Here it is, friends. The extra chapter. I didn't realize how complicated writing smut for two of the same people in different dimensions would be. I hope this comes across alright. Another regular update on Tuesday! (P.s. this has been very hastily beta'd by me and me alone, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes.) Enjoy xo

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Clint had to of heard wrong. Maybe this psychic link thing was breaking up. He swore he just heard Loki tell the other Clint that he wanted to hear him say that he wanted this.

Yeah, right.

"Not a chance," Clint gritted even as he felt the ghost of Loki's hand brush down his side, leaving fire in its wake.

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"He is refusing," Clint answered honestly. He could lie, tell Loki that the other guy was all for it, begging even, but Loki knew him better than he knew himself and lying wasn't something they did.

Loki tisked and squeeze Clint's willing ass in both hands. "Then, maybe I can convince him." The god of mischief moved down Clint's body enough to lay between his thighs on his stomach and kiss the base of his spine. His lover sighed and let his head fall, forehead resting on the floor as he focused on keeping his hips still.

Loki tucked his fingers in Clint's pants and tugged them down enough to reveal the soft round globes of his ass. The air felt cool against his heated body, making his skin prickle with anticipation. The god molded the flesh in his hands, spreading him open before squeezing them together. 

"Barton, the body you wear belongs to me," he reminded, so sure of the fact that it left no room for either Clint to argue. "And if it belongs to me," he reiterated with another hard squeeze, "then it is mine to do with what I please."

Clint was nodding but he could feel the other Clint shaking his head, could feel his rebuttal. Before the other guy could say anything, though, Clint panted, "I'm yours, sir. Thank you." He wasn't going to let some pale imitation of him stop him from being held again. 

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"Thank you?" Clint growled. "You're such a fucking pussy. He's a monster, and you're bending over for him." Maybe he was being cruel. It wasn't even Loki himself that was making Clint so angry. He suspected it was that it was a different Clint that was getting what he'd only let himself dream about for so long. "Why should I let him touch me?"

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"Shut up," Clint demanded and Loki made a concerned sound behind him. "Not you, sir, obviously. Please, keep going."

Loki only chuckled, not moving from where he held Clint's ass cheeks wide open. "You two must agree or neither of you will have me."

"He's impossible!" Clint argued and received a light swat to his hip as a reprimand. "I'm sorry. He's not cooperating."

"It is his body," Loki reminded. 

Clint was shaking his head, his forehead scraping against the floor. "No, I belong to you." He lost a small bit of control and rolled his ass back against the man that sat over him. "Barton," he snarled. "I need this. Let me have this."

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He needed this? He needed this? He was the one that Loki loved. He was the one that Loki chose and he was the one that got to have the man that Loki promised to be. Clint could feel the way he teetered between letting go, living vicariously through his own body, and raging against having to witness and yet never truly knowing. 

It was like the other Clint could feel Clint's resolve faltering because then the other guy ground into the floor as Clint felt it as if he'd done it himself. His- not his- cock twitched hard in his jeans and he had to reach down and undo the fly just to relieve some of the pressure. 

"This isn't fair," he whined and hated how it sounded.

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Clint laughed and knew he sounded hysterical. Loki kissed across one cheek and then the other. "Darling," he purred. "What does he say?"

"He says it's not fair that I'm here with you and he isn't."

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"No! That's not what I said. Fuck you!"

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"That's what you meant," Clint accused. "If you want him so badly, this is your chance."

Loki shushed him. "Don't be cruel, my love. Remember how hard it was for you to admit your desires in the beginning."

Clint smiled, remembering exactly that. "You had to show me what I wanted when I couldn't tell you."

"Tell our new Clint how hard it was for you to admit what you wanted," Loki instructed. 

Clint shook his head. "Loki, please."

Loki dug his nails into Clint's ass hard enough to make an unflattering squeak fall off his lips. "Tell him what you wanted, dove," Loki ordered.

Clint felt the other archer's breath catch and knew exactly how that felt. "I-I wanted..." Loki placed a sweet kiss on his back and hummed, encouraging. "I wanted you to hold me down. I wanted you to take charge and make me bend to you."

"You did," Loki confirmed. "What else?"

The other Clint was waiting with bated breath. "I wanted you to break me," he confessed. 

Clint gasped, sharp and surprised. "Darling?" Loki asked.

He felt the moment the other Clint wrapped a hand around his body's length. "He's touching me, my...body," Clint admitted, suddenly shy about what they were doing as it became crushingly real. 

Loki pressed a moan into his back and rocked his trapped erection against his ass. "Clint," he spoke and the archer didn't know which one he was referring to, "tell me you want this."

"I want this."

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Clint's hands were shaking but he kept his voice level as he finally admitted. "I- I want this."

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"Yes," Clint groaned. "Thank you, Clint." He felt Loki's smile against his skin. 

"He agreed," Loki guessed and Clint nodded emphatically. "My many thanks, Barton, and I will do my best to make you feel as good as your body will."

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"This is fucking insane," Clint grumbled but his hand tightened on his prick at Loki's promise. 

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"He hasn't even gotten started," Clint teased, relieved that the other Clint finally agreed and so turned on by Loki's hands on his ass.

Loki licked across the line of Clint's shoulder and hummed. "I wish I could hear him," he mused. "You will tell me his every word, every groan, and you," he took Clint's earlobe between his teeth and gave it a yank, "will not come tonight." His hand smack against his caged cock.

"Loki, that's not-" He cut off when Loki's fingers dug in. "I just mean, I've waited so long for you." 

"Then this will be fun," he taunted. 

The archer felt the other Clint shiver as if it were his own skin. Clint looked back over his shoulder and saw Loki's eyes roaming over the body he was occupying. "Is this okay?" Clint asked them both, suddenly insecure. 

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Somehow he knew the question was just as much for him and it was for Loki. He also knew that what he should say would be different than what he would say. "Yes," he moaned and slid his pants further to get at his balls.

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Clint's balls contracted, only emphasizing that his cock was trying against the odds to thicken. He groaned, frustrated and pained, as he felt the pleasure of a hand on his cock from the other Clint yet couldn't show the proof of it. 

Loki took in his form for a few more seconds before inhaling deeply and grinning. "Take off my clothes," he ordered, still smiling, and the dichotomy between the hard words and his soft voice made the archer shiver. He waited until Loki's hands dropped from his body to turn around on his knees. 

Clint reached out but paused. This Clint's hands were just like his, but there was a bruise on his left pointer finger's nail. He shook the hand like he could Etch-A-Sketch the bruise away and went to work on Loki's button-up. Loki sat back on his heels and surveyed him as he worked. With each button that opened up, Clint's mouth pooled with desire. 

He was tempted to lean forward and mouth at Loki's sleek chest but he didn't have permission and he really wanted to be good so he undid Loki's shirt obediently and slid it off his shoulders. Loki spread his knees wider, hips tilting towards Clint deliciously to offer up the zipper of his pants.

Clint tucked his fingers under Loki's waistband, gripping and tugging just to bring him that tiniest bit closer. He plucked the button from its hole and slid his thumb down the zipper, splitting it in half and showcasing the hard bulge pressing Loki's black underwear. He slipped both hands under the open fly, allowing himself to trace over the length of his lover's arousal indulgently. 

Loki sat up on his knees and let Clint tug the slim pants off his hips and to his knees. Clint's nose was just barely brushing Loki's clothed erection and he tilted his eyes up, asking for permission. When Loki nodded, nearly imperceptible, he parted his lips and mouthed at the girth. 

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Clint gasped, mouth falling slack as the texture of soft cotton rubbed against his lips. He could taste him, smell him, and he wished- for just the briefest moment- that he could touch him. He flicked his tongue out and swore it burst with the flavor of Loki's precum.

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Clint snaked out his tongue and pressed it to the weeping tip of Loki's hidden cockhead. Loki huffed out a breath but just slipped his hands into Clint's hair and pressed the archer's face hard against him. He'd give anything to stay here, breathing in his lover with Loki's hands on him, forever.

The next moment, Loki yanked him back by his hair and said, "What is he doing?"

Clint's mouth fell open. He couldn't string together a whine much less understand what Loki was asking. "I..."

Loki gripped harder. "That body- my body. What is he doing?"

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My body.

This body belonged to Loki. He knew it in every fiber of muscle and every vessel of blood. That meant, for now, he belonged to Loki. The finality of that sang through his veins and had him arching off the couch and digging his toes into his shoes.

"Yours," he murmured, letting the admission fuel him.

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Clint felt his submission as sweetly as the day he'd first bowed to Loki. "He says-" Clint licked his lips and felt his caged dick give a valiant pulse. "He says he's yours."

Loki yanked him up by his hair to smash their mouths together in something too feral to be a kiss. "He has bowed?" Loki questioned.

Clint nodded as best he could when Loki held him in place. "Yes, sir."

The god leaned in and placed his silvertongue against Clint's ear. "Barton, you will understand what it means to be owned. Clint is mine. That body is mine. You will concede to me."

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"Fuck," Clint whined and pulled his hand away from the dick that looked exactly like his yet somehow felt different. He was teetering on the edge already and he had a sneaking suspicion that coming right now would be a mistake. 

Loki laid claim to him with such a force that it didn't matter if he was physically there or not. Clint felt it all the same. He was Loki's. At least, he was for now. Loki's hand was tight in the other Clint's hair and then two fingers were pushing into his mouth and Clint opened his mouth for the phantom digits.

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Clint suctioned his lips around the two fingers Loki pushed against his tongue. He tasted exactly like he remembered and it made a tear trickle down his cheek as he sucked harder. Loki tilted his head towards Clint's cheek and licked the tear off his skin. Even that belonged to him. 

The dark-haired god pulled his fingers free and shoved Clint's upper body down until he was resting on his forearms and his face was blissfully even with Loki's hard length again. "Well?" Loki urged. "Show our friend what you're good for."

Clint tried not to pull too hard against the hold Loki still had in his hair as he pulled Loki's waistband to tuck under his sack. He licked a long, urgent strip up the underside of his lover before swirling his tongue around the head to gather the wetness that was pushing at the hole. He kept his eyes on Loki as best he could, hoping that the other Clint could somehow see this, the way Loki was looking at him, the love in his eyes.

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Clint could see Loki's face in his head like the connection had strengthened and now he was viewing their world in HD. The way Loki was looking at him- at his body but not him- made a full-body shiver take over him. He tasted Loki on his tongue, felt the smooth texture of him and had to lick his suddenly dry lips. 

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The archer pulled off Loki's cockhead just long enough to say. "He is thirsty for you, sir."

Loki groaned, low but still so controlled. "Give him what he wants," he ordered and pulled Clint's mouth down around him until his tip tickled at the back of his throat. Clint gagged in surprise; this body hadn't been trained out of it yet. He took a deep breath through his nose and pressed down harder, lips kissing Loki's pelvis. 

"This is where you belong," Loki purred. "You will always look prettiest face down for me."

Clint groaned, that familiar hazy feeling creeping up the back of his skull. He belonged here; he'd missed his home since Loki had disappeared and now he was finally where he should be again. He swallowed, realized this body hadn't mastered that trick yet, and gagged around Loki's shallowly thrusting arousal.

Loki laughed, harsh and pleased and yet ragged. "Barton does not have your skill, little bird. Though I must admit," he added as he thrust harder, "I do enjoy making you choke on me."

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Clint moaned at the same time as the one with Loki down his throat. He wished he was there. He wished he was the one being choked. He could feel it- his airway couldn't quite gather air like it was a few minutes ago- but it was superficial and...fucking unfair. He wanted to know what it was like. He wanted Loki to look at him like that for the first time since that week so long ago.

"I want him to fuck my face," Clint told his opposite, hating how needy he sounded but too focused on the feeling of Loki brushing his tonsils. 

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The groan the archer gave around Loki's length coupled with the urgent rocking of his hips in the air made Loki pull out and tilt his head in question. Clint gasped for air; this body needed so much of it. "He wants-" he panted before swallowing and trying again. "He wants you to fuck his face- my face, sir."

Loki sighed and Clint felt his relief like a blanket. "He is following in your footsteps, my darling," Loki teased, but his voice was too soft to be taken as a taunt.

"Yes, sir," Clint agreed and kissed Loki's stomach. "I want you to. Please." 

"Of course you do. You want to show off to our guest, make him jealous that you are here and he is not. You want to be used to your fullest potential and rub it in his face." Loki was taunting now and Clint shivered. Before he could protest, or, more likely, agree, Loki shoved his face to the ground and leaned over his back. 

Two sharp, powerful slaps landed on his ass, making his whole body tense. 

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Clint groaned and nearly jumped off the couch. "Fuck! What the fuck?" he shouted, then realized there was no one to yell at. He laid out flat on the couch cushions on his stomach and rubbed at the stinging in his ass. "What was that for?"

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Clint curled his hands into fists. "That wasn't for you," Clint told him. "That was my punishment for being prideful." And God did it feel good. 

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"Well, can you tell him to punish you so it doesn't hurt me?" Clint jabbed.

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Clint rolled his hips into Loki's hard, squeezing hands. "Is that what you want?" he asked.

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He thought about, tried to ignore the beautiful pain of Loki's hands massaging the hurt, and decided, "No, I guess not."

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"I know. Just let him take care of you," Clint advised and felt the other guy melt at the promise. "He wants more, please," Clint voiced for Loki, head still pressed to the floor between Loki's thighs. 

He heard Loki's scoff. "Yes, he is very much like you, love." Then, Loki spanked him again and both Clint's jolted. It was harder than the first two and followed quickly by Loki pressing the pain into his skin. A handful more and Clint was wriggling, wishing he could get hard even if Loki didn't let him come.

"Sir, please?"

Loki moved back enough to pull Clint up to look at him. "What is it?"

"Please take the cage off. It hurts," he begged.

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Clint froze. He'd totally forgotten about the cage. "Jesus Christ," he moaned and rocked his hips against the couch. "Clint, I'm sorry. That was from last night."

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Loki reached a hand down and squeezed at his purpling balls. "No. This Clint wanted to be caged and so he will be. I am not the one that put it on and I will not be the one to take it off. Besides, we've already confirmed you won't be coming so what would be the point?"

"Loki."

The god scratched cruelly across his back and Clint's mouth dropped open on a silent groan of pain. "Ask again and I will remove yours completely when I return home to you."

Clint knew it wasn't quite an idol threat, so he snapped his mouth shut and pushed back the tears to nod obediently. He could feel the other Clint's indignance but ignored him. It didn't concern him anyway. "Yes, sir," he complied and lowered his eyes in reverence. 

Loki dug his nails in at the base of Clint's spine and dragged them up the line of his back, tugging his hair as he did. Clint gasped into it and tried to hold as still as possible. "Good boy," Loki whispered and pushed him against his stiff cock again. "If Barton wants his face fucked, then we shall give it to him."

"Yes." Clint barely got the word out before Loki pushed back in and started up a harsh rhythm of hitting the back of his throat. Clint kept his training in mind, had to call on it more consciously since this body didn't know it naturally. He breathed in through his nose and keep his jaw slack, tongue pressed against Loki's shaft. 

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Clint felt the repetitive assault against his throat and buried his face in the couch to muffle his moan. His hand snaked under him to finally take himself in his grip again. His Loki had never done this before. His Loki was powerful and in control but never punishing, never bruising- no matter had badly Clint wished he would've been.

He had been waiting for Loki to use him like this since the day the scepter touched his heart. He wished for it even harder after he was left on the Helicarrier all alone. He hated being left flailing and needed Loki to hold him down. He moaned again as he felt Loki's hand squeeze the back of his neck. 

"Clint?" he heard from the other side of the door.

The archer turned his head from the cushion and sucked in a breath he didn't realize he needed. "Fuck off, Tony!" he yelled across the room and then covered his mouth to muffle another moan as the other Clint started losing his awareness. 

"Are you okay in-"

"Shut up, Tony, I swear to God I will shoot you in your sleep!" 

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Clint could vaguely hear the voice of his comrade and friend in the other guy's head, but Loki was so prevalent and his mind was going fuzzy, his vision blackening around the edges with oxygen deprivation, and he couldn't focus on it. Loki was pistoning his hips faster, murmuring pet names down at Clint's form. He was close.

Spit rolled down his chin and tears tracked down his cheeks. He was a mess and he wouldn't have it any other way. He was already halfway to unconscious when Loki reached up and pinched his nose closed. For a couple seconds, he panicked, couldn't help but to, but then his whole body went lax in Loki's hold and he barely kept his head up enough to hold Loki between his lips.

Loki cursed as Clint's eyes fluttered shut and he spilled down his lover's throat. The archer didn't have the faculties to swallow, so Loki's thrust pushed semen back out from between his lips to trickle down his chin and neck until he pulled out and took both hands off Clint's body. Clint slumped to the floor, but Loki's hand slipped under his head before it could hit the floor, gently laying it down.

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Clint wanted to swallow down the taste of Loki, but the other Clint's mind had gone fuzzy and all Clint could discern was Loki's presence, his hand, the smell of him, the authority in his release. He pushed his scream into the couch as he shot between his body and the cushion, mind reeling and hips thrusting unevenly. He felt as Clint collapsed and then he felt Loki catch him and another blob of seed pressed from his slit. 

"Holy shit," he breathed, lost in it. He'd never felt anything like that. Not even with his Loki. He'd never really understood what power could mean until that moment.

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Loki leaned down over Clint and brushed his hair back off his sweaty face, kissing his temple. "Beautiful," he murmured before moving to Clint's ear to whisper, "You could have this, Barton, if you allow it." He laid down on the floor to press against Clint's back and held him tight.

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Clint rolled off the couch to the floor, heaving for breath, and curled up like he could feel the other Clint doing when Loki moved behind him just to pretend that he did have this, just for now.

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This was longer than my normal chapters (as my smut chapters tend to be) but still, I feel like there's so much more to say. Hopefully, once the Clint's figure themselves out we can get more of Loki and Clint. I'd love to know what you think! I'll see you in a couple day. Mwah! Xoxo, Jess