Fic: Stamina
Title: Stamina
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe (Iron Man, Thor)
Rating: M
Disclaimer: If I owned it, the gay would be way more obvious.
Summary: Tony thinks he wants Loki's powers in the bedroom. Loki decides to have a little fun.
Warning: RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPE.
Note: Promised forever ago to a great many people. Really not sure how I feel about the ending, but honestly, I need this to be finished. So uh. HOPE IT WORKS. Also, for those who were in on planning, I changed the ending, so EVEN YOU DON'T KNOW HOW IT ENDS.
Stamina
Tony's never really been a poster-boy for moderation or restraint. If the Department of Crazy Awesome Partying needed to put out posters, well damn, he'd be set for that. Moderation and restraint? Not so much. Still, in spite of his well-deserved reputation for debauchery, Tony's pretty sure this is the kinkiest thing even he's ever done.
He's straining against the rough, scratchy rope tied around his wrists (and dammit, he knows Loki picked this stuff just to make it less comfortable), and he doesn't know where to focus. There's the Loki shoving his cock down Tony's throat, the Loki roughly biting Tony's nipple, the Loki fucking him so hard he can barely breathe... They're all moving in perfect concert, and Tony's long since lost track of which is the real Loki, or if any of them are the real Loki, and there's another one sinking down onto Tony's cock and he thinks he might lose his mind. He's getting close, incredibly close, and he's letting out a constant stream of meaningless babble. So close, so damn close, just one more second, and--
The Lokis disappear. Tony's suddenly empty, his hips bucking up into warmth that isn't there any more, and Loki is chuckling at him like some idiotic Bond villain as he steps towards the bed out of the shadows. "Come on," Tony whines, hips moving frantically.
"Oh, Tony," Loki says with a sweet little smile. "I would, I would, but there's a little problem." He sits down on the bed next to Tony and continues in a friendly, conversational tone. "You see, I paid a visit to my brother this morning. Apparently you've been telling him stories about us." Tony lets out a strangled, impatient moan. "I hear you're impressed by stamina, Tony. But look at you," Loki laughs, trailing a finger ohhh-so-lightly down Tony's chest. "Forty minutes and you're nearly done! We can't have that, can we?" Tony cranes his neck up as Loki starts doing something to his cock that doesn't seem to involve immediate orgasm, and starts cursing like a motherfucker as Loki tightens the cockring and sits back with a smile. "After all, you, Tony Stark, like stamina." Every muscle in Tony's body jerks as Loki wraps his hand around Tony's cock. "And stamina you shall have." Tony whines loudly as Loki's hand keeps moving.
Suddenly, Loki stands up. He moves away from the bed silently. "Loki?" Tony gasps. He's sweating, he's shaking, and he's so fucking close! Seconds stretch into minutes as little tremors run through Tony. Loki doesn't say a word, and Tony can barely see him, 'cause apparently being a god of mischief means you need to have some freaky ability to melt into the shadows or some shit.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, Tony sees something golden. He turns his head and gasps as Thor steps towards him, completely naked. "Thor?" Tony asks in confusion, eyes darting across Thor's smooth chest and gently curved hips, down to the oh my god. That is... impressive. Tony licks his lips.
"Is there something you want, Tony?" Thor asks with a laugh, and Tony frowns. That isn't right, that isn't Thor, and the other Thor on the other side of his bed is really making him question a few things.
'course, never let it be said that Tony Stark is shy about what he wants. "Yes. I want you." Then there are three (okay, seriously, weren't there only two like a second ago?) Thors all over Tony, and those muscles are fucking inches from his fingertips, but the stupid scratchy rope is keeping him from doing anything about that. But that's okay, because Thor's lips are wrapped around Tony's cock, and all is right with the world, and Clint is moving up Tony's body for a--
...Clint?
Tony leans his head up, and his eyes widen. Thor's still sucking his cock, but it's Steve's tongue running down Tony's chest, and Bruce's fingers moving in Tony's ass, and just before Clint starts sucking on Tony's neck, there's a flash of green and the fingers are larger and oh god that can't be a finger any more, it's huge, and Tony thinks he's falling apart--
Then nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
"Loki!" Tony whines, because when he finally forces his eyes open he sees he's completely alone in the room, and dammit, somehow that's Loki's fault! Minutes pass, and Tony's getting incredibly pissed off, but suddenly there's movement and he whips his head to the side and Natasha, fuckin' Black Widow, is sauntering towards him in the kind of lacy black lingerie even dreams have gotta dream of. She doesn't say a word, but those entrancing lips are curving and her eyes are smouldering at him, so he doesn't see Fury until the man just shoves his cock in Tony's mouth, which Tony is pretty sure he's supposed to be a bit more upset about, but he just starts trying to get as much of it into his mouth as possible, while, ohhhh yes, Natasha slides down onto his cock and begins riding him like nobody's business.
The feel of someone entering him makes Tony squirm around until he can see... Rhodey. Rhodey is fucking Tony.
...okay, yeah, not like he hasn't had this fantasy anyways. Tony goes back to it with a will, moaning and writhing like the slut 92% of America agreed he is in that poll. Tony's just starting to wonder what kind of editorial staff approved that poll (TIME usually seems a bit classier than that) when the thought is driven out of his mind by Agent Coulson pushing Fury out of the way and taking his place at Tony's mouth. Tony moans around Coulson's cock as he and Fury start competing to see who can kiss more aggressively (Tony's surprised to see it looks like Coulson is the winner), and Natasha starts moving more quickly, and so does Rhodey, and Tony's damn near blacking out, and maybe he does, because the room is quiet and empty again.
Right, Tony thinks. Loki. This is just one of Loki's games. And, like any good manchild, Tony refuses to lose games. He forces his muscles to relax, tries to stop the tremors in his limbs, and waits.
And waits.
Aaaaand waits.
By the time blueballs are seriously beginning to set in, Tony's a little tired of this waiting nonsense. "Loki?" he calls. His voice is rough, and tickles in his throat. "Come on, man."
"Tony?"
Tony's eyes widen as he sees Pepper step out of the shadows. "Loki, what are you doing?"
"Tony, it's me. I'm not Loki. I'm Pepper."
"Sure you are. Loki, come on. Stop trying to trick me."
"Tony, it really is me," Pepper says, sounding uncertain. "What's... what's going on here?"
"Loki, you know perfectly well what's going on here." He isn't as certain as he's trying to sound that that is Loki.
"Tony," Pepper murmurs, sitting down on the edge of the bed, "it really is me."
Tony looks into her eyes, and they're Pepper's, and they're soft and loving and right, and his stomach twists. "What are you doing here?"
She leans down, and her lips are perfect against his, and he moans as they kiss long and slow and warm. She pulls away, resting her hands on his chest, and her breathing is a little quick. "I missed you," she says. Slowly, deliberately, she trails her hand down his body and takes him in hand, looking steadily into his eyes the entire time. Tony moans, eyes slipping shut.
Then hands that are a little too large to be Pepper's are tying a blindfold onto him, and whiskers are tickling his ear. "Hello, Tony." Tony's eyes shoot open under the blindfold, and he starts shaking.
"Hey, Tony," a gravelly Russian accent rasps out as the hand wrapped around him turns large and rough and callused. "Long time no see, eh?"
"Ivan, Ivan" the first voice says chidingly. "Tony doesn't want to play catch-up with you." Tony's breath is starting to come in gasps, and he really can't tell if it's pleasure from the quick, rough handjob he's getting right now, or terror, because oh god, oh god, he's back, he can't be, he died. "Now, Tony," the voice says, laughing. "I don't think you're paying attention to me. Would this help?" and that hand is on his arc reactor again, Obie's going to steal Tony's arc reactor again, the shrapnel will kill him, he trusted Obie, and he vaguely decides that the man fucking him dry and rough and painful (when did he get so dry and tight again?) must be Vanko. There's harsh breathing forcing the scent of vodka into his nostrils, and Tony just grits his teeth and chants over and over again in his mind, It's not real. It's just Loki. It's not real!
Tony feels a tongue licking around the edge of the hole in his chest, tracing the arc reactor, and the blindfold is getting damp with tears, and he distantly thinks the sobbing he hears is probably him. It's not real. It's not real! "Oh, Tony," Obie's voice rumbles against Tony's chest, "come on. Only little boys cry. Are you a little boy?"
And Tony's back in his childhood home, hearing the news of his parents' death all over again, and Obie's telling him only little boys cry about these things, and in the here and now Obie's cock is forcing its way in alongside Vanko's, tearing, hurting, and for some reason all Tony can think about is the fact that Obie is a lot like Scar from The Lion King.
Tony doesn't know how long it goes on, but eventually his voice cracks, and the sobs he chokes on turn into shaking gasps for breath. He slowly becomes aware that Obie and Vanko are gone. Soft footsteps are slowly moving towards him, and deft fingers remove the blindfold. The lights are bright now, and Tony's eyes hurt. He closes them for a moment, but a hand is running across his skin, and he gasps as the deep bruises forming on his hips are squeezed. Loki is hovering beyond the tears that still sit in Tony's eyes, and his voice is gentle. "Well, Tony," Loki says, sounding mildly amused, "you did say you wanted to try the shape-shifting." Tony lets out a harsh sob.
Loki lightly runs a finger from the tip of Tony's cock down to his balls, and back up again. The pleasure vanishes a moment later, when Loki begins playing with Tony's ass, moving his fingers into Tony's loose and painful hole, rubbing through the blood and semen leaking slowly from Tony's body. Tony whimpers, pulling weakly at the ropes still binding him to the bed. Loki doesn't show that he's noticed Tony's efforts. He's putting more fingers into Tony, and tears are falling from Tony's eyes again as he continues trying to pull his hands free. "Oh, Tony," Loki says, a smile in his voice, "you're so loose you probably can't even feel me, can you?" Tony tries to speak, say he can, say he can feel Loki more than he can bear, but the wor ds are lost as he feels Loki's hand enter him, fingers pointed and close together, moving deeper and deeper.
Suddenly Loki's hand is clenched into a fist, and Tony nearly blacks out from pain. He distantly feels Loki's other hand removing the cockring, and Tony finally gets his orgasm. It's one of the most painful moments of his life, and when he comes back to his senses, Loki is still moving his fist viciously inside of Tony, and his other hand is around Tony's softening, painfully sensitive cock. Tony pulls again on the ropes, but, though they begin to cut into him, he can't move. He finally gives up and closes his eyes, gritting his teeth to ride out the pain.
Around when a second orgasm is torn from his body, Tony begins sobbing again. Mercifully, Loki stands again, wiping his hands on Tony's hair. Tony distantly notices that Loki is undoing the ropes. He opens his eyes and meets Loki's dully. Loki smiles down on him. "That was fun," he says coolly, eyes leaving Tony's to travel slowly across his body. Tony feels the distant stirrings of what he knows is humiliation, but right now he just doesn't care.
"You should probably get that looked at," Loki says casually, nodding towards the blood still trickling slowly from Tony's body. Loki stands there for a moment more, as if making sure he won't forget what Tony looks like. Finally, he seems satisfied. "I'll be back," he says, vanishing from the room. Tony begins shivering. He hurts all over, and the shame and fear is beginning at last to hit him. But the thing that hurts the most is that Loki said he'll be back.
And Tony isn't sure he'll turn him away.
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe (Iron Man, Thor)
Rating: M
Disclaimer: If I owned it, the gay would be way more obvious.
Summary: Tony thinks he wants Loki's powers in the bedroom. Loki decides to have a little fun.
Warning: RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPE.
Note: Promised forever ago to a great many people. Really not sure how I feel about the ending, but honestly, I need this to be finished. So uh. HOPE IT WORKS. Also, for those who were in on planning, I changed the ending, so EVEN YOU DON'T KNOW HOW IT ENDS.
Stamina
Tony's never really been a poster-boy for moderation or restraint. If the Department of Crazy Awesome Partying needed to put out posters, well damn, he'd be set for that. Moderation and restraint? Not so much. Still, in spite of his well-deserved reputation for debauchery, Tony's pretty sure this is the kinkiest thing even he's ever done.
He's straining against the rough, scratchy rope tied around his wrists (and dammit, he knows Loki picked this stuff just to make it less comfortable), and he doesn't know where to focus. There's the Loki shoving his cock down Tony's throat, the Loki roughly biting Tony's nipple, the Loki fucking him so hard he can barely breathe... They're all moving in perfect concert, and Tony's long since lost track of which is the real Loki, or if any of them are the real Loki, and there's another one sinking down onto Tony's cock and he thinks he might lose his mind. He's getting close, incredibly close, and he's letting out a constant stream of meaningless babble. So close, so damn close, just one more second, and--
The Lokis disappear. Tony's suddenly empty, his hips bucking up into warmth that isn't there any more, and Loki is chuckling at him like some idiotic Bond villain as he steps towards the bed out of the shadows. "Come on," Tony whines, hips moving frantically.
"Oh, Tony," Loki says with a sweet little smile. "I would, I would, but there's a little problem." He sits down on the bed next to Tony and continues in a friendly, conversational tone. "You see, I paid a visit to my brother this morning. Apparently you've been telling him stories about us." Tony lets out a strangled, impatient moan. "I hear you're impressed by stamina, Tony. But look at you," Loki laughs, trailing a finger ohhh-so-lightly down Tony's chest. "Forty minutes and you're nearly done! We can't have that, can we?" Tony cranes his neck up as Loki starts doing something to his cock that doesn't seem to involve immediate orgasm, and starts cursing like a motherfucker as Loki tightens the cockring and sits back with a smile. "After all, you, Tony Stark, like stamina." Every muscle in Tony's body jerks as Loki wraps his hand around Tony's cock. "And stamina you shall have." Tony whines loudly as Loki's hand keeps moving.
Suddenly, Loki stands up. He moves away from the bed silently. "Loki?" Tony gasps. He's sweating, he's shaking, and he's so fucking close! Seconds stretch into minutes as little tremors run through Tony. Loki doesn't say a word, and Tony can barely see him, 'cause apparently being a god of mischief means you need to have some freaky ability to melt into the shadows or some shit.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, Tony sees something golden. He turns his head and gasps as Thor steps towards him, completely naked. "Thor?" Tony asks in confusion, eyes darting across Thor's smooth chest and gently curved hips, down to the oh my god. That is... impressive. Tony licks his lips.
"Is there something you want, Tony?" Thor asks with a laugh, and Tony frowns. That isn't right, that isn't Thor, and the other Thor on the other side of his bed is really making him question a few things.
'course, never let it be said that Tony Stark is shy about what he wants. "Yes. I want you." Then there are three (okay, seriously, weren't there only two like a second ago?) Thors all over Tony, and those muscles are fucking inches from his fingertips, but the stupid scratchy rope is keeping him from doing anything about that. But that's okay, because Thor's lips are wrapped around Tony's cock, and all is right with the world, and Clint is moving up Tony's body for a--
...Clint?
Tony leans his head up, and his eyes widen. Thor's still sucking his cock, but it's Steve's tongue running down Tony's chest, and Bruce's fingers moving in Tony's ass, and just before Clint starts sucking on Tony's neck, there's a flash of green and the fingers are larger and oh god that can't be a finger any more, it's huge, and Tony thinks he's falling apart--
Then nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
"Loki!" Tony whines, because when he finally forces his eyes open he sees he's completely alone in the room, and dammit, somehow that's Loki's fault! Minutes pass, and Tony's getting incredibly pissed off, but suddenly there's movement and he whips his head to the side and Natasha, fuckin' Black Widow, is sauntering towards him in the kind of lacy black lingerie even dreams have gotta dream of. She doesn't say a word, but those entrancing lips are curving and her eyes are smouldering at him, so he doesn't see Fury until the man just shoves his cock in Tony's mouth, which Tony is pretty sure he's supposed to be a bit more upset about, but he just starts trying to get as much of it into his mouth as possible, while, ohhhh yes, Natasha slides down onto his cock and begins riding him like nobody's business.
The feel of someone entering him makes Tony squirm around until he can see... Rhodey. Rhodey is fucking Tony.
...okay, yeah, not like he hasn't had this fantasy anyways. Tony goes back to it with a will, moaning and writhing like the slut 92% of America agreed he is in that poll. Tony's just starting to wonder what kind of editorial staff approved that poll (TIME usually seems a bit classier than that) when the thought is driven out of his mind by Agent Coulson pushing Fury out of the way and taking his place at Tony's mouth. Tony moans around Coulson's cock as he and Fury start competing to see who can kiss more aggressively (Tony's surprised to see it looks like Coulson is the winner), and Natasha starts moving more quickly, and so does Rhodey, and Tony's damn near blacking out, and maybe he does, because the room is quiet and empty again.
Right, Tony thinks. Loki. This is just one of Loki's games. And, like any good manchild, Tony refuses to lose games. He forces his muscles to relax, tries to stop the tremors in his limbs, and waits.
And waits.
Aaaaand waits.
By the time blueballs are seriously beginning to set in, Tony's a little tired of this waiting nonsense. "Loki?" he calls. His voice is rough, and tickles in his throat. "Come on, man."
"Tony?"
Tony's eyes widen as he sees Pepper step out of the shadows. "Loki, what are you doing?"
"Tony, it's me. I'm not Loki. I'm Pepper."
"Sure you are. Loki, come on. Stop trying to trick me."
"Tony, it really is me," Pepper says, sounding uncertain. "What's... what's going on here?"
"Loki, you know perfectly well what's going on here." He isn't as certain as he's trying to sound that that is Loki.
"Tony," Pepper murmurs, sitting down on the edge of the bed, "it really is me."
Tony looks into her eyes, and they're Pepper's, and they're soft and loving and right, and his stomach twists. "What are you doing here?"
She leans down, and her lips are perfect against his, and he moans as they kiss long and slow and warm. She pulls away, resting her hands on his chest, and her breathing is a little quick. "I missed you," she says. Slowly, deliberately, she trails her hand down his body and takes him in hand, looking steadily into his eyes the entire time. Tony moans, eyes slipping shut.
Then hands that are a little too large to be Pepper's are tying a blindfold onto him, and whiskers are tickling his ear. "Hello, Tony." Tony's eyes shoot open under the blindfold, and he starts shaking.
"Hey, Tony," a gravelly Russian accent rasps out as the hand wrapped around him turns large and rough and callused. "Long time no see, eh?"
"Ivan, Ivan" the first voice says chidingly. "Tony doesn't want to play catch-up with you." Tony's breath is starting to come in gasps, and he really can't tell if it's pleasure from the quick, rough handjob he's getting right now, or terror, because oh god, oh god, he's back, he can't be, he died. "Now, Tony," the voice says, laughing. "I don't think you're paying attention to me. Would this help?" and that hand is on his arc reactor again, Obie's going to steal Tony's arc reactor again, the shrapnel will kill him, he trusted Obie, and he vaguely decides that the man fucking him dry and rough and painful (when did he get so dry and tight again?) must be Vanko. There's harsh breathing forcing the scent of vodka into his nostrils, and Tony just grits his teeth and chants over and over again in his mind, It's not real. It's just Loki. It's not real!
Tony feels a tongue licking around the edge of the hole in his chest, tracing the arc reactor, and the blindfold is getting damp with tears, and he distantly thinks the sobbing he hears is probably him. It's not real. It's not real! "Oh, Tony," Obie's voice rumbles against Tony's chest, "come on. Only little boys cry. Are you a little boy?"
And Tony's back in his childhood home, hearing the news of his parents' death all over again, and Obie's telling him only little boys cry about these things, and in the here and now Obie's cock is forcing its way in alongside Vanko's, tearing, hurting, and for some reason all Tony can think about is the fact that Obie is a lot like Scar from The Lion King.
Tony doesn't know how long it goes on, but eventually his voice cracks, and the sobs he chokes on turn into shaking gasps for breath. He slowly becomes aware that Obie and Vanko are gone. Soft footsteps are slowly moving towards him, and deft fingers remove the blindfold. The lights are bright now, and Tony's eyes hurt. He closes them for a moment, but a hand is running across his skin, and he gasps as the deep bruises forming on his hips are squeezed. Loki is hovering beyond the tears that still sit in Tony's eyes, and his voice is gentle. "Well, Tony," Loki says, sounding mildly amused, "you did say you wanted to try the shape-shifting." Tony lets out a harsh sob.
Loki lightly runs a finger from the tip of Tony's cock down to his balls, and back up again. The pleasure vanishes a moment later, when Loki begins playing with Tony's ass, moving his fingers into Tony's loose and painful hole, rubbing through the blood and semen leaking slowly from Tony's body. Tony whimpers, pulling weakly at the ropes still binding him to the bed. Loki doesn't show that he's noticed Tony's efforts. He's putting more fingers into Tony, and tears are falling from Tony's eyes again as he continues trying to pull his hands free. "Oh, Tony," Loki says, a smile in his voice, "you're so loose you probably can't even feel me, can you?" Tony tries to speak, say he can, say he can feel Loki more than he can bear, but the wor ds are lost as he feels Loki's hand enter him, fingers pointed and close together, moving deeper and deeper.
Suddenly Loki's hand is clenched into a fist, and Tony nearly blacks out from pain. He distantly feels Loki's other hand removing the cockring, and Tony finally gets his orgasm. It's one of the most painful moments of his life, and when he comes back to his senses, Loki is still moving his fist viciously inside of Tony, and his other hand is around Tony's softening, painfully sensitive cock. Tony pulls again on the ropes, but, though they begin to cut into him, he can't move. He finally gives up and closes his eyes, gritting his teeth to ride out the pain.
Around when a second orgasm is torn from his body, Tony begins sobbing again. Mercifully, Loki stands again, wiping his hands on Tony's hair. Tony distantly notices that Loki is undoing the ropes. He opens his eyes and meets Loki's dully. Loki smiles down on him. "That was fun," he says coolly, eyes leaving Tony's to travel slowly across his body. Tony feels the distant stirrings of what he knows is humiliation, but right now he just doesn't care.
"You should probably get that looked at," Loki says casually, nodding towards the blood still trickling slowly from Tony's body. Loki stands there for a moment more, as if making sure he won't forget what Tony looks like. Finally, he seems satisfied. "I'll be back," he says, vanishing from the room. Tony begins shivering. He hurts all over, and the shame and fear is beginning at last to hit him. But the thing that hurts the most is that Loki said he'll be back.
And Tony isn't sure he'll turn him away.