The Spider and the Fly Part Six (Finish)
For Hella. :-)
Warning: Tony Stark, Loki Laufeyson, and pretty much the entire cast of this story is absolutely not mine. They all belong to Marvel and the respected people involved therein.
Rating: This story Tony Stark/Loki Laufeyson and is rated NC-17. If you are a minor (whatever that means for your location), DO NOT READ IT. If you do not like slash fiction, DO NOT READ IT. Consider yourself warned. If you proceed past the break, it is off my hands.
In addition, the immensely talented Erebus Odora made my day by drawing some Tony/Loki yesterday. She has given me permission to include it in my story. Take a look at this sexy thing HERE and give her some love.
Tony gulped down the last of his own drink and snagged the bottle of scotch. He rose away from the table. “‘And now, dear little children, who may this story read,’” he started, staring off into the fire, “‘To idle, silly, flattering words, I pray you ne’er heed; / Until an evil counselor close heart, and ear, and eye, / And take a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the Fly.’”
Loki remained at the table, listening. He reached out and placed a finger on the head of the black king. With a gentle flick, he knocked it down. “I do believe you’re the one who extended the invitation,” he said, rising from his seat. He turned, empty glass in hand, and started walking toward Tony.
"Well, yes, but you’re the one doing the seducing."
Loki held out the glass and Tony refilled it. “It’s only a seduction if you’re actually swayed.” He looked down at Tony. “Am I seducing you, Stark?”
Tony drank straight from the bottle and shrugged. “Swayed? Eh.”
"How about persuaded?" Loki murmured. "Enticed? Lead astray?"
Man or no, villain or not, Tony’s hands itched to touch him. “Getting closer.”
Loki smirked. “Corrupted?” he purred.
He dropped the bottle. “That works.” He grabbed the lapels of Loki’s coat and pulled him down to his level, silencing that silver-tongued mouth with his own. Loki didn’t resist, matching his actions with as much enthusiasm as Tony. He parted his lips and licked at Tony’s, entreating his tongue to come and play. It was dizzying and holy shit but a thousand years of practice definitely counted for something. He pushed at the heavy leather coat, sliding it off of Loki’s shoulder, but it caught on the vambraces at his wrists. Loki made a small sound of protest, pulling at his arms, but Tony kind of liked him like that: bound and helpless, or at least more helpless. He grabbed the tunic next and started pulling the Asgardian toward his bedroom, his mouth glued to the other man’s.
Loki stumbled along, almost laughing in delight by how eager the human was. He teased Tony, stroking his tongue encouragingly against his and using his teeth to gently tease. Once in the bedroom, Tony pushed him down onto the bed first, making Loki sit on the coat to trap his arms down.
"Maybe that will keep you out of trouble," he panted, leaning in to lick at that long, white neck.
"Very unlikely," Loki replied, his eyes falling closed at the path of the warm tongue. It felt so very good against his cool skin. "How do you plan to strip the rest of it off?"
Tony hesitated around Loki’s jaw line. “Damn it.”
Loki laughed. He sounded like he was genuinely enjoying himself. “Would you like me to help you?” His sharp teeth nipped at Tony’s ear. When Tony released a shuddering breath, he used his tongue to guide the lobe into his mouth, slowly sucking on it.
"And how are you going to do that?" he asked, only half paying attention to the conversation. His breath caught as Loki’s teeth scored his lobe again. His hips jerked in pleasure, pressing his aching erection against Loki’s own bulge.
Loki’s tongue dipped into Tony’s ear. “Magic,” he whispered. The coat faded out like a dispersing shadow and Loki reached up, his hands sliding over the back of Tony’s thighs.
"You can do that with everything?"
"Do the boots. Leave the rest until I say otherwise." Before Loki could question the orders, Tony leaned in and set his own teeth to Loki’s neck.
Loki moaned in surprise and obeyed, the boots fading away as his hands grasped Tony’s hips. He had to remind himself not to squeeze too hard and slid his hands up under the t-shirt. Tony’s skin jumped at the cool caress, but the man didn’t stop his relentless attack on Loki’s throat. His own hands went down the tunic and started to undo the buttons. After a moment, he had to look down.
"That is a ridiculous amount of buttons. Get rid of the tunic, please." He dipped his tongue into the hollow of Loki’s throat. It amazed him how fresh cool his skin tasted. Not to sound like a bad country song, but he really was like a cool drink of water with just enough salt and musk to know that he was as much flesh and blood as Tony.
"Mortals," Loki murmured. "So impatient." The tunic, however, did fade away. It was like his clothing was made of shadows and Tony was shining a light on him to peel back layer after layer to find out what was underneath.
"Impatient is telling to you get rid of the shirt," he murmured, glancing at the golden band briefly before tasting his collar bone along the edge of a silk shirt that disappeared right before his eyes. Tony blinked. That was a lot of white skin covering a surprisingly lean and gorgeous torso. "That wasn’t actually a suggestion."
"No?" Loki’s hands cupped the swell of Tony’s ass, squeezing carefully before skating back down over his legs again, learning every curve with his fingertips. "My mistake."
The black leather pants were a stark contrast to the paleness of Loki’s skin. It was exciting to see the material bulging and knowing that he had inspired this in such a cool, collected man. “That looks uncomfortable,” he murmured. He met Loki’s eyes then slid down off the edge of the bed, taking the fastenings of the pants in his hands.
Loki’s face was flushed, but there was something guarded about his gaze as he let Tony study the fastenings and start to undo them. “Have you ever done this before?”
Questions like that were going to seriously harsh on his mellow. He pulled the edges of the leather pants back, sliding them so that they were surrounding Loki’s hips rather than embracing them. He looked at the hard cock he’d revealed, then moved back onto the bed, pushing Loki to lay on his back. Watching the trickster’s face, Tony reached down between them and wrapped his hand around the hard flesh.
The color in Loki’s cheeks deepened, the dark of his pupils close to swallowing the vibrant, nearly glowing green of his irises. Loki gasped as Tony’s hand stroked, fingertips exploring the hardness he held. Loki’s neck arched in pleasure, his hands going up to splay across Tony’s back.
"No," Tony replied, his own lust flaming even harder at Loki’s abandon. "But there’s a first time for everything. How am I doing so far?"
Loki’s eyes, which had been mere slits a moment ago, opened to focus on Tony. His hands drifted down, running along the curves of Tony’s back to his waist. Without looking, Loki popped the button of the jeans and lowered the zipper, sliding his hand inside. Tony’s own hand faltered as Loki grasped him.
"Jesus, your hands are cold," he gasped. He sounded as if he wasn’t sure he minded the contrast on his heated flesh.
"It’s part of my nature," Loki murmured as he started to map Tony’s cock much as he had the man’s legs. "You’ll get used to it."
If Loki’s tone was slightly bitter, Tony didn’t noticed. He just really couldn’t say enough at this point about Loki’s many, many years of practice. He didn’t know when the other guy had done this last, who with, and what sex he was at the time and, right then, he didn’t care. When Loki stopped to remove his jeans, Tony was only more than eager to help him. However, Tony caught Loki’s hands at the edge of his shirt, not letting the man pull it up.
Loki looked up at him carefully. “I know what it looks like,” he said, his tone a little soothing.
Tony suddenly wondered if this as all a ruse to get a better look at the reactor. He shook his head. “Not today.”
Loki’s eyes moved over his face, but he released the shirt and relaxed back against the bed, letting the decision be Tony’s. Tony was rather relieved, honestly, then distracted by the other cock he could feel against his inner thigh. The only thing he wore was his shirt. Loki had been stripped down to his pants, vambraces, and the ever-present band. He plucked at the necklace. “You ever take this off?”
"I can’t dispel the metal with that spell," he said, watching the human.
Tony took the edges of the band and pulled it up so that it laid across Loki’s throat. “It looks like a collar.”
Loki’s eyes glittered. “You want to collar me, Stark?” His fingertips began to trace up Tony’s thighs again, making him shiver.
"Ah, hell, we both talk too much." Tony leaned in and claimed Loki’s mouth again. A hand returned to his cock and made him groan, pressing into it. Tony braced himself on one arm while, with the other, he blindly searched for the drawer in his nightstand and the lubricant inside. Once he finally had it, he dropped it onto the bed and buried his hands into Loki’s black hair.
Tony wasn’t exactly inexperienced. In fact, he was probably just as much of a playboy as Loki seemed to be, although more limited due to his shorter lifespan. Still, the difference was obvious. Loki learned quickly just how to touch him and did things Tony couldn’t even pinpoint to drive him wild. Then he felt fingers slide against his anus and stiffened in surprise. Loki’s hand moved away from his cock to soothingly stroke his leg. “Relax” he murmured into Tony’s mouth. “Trust me with this.”
It was fortunate he’d specified because Tony had never thought he’d trust Loki with anything. He swallowed. It was only reasonable, right? Loki had more experience and was still actually mostly clothed from waist down. He started to close his eyes.
"No," Loki murmured. "Look at me."
Tony met Loki’s eyes, the joke about a pushy bottom dying on this tongue. He was sure Loki wasn’t using magic, but there was an almost hypnotic intensity to the man’s gaze, a power there that did ensnare him and hold him enraptured. He felt the fingers again, but he couldn’t look away.
"Are you using magic on me?"
Loki’s tongue licked at Tony’s lips. “No,” he murmured. When Loki broke their gaze, he kept command of the human’s attention with his lips and tongue. He certainly noticed what Loki was doing elsewhere, but it was more fun to focus on that clever mouth on his neck.
Loki moved, propping himself up on one hand to guide Tony’s hips. He nosed the delicate skin behind Tony’s jaw, drawing his tongue just under his ear as he urged Tony down. So far, his trust in Loki was proving to be well worth it, so he let himself be guided. It was not something he’d expected to experience, though, so he was surprised how it felt to have Loki’s slick cock slowly enter him. He panted, an irrational urge to giggle at the absurdity of the situation bubbling in his throat. He swallowed the impulse down, doing his best to breathe. He moved on his own experimentally, finding it actually quite interesting. The truly exciting part was the way Loki’s lashes fluttered at the movement, the man taking a deep breath. Tony steadied his movements, making it longer, and both of them gasped.
"I think I’ve got this," he said, moving again.
"Do you?" Loki sounded amused.
Tony grasped the band at the back of Loki’s neck, pulling it tight across his throat again and gather a good hunk of hair with it. He pulled Loki down with it, making the trickster move back onto his elbows. “Shut up.” He began moving in a steadier rhythm, one of Loki’s hands riding his hips. Tony kind of liked seeing the glittering metal up against Loki’s neck and leaned in, meeting the green, lidded gaze with his own as he kissed the Asgardian more gently than he had yet. It felt good, unbelievably so, and very intimate. He would never have imagined doing this… okay, maybe, but certainly not with Loki Laufeyson. It just seemed to work right.
As Tony because more used to it, the gentle intimacy changed. Loki touched him, his clever fingers guiding and caressing in ways that made his nerves sizzle. The kisses became more sloppy, more desperate, and certainly with more teeth. When Loki’s free hand finally found his cock, Tony nearly exploded right then and there. He closed his eyes, groaning, and felt Loki lay back, his second hand gliding under the shirt to tease a taut nipple before moving down to help keep Tony steady. Tony missed the presence of Loki’s cool body against his, but he wasn’t about to move, not with his orgasm so close he could nearly taste it. Sweat glided down the back of his neck to catch in the t-shirt and opened his eyes to see Loki’s reaction. The sorcerer’s own eyes burned green, definitely glowing as he watched. He felt Loki move his legs to brace his feet on the edge of the bed to add a bit more force to his own thrusts, the hand on his cock tightening ever so slightly. It shorted his brain and made him gasp. He groaned, the sound ending on a near growl as Loki guided him through his orgasm. As the last of it faded to pleasant aftershocks, he felt Loki’s grip tighten, holding him close. He had to grasp Loki’s shoulders to keep from falling at the taller man shifted, sitting up and sliding his long legs underneath himself to kneel.
Tony certainly got it. Loki had been careful to give Tony what he needed, and now his own needs had to be met. Loki’s forehead dropped to Tony’s shoulder as his own thrusts became more erratic. That, he wasn’t going to let the man get away with. Loki had watched him and now he wanted to see. Tony buried his hands into Loki’s hair and pulled his head back. Green eyes flashed but his face flushed darker. Did Loki actually like having his hair pulled? Tony tightened the band around his neck just enough to make sure Loki knew it was there, and tightened his grip on the black locks. Surprise flashed in Loki’s eyes, but he quickly gave into the delicious sensations. A moment later, his grip tightened painfully as he made an eerie, inhuman sound, somewhere between a keen and a groan. It was a surprising and rather arousing reminder that the sorcerer was a natural shapeshifter. The ecstatic abandonment was something to behold and absolutely intimate. He finally released Loki’s hair and the man dropped his forehead to Tony’s shoulder again, fingers spreading to release their bruising grip. Tony shifted, a bit uncomfortable still locked onto Loki’s lap but the other man released him when he squirmed. Tony carefully removed himself then flopped back onto the bed bonelessly.
"I don’t know about you, but I am beat," he murmured, the relaxation already dragging his body and mind down into sleep.
Loki looked back at him. He said nothing, an unreadable expression on his face. Tony was probably going to regret it, but he felt like cuddling and grabbed Loki’s arm, pulling him down. “Sneak out after I’m asleep,” he muttered, pulling the blankets up over them.
"Pepper is a bad influence on you," Loki replied, awkwardly putting his arms around Tony. Tony snorted and shrugged Loki off, spooning the super villain. Despite Loki’s height, it actually was pretty comfortable.
"Hell yeah, she is," he murmured, letting the boneless lethargy and the smell of sex, scotch, and Loki’s interesting scent drag him down.