Hello, my doves! Happy #BAPTuesday. How is your week going so far? Here's this week's chapter, and also just a bit of a *GRAPHIC VIOLENCE* warning for this one. Once again, sorely unbeta'd but hey, I did it...I gotta get me a beta or like teach Alexa to do it.

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"Tread carefully, hawk," Loki warned, voice hard as steel. 

Clint felt it like the brush of a ex-lover's hand, intimate and invasive. He shivered and wanted more than anything to bend to him, but he was tired of losing out on what he needed. If Loki wanted to control him, he'd have to give in to him just as deeply. 

"Are you afraid you won't be able to satisfy me?" Clint goaded and saw the corner of Loki's mouth twitch up in a smirk. 

Confident.

Knowing.

Clint swallowed hard. 

Loki took a step closer, almost in Clint's space, and wet his lips. "You are begging to be disciplined, my dove."

"I've been begging for weeks actually, but you can't seem to get it up for me."

The god only smiled wider, which had the opposite effect of making Clint momentarily fear for his well-being. "You are not listening, little bird." Loki's voice cut sharp through the air, and along with the dreaded nickname, Clint felt his hackles rise.

"Fuck you!" he spat.

Loki's hand rose to Clint's neck as he crowded in close but the god still didn't touch him. "Test me," he pressed. "I implore you. See what will happen."

Clint was shaking, he could feel the jittering under his skin, but he'd come too far to back down now. He leaned into Loki's hand, letting the god clench around his throat. "Promises," Clint scoffed, nearly a whisper.

In a breath, Loki had Clint pressed to the wall of the living room using just the imposing weight of possibility that he might touch Clint how he wanted. 

Because they weren't actually touching. 

Loki was just far enough away from Clint to feel the air move between them, but close enough to feel Loki's warm breath on his cheek. Loki's hands were on either side of Clint's head, leaving tiny crevices in the wall in his passion. They were two impossible, opposing forces that were pressed together and fighting for the win. 

Clint broke first- he knew he would. He shot forward and crashed their mouths together, biting down on Loki's lip until he tasted the faint metallic tinge of blood. He kept his hand firmly planted against the wall, caught between too scared and too stubborn to touch him. The heat coming off of Loki's body was enough to encourage Clint to lick across Loki's teeth.

The audacity the submissive had to try and invade Loki's mouth must have been the god's final straw. He rocked his entire body against Clint, hips grinding together until Clint's mouth fell slack and Loki could slip his tongue between the archer's wet lips. Yes, yes! Finally...

"Please," Clint pleaded, voice breaking over the single word. 

Loki bit sharply at Clint's jaw in return before sliding his mouth up next to Clint's ear and whispering, "You shall have everything you want, my dove- how can I refuse you- but don't forget that I cautioned you."

The whimper Clint loosed should've been embarrassing but he didn't have the brain function to worry about it. At least not when Loki was grabbing at him like he wanted to tear into Clint- and he let him. The archer dropped his head back to give Loki access as he bit along the column of his throat and smoothed his hands under Clint's briefs, sliding them off his hips. 

Clint had been naked in front of Loki before, but this was different. He could taste it in the air. This was it. He was finally going to have what he wanted.

Loki let Clint's underwear fall to the floor and replaced his hands on Clint's ass, squeezing as he growled into a filthy kiss. "You are petulant," the god spat.

It was a reprimand as much as it was admiration, and Clint took it as such. He smiled against Loki's much, huffed out a thank you and nibbled on Loki's lip. The dark-haired man growl, grabbing Clint harder and pulling him in. The tiny pinpricks of pain from Loki's nails digging into Clint's skin only added to the building anticipation of what the god would bring.

He almost couldn't stand it.

"Loki," Clint- well, he fucking whined it was he did, but he'll never admit it outside of that moment. "Please." 

Loki chuckled and splayed a hand down the side of Clint's jaw lifting it so Clint has to glance down the plane nose at the lithe man. "When you beg for me, it only serves to engorge my desire to push you beyond what you believe you can take."

Clint swallowed hard. Damn it, if that didn't sound like a threat and a promise. "Yes," he gasped. "I can take it," he urged. He could. He was ready.  

Loki leaned in so his lips and Clint's were only separated by the width of Loki's thumb that swiped across the seam of the archer's mouth. "I know you can, my hawk, and that is why you shall have it."

Clint could have collapsed with relief. "Thank you," he breathed, and he could hear the blatant emotion in the two words. He was breaking, melting, crumbling and Loki hadn't even begun. Clint let his eyes fall shut against the push of tears, inhaling shakily and kissing the pad of Loki's thumb. In the next moment, Loki's hands were gone all with the warmth of him and when Clint opened his eyes the god was walking away. Clint stuttered, "Wh-what..."

"Come," Loki ordered and this time Clint truly didn't have a choice, swirls of magic caressed his skin and nudged him to follow after the dominant man. Loki didn't have to cheat; he would've gone willingly. Still, it let Clint focus on the sway of Loki's hips and the shift of the muscles in his back instead of where he was going or making his feet work. 

They went to the middle of the living room and Loki flick his hand, causing the coffee table to move to the very edge of the room against the wall. Moving furniture. Always something to be nervous of- especially with sex, especially with Loki, especially with sex with Loki.

When Clint was in the dead center of the room, Loki turned back to him and gave him a once over, head to toe with the pace of a sun-bathing animal on an August afternoon. Every flaw, every nuance in Clint's body felt lit up with neon, but the hunger in Loki's gaze only grew and that sent shockwaves of arousal down Clint's spine and straight to his slit where a drop of precome caught Loki's eyes, making him smirk.

"Arms up," he ordered, flippant and easy, and Clint's arms shot into the air without his say-so. Then, the sharp grating edge of rope chafed against his sensitive wrist until it left him tied and taunt from tip to toe. Clint looked up to see the rope attached to seemingly nothing, floating in the air and stretching him out. 

"Spread your legs," came next and Clint knew just as it happened that Loki wasn't even speaking to him directly, he was telling his magic how to behave. Clint wasn't even in charge of his own body anymore. He feet dragged across the carpet until just his tiptoes were balancing on the floor and the cool air of his apartment woosh between his legs.

Rope slithered around his skin, locking his ankles into place as well and pulling his entire body to what he swore was his limit. He could feel his joints protesting from the strain, and he consciously tried to relax them. 

Loki stepped forward, into Clint's space, making the archer's breath halt in anticipation. The god dipped his head forward and licked across Clint's collarbone, from the sharp jut to his smooth, strong shoulder. "Hmm," Loki sighed, "delightful...but I taste no fear."

Clint was trained to stay calm under pressure, to keep his head in any situation, but fuck if that didn't send shivers straight to his core. Loki leaned in and licked along the other collarbone, slower and with purpose, smacking his lips garishly and adding, "Much better."

Loki's finger walked a teasing path down the centerline of Clint's chest as the god continued. "You wish me to fuck you, Barton." It wasn't a question- they both knew the answer- but Clint nodded anyway. "You are willing to open yourself to me, take me within you, and carry my seed inside your body as a sign of my approval."

"Fuck yes," Clint huffed, making Loki's eyes crinkle with delight.

"What if I told you I would only give myself to you if you proved your fidelity?"

Clint nodded harder. "Yes, anything."

The god raised a hand to Clint's eye level so he could see when a thin, black switch appeared in Loki's hand. It was deceivingly light but Clint knew better than to underestimate this man. Whatever it was Loki had planned, it would hurt. Utterly and completely. 

He walked around behind Clint just slow enough to make him impatient. The waiting was the worst part. Clint wriggled in his binds, trying to tempt Loki into doing...whatever it was he was going to-

Clint's scream ripped through the silent apartment. A searing strip of white pain prickled across his back. Loki kissed the raised lash, murmuring, "Don't perceive to have any control over this situation." Abashed, Clint nodded, trying to ignore how the pain made his cock leak.

A whoosh of air and another agonizing tear to his skin. The archer didn't scream that time, but it wasn't for lack of pain. All of the breath in his lungs was swallowed by the sheer shock of the switch against his back. 

Loki took pleasure in each thrash, Clint could tell by the sound of his breathing as it heavied and punctuated his hits. Occasionally, the god would saddle up to Clint's ass, now red and swollen and sore, and slide his still clothed hard-on against the seam of his cheeks. He whispered deviant pleasure in Clint's ears that would have sent any sane person running but instead made Clint whimper and moan for him.

Years went by until Clint was sobbing and arching and begging Loki, for more and enough. Loki walked around to his front and Clint finally got a good look at him. He was wild.

His eyes were alight with lust and greed; his lips were swollen; his face was sheening with perspiration and rouge. He looked taken by what he'd done and Clint couldn't help a delirious smile.

Loki's fingers had made their way to the coarse patch of hair surrounding Clint's cock and they twisted and tugged on the short curls, making Clint's wince and gasp. He tugged again, much firmer, and fresh tears of pain gathered in Clint's waterline. The god tilted his head up and licked up the salty track. "You would cry for me?" he whispered against Clint's cheek. 

Clint stuttered a breath and at Loki's raised brow, he nodded. "Yes."

Loki's arm curled around to his back and dug into one of the open wounds he'd left. Clint gasped in pain. "You would bleed for me?"

"Yes, sir," Clint answered without hesitation this time, letting the rush make his head heavy and light.

Loki raised his hand to his mouth, licking his finger clean of blood just before he brought it down in a caustic slap to Clint's purpling shaft, making the archer scream to the ceiling. The god smiled, pleased. "You would scream for me?"

Clint was panting now, breath leaving faster than it came, but he nodded shakily and said, "Y-yes, sir. I will."

The dominant pressed in close and Clint took solace in the hard line of Loki's erection against his hip through his soft cotton pants. Loki felt good- all that matter was that Loki felt good. "But, my dove," Loki whispered and curled gentle fingers around Clint's swollen length, "will you live for me?"

Loki tightened his grip and stroked Clint in languid, even movements. Clint's mouth fell open on a groan and it took him longer than he would like to admit to gather a coherent thought together. When he did, he surged forward every last millimeter so he could be as close to Loki as he could, to look him in the eye, when he told him with flushed cheeks and glazed eyes, "Yes, my god. I will."

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This chapter is a little bit shorter than some of my others, but sometimes you just have to do what the story tells you and I had to end this chapter here. Next week, I swear they will actually fuck. I want it as bad as you do. Until then, much love. Mwah! Xoxo, Jess