True Nature

Anxiety sits heavy, but forgotten, in the pit of Loki's stomach, they’ve yet to leave the main living room and at any moment someone could walk in to find the exhibition before them. He’s sat back on his haunches; thighs straining and knees beginning to ache against the old wooden floor of his chambers. Long strands of dark hair fall over his face, head bowed in submission to the Alpha stalking around him — his Alpha. His Alpha, screams his mind and body.

With his head held high, smug, Tony stalks his Omega, leaving teasing touches against burning skin as he rounds him. From above he marvels at the beauty of the God’s face — he’s hardly surprised, they’re all beautiful in their own right — Loki, though, is above all else, all pale skin and sharp angles, like nothing he’s seen on Earth or Asgard. His fingers dip as they as they walk over his high cheekbones when he passes, gliding over the softness. He casts his eyes down, staring; smile widening, teeth showing when witness to Loki's staggered and broken breathe.

“I liked that little performance of yours,” Tony purrs in Loki's right ear, his voice echoing as his body bends and disappears out of sight behind him. “You really fooled that poor girl, letting her think you’re the one in charge. But look at you on your knees for me, we know that’s not true, don’t we?”

He kneels behind Loki, hands roaming over the God’s chest, hips rutting against his leather-clad backside. Loki's head lulls backwards onto Tony's shoulder, hands reaching behind to grip onto his thighs pulling him closer. Tony bares his teeth, tongue massaging over Loki’s pulse before biting down, shivers ripping intensely through him. The Omega’s hands grip onto Tony's wrists, body only held in place by the Alpha’s strong hold.

“I should take you right here, hard and fast on this floor like never before so when you parade around the palace, you'll feel me. Every inch of you will ache of me,” he growls, hand winding into Loki's thick hair, tugging his head backwards at a sharper angle.

Loki's breath hitches sharply, mild panic beginning to rise. His hand joins Tony's in his hair, “Not like that, please.”

Tony stops. His hand immediately softens and straightens Loki's neck, turning him around in his arms till they're face to face. He can see the hesitation in Loki's eyes; he wants something but something else is holding him back. He brings his hand up and cups Loki cheek; the Omega grips his wrist and nuzzles the palm of his hand. "Tell me what you want. Lead me.”

Loki pauses, thinking, deciding, before shuffling on his knees closer to Tony. He stops when their chests touch. Hesitant fingers mimic Tony’s — though gently — winding into his short, black hair to tilt his head backwards. Experimentally he traces a light pattern of kisses up Tony’s neck, meandering over his Adam’s apple, settling at his chin. He can see those brown eyes straining to look down, watching him meticulously.

“Close your eyes,” he whispers, and Tony complies.

With his fingers still locked in Tony’s hair, Loki straightens his head, and releases his hold, hands finally resting on his chest. Mesmerised by the peacefulness of his relaxed faced, Loki almost falls to him, eyes slipping closed as his lips unite with Tony’s. Lips brush lightly but sensuously; synchronously tongues massage with no hint of dominance, an equal ground found between the caverns of their mouths.

Becoming bolder, Loki pushes his weight forward onto Tony. It's awkward manoeuvring his legs and feet from underneath him — one hand behind on the floor for balance, the other finding purchase on Loki's arse — but the God pushes forward and finally Tony is on his back, Loki's legs straddling his hips. Loki spreads his body along Tony, forearms resting on the floor and fingertips playing with his hair again. Their lips quickly resume full pace, Loki's hips slowly beginning to roll, gasping to the air at the friction. With Loki firmly distracted, no longer focused on kissing, only the friction between their crotches, Tony takes advantage of his free mouth to do some much needed talking.

"Loki, Hon," he starts to gain some semblance of attention and Loki's wild eyes stare annoyed at the interruption, "We take this as far and as wide as you want, okay? That shit I pulled earlier was a dick move. However you want, like this or with me in control, whatever; I won’t force you into anything. I don't want to be one of those Alpha's."

"You're not one of those Alpha's, Anthony," Loki smiles down at him, "You're my Alpha.” His hips still and he pecks at his lips again, “Now I demand you take me to bed."

Tony growls, getting a kick out of his Omega’s order as he watches Loki sit back against his raised thighs. A green shimmer sparks at the trickster’s fingertips, and he winks, “Let me speed this up.”

A moment later they are still in the same position, Loki's incredulous face staring at his hands. He summons his seidr once again, forming the simple conveyance spell in his mind. He feels the familiar bubble of energy under his skin, and in a flash of green light he feels successful… except from the same hard wood floor as before under his back and the sudden weight of Tony on his hips. Loki head drops back with an audible thunk and Tony can see the frustration etching into the frown lines around his eyes. Before it has a chance to kill the mood any further Tony leans down to kiss the God deeply, then he leaps up to sweep him off his feet. With Loki now smiling again cradled in his arms, Tony marches them through into what he believes is Loki's bed chambers — the servant left this door open in her haste whenleaving.

Loki's breath catches in his throat when he sees his chambers bathed in the low candlelight, and to be carried across the threshold by his new mate makes him want to cry. It feels like an entire lifetime has passed since the last time he spent a night here and so much has changed since. Being laid gently on the bed finally makes him feel good about being here. Not home — his childhood home only — because this isn’t home anymore. Home is on Midgard, in Stark Tower, with Tony.

He sinks into the soft linen and his face nuzzles into the softer furs. From the incident with the seidr to the ambience of the new room, the pace has suddenly fallen from humping like horny teenagers to the slow, romance their pervious heat-charged couplings have lacked.

The God’s knees fall apart and Tony shuffles between them, fingers sweeping the leather-clad legs. Gripping tightly onto the front of Tony's shirt, Loki undulates his body, grinding his hips up, short breaths panting hotly against the others face. Tony rakes his fingers nails down Loki's arched back, wishing to feel those rippling muscles under his touch but is restricted by all that leather.

"I love you in these clothes, Hon, but how about we get rid of them, yeah?" He says, pushing his fingers under the layers of clothes, just barely touching skin, and Loki breathes his consent.

With the practice from their first coupling, Tony easily finds all the belts and loops and ties to rid Loki of his Asgardian garb. The raven-haired drops his head back, lulling around his shoulders as Tony pushes up his linen tunic, peppering his stomach with light, teasing kisses. Loki sits up as Tony removes his tunic completely, and Tony follows by removing his own. Pale hands dance over sun-kissed skin, admiring the tightness of the stomach muscles under his fingers. A gentle blush stains his cheeks with a light pink glow, marvelling how the man above him is all his.

Tony’s eyes rake every curve and fraction of porcelain torso; strong shoulders, gentle dips along his abdomen, smooth expanse of flawless skin. He drags his fingers down, grazing his chest with his blunt nails, not leaving an inch untouched; a tingling sensation sparks along the length of the God’s arched spine. Tony flutters soft kisses from behind his ear to the base of his neck, nipping and licking at the sensitive skin. A long, low sigh leaves Loki’s lips, as Tony sucks on his collarbone surely leaving his mark.

Tony moves to rid Loki of his boots, undoing the buckles and sliding them off; he places a simple kiss to the arch of the newly exposed feet. Next he focuses on his favourite part of Loki’s attire, his deliciously tight leather leggings. Looking up with a smirk, Tony unlaces the front and lifts Loki’s hips to drag his leggings over the pert globes of his arse and off his ridiculously long legs. With all his clothes finally gone, Tony returns to lavishing his stomach in affection without the fabric barriers.

Loki feels utterly and overly exposed lying completely naked, whilst Tony still has his jeans on; he summons his seidr and removes the rest of Tony’s clothes, leaving them both in the same naked state. Tony blinks once, twice, before staring up with glinting eyes to meet the grin on Loki’s face. His fists clench into the bed furs, quiet gasps escaping Loki’s lips as Tony presses sweet kisses to the inside of his thighs. The familiar scorching warmth continues to engulf Loki’s entire body, jolts of pleasure like bursts of electricity, flare from each touch of Tony’s fingers and lips. Tony travels past the aching need between Loki’s legs to leave more lingering kisses on both hipbones. The engineer’s calloused fingers dip in between Loki’s legs and press against his puckered hole.

“Wait,” he breathes flustered, body tensing as his hand grips Tony’s wrist,"Not, not inside me."

There's something unspoken between them and Tony’s face softens from raw lust to something kinder, more understanding, "Tell me what you need."

"Anything, but that," Loki mumbles, his chest heaving, overwhelmed and unable to express himself coherently.

“Okay, Baby. It’s okay. Everything is alright,” Tony murmurs, punctuating himself is kisses to Loki’s lips, “Let me take care of you.”

Tony is good with quick thinking and improvising for lovers. Through his experience he’s found Beta’s are pretty much up for anything, Omega’s are a little more reserved, knowing what they don’t want, but unsure of exactly what it is they do want. In either case, he’s never cared quite so much about their wellbeing, their wants and needs, as he does Loki’s. But he supposes that comes with the territory of being mated.

“Love, I need lubrication, oil, something,” He groans into Loki’s neck, their cocks moving against each other as Loki hooks his leg over Tony’s hip, pulling him close. His hands shake as he conjures a large vial of almond scented oil, his favourite from his adolescence. A puff of green showers the bedside table and Tony reaches over for the glass. His breath stutters as he finalises his plan, Loki grinding relentlessly against him and tiny whimpers drifting to his ears.

“Stop, Hon, just for a second,” The friction on his cock yields, but he has to bite his lip when he sees Loki’s wide eyes staring up at him. “Just a second, I promise, but you have to promise to tell me if you want to stop. We can try something else, okay?”

Those big, green eyes lock with his, and Loki’s nods his affirmative. Tony grins and opens the bottle in his hands, humming when the scent hits his nostrils. Intrigued, Loki watches the fingers dipping into the oil, what was the so-called genius — he will be the judge of that after — planning?

“Spread your legs,” Tony gently commands, Loki responding by unwrapping his leg from his waist and opening them wider, albeit tentatively. Tony can see the confusion and kisses his assurance to his cheek. “Good, Baby, good. I promise I won’t penetrate unless you want me to.”

He automatically feels Loki relax under him, head tilting back, lips parting, “Pleease, Anthony, more.”

Tony uses the oil to slick between the top of Loki’s thighs, focusing in particular on his perineum. He pushes gently into that sensitive spot and Loki gasps, hips thrusting up sharply. Tony kisses the band of skin below his navel, massaging the oil between his buttocks and caressing his balls. He uses more oil to play with the area below his scrotum, so rich in nerve endings Loki is half-mad with pleasure by the time Tony attaches himself to his nipple. He fingers Tony hair with both hands, pulling his head as close as physically possible to his chest. His mouth hangs open, panting whines and cries, his mate’s name tumbling carelessly off his tongue.

Finished overwhelming both nipples with attention, Tony pulls himself away from Loki with a final rub of his perineum. He teases Loki’s straining cock, thumb and index finger closing the base, slowly stroking up and down, torturous. Tony feels himself drooling over the throbbing, red member in his hold, his voice is thick, swallowing around his words, “Sweet, for this to work, you need to keep your thighs together, do you want to be on your front or back?”

It took his hazy mind longer than he’s proud to understand Tony’s plan, but he finally gets it. “My back, my back,” He bites his lip coyly, eyes sparkling up, “I want to see your face as you cover my legs with your come.”

A low growl rumbles deep from within Tony, his jaw clenching and eyes squeezing shut. He releases the cock in his hand and takes three deep breathes to regain a semblance of control. It takes his entire self-control to stop himself ravishing Loki in a way he’ll regret when his mate never speaks to him again.

Loki takes full advantage of Tony’s closed eyes and distracted mind, contorting his torso to reach the oil on the bedside table. Coating his dexterous fingers, he focuses his attention on Tony’s neglected cock, yet to see any action as his bearer has so far focused purely on his partner’s enjoyment.

Tony’s eyes blow wide as a cool hand wraps around his dick unexpectedly. He grinds into the hold, just the right amount or pressure being applied. Forgetting himself briefly, he bears his teeth, biting into the tight flesh on Loki’s shoulder. The God howls, lost in lust, his pace on Tony’s arousal picking up. Tony has to stop himself from mercilessly fucking Loki’s hand, otherwise his work preparing him would be for nothing.

“Lo’, stop, otherwise this is going to be over far sooner than either of us want,” Tony takes Loki’s busy hand and entwines their fingers, kissing their knuckles gently, “Close your legs for me… That’s it, Love, good.”

Loki does as he’s told and he blushes deeply under the constant praise. His chest is a warm pink, his cheeks even darker. Sweat glistens his skin, his scent thick in the air rising from his body. He groans, feeling the wetness between his legs as he closes them.

Tony grabs a pillow from the side of Loki, one his head isn't comfortable on, and wriggles it under his lower back. Loki arches around the pillow, creating the perfect passage for Tony. The weight of the Alpha straddling his thighs is welcome; soft whimpers part from his lips as Tony deliberately runs the tip of his cock against his, making sure it rests on his stomach out of the way. He sucks in a breath as Tony pushes into the tight heat between the very tops of his legs.

It takes Tony a few thrusts to get his angle right, to slide easily and fluently, but he gets there. Whether he realises or not, Loki’s muscles contract and squeeze together, tightening the passage even further, shocking Tony breathless as the pleasure is wrung from his cock. Loki’s head is thrown back, pupils dilated and his nails clawing at Tony’s back. Tony thrusts in earnest, stimulating all the right bits, driving Loki slowly mad with desire. In and out, in and out, Loki cries as Tony slides against his raphe, rubbing along that centre seam of his balls, them twitching up at the sensation. As Tony continues, the oil begins to dry and the friction is indescribable, the sensation heightening beyond what Loki could ever have dreamed.

“Anthony, oh, kiss me, uh, kiss me, please, Tony!” Loki begs, arching, clinging to the body causing his stomach to knot, the heat of his arousal simmering under the surface, impatiently waiting to burst.

Tony mouths at Loki’s neck, working up to his chin and finally his lips where he’s most desperate. Loki playfully nips at the softness dancing with his lips, a particularly strong thrust against his heavy sack, causes him to bite down, accidentally drawing blood from Tony. The metallic taste flooding their mouths overthrows their senses, Tony fucks harder, taking him deeper and deeper. Loki can do nothing more than hold on for dear life as he gets lost in the multiple sensations overwhelming his system.

The heat radiating from Loki’s skin and the tightness of the muscles around him pushes Tony closer and closer to the edge. He lifts his torso up, creating more space around Loki’s pulsing erection, but to keep his perfect angle, he can’t free a hand. “Baby, touch yourself for me,” he pants, hot and wet against Loki’s jaw.

Loki feels the urgency in Tony’s movements, he knows he won’t last much longer.His hand slides down his chest, brushing his nipples and whimpering, gritting his teeth and groaning as he fists his cock. He tugs fast and relentless on his aching member, the remaining oil and pre-come easing the way some, but the friction is still tormenting. His arm and wrist burn, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes, “I’m close!”

“Let go, Loki. Come for me,” Tony drops forward, losing control through his ever increasing pace, crushing Loki’s hand between their bodies.

Loki pulls his hand away and wraps both arms around the other’s neck, giving him purchase to thrust up to meet Tony’s hips. He is teetering so close to the edge, the friction between his cock and Tony’s abdomen is enough. The coil in his belly unravels and he lets the white heat of his climax wash over him. His come paints their stomachs up to their chests. He rides his orgasmic high, squeezing his legs even tighter urging Tony along and through to completion. Tony follows and comes with a shout, a stream of curses and his mate’s name escaping his lips. His seed coats Loki’s thighs, a hot mess between them as every last drop is milked from his sensitive cock.

They collapse in a tangle of soft limbs and wet skin, melting into each other and the furs under them. Loki pulls the pillow out from under him and lets it fall to the floor bedside the bed. Tony is limp against him; his fingers wind into the short dark hair, hugging his head to his chest. Loki dips forward to press a simple kiss to Tony’s temple. He receives a hum of contentment in return.

“Thank you,” he whispers, hugging Tony closer until it is physically impossible to get any closer, “Anthony, I think I may be falling in love with you.”

His heart flutters when he feels Tony smile against his chest, it almost jumps from his ribcage when he replies, “I think I may be falling in love with you too.”

Loki cups the back of Tony’s head and tilts him backwards to look him in the eyes. He sees the light and love in his gaze, and presses a tender kiss to his red, swollen lips. Their lips move sensuously together, lazy and slow.

“Shall we clean up?” Tony asks, motioning to the spend drying on their chests.

“No…” Loki says, “I want to feel you, I want to wake up and remember exactly how l feel right in this moment.”

“And how do you feel?”

“Happy.”

Tony grins and can’t stop kissing him; his chest, his neck, his face, all the skin he can reach. Loki shimmies down the bed so Tony has better leverage for more kisses. Tony can’t help himself, the way Loki’s face scrunches when he smiles, the short puffs of breath when he laughs as Tony’s beard tickles his skin. Carefree and weightless in his post-coital blur.

He can’t stop the yawn escaping his lips, and Tony places one last kiss to Loki’s nose before pulling back, “Bedtime I think.”

Loki hums his agreement, burying his face into Tony’s neck. Tony holds him close and finds a loose fur to pull it around their bodies, “Goodnight, Hon.”

“Tony?” Loki mumbles sleepily.

“Mmm?”

“I can get pregnantduring my next heat,” his voice trails off, his breath quietly evening out into soft snores, exhaustion taking over.

Tony is left staring wide-eyed at the ceiling, shock settling in his stomach as he mulls over the new information that will no doubt keep him awake for hours to come.

Notes

No real excuses. Uni is worse than I ever imagined for starters. Also I have a ridiculously hard time writing smut and this chapter was planned to be exactly that: pure smut. I got there eventually… 3500 words of porn.
If you are still willing to read after the horrendous wait, I salute you and admire you and your patience.
I apologise if there are any mistakes, but it is late and I've been staring at this chapter for months...
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I feel that I've taken Loki too far out of character, but I just wanted to make him vulnerable and for him to completely surrender to his Alpha...
So meh, I ran with it and hoped it worked. Writing smut makes me nervous.
p.s. I love getting comments asking me to update, and I know I'm horrendous at it, but things have been really shit at Uni and when it gets tough I like to sit back and read whats already written than struggle to write something that I'm uninspired for.
So I apologise profusely again, and hope it won't be as long for the next chapter (I actually have a plan to follow now...)