This Kind

AN: Hello! I've brought something new. My Loki has written a couple of fics in what I like to call the Abuse Arc and posted them on Tumblr. One evening as I was asking for prompts, she asked me to write something for said Abuse Arc. This is what resulted. Things to know about the Abuse Arc: Loki is a willing submissive, Clint a slightly reluctant Dom (at first), and everything that transpires is 100% consensual. Anything past that, you will have to read for yourself, if you have a Tumblr. If not... well, you're missing out.

 

 

 

    I never thought I was this kind of person.



    A trained killer, yes. An assassin, a sniper, some might even call me a murderer if it makes them feel better. My job is something I’ve always been good at. It pays the bills. Sometimes it even makes the world a better place.



    Killing I can do, if the cause is worth killing for.



    But this?



    The black leather belt creaked around my fingers as I pulled it tighter, and the choking gasp from below made me squirm in my chair. I could see the skin where it was digging in was becoming red and chafed from the pressure, but something in me wouldn’t let me ease my grip. Something in me wanted to see that skin split open and let the red out to paint over that pristine white throat that even now was struggling to pull in breath.

    

    And here is where I start to wonder about myself, because I never thought I was the kind of person who enjoys hurting someone.



    But this wasn’t just anyone.



    Loki’s eyes turned up to me, watering and pleading, but all-together content to be naked and kneeling between my spread legs, hands bound behind his back. I looked down his body and saw he was already hard and dripping, just from this. I hadn’t even taken my boots off yet; hell, I still had my sunglasses on. The only article of clothing I’d shed was the belt wrapped around his throat.



    “Don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing you on your knees,” I said, shifting again in my seat. I let one booted foot run up Loki’s trembling thigh, smirking at the twitch of his cock, at the reminder that he was completely at my mercy.



    With a hard tug, I pulled him closer between my legs. The pressure around his throat choked him and the tears that had been gathering in his eyes finally spilled over, leaving shining trails down his cheeks. I swallowed at the sight, part of me wishing I’d never agreed to this; but a larger part of me thrilled at that small show of weakness. I’d never known this part of me existed, not until I was taken apart and tossed aside and left to put myself back together again. It was no wonder something else managed to find its way in; all my anger, my rage, my hate had splintered off from the rest of me and made its home somewhere deep inside.



    And Loki wanted me to let it come out and play. He begged and pleaded for me to debase him, take him apart piece by piece and abuse him from the inside out.



    Perhaps he knew something about myself even I didn’t know.



    With a flip of my wrist, the belt looped around my knuckles fell loose to the floor, and Loki sagged forward as he took a heaving breath. I leaned forward and ran my hand through his hair, brushing it out of his face in a mockery of a tender caress before I gripped it harshly in my fist. I pulled his head up to glare down into his eyes.



    “You’re lucky you’re so good with that mouth,” I growled between clenched teeth. “And that I want it on me now. But don’t you dare forget, this,” I ran my finger along the leather still looped around his neck, “means you’re mine. My whore, to do with as I please.”



    With eyes still swimming with tears and lust, Loki merely nodded.



    “Good boy,” I whispered, letting my hand stroke the back of his head in a parody of affection. “Now, about that mouth…”



    I sat back in my chair and pushed my hips up, where my erection was plain to see even through my jeans. Loki’s eyes raked over me with such heat I could almost feel the weight of his gaze. He gave a few tentative jerks of his shoulders in an attempt to free his hands, but the knots I’d used to bind him were more clever than even he was at the moment. When he turned his eyes up to mine in a silent plea, the part of me I knew wanted to help free him so he could put those hands on me and get this over with. The other part of me, however, was getting off on seeing his futile struggles and the neglected want between his thighs.



    “Hurry up, Princess, or I’ll just have to do it myself,” I prompted, bringing my hand up to palm myself through my jeans. “And if I have to do that, there’s really no point in keeping you around, is there?”



    The needy, gasping whine he let out at hearing those words went straight to my cock, and I couldn’t help but squeeze just a little tighter. My hips started a slow rise and fall as I kept working my hand over myself, watching the frustration in Loki’s eyes mount higher and higher. When I let out a quiet moan, he finally lunged forward, shoving my hand away and burying his face against my groin, nuzzling me like an affectionate beast.



    “That’s better,” I said. “Hurry up and get that mouth on me.”



    Loki’s eyes turned up to me as he took the button of my jeans between his teeth and pulled it open. My hips twitched up before I could think to stop them, and as Loki began to work the zipper down, all I could think of was how close his lips were to my cock and how amazing it would feel when I was finally engulfed in that warm, wet mouth.



    I sprang free of my jeans with a groan of relief, having felt far too confined. Loki wasted no time taking me down his throat, gagging himself in his haste. I hissed against the scrape of teeth against my sensitive flesh and gripped his hair again, glaring down into glazed green eyes.



    “Watch. Your. Teeth,” I growled before pushing him down on me, forcing my cock down his throat. He nodded his compliance and gave an apologetic lick to the underside of my cock before swallowing me down until his chin hit the fabric of my jeans. “God damn, you are such a filthy cock-whore. I bet you could come just from this, couldn’t you?”



    Loki moaned around my dick, hips snapping forward into the air. I suddenly got a rather wicked idea.



    One hand went to the back of his head, holding him in place, while the other pushed my jeans further down, just enough to be out of the way when he took me down to the hilt. I shoved my hips up, grunting when I felt myself hit the back of his throat. Loki squirmed under my hand for a moment before relaxing into it, letting me fuck his throat as I pleased.



    “You like getting your mouth fucked, don’t you?” My voice was low, and I used that rough, growling tone that seemed to get the best reactions from him, whether we were playing this particular game or not. “Hell, you just like getting fucked, period. Fucking whore. On your knees for me, whining like a bitch in heat for this cock.”



    I watched, amazed, as a shudder wracked the body before me, ending with a sharp thrust of his hips forward into absolutely nothing.



    “And you take it so fucking well,” I went on. “Perfect little slut that you are. Go on, take it, since you want it so bad. Take it all.”



    And with that, I shoved him down at the same time I pushed my hips up. I felt the head of my cock slide down his throat completely, cutting off his air, but I kept my grip even as I felt him squirm in panic. The convulsions of his throat were too much for me to handle, and I felt my orgasm rip itself up and out of me like a flood. I could feel him swallowing desperately around me to keep from missing even one drop. Greedy thing.



    “God damn you,” I gasped, letting my head fall against the back of the chair. Slowly, I unclenched my fists from his hair, letting him pull off and finally get a breath. I could hear him heaving shuddering gasps, and it took me a few moments to realize…



    He only made those sounds when…



    I looked down at him, at the God kneeling naked between my still-clothed thighs, panting and flushed.



    And his cock was still twitching from his own release.



    A slow, smug grin spread across my face, even as Loki glared up at me with burning, humiliated eyes. He bared his teeth in a snarl that promised retribution if I said even one single derisive word.



    “Fuck, that was hot,” I finally said.



    “Barton…”