Intergalatic incident
For this prompt on http://avengerkink.livejournal.com/3266.html?page=41#comments
Edit- I have to remember these things! Everybody here is owned by Marvel. Not me.
Unbeknownst to most people at SHIELD, Coulson included, Clint Barton is actually the first son and heir to a powerful alien galactic empire. Because he was always something of an unruly child, his two fathers decided to send Clint to a less advanced planet (Earth) to complete his military training in the hope that this would keep him free from scandal. They also hoped that making him live among ordinary people would teach him discipline and help Clint mature into the kind of man fit to rule their empire. But even more important, they were desperate to prevent Clint (the future king) from imprinting on someone unsuitable. Because, once a member of the Imperial family imprinted on their chosen, that was it: they bonded for life and took that person as their Imperial consort.
Only Fury and a few others at SHIELD know who Clint really is. Clint isn't happy with the situation, so he's insubordinate and difficult to work with, making all his handlers try to quit. But he's still an incredible soldier, as well as the best marksman and archer in the world. Eventually, Fury assigns Agent Coulson to be Clint's handler.
Clint, of course, goes and falls head over heels in love with Coulson, and then imprints of him. Clint's fathers are not happy when they find out.
Bonus if it turns out that, in Clint's galaxy, Coulson is the epitome of sexiest being alive and totally irresistible. So, whilst Clint's fathers can understand Clint not being able to stop himself imprinting on Coulson, they are furious with SHIELD for effectively dangling that sort of temptation in front of their son, when SHIELD was supposed to put their son with someone responsible, stable and not overtly sexy.
Double bonus if Fury is utterly bemused and says stuff like: 'Wait a minute! Coulson is sex on legs where you guys are from?'
Clint tried. He really had. It had been so hard to resist the other man's charms from the very beginning, even from a distance just watching him walk down the halls. Fantasizing about him while alone, shivering as he thought of his hands against Clint's skin, of the gentle touch with that oh so very compedent and just knowing every way that would illicit pleasure....
Then Fury assigned him as Clint's Handler, apparently having ran out of everybody else. Clint had stared at him in horror, wondering if this was some kind of test. It had to be a test. There was no way it couldn't be a test. He had to do it or else he would be sent back to his fathers, and being sent back to his fathers was NOT an option. Fury didn't want to lose one of his best people, definately his best sniper, but Clint had scared off every other handler. It was a test. Definately.
It was hard, right from the start. He was right there and so hot and his voice... Clint could listen to that voice for hours over the radio, growing hard at the sound as he stood waiting for the target to show. And by god it was made even worse that Coulson didn't even seem to realize just how mind-meltingly hot he was. It wasn't a test, it was torture, cruel, pleasurable torture.
Natasha loved to tease him about it, apparently his 'crush' was fairly obvious, and often told him that he should just go out on a date with Coulson. But she didnt' know, and didn't understand that was the one thing that he couldn't do. No. No matter how much he wanted it. She would tease him even more as he stammered and shook his head, blind panic temporarily taking over the need and the want.
Later he would claim that it was Natasha's fault, that she had put them together delibrately. He would claim that he had tried to get away, and he was being honest. He had. He just... didn't try very hard.
Which was how he found himself in Coulson's bed, taking in Coulson's smell and his taste and god he tasted even better than he looked and that shouldn't even be possible and why had this been a bad thing again? He shivered as he sucked on Phil's shoulder, rocking his hips against the human's groin, feeling as one of his hands petted his skin there, and oh god his mouth was there and the fingers that were inside of him, petting that one spot even as they stretched him... He keened his need into Phil's mouth as the fingers teasing him were gone, it turned into a moan as it was replaced by something much larger, pressing against his hole, then pushing inside, stilling long enough that the pain faded, slowly replaced with pleasure, and he got those hands running across his skin and that mouth whispering encouragements with that gorgeous voice of his thick with lust and need. And Phil didn't seem to mind that Clint was hesitant, didn't know what to do at first as the older man pumped further into Clint, rubbing against the one spot that made him buck into Phil's hand and turned his legs to jello even as he began to grind onto Phil, feeling himself twitched as he came closer and the imprint forming in his mind.
The flood of emotions the imprintion gave him pushed him over the edge and he came all over Phil's hand and stomach, with him coming a few moments later. his last coherant thought as he laid next to Phil, exhaustion overcoming them both was 'why had I been fighting this again?'
Fury watched the three men in the middle of his office, rubbing his forehead as he tried to keep track of what they were saying. The fact that it was a langauge that had no origin on Earth was not helping. Clint for his part was doing his hardest to look apologetic, barely managing to dim it down to 'far too pleased with himself'. Fury was barely able to manage to keep them from killing Clint, then demanded to see the 'human that he managed to imprint himself on.'
When Coulson enters, Fury can see the confusion lurking behind his eyes, but Clint's fathers have gone silent.
"Clint." Fury asks and for the first time his expression changes 'i'm in trouble' "You did talk about this to him right?"
"Um... I was gonna... Today... after I got clearance and... stuff..." That was all it needed to set the fathers off again. But this time not at Clint, or even at Coulson, but at Fury, and they are really angry at him. It takes him a little bit to figure out what is going on but when he does he has to stop himself from smiling, but smiling is only going to make this entire situation worse. But he can't help but ask the question.
"Wait a minute. Coulson is sex on legs where you are from?" The two men look at him for a minute, watching as the crown prince of an entire galaxy leans into his side before turning back and giving Fury a clipped nod with twin glares.
Edit- I have to remember these things! Everybody here is owned by Marvel. Not me.
Unbeknownst to most people at SHIELD, Coulson included, Clint Barton is actually the first son and heir to a powerful alien galactic empire. Because he was always something of an unruly child, his two fathers decided to send Clint to a less advanced planet (Earth) to complete his military training in the hope that this would keep him free from scandal. They also hoped that making him live among ordinary people would teach him discipline and help Clint mature into the kind of man fit to rule their empire. But even more important, they were desperate to prevent Clint (the future king) from imprinting on someone unsuitable. Because, once a member of the Imperial family imprinted on their chosen, that was it: they bonded for life and took that person as their Imperial consort.
Only Fury and a few others at SHIELD know who Clint really is. Clint isn't happy with the situation, so he's insubordinate and difficult to work with, making all his handlers try to quit. But he's still an incredible soldier, as well as the best marksman and archer in the world. Eventually, Fury assigns Agent Coulson to be Clint's handler.
Clint, of course, goes and falls head over heels in love with Coulson, and then imprints of him. Clint's fathers are not happy when they find out.
Bonus if it turns out that, in Clint's galaxy, Coulson is the epitome of sexiest being alive and totally irresistible. So, whilst Clint's fathers can understand Clint not being able to stop himself imprinting on Coulson, they are furious with SHIELD for effectively dangling that sort of temptation in front of their son, when SHIELD was supposed to put their son with someone responsible, stable and not overtly sexy.
Double bonus if Fury is utterly bemused and says stuff like: 'Wait a minute! Coulson is sex on legs where you guys are from?'
Clint tried. He really had. It had been so hard to resist the other man's charms from the very beginning, even from a distance just watching him walk down the halls. Fantasizing about him while alone, shivering as he thought of his hands against Clint's skin, of the gentle touch with that oh so very compedent and just knowing every way that would illicit pleasure....
Then Fury assigned him as Clint's Handler, apparently having ran out of everybody else. Clint had stared at him in horror, wondering if this was some kind of test. It had to be a test. There was no way it couldn't be a test. He had to do it or else he would be sent back to his fathers, and being sent back to his fathers was NOT an option. Fury didn't want to lose one of his best people, definately his best sniper, but Clint had scared off every other handler. It was a test. Definately.
It was hard, right from the start. He was right there and so hot and his voice... Clint could listen to that voice for hours over the radio, growing hard at the sound as he stood waiting for the target to show. And by god it was made even worse that Coulson didn't even seem to realize just how mind-meltingly hot he was. It wasn't a test, it was torture, cruel, pleasurable torture.
Natasha loved to tease him about it, apparently his 'crush' was fairly obvious, and often told him that he should just go out on a date with Coulson. But she didnt' know, and didn't understand that was the one thing that he couldn't do. No. No matter how much he wanted it. She would tease him even more as he stammered and shook his head, blind panic temporarily taking over the need and the want.
Later he would claim that it was Natasha's fault, that she had put them together delibrately. He would claim that he had tried to get away, and he was being honest. He had. He just... didn't try very hard.
Which was how he found himself in Coulson's bed, taking in Coulson's smell and his taste and god he tasted even better than he looked and that shouldn't even be possible and why had this been a bad thing again? He shivered as he sucked on Phil's shoulder, rocking his hips against the human's groin, feeling as one of his hands petted his skin there, and oh god his mouth was there and the fingers that were inside of him, petting that one spot even as they stretched him... He keened his need into Phil's mouth as the fingers teasing him were gone, it turned into a moan as it was replaced by something much larger, pressing against his hole, then pushing inside, stilling long enough that the pain faded, slowly replaced with pleasure, and he got those hands running across his skin and that mouth whispering encouragements with that gorgeous voice of his thick with lust and need. And Phil didn't seem to mind that Clint was hesitant, didn't know what to do at first as the older man pumped further into Clint, rubbing against the one spot that made him buck into Phil's hand and turned his legs to jello even as he began to grind onto Phil, feeling himself twitched as he came closer and the imprint forming in his mind.
The flood of emotions the imprintion gave him pushed him over the edge and he came all over Phil's hand and stomach, with him coming a few moments later. his last coherant thought as he laid next to Phil, exhaustion overcoming them both was 'why had I been fighting this again?'
Fury watched the three men in the middle of his office, rubbing his forehead as he tried to keep track of what they were saying. The fact that it was a langauge that had no origin on Earth was not helping. Clint for his part was doing his hardest to look apologetic, barely managing to dim it down to 'far too pleased with himself'. Fury was barely able to manage to keep them from killing Clint, then demanded to see the 'human that he managed to imprint himself on.'
When Coulson enters, Fury can see the confusion lurking behind his eyes, but Clint's fathers have gone silent.
"Clint." Fury asks and for the first time his expression changes 'i'm in trouble' "You did talk about this to him right?"
"Um... I was gonna... Today... after I got clearance and... stuff..." That was all it needed to set the fathers off again. But this time not at Clint, or even at Coulson, but at Fury, and they are really angry at him. It takes him a little bit to figure out what is going on but when he does he has to stop himself from smiling, but smiling is only going to make this entire situation worse. But he can't help but ask the question.
"Wait a minute. Coulson is sex on legs where you are from?" The two men look at him for a minute, watching as the crown prince of an entire galaxy leans into his side before turning back and giving Fury a clipped nod with twin glares.