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Clint quietly knelt next to Loki's chair, feeling the chill of the tile floor seeping through the material of his pants. He held a small measure of anxiety as the gods conversed; hoping against hope that Loki's offer to Thor would be accepted, and that his hunger would finally be satiated.

"Are you certain," Thor rumbled from somewhere above the bound and blindfolded archer.

"Of course," Loki replied smoothly. "If there were any doubt in my mind as to this, I would never have suggested such a thing."

"True," the blonde god said. "But you cannot fault me in the asking. The last time I was called to such service, the situation was…quite different."

"It was, wasn't it," Loki mused, long fingers trailing up Clint's spine to stroke through short brown hair. "But no matter. Things have changed since your last visit, brother. And it would seem that you awakened something within my Hawk. I have noted the faraway look that comes over him at the mention of your name, and the thinly veiled heat when we speak of that day. You do remember what you said to him, do you not? Something about fucking him until he screamed?"

"I do," Thor allowed, his voice gone over to gravel. "I believe I said, 'Perhaps another time.'"

"Well, that time is now," Loki cooed, nails scraping over Clint's scalp. He noted the slight tremors that ran through the archer's solid frame; anticipation warring with apprehension. Want fighting against a wary nature.

"This is what you want, is it not?" Loki asked the man kneeling at his side.

Clint gave a slight nod, feeling the heat coiled in his belly begin to grow. It was a constant hunger that refused to be dampened; a holdover from the day he'd given Loki what he needed most…and discovered a thing or two about himself in the process.

"You may speak," the dark god murmured, a note of pride in his tone.

The archer swallowed down the lump in his throat, and gave a slight tug against the leather straps wound so tightly around his wrists before answering.

"This is absolutely what I want," he breathed.

Loki toyed with the tie holding the smaller man's blindfold in place, giving a pleased hum at Clint's words. "And there you have it, brother," he stated. "Unquestionable consent. Now I must ask again; will you take that which you are being offered?"

Thor stepped closer, and the archer flinched slightly as a large hand cupped his chin, tilting his head back. The scent of the Thunderer surrounded him, and Clint bit back a soft moan, remembering the last time he'd been awash in the smell of ozone and metal; leather and sweat.

"Do you offer yourself to me fully?" Thor asked in earnest.

Clint found himself wishing that he wasn't blinded to this; wanting to see the hungry gaze Thor was levering his way as he waited for an answer.

An answer that he wasted no time in delivering.

"I do," he stated firmly. "Whatever you want; however you want it."

"So eager," Loki purred. "Ready and willing for anything you may ask. Is there anything quite as enticing as utter and complete hunger?"

"A willingness to share," Thor suggested. "Which from you is unexpected… but not unappreciated."

"When I said things had changed, brother, I meant far more than whom you might find kneeling before you," Loki smirked.

"I see that now," Thor answered slowly, his thumb tracing over Clint's lower lip before pushing inside. The archer suckled, pressing the flat of his tongue against the pad of the Thunderer's digit, pulling a low groan from the god. "And will you be joining us?" he asked, almost as an after-thought.

"Perhaps," Loki said. "But for now, I am content to simply observe."

"So be it," Thor huffed. "I would have this off," he stated, his free hand moving to loosen the blindfold. "I wish to bear witness to the lust in your Hawk's gaze."

"As you wish," Loki replied. "As of now, he is yours to do with as you will."

Clint shuddered at Loki's words, the promise of what was to come blooming bright in his mind. He remembered the feel of Thor's hands gripping his hips; the bliss of being filled so full; fucked so well. The way Thor had pinned him; making him feel so very small and helpless.

It was a kink that Clint hadn't even known he'd had…and had hungered for ever since.

The blindfold was pulled away, and Clint blinked up at the god. From his knees, Thor seemed massive; towering over him as he stared down at the archer, eyes slightly narrowed. Sliding his thumb free, he once more traced over the swell of Clint's lower lip, a slight smile plucking at the corner of Thor's mouth.

"And do you crave the same sort of abuse as my brother?" Thor asked. "Do you wish to be broken, little Hawk?"

"I want to be used," Clint answered softly. "Pinned down, filled up and fucked out."

"So very specific," Loki breathed. "He has never been one to shy from asking for precisely what he needs."

"And where, pray tell, might he have learned that?" Thor asked, a teasing note creeping into his voice.

"I haven't the slightest idea," Loki replied, mock innocence dripping from his words. "Now. Enough talk. I think my Hawk has been quite patient, and the time has come for you to deliver upon your promise."

"Yes," Thor murmured.

Loki waved one hand in a languid motion, and the straps fell from Clint's wrists. The archer's tongue slicked over his lower lip, and he leaned forward, sliding his hands up Thor's thighs. The Thunderer stood silently as Clint worked the laces on his breeches open, spreading the material apart and nuzzling against his lower belly. Licking over the ridge of Thor's hip, Clint palmed the god's cock, uttering a quiet moan at the feel of firm, heavy flesh.

Thor voiced a small gasp at that first contact, one large hand coming to rest on the nape of the archer's neck. He gripped him loosely, letting that heated mouth travel where it may as he gazed down in wonder. Clint blazed a trail from one hip to the next, licking, kissing and delivering small nips; marking his path as he moved ever closer to the blonde god's aching length, his own arousal growing by the minute.

Clint paused in his exploration, eyes sliding up to lock with Thor's before he circled his fingers around the god's cock. He gave a long, slow pull to the thick flesh in his hand, smirking slightly at the breathless moan Thor voiced.

"Tell me what you want," Clint murmured, holding Thor's bright blue gaze.

"That mouth," the Thunderer answered quickly. "I did not have the pleasure of such when last we met and I would know all of your skills, Hawk."

"He is quite skilled with his mouth," Loki offered as he reclined, eyes bright with lust. "You shall not be disappointed, brother."

Clint's tongue ran out, teasing over that sensitive spot just under the head of Thor's cock. The blonde god loosed a hoarse shout and tightened his grip on the nape of the archer's neck, drawing him forward and pushing between Clint's lips. A hiss bled from behind clenched teeth as the smaller man swallowed him down in slow, measured movements; pressing his tongue firmly to the underside as he took him deeper, and then sucking as he withdrew.

Thor stilled his hips, fighting the urge to rut deep into the archer's throat and allowing Clint to move at his own pace. When he was fully seated, and the muscles of Clint's throat tight around the head of his cock, Thor uttered a quiet growl of bliss.

"Was I wrong?" Loki questioned, tilting his head and spearing his brother with an inquisitive look.

"Not in the least," the Thunderer panted as Clint began to swallow around his length.

Thor turned his gaze to the man kneeling before him. He felt a surge of arousal at the idea that this strong, proud creature held such a blazing hunger for him; had yearned to kneel and offer himself up fully and completely. Thor stroked his free hand across Clint's bared shoulders and down his arm, feeling the tremors wracking the archer's frame.

"You shudder. Why?" Thor asked.

Clint pulled back, licking over and around the tip of the god's cock before answering. "Anticipation," he answered in a hoarse voice. "Been wanting this for a long time now. Can't wait for what comes next."

"And all borne from our brief tryst," Thor marveled. "I did not expect our time together to have such a lasting effect upon you."

"Neither did I," Clint murmured as he rhythmically squeezed and stroked the heavy flesh in his hand. He cocked his head, giving the Thunderer a lopsided grin before adding, "Glad it did, though. Even more glad you decided to keep that promise of yours."

"I am a man of my word," Thor stated.

"Good," Clint replied and pressed forward, swallowing down the Thunderer's cock once more.

Loki's eyes narrowed in pleasure as he watched his archer work. The mortal set a steady pace that had Thor gasping within moments, and the dark god's gaze lingered over the play of muscles in the archer's back. He leaned forward in his seat, teasing long fingers over the curve of Clint's spine, chuckling lightly at the shiver that wrung through his Hawk's solid frame.

"How focused, he is," Loki cooed. "So very intent on bringing you pleasure, that in return, you will visit the same upon him."

Loki raked his nails up the slope of Clint's back, thrilling to the muffled cry that leaked out from around the thick flesh filling Clint's throat. Curling his hand around the base of Clint's skull, Loki forced him to take Thor's cock even deeper, growling out, "Swallow."

Clint complied immediately, the muscles of his throat working, and Thor loosed a low snarl at the feel.

"Yes," the blonde god moaned, his own broad hands coming up to grip Clint's shoulders. "Your skills are many, archer. And while I could happily lose myself in nothing more than this, I fear it will do little to satiate your hunger. I would have you now."

Loki pulled Clint back to recline between his knees, chuckling at the whine of anticipation the archer voiced. Dipping his head, Loki ran his tongue lightly over Clint's lips before drawing him into a blistering kiss. He delved deep, drawing out the moment before breaking the kiss and murmuring, "I can taste him upon your tongue, my Hawk. But are you ready for more?"

"Fuck yes," Clint breathed. "So ready."

"I suspected that may be your answer," Loki mused. "Come. On your knees now, and face me. I wish to see your face whilst my brother uses you."

"Yes, sir," Clint murmured, the heat in his tone matched only by the flush staining his cheeks. He rolled upright and turned, placing his hands high on Loki's thighs as the dark god leaned back into his chair, a smirk plucking at the corner of his mouth.

"Yes," Loki cooed. "Just so."

Thor went to his knees behind Clint, slipping his hands around to brush lightly over the archer's arousal before moving up to flick open the button on his pants. That needy whine sounded again, and Thor chuckled as he drew the material down over Clint's thighs. Clint wriggled out of his trousers as quickly as possible, kicking them away and arching his back, his gaze never once moving from the poison green stare of his god.

The Thunderer stroked his fingers down Clint's flanks, feeling the frantic tempo of his heart as the mortal trembled beneath his touch. He dipped his head to mouth along the slope of Clint's shoulder before sinking his teeth into the sensitive crook of the archer's throat. The ragged cry that Clint voiced only served to heighten the lust Thor felt roiling in his belly, and as he licked over the angry red mark he'd gifted the archer, Thor slid one hand down to press against his opening.

Clint stilled instantly, and his breath hitched in his throat before he gasped out, "Please?"

Thor lifted his gaze to Loki, giving him a slight nod. Loki grinned in return and murmured a quiet incantation, slicking Thor's thick fingers in preparation of what was to come.

"Thank you, brother," Thor murmured as he slowly breached Clint's body, his fingers sinking deep even as his other hand clamped down on the nape of the archer's neck, holding him in place. Clint let loose a stuttering cry as the blonde god's fingers stroked and twisted, stretched and plunged.

Loki reached out, cupping his Hawk's cheek and studying the play of emotions across the mortal's face. The desperation in his eyes was just this side of too much, and Loki tsk'd lightly.

"You are nearly undone," Loki chided. "And long before the game has even been properly started. I thought you were made of sterner material, my Hawk."

"C-can't help it," Clint ground out. "Want this too much, I guess."

"That is apparent to all," Loki murmured, his gaze dipping to take in the sight of Clint's cock, fully hard and straining.

At that moment, Thor's fingers found the spot they'd been seeking, and Clint's response was lost in a throaty moan. Loki watched as his Hawk's eyes rolled back in bliss, his slight smirk blooming into a wolfish grin.

"There, brother," he instructed. "You have him at your mercy; now make him sing."

The blonde god's fingers pressed firmly to that sensitive patch of skin hidden so deeply inside, and traced small circles, thrilling to the panting groans the archer voiced. He moved faster, prompting a ragged gasp from Clint, and then the kneeling mortal was rocking back to meet his every motion.

"Yes," Loki whispered, leaning in to nuzzle against the shell of Clint's ear. "Show him how wanton you truly are, my Hawk. Beg for him to use you; if not with that clever tongue, then with your very body."

Clint nodded frantically, arching his back and spreading his knees further. Thor's fingers bit into his nape, tugging him upright and presenting him to Loki.

"Now if that is not the prettiest sight," the dark god breathed, leaning forward in his seat. "Flushed and wanting, achingly hard…and all for you, Thor."

Clint's hips stuttered forward, and he whimpered softly, his gaze locked on Loki's own.

"How needy you sound," Loki cooed, slowly trailing long fingers down Clint's chest. "Tell us what you desire most, and perhaps we shall take pity on you."

"Please," Clint sobbed. "I want…oh fuck…please just fill me up!"

Loki raised his eyes to meet Thor's and he quirked one eyebrow at the Thunderer. "I do believe you have broken him," Loki stated. "And judging from your own state of arousal, I think the time has come to give him what he so desperately craves."

Thor slowly licked a hot stripe up the side of Clint's throat to murmur into his ear, "Is this true, little Hawk? Can you take no more?"

"Oh, I can take a hell of a lot more," Clint panted. "But your fingers aren't exactly what I need right now."

The blonde god chuckled and pulled free, saying, "Then I shall give you more."

Thor pressed Clint forward until the mortal was once more braced on Loki's thighs, and then he quickly slicked his length before nudging against the archer's entrance.

Clint stilled at that first touch, his breath caught in his throat as Thor slowly breached him. Loki's gaze bored steadily in Clint's own, watching as his Hawk's eyes drifted half-shut in pleasure.

"Finally," Loki whispered as he reclined back into his seat.

Thor huffed out a strained groan as he gave a tentative thrust into the archer's clenching heat. The smaller man swore bitterly in response and rocked back to take the god deeper, grinding down upon his length. Thor's hands dropped to grip Clint's hips tightly, seating himself fully before leaning over the mortal and asking, "And does this quell your hunger? Is this what you've needed?"

"It's a start," Clint allowed, rolling his hips to goad Thor into action. "How 'bout you ask me again once you've actually fucked me?"

Loki chuckled fondly and ran his fingers through the archer's hair. "He can be rather demanding, brother, and do not feel that you need to hold back. He has proven himself quite capable in weathering the lust of a god."

"Is that so?" Thor rumbled. "I suppose I shall have to test that for myself."

And with that Thor rocked back until just the very tip of his cock was within Clint's tight heat before surging forward, filling him in one brutal thrust.

Clint howled in bliss, his hands scrabbling at Loki's leather-clad thighs for purchase as Thor set a steady, punishing rhythm. Loki gathered a fistful of Clint's hair, close to his nape, and held tight, keeping the archer's head tugged back just enough to labor his breathing.

"How does it feel, my Hawk?" Loki asked softly.

"So…fucking good," Clint gasped.

Loki grinned and tightened his hold on Clint's hair, leaning in closer and searching the archer's gaze. Those familiar steel blue eyes were half-lidded; pupils so blown with lust that they nearly eclipsed the iris.

"Harder, Thor," Loki murmured. "He desires to be used…so use him."

The Thunderer voiced a low growl, fingers biting deeper into Clint's hips, vibrant bruises blooming under his touch. He shifted his weight, nudging Clint's knees wider and thrust faster, losing himself in the cloying heat surrounding his cock.

"Like so?" Thor rumbled.

"Yes," Clint cried. "Oh fuck, yes, Thor! Right fucking –there-!"

"And will you scream for me?" Thor asked, his voice ragged with desire.

"Whatever you want," Clint whimpered, slicking his tongue across his lower lip. "Make me come and I'll do whatever you want. God, please!"

"So pliant when he's like this," Loki hummed. Lifting his gaze to meet Thor's, the dark god smiled before growling, "Harder."

Thor surged forward, driving Clint higher into Loki's lap, the archer leaning his forehead against Loki's chest, gasping for breath as he moved closer to his release. Loki loosed his grip on Clint's hair and circled long fingers around his nape, holding his Hawk in place as Thor plied his body. Canting his hips just so, the Thunderer brushed against that hidden spot, pulling a surprised wail from the man kneeling before him. Clint's body clenched hard around him, and Thor groaned in response.

"So very tight, your Hawk is," he gasped.

"And yet, so wanton," Loki supplied. "You have him on the edge, brother. Now take him to pieces."

Thor nodded his assent and snapped his hips forward, pressing against that tender patch of skin that washed Clint's vision red.

"Fuck," Clint gasped. "I'm gonna…n-nuh…don't you dare fucking stop!"

The blonde god kept his pace steady. Long, deep thrusts punctuated by a harsh, grinding roll of his hips, teasing Clint closer and closer with each motion. And within moments, Thor was rewarded with an ear-splitting wail as the archer convulsed in his grasp. He stilled, holding himself deep as Clint rode out his orgasm, trembling wildly.

Loki felt Clint's length twitch against his inner thigh, and the slowly growing heat of his release as it washed over the leather of his breeches. He murmured soft words of praise in his Hawk's ear as he slid one hand down, teasing his thumb over the head of Clint's cock and chuckling at the piteous whine the mortal voiced. Gathering a bit of the archer's release, Loki traced a damp line over Clint's lower lip before capturing his mouth in a greedy kiss, the taste of his come heavy between them.

Pulling back slightly, Loki nipped at Clint's jaw line, murmuring softly, "How lovely you are when you break, my Hawk."

"You can thank Thor for that," Clint ground out, his voice roughened by his cries.

"And I shall," Loki breathed. "Once he's fully finished with you."

Clint groaned, bowing his head as the blonde god slowly withdrew from him, pausing to give one teasing thrust before pulling free. And then Clint found himself being lifted and turned, manhandled into straddling Loki's upper thighs, reclining against the dark god's chest. His head fell back, resting on Loki's shoulder as Thor moved between his splayed legs, and Clint gave a surprised gasp as the Thunderer leaned in and lapped at the crown of his cock.

Clint's hips stuttered, thrusting unbidden as Thor swallowed him down, thoroughly cleaning every last drop of his release away. The archer's hands dropped to twine through golden hair, holding Thor tight as the god worked, moaning brokenly at the heat of the god's mouth. When he pulled back, wiping the back of one hand across his lips, Clint whimpered at the loss.

"Fear not," Thor murmured as he pressed forward, teasing his cock over Clint's entrance. "I am not done with you as of yet, Hawk."

Loki's hands curled around Clint's knees, spreading them further apart, and the mortal rolled his hips down, taking Thor deep. The blonde god growled, eyes flashing as he rutted forward, sinking the last few inches into Clint's tight heat.

Clint gasped and wriggled slightly, feeling the hard press of Loki's cock against his lower back even as Thor snapped his hips, filling him again and again. The friction between his thighs paired with the small noises of lust being voiced by both gods was overwhelming, and before long the coil of tension in his belly was, once again, close to snapping. Thor's breathing had gone ragged, his motions more erratic as he moved closer to his release, and Loki was steadily grinding against him, seeking his own end.

"You are nearly there, Clint," Loki murmured, swiping his tongue over the thundering pulse in his Hawk's throat. "Perhaps if you beg him, my brother will spill within you. That is what you have craved most, is it not? Having him come deep inside you? You desire that wash of heat as he fills you to overflowing."

"Yes," Clint groaned. "I want that."

"Then beg," Loki growled, nipping at the shell of Clint's ear. "You have never been shy in the asking. So beg for what you need."

Clint lifted his head from Loki's shoulder, spearing Thor with a lust filled gaze. He rocked his hips, meeting each jarring thrust, and slowly licked his lips before speaking.

"Please," he said in a low and earnest tone. "Please, god…fill me up, Thor? Just…use me."

Thor held Clint's steady stare, rutting deep even as his lip curled, teeth clenched tight. "Is that what you truly need, Hawk?" he rumbled.

"Yes," Clint whimpered. "Fuck me like I'm just a warm, wet hole to come in. Fuck me raw. Use me."

"Make him your whore, brother," Loki purred, his hands sliding from Clint's knees to circle around the archer's neglected arousal. "I wish to see him sob out his release while you spill deep within him."

"Then you shall have just that," Thor growled. "My release, and nothing more."

So saying, the Thunderer pulled back until just the head of his cock was caged within Clint's tight heat. He caught the mortal's eye as he licked the palm of his hand and gripped the shaft of his length, uttering a soft moan as he began to stroke.

Clint wriggled, trapped between Thor's electric glare and the heat pooling in his belly as Loki's slender hands squeezed and moved over his own aching flesh. Thor's breath hitched, and his fist moved faster as he neared the edge.

"Make him come, brother," Thor panted. "I wish to have him screaming as I brand him with my lust."

"Of course," Loki murmured, speeding his own motions.

Clint's back arched and he hissed out a strangled cry as the dark god gave a twisting stroke around the head of his cock, tipping the mortal over the edge and into bliss. He jerked helplessly in Loki's grip, painting his own belly in heated streaks of come, babbling out nonsense words interspersed with desperate pleas for Thor to 'come, oh please for fuck's sake COME inside me NOW!'

And finally, with a feral snarl, the blonde god did just that.

Thor's broad frame stiffened, lips skinned back from white teeth as his cock pulsed in his fist. Clint felt the wash of heat coat his inner walls, pooling before beginning to slowly drip from between his trembling thighs. Loki gave a rough grunt and a sharp tilt of his hips, grinding heavily against Clint's lower back as his own release took him, and Clint could feel the thunder of his heart under his back.

After a long moment, filled only with the sound of frantic breath slowly calming, Thor pulled free from Clint's body and leaned in to softly brush his lips over Loki's. "Thank you, brother," he murmured before claiming Clint's mouth as well.

"And thank you, Hawk," Thor continued as he lazily stroked his fingertips through the come streaking Clint's belly and lifted them to Loki's mouth.

The dark god daintily licked them clean and then grinned widely. "Never let it be said that I do not share what is mine."

Thor laughed before turning his gaze to Clint and asking, "And is your hunger now satisfied?"

"For now," Clint allowed. "Ask me again in a week, though."

"Greedy," Loki said fondly.

"Hey, there's worse things to be than greedy," Clint replied flippantly.

"True," Loki mused. "And I suppose one would have to be greedy in order to keep pace with the likes of us."

"Damn straight," Clint growled. "And now I need a bath, a beer…and a nap. In that exact order."

"I fear I have worn out your Hawk, brother," Thor chuckled.

"You have," Loki agreed. "But that is precisely what he needed. You have my thanks."

"And is that all I have," Thor asked softly, cocking his head to the side and spearing Loki with a bright gaze.

A smile tugged at the corner of Loki's mouth, and he murmured, "Nay. You also have a standing invitation to return whenever you like…and perhaps next time, I shall join you in breaking my Hawk."

"Fuck. Yes," Clint groaned.