Nov 28, 2012 02:26
challenge: five acts,
fan fiction,
character: hank pym/ant man/giant man,
character: james bucky barnes,
fandom: comics,
fandom: marvel,
character: clint barton/hawkeye/ronin,
fandom: marvel movies,
character: vision,
character: steve rogers/captain america,
character: natasha romanova/black widow,
fandom,
character: bobbi morse/mockingbird,
character: pietro maximoff/quicksilver,
character: ben grimm/thing,
character: nick fury,
fandom: fantastic four,
character: tony stark/iron man,
character: johnny storm/human torch,
character: wanda maximoff/scarlet witch,
fandom: avengers,
character: phil coulson,
character: carol danvers/ms. marvel,
fanfic: prompt,
fanfic: request,
character: lyja the lazerfist
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A hand settled in his hair, forcing his head back until he was looking at Phil who was hovering over him.
“And I will certainly not allow you to act so respectless towards either of us. I'm very disappointed in you.”
Clint could hardly keep back a pained whimper but he knew Phil would want him to keep quiet. Knowing that he had disappointed both of them like this made his inside clench like he was about to throw up. He hated it.
“Stay and be silent.”
Phil's words were harsh but he gently stroked along Clint's cheek letting him know that he could earn forgiveness if he did as he had been told. Clint was determined to not disappoint him again though he knew this was going to be a hard one.
He heard Nick and Phil move away, unable to see either of them. There was the rustling of clothes and the sound of kissing. Clint knew what they were doing and his mind conjured up images of exactly how they were looking right now.
The rustling of clothes intensified and he could hear zippers being pulled down. He wanted nothing more than to look but he knew it wouldn't be tolerated if he did and he didn't want to anger either of them even more than he already had.
This was his real punishment, listening to their moans and and pants and knowing that they were enjoying each other just fine without him. They had found out early enough that pain didn't discourage Clint from doing anything, in fact it probably only made him more likely to break the rules.
Pain didn't work for discipline but this, this sure as hell did.
The fear of being left alone again was so deeply seated within him that he doubted it would ever leave him again o matter how much Nick and Phil tried to make him forget.
It was getting harder to hold back a whimper or a plea. Somewhere at the back of his mind he realized that he was hard but his sole focus lay on the sounds that Nick and Phil were making and the fact that he wasn't allowed to join.
“Please.”
He regretted his whined plea the moment it left his mouth, wishing he could take it back so that Phil wouldn't be even more disappointed in him. God, he could withstand the most brutal of torture but he couldn't get through this without loosing it.
“Silent.”
Phil's voice was breathless but not any less powerful because of it. If anything it made Clint want to obey him eve more. The dismissive reprimand stung and he ducked his head, willing himself to be silent and small so that he wouldn't make a mistake like this again.
Clint knew his safeword, he could end this whenever he wanted, postpone his punishment or ask for a different one. But he wanted - needed - the approval he would gain if he got through this, the special care his Sirs would bestow on him.
That thought didn't stop the doubts though and the fear that these two powerful men would find him lacking after all and decide that they were better off without him. He didn't know if he could live through that.
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“Sh little hawk,” Phil murmured into his ear, and only now did Clint realize that he had started to cry. “We're so proud of you. You did beautifully.”
Nick knelt down in front of him, straddling Clint's legs in the process. He leaned forward to press a kiss against Clint's forehead making him blush.
“You're forgiven Clint,” he told him, his normally stern voice getting soft. “So proud of how you took it my hawk.”
Clint glowed under the praise, tilting his head back in a final act of asking for forgiveness. Nick wordlessly obliged, pulling a thick leather collar out of his pocket. He handed it over to Coulson who fastened it around Clint's neck with practised ease.
When Nick claimed him in a hungry kiss and Phil's hands started to roam over his body he was finally able to relax, letting go of all of the tension that had still been thrumming through his body.
He might hate this punishment more than all others but in the end it was also his favourite. Because it would mean that his Sirs would make him theirs again and he would be reminded of the love they carried for him. Clint might drown in fears for a while but he could take it if that meant being reminded of the love he had never thought anyone would feel for him.
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I'm really glad you enjoyed it :D I saw the pairing and I just couldn't resist giving it a go and I realized I really do like it :D You're more than welcome!
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