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Tony Stark ruled the world. Loki realized it early on in their little discussion at the man’s ridiculously egotistical tower. Stark may have been posturing about his new little team and how they were going to ‘take him down,’ but underneath there was a current of ‘mine, mine, mine, keep your hands off of my stuff,’ with just the slightest bit of ‘you could be my stuff’ thrown in under that.
Yes, Tony Stark ruled the world, and he’d conned them all into underestimating him. It was too late and still no one had realized what the man had done. The only reason he had joined Thor and his merry little band of friends was to protect his own interest.
And that was when Loki decided he would have Tony Stark. Judging from the look the man gave him just before Loki’s hand wrapped around his throat, Stark had the same idea.
He had other things to take care of, other plans to put into action, but the instant he escaped Loki found himself in that same room where he had faced his defeat staring at a Loki shaped crater. “Decided to keep that. Makes me smile when I see it,” Tony had gloated, popping open a bottle.
And that was how Loki found himself on his hands and knees inside that crater with Tony pressed against his back, thrusting into him. That jagged tile cut into his knees with each thrust, but the pain was so very wonderful. Tony’s ragged breathing was right next to his ear, a smile on his lips Loki could actually hear.
Calloused fingers wrapped around his throat, forcing his head back. Tony chuckled lightly as he thrust in slowly. “You were made for this.” Thrust. “To take a cock up your ass.” Thrust. “Beautiful, so beautiful.” Thrust. “I would keep you like this, naked and wanton.” Thrust. “Mine.”
“Careful, Stark, you overstep your place.” By the Nine those slow thrust were making it hard to think clearly. He needed Tony to fuck him, to really fuck him, to claim him and make him scream. He was sure the man was trying to drive him insane.
The fingers tightened, cutting off his air supply. “And you’re still so haughty with my dick up your ass.” Laughter, dark and dangerous, reminding him that this was the man who took what he wanted, and right now he wanted Loki. Right now, Loki was his. “You are mine.”
“Only as much as you are mine in return,” Loki choked out.
Tony laughed again, the fingers disappearing from Loki’s throat, traveling down his sides to rest at his hips. “Oh goodie, I do so hate it when my toys break.” His next thrust was hard and fast. Loki screamed at the unexpected sensation, throwing his head back. Tony eagerly attacked the offered skin of Loki’s neck with his lips and teeth, marking him.
Just as suddenly as he had picked up the pace Tony pulled out. Loki moaned pitifully at the loss, but he did not have much time to think on it. Tony flipped him over, pressing him into the crater, the jagged edges digging into Loki’s back. Tony lifted one of Loki’s legs over his shoulder and guided himself back into the god’s tight ass. He stayed there, balls deep and not moving. Oh yes, Loki was sure Tony’s goal was to drive him insane.
“Move,” Loki ordered, his toes curling at Tony’s expert touches explored his skin.
“Patience is a virtue,” Tony quoted at him, leaning down to press his lips against Loki’s chest.
“One neither of us possesses,” Loki shot back. The next sound that escaped him was a hiss as Tony’s teeth bit his skin, the man’s smile leaving its mark. Loki entwined fingers in Tony’s hair, pulling harshly, but it did nothing to deter Tony from his task. He moved across Loki’s chest with efficiency before pulling back to admire his handiwork. Painted in bite marks across pale skin was the word, “Tony’s.” Already the T was fading under Loki’s advanced healing abilities, but Tony still had time to admire it.
When the T had fully faded Tony leaned forward to place a harsh kiss against Loki’s lips. “I have you now.”
“Yes,” Loki whispered back, rolling his hips in a silent plea for Tony to move, “but how long can you hold on?”
Tony pulled back and thrust back in, hard and fast, hitting that hidden place within Loki, causing the god to scream his name. “I do love a challenge.” He continued to attack (and that was really the only word for it) Loki’s prostate until the god shuddered underneath him. “Come,” Tony ordered. Loki found he did not so much mind taking such an order from a mortal as the next moment he was coming, hot ropes of come painting their stomachs without Tony having even touched his cock. Above him Tony moaned before losing himself within the tight feeling of the god.
Loki lost track of how long they lay there, Tony still on top of him, the stone against his back now vastly unpleasant as there was nothing to distract him. “I do hope you are good for more than the one round,” Loki mused in that sinful voice, the one that made Tony shiver in desire.
Tony suddenly found himself pressed into the crater, the same position Loki had just been in. Loki leaned down to say in his ear, “I did I say I was yours only so much as you were mine.” He pressed a finger, magically coated in oil, against Tony’s entrance, enjoying the pleasure and anger that flashed through the man’s eyes. “And now,” he whispered in a brief kiss to the man’s lips, “I will make you mine.”