A/Ns: Written for the lovely and patient duhduhnisey. Thanks for hanging in there.

6 Months Ago. Germany

It was a need Loki hadn't even realized he had even when he had Agent Clint Barton strip from his clothes in a make shift bedroom.

Loki just moved Barton to a position that suited his need and with the aid of some oil that the subordinate had given him to ease his passage, he entered the mortal body. Loki groaned, leaning forward, putting his hands above Clint's shoulders and using his own body to spread the thighs of the man under his control.

He looked down and felt unhindered shock hit him when he saw those clouded blue eyes staring up at him, in mild disinterest. Glancing down, he noticed that Barton wasn't even aroused, and he halted his desire to simply pound away into the willing body below him. He knew he didn't have to have the archer be aroused to get off, and he was on the planet to take everything he wanted. However, in this, Loki didn't want a non-participant. He wanted something else.

"Agent- I mean, Clint," the demi-god said, "I want you to participate in this, find pleasure in it." Maybe this was too generous.

"Will you kiss me, sir?" Clint asked, as if he was not sure he knew it was allowed.

"I am Loki, here, and yes it shall be my pleasure." With that he lowered his mouth to Barton's, capturing sweet lips with his own.

Loki had very few experiences with kissing. The women and few men he had bedded in the past had never felt the need for a lot of kissing, more often than not, they were using the experience to get more notice from Thor or Odin, rather than a pleasure in the act. He had figured he was not missing much.

But this was different. Clint seemed to take the first touch of lips as permission for a full go ahead and wrapped his arms around Loki, one hand tangled in his long black hair, and the other hand held onto his lower back.

The assassin shifted, angling his mouth to lick Loki's lower lip, before teasing it with a quick bite of teeth. He moved, pushing his tongue into the god's mouth, caressing the inside, exploring, while holding onto him as if he would never let go.

Loki didn't even realize he was moaning or that Clint had started to become aroused until his new lover moved his mouth down onto to a collarbone. He suddenly felt a need burning under his skin. It seemed to spread across his body like a fire. His hips began to rock gently into Clint's body, enjoying the teasing friction and tightness.

Barton undulated, rubbing his thickening cock up on Loki's firm abdomen. He leaned his head back, letting out an obscene noise. "Yes, please, move," the mortal begged.

Clint mouthed along the dark haired man's collarbone, toward the pale long neck, teeth teasing the skin there. Loki whimpered, giving several stuttering thrusts, unsure why it was difficult to coordinate his body suddenly.

"Touch me, please," the archer moaned.

Loki wrapped a hand around the awakening erection and gave it a few pulls.

"Yes, yes," Clint gasped, body shuddering as he held onto Loki's back.

"Are you ready for me to move?" Loki asked, his hips twitching with the urge to pound into the tight heat enveloping him.

Clint gave a nod, pulling Loki down for a sloppy kiss. Smooth tongue invaded his mouth, and Loki couldn't stop from rocking forward, sliding in deep before drawing back and then repeating the motion.

After a few moment, Barton began to whisper something in Loki's ear. It took him a few seconds to hear over the blood rushing through his ears and the mind collapsing pleasure relentlessly flooding his body.

Then Clint's voice rang clear.

"Yes, please, I need it. Please, I need you, please don't stop, please, please don't stop. So perfect, yes need you-"

It shouldn't have been such a turn on to hear this mortal begging in his raspy, high-on-pleasure voice. Loki usually got off on the purely physical interaction, the pleasure of his partner usually less important than his own.

But here was this man begging for Loki's body, for Loki's touch, for his kiss.

His dick throbbed with the rush of pleasure, forcing him to move faster at this thought. The only thing that nearly ruined it was the sight of those partly opened blue glazed eyes.

"Close your eyes," Loki commanded, and Clint instantly obeyed.

"Please," Barton begged, moving back to meet Loki's frenzied thrusts.

"Yes, you like this don't you? Are you hot for my touch?" Loki didn't know why he was speaking or if he actually wanted a reply. It didn't seem to matter because Clint replied.

"Yes, Loki. I'm so hot. I want your touch, please touch me, Loki," the archer whimpered, hand going down to stroke his leaking erection.

It seemed to fuel their movements, an absolute feverish pace, which proved to be their undoing, as suddenly Clint climaxed, his body tightening around Loki, who gave a short harsh plunge before ecstasy hit him.

By the time the demi-god stopped shuddering, he found his face in the sweaty shoulder of the man rubbing a soothing hand up the immortal's hot back. For a moment, they panted, not moving until the bliss subsided. Loki pulled up, to sickeningly find that Clint's eyes were still closed.

He had no idea what came over him as he leaned down and gently pressed one more kiss to Cint's mouth.

"Is that what you required, sir?" the breathless mortal asked, when Loki pulled back.

Loki nodded. "You did splendidly Agent Barton. You are dismissed."

Rolling off the man, Loki withdrew from his body. The archer immediately stood and began to get dressed.

"I will start preparing for our next move, sir," Clint said, and then left