The workbench was cold against Tony's bare back and he was still panting for air. His body hadn't quite come down from his orgasm and he still felt like he was floating in the clouds. He lifted his head from the bench, suddenly realizing Loki had disappeared.

He groaned and let his head thud back over the edge of the workbench. The upside down world did little to help him reorient himself with reality, "I swear to God Loki…this disappearing act is getting old."

"Oh, you don't like my games?" Loki's voice was smooth and Tony caught a glimpse of green before Loki reappeared, licking his lips and moving towards Tony with the terrifying grace of a panther coming in for the kill. Tony didn't care that he was the prey anymore. He was willing to go along with just about anything Loki suggested at this point.

He sat up, turning to face Loki, "I don't like not knowing the rules…doesn't mean I don't like the game. What? You worried I'm going to run away or—" his voice caught in his throat as Loki began removing the straps of his armor. A grin lit up his features, "Okay, this game I like."

Loki smirked, "I thought it might please you…" there was the slow slid of a zipper and that outermost layer of cloak slid off and hit the floor. The weight of the sound as it hit reminded Tony, once again, that Loki was a god; just that cloak and outer tunic sounded like it had to weigh a good 15 pounds.

Tony was surprised by how thin the trickster actually was. Without the extra volume of leather, metal and silk, there was nothing but sleek, long lines. Tony's mouth was suddenly dry and his cock was twitching back to life. Impressive. Most of the time at his age, twice in an evening was getting rare, but then again, this was a magical evening.

Loki smiled, slinking closer, long fingers traced across his armor, sliding over the shoulder and finding a hidden series of snaps there. Another few seconds and a thirty-pound clattering chest piece of metal and leather crashed onto the floor. Tony swallowed, "How many layers you got there buddy? Who are you hiding from?"

Tony held his breath as something shifted across those wicked green eyes. Loki's hands froze, "I do not hide from anyone." he hissed.

Tony flinched. Open mouth, insert foot. Tony's mind hit overdrive, "Well good… you've got a wicked body. Don't hide that."

The comment seemed to soothe that darkness that had flashed over emerald, and Loki's hands resumed removing the third layer. This one had more intricate, fastenings in metal wrapping in a swoop across Loki's chest. When this layer of leather was peeled away, Tony groaned. A layer of green silk was beneath that, and Tony was willing to bet there were several more layers.

"Jesus. You want to drag this out, don't you? You really want to wait to fuck me?"

That darkness bloomed across his eyes, and the smirk on those thin lips could have taught the devil something new. "I am a patient creature."

"Yeah, well I'm not. So could we maybe move this along?" he paused, "Please?"

Loki's laugh was low, and dark, "…mmm…..very well. Since you asked so nicely…" he waved his hands and the remaining fabric pooled like water and slid down his body.

Gods.

Tony was light headed as his blood rushed down his body to spring his cock to fullness, screaming for attention.

In another instant Loki was over him, pinning him back flat to workbench as he moved between Tony's thighs. He held up a hand, his fingers were suddenly slick. "I won't make you wait then."

Tony gasped, back arching as he was pierced again. He knew that the slickness of Loki's fingers was a gift, that the god could have easily taken him, torn him to ribbons from the inside out, but gratitude was the smallest piece of the welling of emotions stirring in his chest.

"If I would have known all it took was sex to make you mine…I would not have bothered with that scepter at all." Loki purred, fingers twisting against that spot again and Tony shouted. "I can control just as easily like this…can I not?"

Tony groaned, wanting to protest, to argue, but his head nodded and his voice spoke of its own accord, "Fuck yes… anything you want…just…Jesus…do it!"

Loki chuckled softly, sliding his fingers from Tony's body and slowly lining up with his body. He held Tony's legs in a wide V, spreading Tony like a whore, and Tony couldn't have cared less at that moment.

He winced at the pressure of Loki nudging against his entrance and then breeching that core ring of muscles. Loki was big, much bigger than those prepping fingers, and it hurt. The chill of his flesh was faintly soothing to the aching muscles and he didn't fight, or resist much.

The pain was making his cock start to wilt until those long wicked fingers wrapped around his length and began slowly stroking, hard and soft, quick and slow, hot and cold. Loki was a box of unexplained physics, paradoxes that science would never touch.

He dropped his head, nails scratching uselessly at the smooth metal of the workbench. He moaned as he felt Loki make one last thrust forward and knew the god was fully embedded. Jesus. This was…surreal. He had never felt anything like this, and for once, his mind was shut off. There was no rushing of formulas, doubts or ideas. There was a blissful blankness and when Loki made a swallow thrust and his head danced over his prostate the blankness burst with colors.

"Say it." Loki's voice sounded far away, and Tony turned his gaze to those features, the sharp eyes boring into Tony, "Say you are mine." he twisted his hips bruising against his spot.

Tony's toes curled, "Fuck yes. Yes, whatever. Just…Fuck Loki!" he arched his hips, craving more of that piercing cold.

Loki's lips curved into a grin, and Tony knew he was a lost cause. There was no going back from this moment, no take backs or do-overs, and he didn't care. He wrapped his legs around Loki, body clenching around Loki.

Loki moaned, eyes flickering again, and he finally let that dark beast out to play. His hips bucked and he slammed into Tony over and over again. Tony's head smashed into the metal workbench but he was numbed to the pain. Loki gripped at the edge of the table, bracing himself to thrust harder, the steel table crumpled under Loki's hold. Tony had to wrap his arms around Loki to keep from being thrown off.

He could feel bruises forming, hear the metal table cracking and buckling under the pressure, and it was fantastic. Let the world go to hell. Red welts tilled the fields of that pale expanse of flesh as Tony's raked his nails down Loki's back.

He knew he was coming to an end. The muscles all over his body were winding up, tightening towards their breaking point, and God, Tony wanted nothing more than to break, to break Loki, to bring them both to climax. That was the only thought rattling around in his mind.

He could feel the muscles of Loki's back tensing, could hear the snarling pants of the god above him growing harsher. The metal under Loki's hands was folding in on it on itself as Loki lurched forward, teeth tearing into Tony's neck.

That flash of pain was enough to uncoil every wire of his body. It was a chain reaction that couldn't be stopped. He screamed out his god's name as his entire body shook, rocking violently under Loki.

Loki's finish was only seconds later, and Tony could feel the trickster's cold seed coating him inside and out. He gasped for air; he could hear the reactor humming loud against the exertion.

It took several long moments for Loki to come down from his orgasm and to release Tony's neck and slide from Tony's body. He hissed at the sudden loss of that cool hardness.

Loki chuckled, "…Mine. The man of iron my own personal whore."

Tony tried to glare, but he didn't have the energy, and besides, how was he going to argue with that after letting the god fuck him over his own workbench?

Long cold fingers tapped over the reactor in Tony's chest, "…Do not remove this piece again…I am the only one who will determine when you are to die."

Tony rolled his eyes, "…yeah…that's sweet…"

Loki snorted, "We will have to work on your manners."

"Uh-huh. Gonna dress me up in a little maid outfit and have me call you master?"

"You would enjoy that."

"…Fuck you."

Loki's lips ghosted across Tony's lips, cool melting into warm, "…perhaps next time." and with that he was gone, every trace of him, aside from the wrecked workbenches, vanished.

It was nearly an hour later when he finally managed to get to shaky feet and stumble to his bedroom. The soft bed was a godsend for his aching…everything…

He sighed, letting his eyes close, 'Next time…huh?' he thought, 'I look forward to that, reindeer games.'

Thanks for your patience everyone! Grad school is kicking my ass and I just signed a two book deal that is going to eat what's left of my soul… so this will probably be the last installment of this story…at least for a while. But I wanted to at least get this up for you all as a thanks!

Thanks for all the comments and support!