for halfassed

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Just how and why Loki was back on Earth was a mystery. There had been no communication from Thor any Asgardian representatives. It wasn't obvious that Loki was back, in fact, his presence could have gone unnoticed if not for, well, mischief.

He'd somehow taken something belonging to one Clint Barton. Something very dear to him. His bow. Said bow now sat on a mantel above the fireplace in his current residence. It was a stone and log cabin. Lodge would be a more appropriate description. Logs make up A frame structures to support the roof. They also provide an excellent place to suspend someone from. Which inevitably happened when Barton followed the little trail of bread crumbs to find his bow and ultimately, Loki.

He's suspended near the fireplace, which is lit. Turned so he can see his bow sitting there on the mantel. He's hung high enough his toes barely brush the ground and apparently Loki took great care in securing his wrists in a specific type of cuff. The kind that would ensure he could keep him there for quite some time without much damage to his hands or wrists. He was stripped of his weapons and all his clothes save for his pants. Hence why he choose the beam close to the fire. It was the dead of winter outside.

As for Loki himself, he stood by the window, watching the snow fall and waiting for the subtle signs his captive has awoken. He's far removed from the armor and leather of before. Instead he's in simple mortal clothes but they still had a certain Loki-esque flair to them.

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A choked cry comes out of him when he drives his fingers. His struggles still after that. He blindly grips at Clint, not so much to stop him but to just grab hold of something.

His own breathing his rapid, almost frantic but Loki does seem to be trying to relax. There's only a hint of it showing on his face but he is scared. Scared it will hurt more than he's prepared for. He's never done something like this while mortal.

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"Yeah, like that... yeah," he murmurs, not entirely aware of what he's saying. Speaking low, reassuring, like he would if he was dealing with someone scared, someone who didn't speak his language, couldn't know what he was saying. Sometimes, doesn't seem like Loki speaks anyone's language.

His hands are gentle, suddenly. His free hand lets up his weight on Loki, strokes the lines of him, the slim spaces of soft skin from hip to ribs.

"Feel good?" he asks, lowly.

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What he's saying barely register as words, everything seems like a haze. Loki makes an attempt to calm his breathing but that is rather hard to do considering where Clint's fingers are. The burning sensation steadily subsides to something vaguely uncomfortable.

The sudden change to gentle, feels more to Loki like hitting a brick wall. Disorientating and somehow painful in a new way. His breathing suddenly hikes back up when the question registers. He shifts, angling his hips so Clint's fingers brush a certain spot. He hardly trusts his own voice to answer, instead he turns his head and nods against the pillow.

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It's going to be hard to stick to any kind of plan, with Loki looking like this. He's halfway to being wrecked, and Clint is turned on beyond belief.

He hitches his fingers further inside Loki's body, impossible as it is. Fucks him with the fingers, in short strokes, aimed at that particular spot.

"I want you to talk to me," says Clint. "I want to hear what you got to say."

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Loki's back arches and he chokes out a sound that was meant to be speech. Well, it sounds more like it was meant to be a curse. Only a few strokes into it and he's completely hard. He tries to regain some composure to actually speak. He draws in a hiss of breath. He tries to grab a handful of Clint's hair to pull him closer. "Why--" he grinds out, "Why are you doing this?"

The rough treatment he could understand, the anger at seeing him able to sleep. All of that he understands. But sudden contrast just doesn't make sense to him. It's almost enough to make him prefer the roughness and pain. That made sense.

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Clint has to resist the urge to laugh. It would be a hysterical laugh, anyhow, a hint unhinged.

"It's messing with your head," he says. "Isn't that enough?" His free hand squeezes Loki's balls. "You're like a slut right now, you know that? What do you want me to do? Tell me."

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His face flushes red in a strange mix of anger and arousal. He actually growls and looks like he's going to fight him again. The hand in Clint's hair moves to get a grip on his throat but once there he doesn't squeeze -- primarily because of what Clint is squeezing. He winces faintly then goes still.

Words like that should not be a turn on. Especially for someone raised as a Prince. If he was under the control of the scepter he'd tell him but this...? No. It could spoil his plans and be used against him.

"No," he says defiantly.

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"Then you won't get anything from me."

His fingers withdraw, and he releases Loki. Leans in close to Loki's ear:

"Satisfy yourself."

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"Bastard," he half growl half gasps. Loki should be the manipulator not the manipulated. "Touch me," he demands in raised voice. He doesn't reach for him to pull him back though he looks like he wants to.

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He quietly enunciates the response. "No."

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Exactly what he didn't want to hear. With that he moves with the kind of speed reserved for a fight as he tries to pin Clint on his back. His expression is dark and dangerous.

[halfassed]

Honestly surprised by Loki's lunge, but he doesn't fight back. He lets Loki pin him, goes limp underneath him. He's naked, now, the towel having fully fallen off of him. Obvious that he's hard. But his gaze is firm, cool.

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Even if Clint's not struggling, he still puts a hand on his throat to keep him still. His other hand goes back to Clint's cock to guide it inside him. He's not terribly gentle about it and presses himself down to the hilt as soon as they're lined up.

Through that he still looks angry, frustrated even. Like another push in the wrong direction and he'll be more likely to try to kill him rather than fuck him.

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"Ah," and Clint's hips rise to meet him, involuntarily, even though he wills himself to stay still. "Stubborn bastard," he hisses. "Ever think it might just turn me on to hear your voice?"

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His expression breaks to something a little less threatening and darkly amused. "Oh, yes," he says, "I know." He punctuates that with a harsh thrust down onto him.

Loki's hand relaxes and moves up to cup Clint's chin. "You should not enjoy this," Loki reminds him, "and I do not like being tricked." He shivers as he continues to fuck himself on him. "Now, I will satisfy myself," his says with his voice near a growl.

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His expression tightens. Trying to keep control, not to show Loki how good this feels.

"And me, at the same time," he breathes. "Thanks."

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Loki doesn't respond to that verbally. Instead he grinds himself down on him. It's an action that makes him breathe in short gasps.

"Touch me," he says in a growl of a command.

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"Touch yourself," Clint hisses, in return. Reaches up to Loki's hips and pulls him down, moving with Loki's thrust.

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That, for some reason, makes him laugh. He stops moving and folds his legs back in such a way that it will be difficult for Clint to thrust. "Take your hands off me," he says, sounding overly amused, "and hold still."

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"Make me," snaps Clint, in return, and he bucks, possibly an attempt to throw Loki off.

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Loki is nearly knocked off but he remains on him stubbornly. Continuing the violence of the night, aims a strike at his solar plexus with the heel of his palm. His internal muscles clench down with the motion.

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Breath knocked out of him, and the way Loki's muscles clench at the same time almost pushes him over the edge. Hisses in a breath, shaking, clinging to the shreds of his control. He has to focus everything on not coming, in that instant.

Even being deprived of breath felt good.

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"Now," Loki breathes, leaning forward. "Satisfy yourself," he says with as much venom as he can muster while breathless. He then pulls off and tries to head for the bathroom.

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Loki's body slips off of him, and Clint turns onto his side, curls up and bites his lip, and all it takes is a stroke or two. Loki wants him to satisfy himself? Fine. He twitches and shakes, comes into his palm, and finally goes still, his breathing even.

His eyes return to Loki, or, if Loki is gone, they close.

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He lingered just long enough to see him finish then he disappears into the bathroom. He lets the door close behind him then looks at it, considering locking it.

In the end, he leaves it as it is and gets in the shower.