Well I cross my heart and I hope to die

[overdoseaffliction]

If I only stay with you one more night


Prompt: I be waking up in the morning probably hating myself, I be waking up in the morning feeling satisfied but guilty as hell

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[lokisilvertongue]

Loki had had his new toy for a few weeks now, but he had yet to break his spirit.

At first, the King of Asgard had kept Steve Rogers in a cell with glowing walls, and he'd gloated at him. There'd been words exchanged, angry ones, but no amount of the human's strength could penetrate a cell's wall that had been designed to stand up to an Asgardian.

Eventually, though, Loki had had him moved. There was just too much risk to Rogers being in a cell where a guard might hear him speaking, might be persuaded, eventually, to wonder and question why their King, the All-Father, kept one of the Avengers in a cage, even if he talked of Loki and seemed to be a madman.

So for a while now, Steve had been locked in the All-Father's chambers - Loki's chambers. Loki returned from a tiring day on the throne each night, unlocked Steve's chains and allowed him food and a bath and other such necessaries - under strict supervision, of course. Sometimes, Steve made it necessary for Loki to hurt him, and then he would be chained for days at a time, until Loki felt inclined to give him another chance.

It had been a while since Steve's last overt rebellion. Tonight, Loki returned and locked the door, sealing it with whispered spells and reinforcing the spell that ensured no sound could travel to the guards outside. Then he stepped closer to Steve, who was chained to a bench by the window today.

He bent to touch the cuffs, and they released, a tiny metal circlet on each wrist all that was left. "I apologize for being later than usual," he said. "There was a minor matter I needed to attend to."

oh boy tl;dr -scene setting bs

[crimsonguarddog]

It started in Costa De Sol. Zack was there, months and months and unable to see his Girlfriend and Cissnei was with him the entire time. Though the grief of the loss of his mentor to Zack's restlessness, the thoughts that ShinRa had forgotten about him.

The arguing that no, he can't come back, he had his orders and they had to be followed.

Frustration was not a new concept to Cissnei, and for anyone else she might have just listened to their venting even if she could not give advice. Instead she had seen a chance that the Turk knows she should not have taken advantage of; But she had and rationalizes it with that Zack had gone along with it. Nobody needed to know about it anyway, if it was going to be a one time thing.

Or two times. Or three.

That's when Tseng starts to show up randomly on them, and Cissnei is well aware of what that means, that the man was just looking for an excuse. She cuts it off as quickly as it had started with a quick explanation, and when they do go back to Midgar everything seems to go back to the usual.

Time passes- Cissnei keeps things carefully polite though teasing in the hallways. Then the same night patrol they end up in the same sector to look over, and it happens just as fast as before.

Which puts them here now, Cissnei's cheek against Zack's chest when she wakes up, his arm around her and the man oh-so warm. She does not move but calculates how to go, to slip away without the man or anybody else noticing to report back before it gets too late in the day.

Cissnei has never gotten this far in over her head before, and she is starting to realize why as well.

THEN I SHOULD APOLOGIZE AS WELL

[bullet_holes]

It started in Costa De Sol. They had put him out to pasture, saying he needed to relax after everything. That the company could take care of everything for him. It wasn't enough, though. He'd been far away from everyone he cared about. Aerith, Cloud, Kunsel, even General Sephiroth, and Angeal, well... the less dwelled on that the better.

Sure, there were phone calls and emails, just short conversations to keep his mind off things. Most of them were Aerith asking how the beautiful weather was and Kunsel telling him to relax and take advantage of the free vacay.

And of course, there was Cissnei. She listened. She had great advice. When he asked if someone being SOLDIER would effect her opinion on them, she gave an honest answer. When he hugged her in gratitude, she never pulled away. When his lips ended up against hers, she pushed forward. When his hands trailed against her skin and settled at the hem of her shorts, she only moved closer.

It was supposed to be a one time thing. It made sense. Too much to drink, the fact that Aerith called not an hour after, it just wasn't meant to happen again.

He can't explain the other times.

When they get back to Midgar, they pretend that everything is back to normal. There's jokes between the two of them now. Zack explains it away with the fact that they'd done a lot of surfing and swimming out there. He goes on dates with Aerith, tells her he loves her. They walk the slums, he helps her sell flowers to the locals. He assumes Cissnei does whatever it is that Turks do. When they're assigned night patrol together, he doesn't even think twice about it. It's just another mission.

It is until they end up back in his place on the SOLDIER floor. He's got an arm around her and she's pressed against his chest, and this is wrong. It needs to stop. It needs to not happen again, but she's so warm here next to him and it feels right.

He thought Aerith was supposed to feel right.

He sighs, wraps his other arm around Cissnei and holds her closer. Maybe this would actually be the last time they did this.

AINT NO GETTIN OF THIS ANGST TRAIN WE'RE ON

[crimsonguarddog]

Cissnei had not meant to get into this again. But seeing how Zack moved in their patrol, having him so close and falling back onto those hours of just talking and enjoying themselves. She had put her hands on him when the woman knew she should have not and it had been over from there.

It was like having everything she wanted and even better than that, because Cissnei knows that she shouldn't. Sleeping with him had not alleviated the crush she thought it might- That she might of just wanted because someone else had it.

It was really quite the mess, and she knows it isn't helping him either.

When Zack pulls her closer Cissnei goes, shifting slightly and a ankle hooking around one of Zack's own. She looks up at the man while one hand pillows underneath her chin, exhaling slowly in satisfaction and resignation both.

"When do you have to be up?"

Dysfunctional for Cap

[infligere]

It had started a few months ago on a two-man mission, and it seemed like the perfect opportunity to expand his horizons with Captain America. Sorry, he was only allowed to call the guy that on missions because those alone times he was required to call his 'partner' Steve. The mission had been easy because Cap tore through opposition like it was a deck of cards, and he sniped well enough to make any last stand to crash and burn. Good times, really.

He'd been the one to make the first move, and with the high of battle still there, they had gone at it rough and fast, not caring about the consequences or the distinct conflict of interest and command that sleeping together brought. Those questions were for someone who cared to deal with while they went at each other like they were drowning.

Every bruise had been worth it. Every wink and smirk he threw at the man was even more worth it when he could make a platonic working relationship into something far more rough and dangerous behind closed doors. They were friends to the eyes of others, but they were anything but on those times he convinced Steve to come to his place to watch a baseball game or to a drink. They just went back to being snarling men tearing at each other's clothes for those.

Brock sat up with a groan in his own bed, looking over at the sleeping body next to him. He cleared his throat and rubbed at his bruised swollen lips with one hand while the other passed down the length of Steve's bare back and gave a hearty slap to that fine ass. "Cap, you keep sleeping and I'm going to bite your neck and let you explain it at work."

[puncheshitlerforjustice]

How long had he been here? A few weeks for sure. When he had first awoken in the cell, he'd fought against the large glass wall. He'd called out to the guards, demanded to know why he was here. It wasn't until he was greeted by the All-Father that he got his explanation. There were words exchanged. Insults thrown back and forth, and a few empty threats Steve had made on his part. In the end none of it really mattered. He was still on Asgard.

The chains were nothing like he'd ever seen before. Probably reinforced with magic. Either way, they didn't break with anything he did. He might have been strong, but somehow these were stronger. The first time Loki had unchained him, he retaliated. He'd thrown punches, kicks, tried slamming into the Asgardian. Despite landing a few blows, he was still knocked down and forced to submit. He was hurt, but it wasn't too bad. The pain didn't last for more than a day or two. Then the chains were back on for days. He tried again when they were off and the results were the same.

Eventually he learned it was easier to submit than to fight; at least until he came up with a plan.

Today he'd been allowed to be by the window. He was used to Brooklyn and it's towering buildings bustling with energy, and DC with its historic landmarks and bustling metropolitan area. This was different. Asgard felt like a large ancient city with alien creatures. Watching it through the window had been interesting. Watching the Asgardians go by and listening to the little snippets of conversation had been all the entertainment he'd had so far.

It was still better than being chained to a wall back in the cell.

"It's fine," He stretched his arms a bit before taking a step back, away from Loki. "I obviously wasn't going anywhere." In a way, he was glad too see the Asgardian. He could finally move and stretch. It was a relieve to finally stretch his arms over his head. On the other hand, he never knew what Loki would want from him every night. He still didn't even know exactly why he was here.

[lokisilvertongue]

Loki had brought Steve here to have his revenge. It had been his plan to bring each of the Avengers to Asgard, one by one, break them and destroy them at his leisure. For now, his project was Steve.

But to be honest, he was beginning to feel some affection for the super soldier, especially now that he wasn't fighting back so hard. He obviously needed to remain wary - Steve wasn't resigned to his fate, just yet. But it was nice having someone to spend time with as himself. At least, insomuch as Loki is ever himself.

He smiled, watching Steve stretching, without making any effort to hide his appreciation. He'd need to figure out a way to exercise his pet regularly, soon - otherwise he might start to grow soft, and that was not something Loki wanted.

"Obviously not," he said with a thin-lipped smile and glittering eyes. "I'm going to have a bath. Come." He turned and headed for the adjoining bathing chamber.

Re: Dysfunctional for Cap

[puncheshitlerforjustice]

It started after a mission a few months ago. Things had gone well, they took down the terrorist together, and retrieved SHIELD intel. Things had gone a little messy at some points but it was a success, overall. That was to be expected.

What he didn't expect was for Rumlow to make a move. He also didn't expect that he'd return the affections by continuing right where they were. It was fast, rough, dirty, even. It reminded Steve of times back in The War when a soldier just took what they had and made due. These were different times, though. Strange that it felt the same.

Back at SHIELD Steve tried to pretend things could go back to normal. They didn't of course. It was foolish to think so. Every joke they shared had a new meaning. Every wink and smirk only encouraged whatever it was they were doing. He dodged the first few invitations he received. He was too busy, he had to write briefings, he promised he'd go somewhere with Natasha. Eventually he'd run out of excuses.

And they were back at it, tearing at clothing, and leaving marks on each other. Bruises on hips and bite marks in questionable places. Every time he showed up to Rumlow's he intended to end it. To say they couldn't do this anymore, there was too much at stake. What if someone found out? Technically Steve was his superior, that would cause enough problems, never mind the conflict of interest issues or the public image issues.

Thing was, every time he opened his mouth to say something, Rumlow's was against his. Hands would press against his chest and all Steve could do was groan before he tore at clothing. That was exactly how he had ended up in Rumlow's bed yet again, face buried in a pillow and dozing off. He was jolted awake when there was a smack against his rear and he blinked to smile up at the other man. "Go ahead. It won't be there in the morning." Maybe. He wasn't exactly sure how accelerated healing worked when it came to bite marks and hickeys.

[infligere]

Brock had the good sense to stretch his arms above his head, cracking his back before he glanced down and found a rather vivid love bite very close to his arm pit. He smirked, pleased by finding it and aware he would no doubt find a few more if he bothered to lift the sheet and look at his hips and legs. Every ache was entirely worth it.

He fingered a fading mark on the small of Steve's back, finding it a pity that they didn't last long. He had to be more diligent about hiding his or coming up with excuses, usually just talking about a new girl or something. If he wanted this to continue - and oh did he - he had to cover for the good Captain as well as himself.

He sank back down and rolled onto one side, leaning down to nip at the man's closest shoulder. "With talk like that, it's a wonder I let you out of my bed at all." His lips worked their way up towards Steve's neck where he did exactly as he said he would previously: he bit him.

For Tony: Post WS?

[noblecaptain]

Steve didn't even know how it had happened. One minute they were fighting over the fact that they had let each other down. The next minute, they were grappling on to floor of Tony's work room. It still bugged Steve that they weren't alone, knowing that JARVIS was there, even if he was just a computer. The fact that Tony spoke to him made him an entity to Steve.

It was rough, dirty, everything that he never expected sex to be. Making love was supposed to be soft and romantic. That's how he had always thought it to be. What happened in war didn't count. What happened at war stayed at war.

Still, this wasn't war. The war was long over. Steve still wasn't sure why he was here at Stark tower. He should just leave, but he didn't. Maybe a part of him kept hoping Tony would change, be something different.

Maybe he just didn't want to admit he liked it rough.

[shwarm_after]

Tony blinked up at the ceiling from where he laid on the floor, trying to catch his breath. Sure, he'd had sex in his workshop before, and he'd had rough sex before. Thing is, he'd never had rough really hot sex with Captain Fucking America in his workshop. Sure, he thought about it. Giant man crush and probably massive hero worship probably attributed to that. Blame the posters and comics his dad had all over his office.

Great, now he was thinking about his dad. Gross. That was literally the last person he wanted to think about after sex, especially with someone who worked with his dad.

Well, that thought was definitely ruining the after glow.

Fuck, how did this even happen anyways? They were arguing about unnecessary risks, and disappointing each other, and somehow he ended up against a wall with Steve against him, and...well then, they were here. Still, the sex was good. Not that he should be having sex with anyone but Pepper but... well, he couldn't undo what they'd already done.

"So...is this where I say, 'Thank you sir may I have another?'"

CHUGGA CHUGGA CHUGGA CHUGGA CHOOO CHOOOOOO

[bullet_holes]

"Eight. I have..." A date. With an incredibly sweet girlfriend who really cares about me and sells flowers for a living. "...Plans."

He swallows, opens his mouth to say something else but instead his hand only trails up her back and settles at the base of her neck. What would he say, anyways? They needed to stop? That much was obvious, but it almost felt like it wasn't an option anymore. They were too deep in whatever it was they were doing...whatever this relationship was.

What do you even call something like this?

"You doing anything tomorrow?" He forces a smile. Tries to be flirty.

[crimsonguarddog]

They should stop. Cissnei does not really want to in particular, but they should. She can tell it is there in his voice, as much as she would like to pretend not to hear it.

Her eyes fall closed as his hand slides up her back, taking the moment in. A moment later, at his question, Cissnei moves to push herself up, hair sliding over her shoulders. "Work... But aren't I always?"

She gives him a smirk of a smile, a way out in a non-answer. The woman's hands brush over Zack's chest before she moves to the side of the bed, looking for her clothes.

[noblecaptain]

Steve rolled over, glaring at Tony as he tried to wrap his mind around what they had just done. His clothes were strewn about, just out of reach. Sadly, this meant Steve couldn't just cover himself up like he wanted to. He tried to play it off like he didn't care, wasn't bothered by what they just did.

But he was.

He sighed, some of the anger ebbing away as he stared into Tony's eyes. He wanted another go round? Reaching up, Steve stuck a finger in his ear to make sure he heard Tony correctly.

"Uh... Do you want another?" Steve blushed, torn about what he should do. And then there was Pepper. He'd liked the woman. They weren't close, but he thought of her as a friend. "Maybe we should just get dressed?"

Or maybe he should just push Tony onto the floor and climb on top of him. His cheeks reddened as he thought about doing just that.

[bullet_holes]

"Yeah, but that's what happens with Turks, right?" he smiles back. His hands lingered on her skin as she moves away from him, sliding along until she's off of him. He sighs, pushes his bangs away from his face and stares at the ceiling for a moment.

He should just tell her it's over, now. Just end it, let them both leave the night with their dignity intact and they can get back to pretending they're both operatives working for Shinra.

"Hey, Cissnei..." he starts. What was he going to say? How do you say 'I have a girlfriend but I don't want to stop this but maybe we should?' He knew it was wrong. Wrong to Aerith and wrong to Cissnei, too. She deserved better than to be a girl on the side. "You wanna stay a little longer?"

Not what he should have said, but too late.

[crimsonguarddog]

"Always; There's never a break." Teasing words given as Cissnei slips on her panties, with all intent to go back home and shower before work started anyway. Dirty clothes now wouldn't matter, and really they only served to hide those couple of marks Zack had left, intentional on his part or otherwise.

Then he asks her that, and she pauses with her shirt in hand. After a moment the woman looks back at him, searching Zack's face for a reason with a calculated look of her own.

"You've never asked me that before." She stated, but it could be taken as an affectionate tease. It was always hard to tell when Cissnei tried to keep how she felt out of her voice, unsure of how she should be feeling right now. But she sits at the edge of the bed near where the SOLDIER was.

She knows better, Cissnei really does. And yet...

"Miss someone to share the bed with?"

They hadn't really made the best decisions in Costa De Sol, and clearly none any better after like now.