Only Fools Love Monsters

"Morning," Loki grumbled, rubbing his eyes and yawning. He only bothered to open his eyes when he felt a familiar body crash into him at a surprising speed and velocity, "Yes, Anthony?" Loki asked, staring down at the grinning man clinging mercilessly to his chest.
"He's excited about the news today," Bruce clarified from his spot on the couch. He tossed Loki a newspaper, which he caught and opened only to find his own picture displayed on the cover.
He couldn't help but smile at the large photo of him holding up a laughing Tony, his own grin radiant as he laughed along with the team on stage. 'CROWD BAFFLED; LOKI PLEADS CASE' was printed boldly on the top. He skimmed it briefly, the only piece he truly cared about at the moment was a small synopsis at the end which explained the public's strong suspicion of his and Tony's relationship.
"You're Midgardian media is surprisingly efficient," Loki smiled as Tony pulled him into a crushing kiss.
"I am proud of you, brother," Thor smiled once the genius released Loki, "You have proven your mortality to the Midgardians. I believe you are on a steady track towards gaining their trust!"
"Thank you, Thor," Loki smiled, Tony still holding onto him, "For Odin's sakes, Tony are you going to let go?"
The genius looked up through his unkempt hair, a mischievous grin on his face, "I believe you owe me something."
Loki frowned thoughtfully, attempting to make sense of the man's words. Then he remembered the promise he had made before they had begun to prepare for the gathering and a blush erupted on his cheeks as he attempted to keep eye contact with the playboy, "Oh, right," he squeaked, all too aware of the eye-fucking stare of the man clinging to his chest.
"Later," Tony hissed in his ear, causing an unwelcome explosion of heat in the pit of his stomach. He nodded frantically, if only to get the man off of him before he went completely insane.
"Breakfast is ready," Steve's voice sung from the kitchen area.
"Smells great, Spangles" Tony grinned, releasing the god and walking away like nothing had happened.
"What's on the agenda today?" Clint asked, sitting down at the table and piling food onto his plate.
"I would like to spend time with Loki today, if he does so desire," Thor said almost sheepishly as he looked over at his brother.
"I think that a wondrous plan, Thor," Loki grinned, ignoring the soft touch of Tony's fingers on his leg under the table, "Of what activity would you like to divulge in?"
"Perhaps the viewing of Midgardian moving pictures," Thor suggested hopefully.
"I think that a sufficient pass time," Loki nodded, barring his teeth as Tony's fingers brushed over the area he was trying desperately to control.
"Glorious!" Thor grinned, "Allow me to finish my meal and we shall select what to watch," Thor was beyond excited; the idea of bonding with Loki was an unbelievable feat that he had thought never possible again.
"Anthony," Loki warned under his breath, color rising in his cheeks as the heat was growing under the man's teasing touch, "Anthony, I swear," he growled as Tony curled his fingers around the offending bulge.
"What are you gonna do about it?" Tony whispered with a grin plastered on his face. He loved watching the color rising on the god's cheeks, listening to his breath growing heavy and feeling the heat growing under his fingertips.
"I'm going to kill you," Loki growled, barring his teeth and glaring half-heartedly at the man. He became aware of the way the rest of the team had begun shooting them questioning glances, he had to calm himself or risk humiliation.
"Oh, I think not," Tony grinned, he was enjoying his game far more than he should and knew he should be more considerate, but he was Tony Stark and Tony Stark had been considerate for too long, "Try again," He smirked with an evil twist on his lips as he gripped the heated bulge he had been teasing so mercilessly.
"Oh fuck!" Loki groaned, color rising sharply in his cheeks, his voice husky and raw. Tony bit back a snicker as Loki's eyes widened. He let out a burst of laughter as Loki grabbed his wrist and stood up sharply, pulling him away from the table at an impressive speed.
"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you…" Loki repeated over and over again as he threw open the door to his room and shoved Tony down onto the neatly made bed.
"This doesn't feel like killing to me," Tony grinned as Loki straddled his hips and crashed their lips together feverishly.
"Just wait," Loki growled into Tony's ear, nipping at the lobe of the reddening skin. He continued to nip down the playboy's neck, leaving claiming marks on the sensitive skin.
"If this is dying, I might not mind it as much," Tony moaned, smirk on his lips faltering into a slack-jawed expression as his shirt was pulled roughly over his head and perfect teeth scrapped over the tender pink skin on his chest, "Oh, damn Loki," Tony groaned as teeth were replaced with lips and tongue as the god sucked and licked teasingly at the quickly bruising skin.
He barred his teeth as Loki's mouth ghosted down the expanse of toned skin to his naval, licking and kissing at the overly sensitive skin. His breath hitched as he felt cold, nimble fingers expertly unclasping his trousers and pulling the dark fabric off with a twitch of his wrist. Tony's mind was quickly morphing into white-hot pleasure as Loki's teeth raked horribly softly over the painfully hard organ restrained only by the thin fabric of his boxers. Somewhere, where Tony's brain was still even slightly functioning, he thanked the however many thousands of years the god had been given to perfect the show Tony was currently being treated to. "I love you, I love you so much," Tony gasped as Loki's fingers traced the thin barrier of fabric that remained.
Loki faltered, the words throwing off his carefully crafted demonstration.
Never in Loki's life had anyone said those words to him during this situation, or at all for that matter. Of course, if anyone had, it wouldn't have meant anything.
The breath in his throat caught, brain function ceasing and heart skipped more beats then he cared to admit.
"You okay?" Tony asked, his mind clearing slightly, noticing the shocked expression on his god's face.
"Y-yeah," Loki said, trying to straighten the thoughts scrambled in his mind, "You just surprised me."
Tony smiled down at the god and sat up, allowing his lips to flutter over Loki's in a chaste kiss, "I love you," he said into the god's ear.
"I love you too," Loki blushed, kissing Tony's cheek before pushing him roughly back onto the bed, "but, I'm still going to kill you, I will never live your little stunt down."
Tony winked at him as the god rested his fingertips on the genius' collar bones and trailed them down his chest until they rested on the border of the only remaining barrier between Loki and the white-hot heat Tony wanted release from so badly.
A mixture of a laugh and a groan fled his lungs as Loki ripped off the shorts, releasing the painful heat from its confines.
"Tell me what you want, Anthony," Loki ordered, his voice husky.
Tony shook his head, desperate to cling to his remaining pride.
"Tell me, Anthony," Loki growled, trailing his fingers teasingly over the base of the pulsing organ. Tony let out a whimper at the cold touch.
"Now, Stark," Loki said, allowing his fingers to trace light lines up and down the twitching member.
Tony let out a horribly feminine whimper, resolve dissolving with every teasing touch.
"Tell me, please," Loki gave the quivering man a teasingly sweet smile before drawing his tongue lazily over the leaking tip.
"Fuck, fine, fine," Tony moaned, waves of pleasure convulsing through his body, "Suck m-me," Tony groaned through clinched teeth as Loki's tongue continue to brush lightly over the source of his need.
"Say please," Loki hummed, enjoying himself.
"Please!" Tony moaned, trying vainly to suppress the scream building at the base of his lungs.
"Please what?" Loki grinned evilly, enjoying the painfully red blush rising on the genius' cheeks.
"Please, suck me, Loki," Tony groaned, his mind slipping along with the remainder of his resolve and pride.
Loki laughed, winking at the man, giving the tip one last fleeting lick.
"Fuck you," Tony muttered, humiliation and need mixing together strangely in his gut.
"That's the idea," Loki smirked before taking Tony into his mouth.
The man let out a strangled cry as the remainder of his sanity was burned away in the overwhelming heat. Never in Tony's life had he imagined being driven insane by the sight and feel of being deep-throated by another male, but he'd be damned if he said it wasn't beyond true. If a sane thought had remained inside Tony's head, he would've been ashamed of the fact that he went tumbling over the edge after only the third time he had felt himself hit the back of the god's throat, but the blinding pleasure erupting through the entirety of his body quenched any hopes of complete thoughts.
"Oh my god," Tony managed, watching Loki swallow every drop. He felt slightly light-headed as the god fixed him with a piercing green stare, licking any remaining fluids from his perfect lips.
"That is technically correct," Loki winked, a smirk on his face. Tony let out laugh, his breath still heavy. "I do believe I promised you something," Loki grinned as he expertly flipped the man over so Tony was straddling his waist, "Special treat, for saying please," Loki winked, pulling off his own shirt as Tony fumbled frantically with the button on the god's trousers.
Eventually, Loki was completely unclothed, impressive length standing before Tony promisingly.
"You're such a slut," Tony smirked, giving the organ an experimental pump. He grinned wider when a small moan escaped his god's lips.
"Only for you," Loki whimpered as Tony continued his rhythmic stroking, "Anthony, please," Loki was tired of protecting his pride, he was going mad and needed release.
"As you wish," Tony winked, lifting himself up onto his knees and positioning above the god, "Ready?" Tony asked, smiling as the god nodded frantically, "Good," he grinned as he lowered himself onto the god.
He groaned, pain and pleasure only adding to his rising adrenaline as the god squirmed under him. He allowed himself a few deep breaths once Loki was fully sheathed. The need was growing too hard to bear as Tony bounced experimentally, waves of pleasure forcing him to take desperate gulps of air. Soon, Loki matched Tony's rhythm with each buck of his hips.
Tony became painfully aware that he would last no longer as his body convulsed, but even as the sticky, white fluid was spilling onto the god's stomach, he continued his furious rhythm until the other man tumbled over the edge seconds later.
Their pace slowed as they finished, bodies twitching and convulsing sharply as they caught their breath. Eventually, Tony found the strength to raise himself off the god, feeling empty and collapsing unceremoniously at the god's heaving side.
"I think I like dying," Tony chuckled as he nuzzled into the nape on the god's neck.
"You are a fool," Loki laughed, kissing the genius's forehead and running his hands through the brown hair.
"Yes, yes I am," Tony smiled, kissing Loki's neck.

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