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Tony’s no stranger to evil.
He’s had plenty of girlfriends who’d turned out to be evil. Sunset, Kathy, Rumiko. Well, Rumiko had been pretty sweet, right up until she cheated on him.
And then there was Pepper - Pepper who had broken a heart that he hadn’t been sure existed anymore.
But that’s not the point.
The point is, he’s not a stranger to dating women who turn out to be evil. The only trouble is, with Loki, he knows that Loki is evil from the start. Also, they aren’t really dating. Also, Loki isn’t a woman... usually.
And Tony has no problem with meaningless one night flings, with men or women, good or evil. One night, take care of business, and then, the next morning, business as usual. Except that it isn’t a one night fling because one night flings last, by definition, one night, and this is the third night that Loki’s been here.
And by here, Tony means pinned to the bed, under him, naked, sweaty and fucking gorgeous, all strung out. They haven’t visited the same place twice, but it’s okay, because Loki’s taste in accommodations mirrors Tony’s. He’s a megalomaniacal alien god with good taste, and Tony can respect that. He can also respect the way Loki’s legs wrap around him and pull him down and *in* whenever Tony pauses because he isn’t sure if he really should be doing this or not.
“Faster, harder,” Loki demands, but his demands are weak, devoid of any real force, lacking the calm, cold power that he normally displays. His voice is breathy, lips red and swollen from kisses, red and purple bruises dotting his neck like a choker. Tony’s really proud of those, and proud of the way that Loki’s cock is barely twitching, trying to rise, to get hard again, but after four (or was it five? Tony’s lost count) orgasms, apparently even gods have trouble getting it up.
Loki is making a valiant effort, though, arching and writhing under him, but Tony just keeps moving slow, dragging his cock out of Loki’s ass and sliding back in, all nice and slow, like it doesn’t even fucking matter. And because he’s good at lying, and even better at sex, Tony keeps himself under control, face and body, nothing betraying how badly he just wants to grab Loki’s hips and fuck him into the bed.
At least, he’s pretty sure he’s in control, and even if he isn’t, Loki’s too far gone to notice. Even the legs (long, slender, gorgeous legs) wrapped around him have lost some of their strength. They’re still strong, but... well... that’s not the point. The point is that Tony has been dragging this out for awhile, and he wants to come, he’s ready to come, so he does what he wants.
He grabs Loki’s hips with a firm, tight grip and angles him up a little. Loki’s ass is up off the bed now, and god that’s as gorgeous as his legs - maybe even moreso. With a deep, needy moan that comes from somewhere visceral, Tony slams into that willing ass, slams in hard, not worrying about anything but his own pleasure, because, hey, Loki is four (maybe five) orgasms in and now it’s Tony’s turn.
Tony pushes, drives in over and over until he’s just pushing in without any out, steady, pounding against Loki’s ass. He’s close, so close. He feels the tightening in his gut, the way everything pulls up and up just before letting go.
His cock pulses, his mind goes blank and Tony collapses.
When he comes to, groggy, not sure if he passed out or fell asleep, Loki’s not in bed anymore, which is a damn shame. Tony figures he’s already left and is prepared to blow off whatever meeting he’s supposed to go to in the morning and just curl up and sleep off the most amazing sex he’s had... maybe ever, not that he would tell Pepper that. Or maybe he would, just to get her jealous.
On second thought, no, she’d probably kill him.
Sleep and self destructive thoughts both are cut off by a loud, deliberate cough and a sneer that Tony swears he can hear. He just turns on the charm, though, and smiles up at Loki, as impeccably dressed as he had been when they teleported into this room.
“Morning, Sunshine,” Tony greets with a grin. It doesn’t matter if it’s morning or not, and Tony really likes the look of distaste on Loki’s face, like he doesn’t know if he should be offended or not.
“It is hardly morning, and I am *not* the shining light of the sun.” The response sounds almost like Thor, so it has to be intentional. Loki usually fits in better than that. Tony waits for him to say something else, and he isn’t disappointed.
“Do all mortals rut so?” he asks, no demands. “With the primal need to mark and claim?”
Oh, so that’s what this is about, Tony realizes. Loki’s upset about a few bruises. Tony chuckles.
It’s the wrong thing to do.
“You are hardly better than an animal,” Loki sneers, and Tony sees the flash of wounded pride in Loki’s eyes. He knows that look well - he’s seen it in the mirror more than once. He feels a little bad, just a little, for upsetting Loki. (Really, it’s just a few bruises, though, and he’s a god for crying out loud. They’ll probably fade in, like, fifteen minutes.) Then he remembers that Loki is *evil* and he tells himself that he doesn’t feel bad about it anymore.
“Disgusting, pawing, vile creature.” Loki doesn’t scream. Doesn’t cry or shout like Tony’s ex-girlfriends. No, he hisses, words dripping like venom from his tongue. He doesn’t storm out and slam the door, either. He teleports, wordlessly, soundlessly, leaving Tony alone in the empty room.
Sighing, Tony sprawls out on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, wide awake now, and no chance of getting back to sleep any time soon.
He wonders how the hell he’s gotten himself into this mess. And how the hell he’s going to get himself out of it.
And if he really does want out of it.