"Loki! Let go of me! Looookiiii!"

Loki had a firm grip on Harry's arm as he dragged him to the kitchen. He had good control of his strength and he held on tight enough to keep from bruising Harry while he could still lift him easily from the floor high up in the air.

He let some magic grab a chair and dragged it over to force Harry ass into it. Immediately Harry struggled, arms lashing out as well as his legs, and Loki knew he would, so he tied the green-eyed beauty to the chair. Limbs bound to the chair legs, and arms at his sides, both were bound down by Loki's magic, the aura of it a bright golden hue shimmering around his appendages.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Harry's eyes were alight with anger. His magic tried to undo the bonds of Loki's, but failed in his weakened state. Loki was proud to say he had always been more powerful than Harry. He wasn't being conceited; however, he had many years on Harry to perfect his magic and he prided his self in those years of focus.

He leveled his head with Harry's and said, "You will eat. And later, you will sleep peacefully. I'll make sure of that." His smirk was full of promises.

"Please, Lok. Whatever…" He shut his emerald eyes and bowed his head with a sigh, thick locks covering his face. "Let me go."

"Once I am finished, I will."

"Finished with what?" Harry asked, tone sharp as the points on Loki's gold helmet.

Loki opened the fridge, ignoring his husbands questioning. He looked inside of it for something soft, and easy to swallow so Harry would not choke. He gathered up two things after a moment of deciding: chocolate pudding and angel cake. Both were desserts and sweet, but Harry rather liked sweet things, and because of that there were a lot of sweet foods in the house, more than half made by his own hands.

Turning to view the angry face of his spouse, he set the bowl of pudding and the plate of cake on the countertop beside him. He knelt down a bit and grabbed Harry's chin to lift it up, and he stared into watery eyes, pissed of eyes, and watched as Harry's lips trembled in their set scowl.

"You will eat," Loki said. He had a spoon dunk into the pudding and levitated over until it was near Harry's mouth.

The wizard looked at it with trepidation, like eating would end his life when it was a part of surviving. "Loki, I won't—"

On the god's other hand his long finger pressed down against Harry's lower lip, shutting him up, and then he found the teeth gritted tight. It was easy to pinch his fingers that held his chin and open his mouth with pure strength. He forced the spoon to drop the chocolate pudding down Harry's throat; it was difficult with Harry's jaw shaking as it tried to close with Loki's strong hand keeping it open. As he spooned two more big heaps, Harry's eyes watered and he sputtered with his tongue, little chocolate spots getting left behind on Harry's face in several places.

"You had better swallow." His voice was harsh, showing just how cruel he could be if he wanted to.

Harry did as he said knowing if he did not there would be consequences, as there always was when Loki got like this. All the same, he swallowed with a glare in his eyes.

Loki didn't like that Harry could resist him with that look, and yet still obey him. It was maddening. He grabbed the cake in a spoon once the pudding was gone, and did the same as before, dropping the food upon Harry's tongue. He wasn't expecting Harry's green eyes to close or for him to moan when it touched his pudding-coated tongue.

Loki pursed his lips at the erotic sound. Just seconds ago Harry was struggling and giving him a look of total loathing, and now he seemed to be enjoying this. His face was flushed. His cheeks and nose were spotted with pudding. And Loki's cock was rising.

Without thought he kissed Harry, dropping his grip on Harry's chin to slide his fingers through Harry's hair. He tasted sweet. Loki disabled the bonds and was more than ecstatic when Harry leaned up with his arms around him, nails scratching his back delightfully. Loki tasted the chocolate on Harry's tongue as he rubbed it alongside his, it was sweet and the texture of Harry's rough mouth muscle made it all the better.

"Harry," he breathed on his cheek, licking away a spot of chocolate. Everything he was trying to do was forgotten in his lust. He always said Harry was too irresistible for him.

"Ahh, lick me more, I want more of your silvertongue." Harry tilted his head up, and Loki's tongue he wanted so much slid the whole way down his face leaving a wet trail. He found his Adams apple, biting it softly, gaining a gasp from Harry whose hands grabbed Loki's shoulders. "Bedroom. Now."

Loki grinned when he saw the tent in Harry's pants. He teleported them onto the bed in their room with Harry beneath him, his hips in the air, and his legs twisting the sheets as he spread them apart. Loki unclothed them both and placed his body over his and promptly attacked Harry's chest, biting his hard nipples. Hands were all over each other, and Harry's body thrust up continuously, his throbbing cock rubbing on Loki's taut stomach. Loki ran his hand lightly on the skin of Harry's stomach and thighs, feeling the muscles twitch.

"Loki, touch me more," Harry begged.

Harry's hands reached down to his dick, but Loki grabbed both in one hand and brought them back up above his head. "Don't touch yourself, precious." He reached around the smooth tan back and pulled Harry's body closer downwards, and spread his legs wider along with his ass cheeks. He lubricated him with a quick spell.

The cold lube hit Harry's hole and he whined, tossing his head back. "Just touch me already, Loki," he ground out.

Loki aligned his own throbbing cock with Harry's puckered asshole and thrust in. Harry groaned out his name, and his hands found their way into Loki's long black strands as the god assaulted his mouth.

He fucked Harry deep, and as hard as he could without breaking him in half. His hands played with Harry's sides, softly caressing, and Loki found with each little stroke on Harry's skin he tightened around Loki's cock wonderfully. He picked up his speed and kissed a trail to Harry's throat. Loki's mouth licked and sucked, leaving marks on him, showing Harry belonged to him.

"Hgn, faster, yes," Harry murmured, legs twisting around Loki's.

Harry pulled his head up and kissed him, breathing his name against their joined mouths. He worked his hands between their sweaty bodies and gripped Harry's cock firmly, and Harry moaned loudly into the kiss, his tongue going deeper into Loki's throat. He felt Harry tense around him and knew his release was coming, so he pressed his thumb against the tip of Harry's dick and Harry came hard with a loud whimper, legs trembling. Cum stuck to Loki's chest, and somehow he got the salty cum in his mouth, but he paid no mind to its stickiness. As Harry's asshole tightened around him, throbbing from release, Loki came with a soft grunt, filling Harry deep with his seed.

They lay there, panting for a while, and Loki slid his self from Harry's ass. They both groaned, whether at the loss or from the soreness. The god went into the bathroom to splash water on his face and clean out his mouth from the pudding and from Harry's cum. When he came back in he saw Harry crying, huddled in the blankets, and everything was different. The atmosphere wasn't after sex, where everything glowed and was profound. Now things felt urgent, as in urgent to make everything better, and he was urgent to making Harry happy again.

"Harry, precious…" Loki crawled on the bed and pulled the blankets from Harry's hands, and pulled his head to rest it on his chest. "Why do you cry?"

"I'm sorry," Harry sobbed out. "I just didn't feel like eating. I…if I ate, maybe… I don't know!"

"Shh. Take a breath, now."

Harry did so, and let out a big warm sigh that Loki felt on his skin, along with a few stray teardrops.

"Tell me."

Harry answered immediately. "I think about how I abandoned them, my relatives."

Loki was more than just shocked. "They abandoned you. They treated you—"

"Like complete garbage. But just because they did, do I have to? I mean, look at them! Vernon treats Petunia like a slave and Dudley like a punching bag. I think to myself, why don't they fight back? Why don't they leave? But they can't. They're stuck together, for as long as they live. And I realize they're scared to leave, and scared of what will happen if they do. I know that because I was that. I remember the want to leave, but the fear of what else was out there made me stay. I feel like I should've helped them, so it wouldn't have turned out like this. With them…dead."

"You refused to eat because of this? Because you feel guilty for their death?"

"Yeah. I just…couldn't stop thinking about it, and the thought of food made me sick. I pictured Dudley and Vernon, and that made my stomach turn. I wish…I could have helped them. But I know they wouldn't have accepted my help. Or maybe any help from anyone for that matter; they're too stubborn."

Loki pet Harry's head and Harry kissed his chest in return. Loki smiled. "It really bothers me when you're so kind."

Harry laughed. He looked up and said, "You should try it."

Loki glared halfheartedly.

"I'm sorry," Harry said a moment later.

"I accept your apology."

The green eyed wizard rubbed his face into Loki's chest. "Jeez, you're supposed to say 'you don't have to say that' or something more romantic."

"But you wouldn't have to apologize if you'd just told me two days ago."

"Yeah, you're right." Harry yawned. "And we probably wouldn't have had this amazing sex, either. Never thought I'd be turned on by…the whole food thing…"

Loki hummed. We shall definitely do this again. He stroked Harry hair and thought, Tony was right. Some sex was all they needed. Damn his genius IQ. "Fucking Stark," Loki mumbled.

"What was that, Loki?"

"It was nothing, my dear. Just go to sleep." He levitated a blanket to cover them with and turned off the lights to sleep.

THE END!

Bye bye! :D

-Eve