A/N: If you're reading this for the first time, Ignore this.

If you already read chapter 9 and are wondering why I'm posting again: I rewrote the chapter a bit :) More precisely, ithat one/i scene. I'd really appreciate if you guys tell me on the comments below what you think of it.

And also of the chapter in general. Because, you know, there's not just sex here lol

Title comes from Lady Gaga's song :)

"Do you want to stay for the reception?" Tony asked Loki after his parents had left and the 'party' began.

It was a small ceremony and just a few people were invited. Music was playing – though not the kind Tony would choose - and they were dancing. There was plenty of food and a large cake.

Not like their wedding was anything like your common everyday wedding, but still. Under different circumstances Tony would want to enjoy the party.

Loki raised his eyebrow at him, "Bored already, are you?"

Tony shrugged. "Thought you might be. Thought you'd want to go home to sulk about the situation."

That earned him a glare. "Even if I did, I wouldn't be given privacy would I, Stark?"

Tony chuckled, watching as Natasha led a shy Steve onto the dance floor. "Doesn't that defeat the purposes of being recently married?"

The song was too energetic for a slow dance, so Natasha held Steve's hands and swayed them around contently. Steve was as bright as a tomato, though Tony could see he was trying to hide his smile.

"I believe it would, had we any feelings for each other." Was Loki's response.

Tony hummed. They stood against a wall for a few moments, watching as the party took place before them, not joining but not really leaving either.

"You didn't answer my question." Tony finally said.

"Neither did you answer mine."

"Seriously, Loki." Tony sighed, "Just tell me if you want to leave."

Loki turned to face him. "Yes. But... a slice of cake would be nice first."

Tony rolled his eyes. "It wouldn't hurt you to ask." And left to cut the cake.

Tony could understand why Loki wasn't talkative. This whole marriage thing was weird already without the control issue, and it wasn't like Tony would mistreat him. Loki's actions needed a punishment, but no one knew it was going to be like this.

Well, he didn't have much else to lose anyway – if he had anything at all. To be honest, neither did Tony.

The cake was quite large, for a small ceremony. It had fancy frosting, mostly gold and red to resemble his suit. It didn't have a color to resemble Loki, but at least the cake toppings were two men. Tony noticed only one of them wore a tuxedo, the other wore a fancy dark green suit and helmet.

He snorted.

Tony looked around for a knife – it was supposed to sit next to the cake for easy access – when Clint showed up out of nowhere.

"Watcha doing?"

Tony jumped, "Jesus, Barton. No need to be sneaky." he exclaimed, whirling around to face the archer.

"Wasn't being sneaky, you just didn't hear me." Clint shrugged, "Are you trying to cut the cake before it's time?"

"Do I really need to wait to cut a piece of cake at my own wedding?" Tony retorted. "As you know, I don't really do waiting."

"Too bad for you. Rogers insisted that I keep an eye on you so you wouldn't try to bypass the rules."

"Rules?" Tony pulled a face.

Clint shrugged again. "His words, not mine."

Tony squinted his eyes. Barton raised an eyebrow. Tony crossed his arms and Barton did the same.

Either Steve didn't know them better or he didn't think this through.

"What's your price?" Tony asked, even though he pretty much already knew.

Barton bit his lip, trying not to laugh. Looking around to see if Steve – or, God forbid, Natasha – was looking in their direction. He then leaned close to whisper to Tony, "Five pieces of cake."

Tony pushed Barton as if he had electrocuted him. "Five?!" He stage-whispered loudly.

"Take it or leave it." He replied with a toothy grin.

Tony sighed. It wasn't like Clint couldn't eat more slices later, he just wanted to eat it before everyone else. And apparently, more than everyone else. The cake was big enough for all of them to eat at least 3 slices each and bring more home and still have enough left, but six slices of the cake cut before the right time would be very noticeable.

Well. That was Clint's problem, not Tony's.

"Fine. Just do it already."

The archer smirked, taking a knife from his pocket and sneakingly cutting slices from the cake. Tony looked around, in case someone caught them doing it, but all others were busy talking or dancing to pay attention on them.

Tony noticed Fury had already left, the other Agents gone with him. He tutted, and he didn't even have the good graces to say goodbye. Not that he particularly minded the Director's presence, but he at least expected a curt farewell.

Guess he really was there just for the wedding.

"Here you go," Clint called him back, giving him a tiny piece of the cake. "Now scram before Steve catches both of us."

Tony wanted to facepalm. "Are you fucking shitting me? Look at the size of this thing."

Tony has never, in his entire life, eaten small pieces of cake. His father never approved of his copious amounts of food on his plate, but he'd always liked to eat well. Howard wanted him to be reasonable with his eating – "Tony, you're only supposed to eat one slice at a time." – but his mother secretly gave him bigger slices when Howard wasn't looking.

The piece of cake wasn't exactly for him, but he felt offended on Loki's behalf. It was his wedding cake, for fuck's sake, if he wanted to eat the whole cake by himself he might as well could.

Clint rolled his eyes. "My slices are small too, smartass. If they're any bigger someone will immediately find out." He leaned in, "Besides, you won't want to look fat on your wedding night. Unless Loki is into that."

Tony pinched Clint's lips between his fingers, "Shut up." He said half-heartedly.

He let his friend's lips go, "Thanks, bird brain."

"Have fun with your psycho husband." Clint replied before Tony could be out of hearing range.

Shaking his head, Tony returned to the wall Loki was supposed to be waiting by, but when he got there he found no one. Damn it.

It was foolish of him to think Loki would stay still, but he honestly didn't think he'd leave. Especially since he couldn't know where he was. Tony started to get annoyed.

Who the fuck asks you for cake and then runs away? Fucking Loki.

Upon looking around the room, he found a dark figure sitting by the bar, drinking. Tony immediately goes after him.

"It'd be nice if you told me where you're going." Was Tony's greeting. Loki didn't even look up at him, just took another sip of his drink.

"You seem to have a lot of wrong ideas about me, Stark."

"Not you, marriage. The whole 'me being responsible over you' shtick." He answered in a somewhat angry tone.

Loki just contemplated the drink. "You never did give me that drink." He whispered in a thoughtful voice.

Tony's anger dissipated a little. He didn't know if Loki's change of subject was on purpose, but he let it slide. Sitting on a chair next to Loki's, he pushed the piece of cake towards the god. "You didn't accept it. Anyway, here's your cake."

Loki mindlessly took the fork, playing with the food. "I did later. When–"

"When the Hulk beat your ass up, yeah, I remember. But then, we didn't have much time alone."

The god took a forkful of cake, but didn't put it on his mouth. He still refused to look at Tony. "I suppose it doesn't matter now, does it?"

Tony licked his lips. He really shouldn't feel sorry for Loki. He really, really shouldn't.

"If you still want it, I could provide it."

Loki finally brought the fork to his mouth, tasting the sugar on his tongue. He took a drink in his hand – absinthe, Tony realized – and gestured towards Tony. "I can take care of myself, as you can see."

Maybe it was supposed to be a funny remark, but Loki's tone was so dry that Tony couldn't help but be offended. "Hey, I was trying to be nice, reindeer games."

Loki scoffed, before taking another bite of the cake. "And look where it has led you."

Tony opened his mouth to retort, but… the bastard was right. Taking one for the team wasn't a walk in the park. In that moment Tony realized Loki wasn't going to make it easy either.

Suddenly, his anger made a quick comeback.

"Finish your damn cake, and then we're going home." He gritted between his teeth, and Loki rushed to eat his – again, tiny – piece of cake. Loki ate the rest of the cake in a bite, looking rather annoyed at Tony.

And then Tony remembered.

Oh, right. He can order Loki around, now.

That was simultaneously funny and still weird.

"Let's go, then." Tony commanded, standing up from the bar and going towards his friends' to tell them he'd be leaving. Loki trailed behind him, more rigid than ever.

"Well, I guess this was fun," Tony announced upon arriving at their table and putting an arm around Bruce and the other around Romanoff, "But Loki and I gotta bail. You know, for our honeymoon and all that."

Rogers pulled a surprised face. "You didn't even cut the cake yet!"

So he hadn't found out about the cake yet. Good. Clint was subconsciously licking his lips, probably trying to wipe away any evidence of his crime.

"Or had your first dance as a married couple." Bruce supplied.

"Or thrown the bouquet at us." Natasha added, smirking. She looked like she had just retouched her lipstick. Tony wondered if Clint gave her a piece of the stolen cake as well.

"You know that wouldn't happen anyway." He said to Natasha, who gave him a fake pout. "All of these traditions are from traditional weddings. Our wedding was a bit different." He said, pointing to his previously injured hand.

"Oh, friend Stark, but I insist you should do this Midgardian tradition!" Thor told them as he stood from his seat. He was at their side in a moment, embracing both Tony and Loki. "I'd hate for you to bring dishonour on yourself and your culture just because you're in a hurry to enjoy your time alone with my brother!"

Loki was the first to react, digging his nails into Thor's arm and pushing him away. He still kept quiet, but his message to Thor was crystal clear.

Tony cleared his throat. "It's not a matter of bringing dishonor to anyone, Thor. Don't worry."

Happy and Rhodey were sniggering at the near table, so Tony changing his attention to them. "So, we're leaving. Talk to you guys soon?"

That was when he realized that only Rhodey was laughing at them. Happy was too busy texting someone.

"Sure." Rhodey replied, giving Tony a hug. "Congratulations, Tony. Be careful."

"Sure thing." He said as he patted Rhodey's back. "Hey Happy, you hear me? We're leaving."

"Huh?" Happy said, still lost in his reverie, finally looking up at Tony. "Oh! Right! I'll go start the car." He said in a rush, running towards the exit so he could get to the limousine before Tony and Loki.

Happy drove them to the closest airport. They kept silent for the duration of the trip, each one looking through the windows before they finally arrived.

His private jet was already there waiting for him, and thankfully there was no media or fans waiting there for him. He'd later make a public statement about Loki. After all, he couldn't keep him in the dark from the media for too long. But at least he could stall that a bit.

He took a mental note to give the workers of that airport a big tip for their discretion.

The pilot greeted them on their way up before entering his cabin. Tony offered a hand to Loki to climb the stairs to his jet, but the god was already doing so without so much as a glance his way.

Upon getting in himself and closing the door behind him, Tony sat on the comfortable large seat across from Loki's. He was ready to make small talk before Loki held his hand up.

"I get it. I either play according to your rules or you turn me into your personal puppet." Loki sighed, resting his head back onto the luxurious seat and closing his eyes. He kept his eyes closed for a fraction of a second, before opening them again and giving Tony a menacing look. "But you must understand that playing along isn't exactly on my nature."

Tony scoffed. "Good. Neither is it in mine."

Loki slowly got up and sat next to Tony, leaning closer to him. "Tell me, Stark… you didn't like this arrangement either, did you?"

Tony raised an eyebrow. "Well… yes." Tony finally answered Loki. "Champagne?" He offered.

Loki smirked at him and nodded. Tony got up and opened the mini fridge by his right side, taking out the bottle and two tall glasses next to it. He poured them both a generous amount of champagne and gave one glass to Loki.

Their fingers touched for a mere second, but the charge between their bodies was noticeable. Tony hummed. Maybe that was Loki's magic trying to make an appearance.

"What did you have to leave behind for me, Tony Stark?" Loki asked him in a – he had to admit – seductive voice.

Tony knew Loki was up to something, but he decided to roll along for now. "Not much. Just, you know, a girlfriend. My own freedom. The usual."

Loki's eyes shone at that. He took a sip of the champagne before saying, "What if I told you…" He leaned even closer, "I could give it all back to you?"

Ah. He was most likely using his silver tongue on Tony.

"And how exactly would you do that, hubby?" Tony retorted in an uninterested tone, taking a sip of his champagne.

Loki smiled devilishly at him, "By taking off our rings, of course."

Tony laughed. "Of course." He rested his glass on a the mini-bar in front of them, putting a finger on his ring and attempting to remove it. "Why didn't I–"

But the ring wouldn't come off. No matter how hard Tony tried, it just wouldn't come off.

He clicked his tongue. He should've known.

Loki rolled his eyes, taking another sip from his glass. "It is protected against sheer force, Stark. If it could be taken off so easily, do you think I wouldn't have done so already?"

"So why did you imply that–"

Loki put his own glass aside, getting so close to Tony that their knees were touching. "There is another way of taking off the rings. But, you must cooperate."

Tony looked him dead in the eye. He showed Loki his hand and said "Take it off, then. With your magic."

Loki sighed exasperatedly, taking Tony's hand in his own and lowering them. "I wish I could fight the All-Father's magic with my own, but this isn't just his magic. These rings are ancient, all Odin did was enhance their magical powers with his own."

Tony blinked in confusion. "You can upgrade magic?"

Loki seemed to weigh his words before nodding. "Odin is unfortunately far more powerful than I am, and these rings are even more powerful."

Tony noticed their hands were still being held. "So what's your plan?"

The god squeezed his hand. "Do you trust me?"

Tony couldn't help the loud laughter that came out of him. "Of fucking course not, Aladdin. What made you think even for a second, that I did?"

Loki frowned, but tried to mask his annoyance. "Stark, I'm going to need you to trust me on this. Just this once."

"Not a chance, God of Lies."

"Stark, please–"

"What is it?" Tony asked then, letting go of his hand. His own nerves were starting to go all over the place. "What is your plan? Why does it even need trust?"

Tony wasn't so desperate to get back to his old life, but maybe it'd be nice to be able to. But not if there was a price to pay.

"Well…" Loki started, swallowing dryly, "We'd have to… cut your finger off."

"Are you fucking insane?" Tony yelled, straightening his posture at the absurdity of getting his finger cut off. "Why the fuck–"

"I'll grow it back, Stark." Loki quickly reassured him, speaking in a calm tone. "That's why you'll need to trust me, just this once. I'll give your finger a clean cut–"

"Well, why the fuck don't you cut your own finger off instead?" Tony said accusingly, pointing to Loki's ring finger. "Shouldn't that do the trick?"

Loki sighed again, "That would only bring me pain for a few seconds before the magic worked itself around my finger again, stitching it back in place. I need to cut your finger because you have become the source of my magic."

Loki sighed in exasperation at the incredulous look on Tony's face.

"That's how you can command me to do things. My magic isn't mine anymore, it is yours. Since mortals aren't prone to being magic users, these rings keep it at bay so a disaster doesn't happen–"

"And you want to cut my ring finger off? Fuck no–"

"Will you let me finish?" Loki spat angrily. Tony gestured him to continue.

"And it also works as a… reaction, so to speak. It is yours but by giving me the permission to use it, it is mine again for a temporary limit of time."

"And if you cut it?"

"The magic 'oozes' out and it's mine to steal back, if you will. It should give me enough time to get rid of my own ring and grow you back your finger. The wedding already happened, so lawfully speaking I'd still be under your jurisdiction. You could just go back to your lady and I'd vanish from Midgard." Loki gave him a smile. "Our paths would never cross again. The end."

Tony thought about it for a moment. That could work. He could just tell Fury and the others that the rings weren't as powerful as they thought they were and Loki broke free. Maybe it'd be a slow process, to make them believe in him and even gain Pepper back, but Tony could do it.

But…

"What if it doesn't work? What if I just end up with a cut finger?"

"I can grow it back, provided that you ask me to do so." Loki answered coolly. He arched his eyebrows suggestively, completely confident in his planl.

Tony took his glass of champagne again and sipped it thoughtfully. Loki quickly did the same, his eyes never leaving Tony's.

After Tony finished his champagne he licked his lips, turned again to Loki and simply said: "No."

Loki gripped his champagne glass with deadly force, shattering it and spilling the rest of the champagne all over his hand and clothes. "No?" Loki demanded.

"Yep. No." Tony replied in a fake playful tone, flashing a smile to Loki. "I don't trust you. Even if what you're telling me is true, I don't think you'd make my finger grow back. And you know, as a superhero, businessman, and an overall public figure, I kind of need to keep all of my fingers intact."

Tony heard the tell tale sound of the jet landing and moved to the exit before Loki could get his hands on him. It didn't take long before the door opened and Tony climbed down the ladder, nodding to the staff in thanks.

Loki was right behind him, looking murderous as they walked to the car. "Stark–"

"Get in, we'll talk when we get home."

Loki tried to touch him, but Tony's tone got harder. "Don't touch me. We'll talk at my house. Until then, you keep your hands to yourself and don't say a word."

If Tony was going to be honest, he was pretty scared of Loki hurting him just because he said no. So yeah, he'd use this little advantage over Loki if he needed to.

He could let Loki talk, but what would be the use? He'd spit venomous curses at him anyway. Plus, he did say they'd talk when they'd get to his malibu house. It wasn't going to be a long ride.

Loki got inside the car gracefully, almost as if there wasn't magic pulling him into it, but his expression told Tony exactly how much Loki loved what he was doing.

This car ride was even more tense than the first.

"Okay," Stark said once they were in his house, in the living room. The magic keeping Loki's mouth shut and his hands tied by his sides disappeared. "I know you're mad, but–"

Loki grabbed Stark by his collar, pushing him into the nearest wall. "Do you really want to keep up with this?" He hissed.

Stark was dazed for half a second from the impact, but then he asked, "Excuse me?"

"This marriage drama." Loki spoke forcefully, raising the mortal's collar a little higher so it would hurt. "Do you really value your finger more than freedom?"

"You know, I'd be more willing to trust you to grow it back if you didn't freak me out like this." Stark hissed in pain, his hands trying to move Loki's away. "Then again, you are the God of Mischief."

"I'm also your husband if we don't take these things off!" Loki yelled in frustration, finally releasing Stark from his grip.

The mortal coughed a few times to gain back his breath, when they heard a voice.

"Sir, will you be needing medical assistance? Or perhaps a muzzle to put on Mr Loki?"

Loki grit his teeth, looking up at the ceiling, but before he could reply, Stark did so first.

"I'm fine, Jarv. I can take care of him by myself."

Mildly recovered, Stark then punched him in the jaw but all it did was startle Loki and hurt his fragile hand in the process.

"Fuck," Stark cursed loudly, clutching at his injured hand, "What the hell are you made of? Fucking steel?!"

Loki chuckled darkly, grabbing Stark by his neck and pushing him into the wall again, trapping him there. "You might have power over me, Stark, but I'm still stronger than you."

He dug his nails into Stark's paper-like skin, roughly enough to draw blood and leave dark bruises. He wanted to hurt him, wanted to show him that even without his magic he could do damage.

"Loki, I'm warning you…" Stark croaked, precious breath fleeing his body.

He tried to take another breath, his hands desperately attempting to push Loki away from him.

Loki loved this, the sight before him, the feel of his independence and pride coming back to him. However, he knew that Stark was just a mortal, and it wasn't in his immediate plans to kill him.

At least not yet, Loki thought, and let out an internal chuckle.

He was just about to let him go and announce that he was just jesting with him when the mortal shook with anger, baring his teeth. "Fine. You give me no choice, then, hubby."

At the nickname, Loki blinked. It was the second time he was called that, but the first time Stark had used it just to mock him. This time, it sounded more like a threat.

"Let. Go. Of me." Stark spat.

Loki felt an electric charge run through him, starting at his hands. He let go of Stark, alarmed, but as soon as they stopped touching the pain was over.

He was about to start another argument and tell Stark that he wasn't going to hurt him any longer than what his frail body could take, when the mortal then said "Now get out of my sight. Go–" His voice failed him, so he tried again. "Go upstairs, to the bedroom."

While the mortal brushed his throat – likely still feeling the ghost of Loki's hand squeezing him – Loki's still body obeyed, calmly striding towards the spiral stairs on the other side of the room and climbing them as if he intended on doing it all along.

Stark was right behind him, but he kept himself quiet, probably thinking. Loki didn't say a word as they made their way to the brunet's room.

Once inside, Stark shut the door. Loki could sense the smaller man's rage building up, and he attempted to apologize – if only so the punishment that he was about to get could be alleviated a little.

"Stark–"

"Shut up." Stark snapped, "I don't want to hear what you have to say, okay?"

Loki's tongue failed him and he frowned, glaring at him. He would laugh at the irony, had the circumstances been any different. Holding a hand up in surrender, putting on a mask of calmness, he reaches to put a hand over Stark's arm but it was too late. The bruises that he had given him were almost shadowed in the dim light and Stark took a step away from him.

"Don't touch me." Stark looked away, sighing heavily. Loki's hands immediately fell to his sides, where they kept still as if they were made of stone.

Stark ran his hand through his hair, other hand on his hip as he paced. Loki watched him, sitting on the bed as he saw the man was deep in his thoughts and wasn't about to come back to reality any time soon.

"Do we even have to consummate this thing?" Stark asked as he turned around to face him, feeling at his bruised throat unconsciously.

Loki raised an eyebrow, opening his arms as he replied, "Unless Midgard is less diverse than I last remember, it is a tradition here too."

The mortal rolled his eyes. "A 'yes' would have been enough."

Loki simply shrugged at that.

They stared at each other for seconds, neither one making a move to initiate anything, until Stark shook his head.

"You won't start anything, will you?"

Loki made a face.

"Fine. Then, kneel."

What?

Loki's knees hit the floor before he could even register the fact, and he stared up at Stark when the man laughed, approaching him. Loki viciously glared at him, before the man replied.

"Okay, you can talk."

Loki wasted no time. As soon as his tongue came back to life, he said, "Very funny, Stark. I'm adoring your sense of humour so far."

Of course the mortal would mock him for how he behaved before the invasion. He wouldn't understand what he went through, or why he acted the way he did. If anything, he'd most likely think Loki deserved everything that happened, should he ever find out about the truth.

He only allowed himself to swallow dryly at the thought, and mentally waved away the bad memory. At least for the time being.

"Aw, honey." Stark also took refuge in sarcasm, quickly unbuckling his pants. "Don't you remember? You said that in Stuttgart. That's where we first met."

The man slid his pants off, kicking them to the side and then worked on taking off the top of his suit.

"How romantic." Loki replied dryly. "I certainly didn't know this side of you, darling."

"You bring out the best in me, hon. And what can I say? I remember people who give me a strong first impression." He successfully threw away the last piece of clothing, standing bare in front of Loki.

Loki had to admit, Tony Stark had a wonderful body. Though he wasn't as built as the men of Asgard, he also didn't fall much behind, for a Midgardian. Loki took the sight before him, the well toned muscles, the strong arms, the defined abs.

The semi-erect cock, ready to jump to life.

Even Stark's peculiar circle of light on his chest, so mysterious and interesting, brought out a certain beauty to itself, despite the scars around it.

"Like what you see, babe?" He teased, a hand coming down to stroke himself, all modesty gone between them.

Loki squinted his eyes mockingly, "Oh dear, I can hardly see anything worth looking at."

Stark frowned momentarily. "Open your mouth, jackass."

Loki's eyes betrayed his smirk as his mouth opened wide and Stark slid his cock inside. He didn't mind. Stark's ego had already been jabbed enough. Though surely, Loki could keep going as soon as his mouth was free again. He was rather enjoying himself, watching Stark's expression change with each insult.

The god rested his hands on Stark's hips as he slowly worked on his shaft with his tongue. The man elicited a tiny moan, tangling his hand into Loki's hair as he encouraged Loki further.

Loki took him deeper into his throat, bobbing his head while he fondled Stark's testicles with his hand. He was still mildly irritated at the kneeling, but this? This gave him control.

As much as receiving oral sex was splendid – and Loki would make sure that he'd get it soon – giving it made the person who gives it in charge of the pleasure.

He swallowed Stark's cock with a hunger, but it was more than anything a hunger for power and control. The mortal groaned a little louder now, as Loki sucked him fiercely, his tongue licking the slit.

"God," Stark gasped, his grip on Loki's hair tighter, "You're going to make me come too soon, Loki."

Loki let go of the cock, putting a hand in front of his mouth in mock surprise. "Oh my. Perhaps I should stop, or else my dear husband won't be able to last the rest of the night with his limited mortal physiology."

There was a pause between them before Stark grabbed him by the crook of the neck, slamming him face-first onto the wall. Alright, so he could be stronger if he put his mind to it.

"You're really an ass, did you know that?" He hissed in his ear, the mortal's hands coming to caress Loki's behind, "As well as a tease."

He was still fully clothed, but he could feel Stark's erection pushing against his bottom. His own erection begged for release from his confinement, his usually cool skin now hot from arousal, already sweating.

"You are far crueler, Stark. Here I was, giving you the best oral sex you could have possibly ever had, and not only don't you thank me but you also insist on keeping me clothed."

"Oh, my apologies, Your Highness." The short man retorted, giving Loki's ass a slap, which startled him. "Take off your clothes. Magically, or by the traditional way. You choose."

"How thoughtful of you, giving me a choice." Loki spat in reply. With a shimmer, his clothes were gone, leaving him exposed.

He was about to leave the wall as well, when–

"Oh, no, don't move." Stark almost cooed, giving his ass a nice squeeze. "You're exactly where I want you to be."

He suddenly felt glued to the wall, like a fly trapped in a spider's comparison only made his irritation grow all the more. He used to be like a spider. He lured gullible flies onto his own trap. He should have kept his mouth shut, it could be him doing this all instead.

Stark's hands were moving all over his body, groping everywhere, his mouth biting on Loki's neck with perhaps the same hunger Loki felt before.

Stark wrapped his fingers around Loki's cock and started to pump, the other hand resting on his hips. The man's erection nudged his behind, and all Loki could do was keep his mouth shut.

Loving it as much as he was, he simply couldn't let it show. Like him, Stark was a proud man. One moan and Loki's mocking façade would be ruined.

Stark squeezed a little harder, and Loki accidentally let out a moan. The smaller man chuckled in delight.

"You're loving this, Loki. Don't deny it."

Instead, Loki replied with a "Get on with it, you stupid mortal."

Stark chuckled again, this time right in his ear. "Patience is a virtue."

"Do you really think I'm virtuous?" He remarked, giving Stark a pointed look from over his shoulder.

Stark tilted his head to the side, smirking. "Huh. Good point." His face came closer to Loki's, stealing a small kiss that caught him by surprise.

"I guess neither am I." He then said with a playful tone, before leaving Loki to the cold wall.

He did not miss Stark's warmth. Or his small and yet built frame pressing against Loki's back. Or his mouth on Loki's neck.

Any of the above. He didn't miss it. Not at all.

...

Truth be told, it has been so long since Loki had had the delight to feel another's hands on him, another's mouth on him, another's warmth radiating over him. He knew fully well who was doing this to him, and why he shouldn't be enjoying a mortal's touch, which was why he was determined not to let Stark know anything.

He heard the mortal fumble with his own belongings before then returning with a bottle in hand. He grinned at Loki when he saw the look on his face.

"Did ya miss me, honey?" He asked in a childish tone, coming back to his rightful place behind Loki, leaving small kisses on his shoulder.

Loki rolled his eyes. "Enough with the sweetness, my dear husband, or else I might actually lose interest."

He heard no reply from the man, who was too busy still kissing Loki's neck, a hand fondling Loki's balls momentarily. Then, he heard a pop, and Stark's hand left him. Before he could think of complaining, he heard the sound of the lubricant being squirted out of the bottle and onto Stark's hand.

"Open your legs wider." The mortal instructed and Loki felt his legs slide to each side, his heavy balls hanging in the middle.

He heard a small thud to the side indicating that Stark had thrown the bottle away, and soon after he felt a hand back on his cock while the other caressed his asshole. Teeth started to bite at his neck again, hungrier than the last time.

The man's constant hot breath on his ear was incredibly distracting. As well as the way his skilled hand squeezed Loki's cock and his fingers circled his entrance, finally entering one of them ever so slowly.

Loki moaned accidentally, which earned him a second finger in his hole and an enthusiastic suckle on his neck.

"We're not even having some real fun yet, but glad to see you're already loving it."

Stark teased as he removed a hand from Loki's cock and concentrated on scissoring his hole.

"Perhaps if you stopped teasing and just got it over with, we'd both be having 'real fun'."

"You sure, sweet cheeks? I might hurt you."

Loki let out a bark of a laughter at the man's ignorance. "I'm a god–"

"Oh no, not the puny mortal speech." Stark removed his fingers, spread Loki's cheeks apart and positioned his cock against Loki's entrance. "I'm done with role-playing." He wasted no time to thrusting in, and with a long groan he was fully inside him.

Loki bit the inside of his cheek and closed his eyes. Stark was too quick with the preparation, so it did hurt Loki a bit. But as he'd thought before anyway, he'd always liked it rough and he could handle it. He couldn't even deny that a part of him was loving it, but the reminder that it was Stark only made him want to rip the mortal's dick off.

With his hands on Loki's hips, Stark started to thrust in and out slowly, with no real rush. If Loki didn't know any better, he'd say that the man was savoring it.

The room was filled with groans, all of them Stark's since Loki tried to keep his mouth shut at all times.

Don't let him know you're liking it. Do not give him–

"Tilt your hips back this way for me, please." The mortal asked – asked, this time – and Loki did so. The usual strings that forced him to do what Stark asked were barely there, more of a suggestion than an actual obligation.

The new angle was so much better, allowing Stark to fuck him deeper. Loki's breath quickened, while Stark's ragged breath was already failing him.

"Moan for me, Loki." Stark ordered breathlessly, leaving sloppy kisses around Loki's shoulder blades and running them to his neck, a hand leaving his hips to fondle his balls. "Moan."

Loki gasped, a loud moan escaping his throat without permission. Stark was getting faster too, his thrusts relentless, each one eliciting a moan from Loki.

"I could get used to this." The mortal said after a particular thrust. "Couldn't you?"

"Shut up." Loki urged the stupid mortal, biting his own lips hard enough to draw blood.

His legs started to shake, widening all the more he wanted to feel Stark inside him. Behind him, the mortal's hand on his hip was strong, holding him in place as if at any moment he expected Loki to push him back and take back some control. His other hand rubbed him deliciously, while his cock drove him even further against the wall.

He had to admit, Stark wasn't so bad... when he was like this.

With a few last forceful thrusts – that managed to take the breath away from Loki – Stark was coming. He shuddered, his grip on Loki's cock tightening more. While trying to recover his breath he pumped the cock in his hand, squeezing the head between his fingers.

"Come on, Loki." He breathed, giving Loki one last kiss on the shoulder, "Come on. "

Loki came intensely, painting Stark's hands and walls white with semen. When he came back from his high, he realized that he had successfully dug his fingernails onto the wall. He removed them to look at the dents.

As deep as they were, he decided that he could've done worse to the wall. Fortunately, Stark didn't even seem to notice it as he breathed against Loki, still too close to him.

"Alright," The man breathed. "You can – move now."

Loki stayed on the wall for some moments, recovering himself.

"There, there. That wasn't so bad, was it?" Stark said as he patted Loki's ass.

Loki instantly turned around at that and pushed Stark, not too hard but enough to let him fall over onto the edge of his large bed.

The sex had been very good, but he was still annoyed at the man. Before he could do or say anything else, though, the mortal smirked. Loki was confused for a second, until Stark said:

"Just go to sleep, Loki. We can continue this tomorrow, if you want."

And just like that, Loki met the darkness. Damn him.