The night before
It was already dark outside and Stephen Strange got up from his armchair in the dining room. It was the evening before the surgery and Clint, Bucky, Tony and Steve had already retired to their apartments. Bucky had been very absent and nervous the whole day, especially after the session with Loki. Stephen hadn’t seen his lover since because Loki told him that they needed some time on their own to process everything whereupon they also hadn’t appeared for dinner.
Stephen’s eyes wandered to Sam and Valkyrie who sat on a couch and had a quiet conversation with Wanda. They looked up as he passed by and invited him to join them, but he said he was to tired and would go to bed soon.
Valkyrie had arrived this noon together with Thor, Pietro Maximoff and Bruce Banner, who seemed to be a very calm and intelligent man and an interesting scientist. Stephen definitely had to talk to him in more depth than he was able to during dinner.
He wished everyone a good night and walked through the hallways that were way less crowded with people at this time.
As Stephen opened the apartment door there was no lamp switched on. The smell of saltwater lay in the air and the noise was insanely loud. He could see Loki standing in front of one of the windows Stephen had transformed into some kind of portals a few days ago. They opened up to the open raw sea.
It was dark and stormy.
Loki watched the black waves, several meters high, breaking and banking up again. Though Stephen had created the portals he noticed that it was Loki to cause such a stormy atmosphere out there. He could sense the magic vibrating in the air that was led by the Asgardian’s emotions and made the waves crash incessantly. When he looked closely, he could see a light green gleam surrounding their wrists. With a subtle snap of his fingers the Master of the Mystic Arts calmed the churning sea and stepped up to the window.
He followed Loki’s gaze.
“What is it?”
It was silent for a while. Loki still stared out on the black water as they responded.
“There’s so much pain.”
“Where?” Stephen’s voice was deep and calm.
“The White Wolf. I’ve never felt so much pain and guilt and self-hate until I was guided through his memories today. I felt so dazed after I slipped out of his mind.”
Loki rubbed his face.
“It was rough.”
Wordless, Stephen opened his arms and Loki leaned against him and sighed. The Cloak wrapped itself around the two of them and created a calming ambience.
“I don’t know if I will be able to do this tomorrow…” Loki murmured into Stephen’s shoulder.
Stephen pressed a kiss on Loki’s black hair and as he gently cupped their face, he saw that Loki had switched into their Jotun self.
“You are so strong, Loki. I’ve never met a person in my life who is as smart as you, as clever as you, as talented and as beautiful as you. You will be brilliant tomorrow.”
He stroked with a thumb over Loki’s blue skin and a shade of darker blue flushed their cheeks. They were blushing. Stephen pulled them close and laid his chin on the black shock of hair. They both stared out on the sea for a while. The light sound of the waves filled the room and they slowly calmed down from the stressful discussions and preparations they had had to make during the last couple of days. Stephen could feel how the tension of Loki’s neck and shoulders slowly began to relax. He held Loki tight and tried to make them feel safe but at the same time his own brain couldn’t quite stop thinking. Loki raised his head.
“Is it your hands again, my love?”
“Yeah…” Stephen whispered and avoided to meet Loki’s eyes, but it was too late anyways. His hands had started trembling again and the subliminal and perpetual pain increased. Embarrassed he pulled his hands away from the small of Loki’s back.
His partner however put on a worried and simultaneously loving face.
“Give them to me.”
Stephen reached out his shaking hands and Loki cupped them with their own. Scarred white ones covered by delicate blue ones.
As the green shimmer Loki conjured touched Stephens fingers, he let out a long sigh and closed his eyes. The mutilated nerves within his hands stopped feeling like their ends were just set on fire and the trembling abated.
“Thank you, Loki. I think I’ll never completely stop being embarrassed about this, but I am beyond grateful for you doing this nearly every day.”
Loki smiled sadly.
“I could say the same.”
With one finger he tapped on his temple referring to his mental state that was far away from being diagnosed as healthy.
“Stephen?”
“Yes?”
“Kiss me” Loki whispered and craned.
Stephen gently cupped Loki’s face with one palm and softly pressed his lips on Loki's. The Asgardian sighed and wrapped his arms around their lover’s neck. They didn’t want to let him go. Never. The feeling love and affection that was welling up in Loki’s chest was almost too much for them to take. They had never felt love in that intensity for anyone.
Sure, their affairs with Fandral and Sif had been hot and passionate but there was no comparison to how their brain immediately stopped working when they tasted these lips.
They were so soft on their own and as Loki finally felt their tongues touching, they were melting in Stephen’s arms.
They quietly chuckled into the kiss as Stephen laboriously tried to wrap them out of their robe.
“God, I hate Asgardian clothes!” He grumbled. “I mean, you look stunning in them – no doubt. But how do I get you out of this without looking like a complete idiot?”
Loki bursted in laughter at the sight of Stephens grumpy face after the unsuccessful try to catch at least some of parts Loki’s naked skin that were still covered by the green fabric.
They continued to make out for a while but none of them was keen to go any further. The next day would be long and exhausting.
A while later Loki’s head rested on Stephen’s shoulder who leaned against the wall.
Nearly falling asleep Loki murmured: “Let’s go to bed, love.”
***
“Ah fuck, Steve!”
While Loki and Stephen were drifting off into a dreamless sleep, Steve was busy fucking Tony from behind.
He slammed into him and Tony grunted letting his head fall forward between his arms. His fingers clenched into the sheets. Bless God he married a super soldier – there was no comparison to being fucked like that.
“God Tones you’re so tight… I won’t last long if we keep going like this” Steve panted whereupon Tony only whined. He was close too. Steve reached down to stroke Tony’s rock-hard cock because after being married for 16 years he knew how to get his husband off. Tony trembled at the sudden touch and pressed himself into every inch of Steve he could feel in and on his body.
“Go on, love. Cum for me!” He heard Steve whispering right next to his ear and as he roughly grasped into the dark curls Tony couldn’t take it anymore. The feeling of Steve’s cock filling him out, Steve’s hand jerking him off, Steve’s tight grasp in his hair, Steve’s skin, Steve’ scent, Steve's panting, Steve...
With a loud moan Tony came in Steve’s hand and his husband finished off shortly after him. He pushed into Tony one last time and pressed his forehead between his shoulder blades as he came.
“Fuck…” He murmured and moved his hips a little to ride himself through the aftershocks.
“Oh god...”
Tony collapsed on the bed and buried his face in the sheets.
“Damn that was... amazing, honey.”
He felt the mattress lowering on his left as Steve let himself fall next to him.
He slapped Tony on the ass and Tony flinched.
“Ouch!”
He looked at Steve.
“We should’ve swapped… How am I supposed to perform a surgery tomorrow if I can’t even sit properly?”
“Well, as far as I am aware” Steve said with a teasing grin and kissed Tony on the cheek “you will be standing during surgery and there was no way you did not want to have my cock up your ass tonight… am I right?”
“Language, Cap…” Tony murmured weakly, but his sly smile confirmed Steve’s guess. He wanted to sleep with him tonight – mainly because he was horny but also to keep Steve distracted from his worries that concerned the following day. But by the furrow that had appeared between his husband’s eyebrows he could see that under the surface of Steve’s otherwise relaxed facial expression his brain was already running at full speed again.