Date: Wed, 12 Jul 2023 02:04:24 +0000 (UTC) From: loste Lasfa Subject: Dean Does The Avengers Chapter 3 This series is a work of fiction about a characters from the TV show Supernatural and character that belong to Marvel. I don't own the rights to any of these characters. I don't know anything about the actors who portray them and I don't mean to imply anything about that. I intend for this to be a series checking into an alternate universe where Supernatural and the MCU overlap. As always any comments or questions welcome at fanboi214@yahoo.com. Chapter 3 "Trouble is a Man" Pandemonium would be too harsh a word for what unfolded in the wake of Thor's thunderous orgasm. The SHIELD agents were highly trained and moving with purpose. At the very least Fury was commanding where they went. Most were being directed towards the door, either to seal it off or as to act as some sort of makeshift human barrier. Dean wasn't tuned into their shouting but he was able to pick up bits of the exchange here and there. From what he gleaned the exterior door refused to engage its lock, something about the fancy schmancy security system needing time to fully reboot after a hard reset. Fury was not happy about this and it seemed, at least for now, to be monopolizing his attention. Thor lay spread out on the ground, oblivious in the afterglow of his fucking. Dean stood over his body, naked, hard and struggling to evaluate his current situation. "Dean," Castiel's gravely voice cut through the noise, laden with concern. The angel rushed forward, clapping a hand down on Dean's shoulder. "Are you okay? What happened was very... peculiar." Dean's eyes flitted over his friend, who wore his rumpled trench coat and some very sodden slacks. An embarrassingly large stain spread out from Cas's crouch and down his left leg. "Cas, bud. Please tell me this wasn't your first time." Castiel continued to stare at Dean, bewilderment on his face. "Dean your question doesn't make sense. Time can't be `mine.' A being can't posses it." Dean sighed. He was even more convince that this was first time Castiel even orgasmed since possessing his vessel years ago. Dean unknowingly nibbled his bottom lips, noticing that Cas's eyes were somehow shimmering a more crystal blue than ever before. "Mr. Winchester, we should get you to a secure area." Coulson mumbled emerging from the scrum of SHIELD agents. The twist of a smile played on Dean's lips as he noticed he'd somehow graduated from `Dean' to `Mr. Winchester.' Dean pivoted away from both men. He shouted towards the sky, "Sammy! Why am I still horny?" "I'm still researching, Dean!" An annoyed and exhausted Sam responded. "Shouldn't that have broken the spell?" "Did you lay with all the gods who were present when you read the spell." "I have to fuck both of them?" "If you want it to run its course." Sam snapped "Or you can leave me alone and I can get back to my books." Fury emerged from the group of agents in the back left of the room. "Alright listen up, people! In his... excitement, Thor fried the power inhibitor that was keeping Loki in check. And it looks like it's down for the count." An identical version of Fury marched forward from the front right wall, " Look alive people, Loki's power inhibitor is down and it's going to take at least and hour to get it back on..." Fury's final syllables petered out he laid eyes on his mirror self. "Oh, you think you're clever." Fury barked, "Don't just stand there. Guns up." He ordered pointing at his doppelgänger. "Honestly?" Fury grumbled "That's clearly Loki, you idiots." Many of the SHIELD agents shifted their focus, though just as many remained pointed at this second Fury. "Unless of course, I'm Loki." A third Fury stepped out of the shadows in the far right corner and that is when the real nerves seemed to set in. Before the crowd even had time to think about how they should react a fourth "Fury" emerged continuing, "The point is I need all you fine agents to be on guard because nothing you see can be trusted. No one can be trusted." The commotion proved to be enough to distract from Dean, something that moments ago seemed impossible. But now no one noticed as the hunter's body bristled as he felt pressure skittering along his shoulders. A knowing smile on his face. "The safe word is `Impala.'" Dean whispered. "What?" Cas asked. "I'm not talking to you, bud." Dean commented offhandedly. He turned and calmly walked back into Loki's empty cell. Once Dean reached the center of the space he spun to face the room and snapped his finger. "Loki. Here. Now." The god of mischief appeared on command, grinning from ear to ear. He had a conspiratorial glint in his eye as he sized up Dean. "Well someone is eager to fuck." Loki was in all his naked glory, his form long and lithe. His body much more modest than his brother's but still quite enticing. His musculature was pronounced and the sharp angles of his pretty face managed to make him look cagey. His cock jutted out, unmistakable and conspicuously about a half inch longer than Thor's. A `fact' that made Dean roll his eyes. "Yeah, you." Dean said cooly as Loki swept around him in a long slow circle. "But you're going to have to wait until the door locks again." By this point a handful of agents noticed what was happening in the cage, their attention gradually pulling away from the multiple Furies arguing. "Dean, Dean, Dean, there's no reason we can't both pop away and have our fun once we're out of this place." Loki cooed. "You're going to stay here because I said so." Dean gritted coldly as Loki landed in front of him. Dean's face was hard, his eyes unforgiving. His rigid posture retaining all the power and influence he had while fucking Thor. There was nary a trace of the levity and camaraderie the hunter had when initially connecting to the other god. "You're gonna stand in your cell like the pathetic cock hungry bitch you are. Then once Fury has this place back on line I'm going to fuck that scrawny ass of yours into the ground, leave you wet and broken on the floor, so your cum drenched body can be thrown into an Asgardian prison for all eternity." Dean watched Loki's cock jump as his mind wrapped around the full depth and harshness of the hunter's words. Dean knew he was on the right track. Three of the four Furies evaporated and the agents began to gravitate towards the show in Loki's cell. The god of mischief let out a laugh in a bit of force showmanship. "Listen here, mortal. Do not think simply because my brother was so easily cowed that I will-" "Kneel." Dean cut in. Loki dropped to his knees, whatever remained of his sentence swallowed by the air. It had not been Loki's intention to obey. It was as if the hunters words had nailed him in his shins and took Loki's legs out from beneath him. His eyes widened as his face was overtaken by a deep shock and the slightest hint of fear. He felt the eyes of the human staring down at him, and Loki and felt hollow to his core. Dean was smirking. Loki knew that look. Loki wore that look. It was pompous and victorious; unforgiving and loud. It was a look of victory and ownership. Worst and best yet... it was earned. The agents had now fully encircled Loki's pen and he had no chance to hide himself. Dean watched that realization dawn on him as the god's eyes managed to slide off the hunter and onto the crowd of snickering agents. He's certain they were all internally laughing at him while secretly wishing to switch spots with him. Loki silently cursed the onlookers he was spellbound what excuse did the humans have? "Fury! How long do you need?" Dean shouted without lifting his eyes from Loki, who was by now hobbling back to his feet. "Twenty minutes for the exterior door." Fury barked. Loki's legs unsteady as a newborn deer, he attempted to steel himself. Mustering up some puff of menace he glared at Dean with a snarl. "Don't act as if you are not yearning for me, human." "Of course I do because of your little spell." Dean said smoothly. "Which is sad by the way. Thor and I, we got caught up in this. But you engineered a situation where you'd be desperate and horny in front of all of these people." "You know this didn't go according to plan," Loki gritted. Dean chuckled smugly taking a step towards the god. "Funny how that keeps happening. You're a smart guy, Loki." Dean mused, moving even closer. "Yet time after time your schemes blow up in the most public way. And I know why." Dean was just inches from the villain at this point. Their eyes met for a beat and then the hunter leaned in, "You get off on being humiliated." Loki's entire body ached, his mind reeled. He didn't know why he was standing still, why his body wanted so sorely to melt. It wasn't fair, Dean had got off moments ago. But Loki had been in the mounting throes of lust for hours now with no relief or outlet in sight. Dean's beauty was so immense, so awe inspiring that Loki could barely focus on the words spilling from his mouth. A voice in the back of the god's head prodded him to simply let go, surrender and agree. And as Dean neared him, Loki had been ready to hand himself over, to become putty in the mortals hands. His muscles tightened his lips puckered in anticipation of the epic kiss that had humbled his brother. But Dean didn't kiss him, didn't even touch him, he just let his cruel whisper fall hot on Loki's skin. The words slow to solidify in Loki's mind as Dean pulled back laughing. The fucker was laughing. "You didn't realize, did you?" Dean continued. Loki had never considered that his many failures in life had been by his own design. The suggestion seemed absurd but the only way to argue against it was to preach his ineptitude. He felt an annoyance boiling up in him as he stared at Dean's precious face. Sure Loki's yen for mischief was driven by the thrill it brought him. And sure the more grand, the more public, the riskier the endeavor, the greater the thrill he got. But Loki didn't enjoy the punishment. He courted it but it was a side effect not the goal. Right? Even now knowing that all these eyes were upon him in this confused, pliant, state he could disappear. He could make them see anything but he was letting them see this. Dean had kept his gaze on Loki but managed to put more than a few paces back between them. The supervillain was a tricky one and Dean was ready for any reaction, but his gut told him he was playing this one right. And there was a deep satisfaction to it. Loki is after all was the one that did this to him. So to see him helpless and scrambling that made Dean's chest swell. "It's okay. You don't have to admit it. I know pretending is part of the kink." "Human you are out of your depths." Loki snarled, an anger flashing in his eyes. "You know not the power with which you trifle you up-jumped maggot. You are no more than a dust mote in the span of my eternal glory." "Gonna have to disagree with you. See you don't seem to realize the man you chose to play your little game with." Dean bit back, still unruffled. "I've seen more in my `puny mortal life' than you could comprehend. I've traveled through time. I've survived heaven, hell, purgatory and everything in between. I've visited alternate universe. I've withstood the fury of archangels. I've gone toe to toe with Lucifer and ganked the mother of all monster. Hell, I had deep dish with Death himself... and then I killed him. I am Dean fucking Winchester and you little boy should bow at my feet for the mayhem and mischief I've caused is something you could only dream of." "The fuck?" Fury whispered somewhere outside the cage. "It's all true." Coulson whispered back. "Where did we find these people?" He opined. Back in the cage, Loki lunged forward with a finger pointing accusatorially. "You are nothing, a mortal who got pulled into a game of fate by chance. There is nothing special of you, Dean. You were meant to be nothing more than Michael's vessel. You are simply-" "A body." Dean cut in. "My body. This body." He gestured to his magnificent form, "Is the sword of the archangel Michael. My body is a weapon, a weapon crafted to tear the very Earth asunder. The heavens themself spent millennia, nudging fate and manipulating the strands of reality all so that I might exist." Dean thundered in a voice quiet yet commanding. Loki had stopped his forward advances, his hand falling limp at his side. Dean continued his speech, "And you, Loki, revved me up. Because somewhere in the corner of that sorry beta brain of yours you wanted to feel the full force of that cosmic might fall upon you. And trust me you're going to." Loki swallowed, a quiver in his voice, "My unquenchable desire for you is merely the spell--" Dean let a hand lazily swing down in front of Loki and the tip of the god's straining cocked glitched as Dean's fingers slipped clear through it. "All that power and you're using it to pretend your cock is bigger than your bro's. Pathetic." Dean tisked. "Drop the act." Suddenly Loki's foot long raging erection dropped down to a still quite respectable ten inches. "Loki." Dean said sternly and like that his cock was suddenly only seven inches long. Loki let his eyes drift from Dean. He could see people in the crowd suppressing their giggles, mocking him for his vanity. "Keep going." Dean commanded. Loki's eyes flew back towards Dean. A panic in his tone as he cawed "But this one is real." "I don't care." Dean smiled. Loki summoned up his strengthen and said icily "And if I just ignore your orders?" "Then we never fuck." Dean replied. "You are in this just as much as I am. The spell-" Loki began But Dean again cut it. "Will be broken. There's alway a way and I can hold my own until Sammy finds it. Then you will live the rest of your eternal life knowing your one chance at this is gone." Loki sneers, cheating out almost more to the crowd than to Dean "I loathe you. And I will indulge you simply because the prayer is irrevocable and I wish to waste no more time on this madness." "Sure." Dean said sarcastically. He let his hand fall on Loki's shoulder and leaned in. "You remember the safe word, right?" Dean pulled back, his eyes glimmering with delightful mischief still. Loki didn't know what to make of the exchange, it felt somehow intimate and private. And the god did indeed remember the word Dean uttered before they began this little dance. Would he honor it? Would saying it be some sort of surrender. Loki rolled it over in his mind for a long beat. Then the god's penis shrunk another inch. "Smaller." Dean pushed on ruthlessly. Loki complied immediately this time, his penis shrunk drastically to only about three inches. "Good boy. Now turn and show all these nice people what a sad, tiny dicked excuse for a man you are." Loki opened his mouth to offer up some biting retort but the words dried up in his throat. It was useless. Anything he hurled at Dean would be sent right back at him. There was exactly one thing he could say, one word to stop this derision dead in its track. One word he refused to say. Loki was sorely feeling his new diminished capacity. Loki knew his powers lay in illusion, yet somehow after that humiliation he truly felt smaller. "Do we really need to do this?" Loki huffed. "No. But we're gonna. So get to stepping." Dean said sharply. Loki turned outward to face the massive crowd of agents, and watched as they guffawed at his subservience. Any fear he had instill in them had long since died. He went from being the greatest threat this planet had known to a joke. And Dean continued to prattle away beside him, "You know I gotta say I'm pretty disappointed. After all heard about the battle of New York I was expecting you to be a formidable foe. I mean how could it take seven heroes to stop such a weak boy? I've got you completely whipped in hours and all it took was my cock." Strangled laughs were escaping from the crowd and Loki felt a blush come to his face. He's almost certain the twig between his legs hopped in excitement and his stomach churned at the realization. Several SHIELD agents were now openly laughing. Loki watched the tension escape from their bodies, their fear evaporating. Fury noticed too. "Stay on guard, people! For all you know Loki's still lurking around and this whole perverted show is an illusion." "Oh I can prove that he's flesh and blood, Nicky." Dean "Nicky?" Fury groused. But Dean plowed on through. "Hands against the glass. Ass out." Loki's heart skipped a beat. Dean's request, Dean's order, could me only one thing. But not even the Winchester would be so bold. Loki felt himself complying, his body moving on autopilot. He pressed his hands to the plexiglass, lowered his forehead to the barrier, and stuck his butt out. In this position Loki had lost sight of the hunter, and he suddenly felt very alone. Here he was pressed to the glass with no choice but watch the armed guards who giddily awaiting his downfall. He could feel their eyes crawling on his skin. Loki's instinct was to cover himself, to lift the illusion on his genitals to simply disappear. But he knew Dean would never allow that. Wait, Dean would never allow that.... Loki was the god here. He was- "Don't even think about it." Dean's voice gruffed behind him and Loki's soul almost leapt from his body. Who was this man!? Was he truly that in Loki's head now? Had he owned him so completely? And why did Loki find succor in that. Dean's eyes swept the crowd easily picking out the giant Norse Avenger. Thor was back on his feet and clothed. He seemed to be mostly recovered from his encounter with Dean and was back to his more regal state, even if luminous hair was a bit matted. The god's eyes were squarely on the hunter. "Thor," Dean called out "Remember what we said about brothers watching brothers?" "I will guard the door." Thor volunteered dutifully. He turned his back to the display and centered his focus on the doorway. "Thanks, big guy. Sammy?!" Dean called out. "Ummm, he took a bunch of book and left a while ago," Fitz's voice came over the loudspeaker. Dean shrugged "Probably for the best." The whole time Loki felt his anxiety building. Here he was waiting to be punished, silently, patiently. Dean was chatting up randos, moving people and pieces around to his whim. The way they all listened and Dean relied on nothing more than his word. Loki would be baffled if he didn't understand so intimately. Obeying Dean was pleasure. It was an ease, an unburdening of the mind. Somehow he felt that he could trust this mortal, this man who saw through him so easily. He need only surrender himself and Dean would steer Loki where he needed to be. Loki knew he could escape. Even if he was still subject to this miserable curse he placed on himself. He could double back, find Dean later. But it'd be useless. Dean would wait for him here. And Loki would return to find him like the desperate whore he was. A bitterness grew in him at being neglected even in his own degradation, "Savor these moments, child. I'm only going along with this nonsense because of the spell that afflicts me." Dean's hand landed hard on Loki's ass, the crack of the blow echoing in the room. The force of the swing propelled Loki's body forward, his torso brushing up against the glass momentarily because settling back to its starting spot. In that one blow Loki felt his entire body go numb, well his whole body save his right ass cheek. The sweet sting of Dean's palm lingered against Loki's skin. It wasn't the force of the blow but the audacity of it, the authority of it. Loki could almost feel the blood in his body pulsing stronger, faster, eagerly rushing to the area grazed by the Winchester's touch, to illuminate the target and beg for further repercussions. "Lie to me and you get it again, bitch." Dean's voice boomed in Loki's ear. He couldn't see the hunter but in his mind he'd grown six feet and was looming above him with a sexy menace about him. "I am not a bitch-" THWACK! Dean's hand landed on his left cheek, mirroring the first blow. Loki was taken off guard by that hit. But it thrilled him. "And I wasn't lying." WHAM! A third blow landed squarely on Loki's ass and it became undeniable. Dean was spanking a god. Literally. Each slap seemed to muster just a little more force than its predecessor, as if the hunter was finding his groove in all this. But he felt so natural to Loki. The whole absurd tableaux felt correct to him. "You'll regret this, Dean!" WHACK! "Once this is done I will make sure you pay" WHACK! "I will destroy you" WHACK! Loki had this nightmare many times, or some version of it. For years he was haunted by the image of him standing in the biggest meeting hall in Valhalla naked before everyone who had known him. The hand that punished him wasn't a constant. And it certainly had never been Dean Winchester. Though it would be now. In every wet dream and fantasy to come it would be Dean's hand. It only made sense that a random mortal would the one who exposed Loki for the broken, whiny, restless child he was. "I wish I'd never planted that damned spell," Loki whimpered, the bite long gone from his voice. Dean landed the slap that followed with an extra bit of oomph. The hunter had to admit this was harder for him to slip into this role, than his encounter with Thor. That fucking had been driven by an almost carnal lust, a need for Thor. This dance was ironically lead by Loki. It had been about corralling him, controlling him. And that had proved incredibly easy as it became very apparent to Dean that Loki craved control. The hunter had been a little hesitant, especially with the god's dishonest protestations. But the more he understood Loki's actual desires, his actual requests the more natural it became. In fact, Loki's denials even began to grate on Dean. His futile lies and refusals to just admit who he was, what he wanted plucked at a cord fanned a flame of frustration deep in the mortal. Why couldn't he just admit it? Who he was, that he had wanted all this for so long? Why make Dean play these games. Dean's jaw set, he's teeth grinding into each other. His own body began to reflect the physical toll of bringing the God to task. A crest of sweat formed along Dean's forehead. And the swing of his arm sent one droplet after the next gliding down high cheeks, over his chiseled jaw. Flecks of water falling onto his flexed chest only to be urged on by the way his pectorals bulged with each swing. Dean's biceps burned and bulged, veins all over his body pushing their way to the surface. A fire burned in his eyes. With every passing second Loki became more and more alluring. Each time Dean's hand collided with Norseman's butt the god let out an adorable gasp. Unlike Thor's mewling, Loki's whines were a mix of pain and shame gliding on the heels of pleasure. Each squeal was a plea for more. And how those pleas tickled Dean, the sounds skimming on his skin. Dean was swimming in Loki's resplendent agony. After Dean landed the next blow he grunted, "You like that, huh?" "No." Loki moaned knowing it would bring him another savage blow and it did. The god could feel the hunter's frustration in his hand. "Don't lie to me, bitch." Dean snarled. For someone who was relatively rail thin, Loki did have a pert ass. The lily white flesh had begun show signs of wear so early. Loki's royal skin was so thin. Loki had endured so little in his life. He was nothing but a spoiled brat spending eons in search of a true alpha and never finding it. Never until now. "This is hell." Loki grumbled. WHACK! "Your teeny-tiny cock is leaking." Dean said. "No. It's not." Loki said breathless. WHACK! "Yes it is." Dean insisted. And boy was Loki's cock leaking. The nub between Loki's thighs was dripping strings of precum onto the floor below. Each slap sending little beads onto the glass. Dean let out an amused sigh and said, "You're going to come." "No, I'm not." WHACK! "I don't even need to fuck you." "I'm not getting off on this." WHACK! "I'm gonna slap the cum right out of you." Dean mused. "No!" Loki screamed. Yet as he did he felt, his body rocked by the orgasm and he coated the front of the case with semen. "Hey, Fitz! Does the curse end if the god in question is such a sorry useless whore that he finishes before the fucking even starts." Dean shouted. "Umm... no." Fitz's voice again rang out from above. "How much longer for the door?" Dean asked. "Only a few minutes." The other man answered. Loki's body was trembling, his ass was red and raw. He muttered, "I didn't cum. I didn't-" Dean hand fell on him and he let out a yelp, loud and sharp unlike any that had come before. Dean's hand fell on the small of his back, not as a paddle but out of precaution. "Loki, is there anything you want to say?" Dean's voice was a hushed whisper. He was close now, Loki felt Dean's body against him. Dean was asking for the safe word. He was trying to figure if he'd pushed too far, if Loki wanted this to stop. But Loki never wanted this to stop. "I didn't come." There was another heavy THWACK on Loki's ass. "You are an insatiable little slut." Dean said amused. "No. I'm a tyrant!" THWACK! "I'm strong." THWACK! "I'm intimidating." THWACK! "I'm a supervillain." THWACK! "I will conquering this realm." THWACK! "I will rule with an iron fist." THWACK! The rhythm was so soothing, almost hypnotic. Loki's need only utter some new hollow threat to be rewarded with Dean's strict reprimand. He felt his manhood harden anew as the brute manhandled him with his calloused hands. Dean greedily used Loki as a canvass, a willing and eager victim to channel all his hard earned rage at the world. And he had so much of it, suppressed and bottled away for a lifetime. "You will bow before me one day!" THWACK! Dean was so tired of hearing this same speech. "There is a darkness in me you can't imagine!" THWACK! They were all the same. Every would be ruler and demon. Brittle men too easily rattled. Wounded little children throwing temper tantrums because they were naive enough to think theirs scars made them special. THWACK! They puffed their chests and tore through the world around them carving gashes in real men like Dean. THWACK! Little men, common men who absorbed it all and had the strength to push it down. To keep themselves from insipid monologues and ploys of world domination. THWACK! These villains were a dime a dozen. Each the same, not only as each other but as those they hurt. THWACK! Stupid, THWACK! Selfish, THWACK! Injured, THWACK! Waiting for a wake up call. THWACK! And one way or another Dean loved to be their wake up call. THWACK! Dean had been so lulled by the call and response of it all that he hadn't even heard Loki's last few lies. But for some reason the next one struck him cold, "I deserve better than this." Loki braced himself for the next electric spank on his behind. There was a long pregnant pause, Dean had stopped? Or Dean had decided that wasn't a lie. Dean stayed his hand. He wasn't even entirely sure why. He was enjoying making the god writhe and Loki was lavishing his abuse. Yet somehow validating that sentence felt too far. "You hear me," Loki said his voice rising, "I don't deserve this humiliation." There was still no swat. And Loki was surprised to feel a lump in his throat. He didn't deserve this. Is that what was being said here. What did it even mean? "But do you want this?" Dean's voice crept into Loki's ear. "Of course I don't want this." Dean's hand once again found its mark on Loki's ass. A relieved, breathless whimper escaped from the god of mischief. Perhaps because he was so unprepared for it. Perhaps because he was grateful to be pulled back into the raw sexuality of the moment. But Loki's entire body lurched forward flattening against the plexiglass. Loki spun on his heels so he was now facing Dean. Fuck that man was absolutely gorgeous. He had all the menace and masculinity that Loki so keenly lacked. Dean took a step towards him, close enough for Loki to feel his breath. Loki let out a small dismissive laugh, he was slightly taller than Dean. This was the first he noticed. Dean's lips floated inches from Loki's own. Dean was silent. He was studying Loki. Was he trying to figure Loki's next move? Or did he already know? Dean seemed to keep getting there before him. And now Dean's lips were right there, waiting for him. Loki let his lips drift forward to meet Dean's only for the hunter to pull his head back. Dean's lips curled up in delight. He released a condescending chuckle that was a balm to Loki. "You think you deserve me?" Dean laughed. "No." Loki answered in full earnest. "But I want you. I want to worship you. I want you to make me feel puny and insignificant, slutty and ruined. And I may not deserve to feel those things but I want them. I want to be humiliated and I want you to do it." Loki's eyes were wide and pleading, his backside still fresh with Dean's handprints. Dean had that smug smile which had enraged Loki earlier. The waifish supervillain looked so vulnerable, and Dean knew he held his very soul in his fingers. He could snap him in two, pull him in, leave him shattered and hobbled or turn him into a loyal soldier. Dean's eyes flashed and he growled, "Took you long enough, you micro-dicked slut." Dean's eyes flit downward and Loki crumbled to his knees before him. Loki stared at the fucking log resting between Dean's legs. His balls massive balls swung low and an intoxicating musk wafted out towards the god's nose. He wondered if this was part of the spell or if Dean always smelled so masculine. Loki could feel himself beginning to salivate, he was literally drooling over this man. He pushed forward, greedy and hungry but Dean let his hips sway backwards depriving him of the taste. Instead Dean's dick, slick with his own eagerness slapped Loki along the side of face. Loki let the force of it send his head twisting to the left. The god lazily sloppily attempted to once more take Dean into his mouth but Dean landed against his cheek wet and hard. Dean stared down at the god, he looked almost strung out. Which begged the question how addicted he'd be when the real fun began. Droplets of wet were splattered all around Loki's lips, his eyes unable to focus, and his heart unwilling to stop. Dean allowed his cock to bat around his pathetic disciple absentmindedly. He shouted out towards the crowd, who looked even more scandalized (and dare Dean say turned on) by this dalliance than Dean's previous one. "Fury, am I good to start in on this whiny slut?" Dean asked. "Oh that door sealed like ten minutes ago," Fury replied. With the news, Dean let his right hand crest over the top of Loki's head and through his hair. With the just the slightest bit of pressure Dean rolled Loki's head backward, his mouth bobbing open like a Pez dispenser. Dean's cock landed on Loki's tongue and he sprung to life. He consumed Dean voraciously, immediately. His hands reaching out and grappling onto Dean's hips so he could force that glorious cock down his gagging throat. Dean didn't look down. "Were you gonna tell me?" Dean scoffed out at Fury. "I wasn't gonna try and interrupt whatever the fuck you people are doing. He's in his cage, that's all I give a shit about." Fury replied tersely. Dean redirected his attention to Loki, who was deliriously happy with the scraps he had been allowed. "What do you say we fuck you, so you can spend the rest of your life locked away in prison mentally reliving your domination." Dean grunted. Then something very unexpected happened. It started with Loki's eyes, the pale blue shifted under the light. At first they were almost aquamarine but in no time they were full vibrant green. Inside those eyes a spark of mischief and authority danced. They beckoned up to Dean, challenging him and supplicating to him all at once. They were his eyes. Loki's thin lips began to plump around Dean's aching dick and the hunter realized what was about to happen. Part of him knew he should be concerned that Loki was suddenly acting outside of his own plan. He should be concerned by what it meant. But honestly he was excited by how fucking hot it was to look down and see his face bobbing on his cock. Loki had transformed into a copy of Dean. In simply taking Dean's form Loki's presence had a noticeable shift. Loki slid his head back in one long slow stroke, his tongue dancing across the length of Dean's cock. Once Dean's member popped from his lips, Loki rose up slow and seductive until Dean was level with his clone. "Please," Loki cooed in Dean's own voice "Fuck me hard." Loki leaned forward and this time Dean did not pull away. The two men slid together like perfect puzzle piece. While Loki initiated the kiss it was Dean who was in the driver's seat. The Winchester dove forward, pushing Loki back against the plexiglass and smashing their bodies together. As Dean's tongue ever so skillfully slipped into Loki's mouth the god of mischief realized why this kiss had short circuited his brother. In fact if he wasn't leaning against a wall he may have been on the floor by now. Dean cruelly ended the kiss and whispered, "What's with the makeover? You think I'm some sort of narcissist? I won't degrade you if you wear my face?" "No." Loki said cooly. He let the silence hang for a beat, Dean wondering what Loki meant by that. Luckily this was not the time for introspection or any deep dissection. Loki continued, "I still want you to treat me like the slut that I am." "Like I need your permission, you worthless whore." Dean snarled before stealing another intense kiss. Outside the cage, the shift had reenergized the agents. Most were overwhelmed and confused but all were being very attentive. It was Fury who realized it first "It's a shell game." He muttered "Every one of you keep an eye on the real Dean Winchester. Don't let them get mixed up." He ordered. "Not for nothing but he's going to be the one on top." Coulson said dismissively. As if on cue Dean and Loki rolled along the wall to their left... only there was a new set of double Dean's standing where they had been initially. A trick by Loki clearly, but which pair was the genuine article was almost impossible to discern. Let alone which Dean was. This was quickly complicated when yet a third pair rolled along the wall their right. There were now a lot of very naked, very horny Deans slamming into a lot of very naked, very horny Deans. The real Dean, at least for the moment, was too caught up to take note of the shenanigans. He brought his kisses down his doppelgänger's neck, as his left arm slinked around behind him. Loki let out a sharp gasp as Dean's fingers ghosted over his hip. No matter what illusion he cast, Loki's ass was still raw and extremely sensitive to the touch. "You think that's bad wait till I drive my cock into it." Dean growled. "I long for the sting." Loki replied. "Spread your legs, slut. It is what you're good for." Dean instructed and Loki widened his stance as best he could, wincing in the process. Dean was unforgiving of the god's pain, his right hand hurried up Loki's inner thigh. He jabbed two fingers straight into Loki and watched the pain flick over Loki's face, his face. Loki let out an adorable whine, his face scrunching up. "You know the safe word still works," Dean reminded him. "I want this." Loki rasped "You taught me that." For all his physical fragility Loki's powers were in full force. The very impressive glamour over himself was a drop in the bucket. At this point the number of "Deans" in the cage had ballooned. There were two Deans sixty-nining in one corner, two Deans double penetrating another Dean behind them, and pairs and pairs of Deans comprising every sex pose imaginable. By now the true Dean had noticed the illusions, "Not that I don't enjoy the show. Kinda insulted you're not focusing on me." "Sorry, part of an escape plan." Loki let out a sharp yowl as Dean's finger dug into him. "You can't think it's going to work." Dean replied. "Probably not, but it's fun to try." Loki weighed Dean over for a beat, "You are nicer to me now that I'm in your face. I was kinda expecting the opposite." Dean's eyes narrowed and he pulled his hand from Loki. "Turn around." Dean ordered and Loki complied. A little swagger was just beginning to find its way into Loki's presence when his face was smashed up against the glass. Dean drove into him fiercely. Loki let out a scream so loud that it drew the attention of every last agent in the room, at least for an instant his decoys became pointless. Luckily for him, the outburst didn't necessarily prove he was corporeal. The scream only excited Dean who thrust harder, faster. The pain rose in Loki, acute. For half a moment he thought he might be at his limit. The magic word was on his tongue, but when tears formed in the corner of his eyes the word dissolved. There was an unexpected, unspeakable invigoration to the warm wetness creeping down his cheeks. "Don't just stand there, men. I wanna see cocks in your hand this instant!" Dean's voice boomed from the crowd. Before Agent Grant Ward even processed what was happening his hand was in his pants, fishing around for his dick. He wasn't alone either. The men on either side of him were doing the same. Though while they followed through with the order Ward craned around to see another one of Loki's projections. This one out in the crowd. "Are you defying a direct order, soldier." This Dean barked at Ward. Ward surveyed the room... it was happening everywhere. Loki was creating Deans throughout the crowd to shameless seduce everyone in sight. "He is trying to distract you!" Fury's voice rang out. "Fuck me harder, Dean! You sexy, sexy, sexy man. It's a privilege to survey you and Lord Loki." Fury's voice came from the doorway. Fury knew what he was about to see, but he had to check. Sure enough a projection of him was being Eiffel towered by Dean and Loki. Okay, that wasn't exactly what he expected but it was in the ballpark. The true Fury soldiered on with his orders, "Whatever Loki is throwing at you, ignore it." Coulson moved to his boss's side lending his support. "We're professionals here people. Eyes on the cell. Eyes on the real Loki." A version of Dean in a full Captain America outfit appeared between Coulson and the cage. "Oh but, Phil, it can be oh so fun to be distracted." Coulson took one step forward walking right throw the rather fetching illusion. "You're hurting my feelings, Phil." Cap/Dean pouted. Dean had to admit he was... amused by the chaos. But he hadn't lost track of what was supposed to be happening here. "Loki," Dean growled in Loki's ear. The way they were fucking gave Dean a full view of the room "What's this?" "I want to see them at their most base. I want to snicker and laugh at their depravity like they laughed at me." Loki cooed. "You silly little slut, you wanted to be humiliated." Dean replied. "They want it to. I've seen the way they've watched you, it's far more than duty." Loki moaned as Dean drove into him. "Don't lie to me. This is part of some play." Dean place his hand atop Loki's, their fingers interlacing. After his next thrust he held close to Loki, grinding up against the man's battered flesh, sending the most glorious pain radiating out through Loki's body. There was a soft squish as Loki's leg slid over a gooey stain on the cell wall. Dean scoffed, "You already came didn't you." Loki let his head roll back onto Dean's shoulder as best he could. "Almost as soon as you entered me." Loki whimpered "God, you are pathetic," Dean laughed. "You're amazing." Loki moaned, "I mean look what you're doing to all men and women out there, and they're not even spellbound." "I'm not the one doing that." Dean growled. "You could be," Loki retorted. It threw Dean. His flashy disciplinary persona faltering as he studied the trickster. What was this. "You helped me see myself, who I was, what I want, Dean. It only felt fair I do the same." Loki tried to plant a kiss on Dean but wound up smooching his jawline. Something deep in Dean's gut told him whatever game Loki was playing there was something genuinely sweet in this moment. But all moments are fleeting. The room sure was a sight to behold. Dean was out there in so many different ways and the agents, men and women, were almost to a person eating it up. The strongest remained stone face but the majority were visibly struggling to ignore their tempters. Still a small handful were fully embracing the illusion. Thor had out and out dropped to his knees and was kissing the ground before a particularly bulked up version of Dean. The hunter had to admit there was something exhilarating about this. This day had surely awoken some sense of power in him that had always tread below the surface. Then Dean noticed one of his clones strolling over to Castiel. "Get rid of them." Dean ordered Loki. "Don't try to tell me this isn't fun-" "Get. Rid. Of. Them." Dean's voice rose with anger. Dean punctuated each word with a thrust. And with each thrust the `Deans' started to flicker. But on the final word the projections all shattered to oblivion as Loki lost all focus. Dean was in his final rut and the god of mischief was riding the high. "You worthless, brat." Dean snarled "You designed another plan to fail? Still?" "Uh huh." Loki mumbled. "No one was ever going to think someone as pathetic as you was me." Dean continued. And Loki's one remaining trick began to fade until all was as it appeared. Loki's form, battered and frail, pressed against the glass. Dean eyes blazed with determination. His fingers tightened on the other man's wrists and Dean unleashed shot after shot of cum into Loki. The god's body trembled, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy as Dean filled him. Dean took a step back, allowing his cock to slide from Loki. Without the force of Dean's body on his back Loki simply collapsed onto the ground below him. He lay there in his glorious humiliation, bare and leaking Dean's cum. He was too weak to even stand and lacked the will to do so. "And what did I tell you about your cock?" Dean threw in a passing admonishment, and Loki worked up enough illusion magic to shrink his dick down to a nub. Dean, finally free of the prayer, strode clear out of Loki's cell while the god remained a puddle on the floor. "Well," Dean said looking out among the agents who were a collective array of embarrassed, relieved, and disappointed. "That was fucking weird." "Hold it right there," Fury said with his gun trained on Dean. "You're kidding me." Dean said more put out than anything. Undeterred by Fury's pistol, Dean continued towards the commander. "For all we know you're Loki disguised as Dean and the real Dean is crumpled up in that celll." Dean raised an eyebrow, "Well that's insulting." "He is the real Dean." Castiel cut in. "I kept track of him the entire time." The angel continue, "It was actually quite easy. He was the only one with the Enochian carvings on his ribs." "Oh well if a complete stranger says so." Fury threw off sarcastic. Dean reached out and pulled Nick him down into a shockingly aggressive make out session. Dean's arm snaked around Fury's hips keeping him upright when the Director began to wobble on his feet. When the kiss ended, Fury's expression was genuine surprise. "Damn," Fury responded "He's the real one." Fury turned from Dean and began barking orderers about how and where to ship Loki. Thor rejoined them from his `timeout.' And Dean felt very ready to get out of this damned room. *** The matter with Loki had been settled and Dean had managed to pick up a shower and a few hours of rest. Now full clothed and reunited with Sam, Dean found himself in Fury's office. Fury was seated at his desk and the two Winchesters were opposite of him. Castiel loomed behind them looking all dour and protective. Meanwhile Fury was flanked by Mei, her pokerface not at all affected by the events of the day, and Thor, whose eyes followed Dean like a smitten schoolboy. "So now that the whole Loki issue has been resolved we're free to go, right?" Sam asked, the younger Winchester holding the reins for this conversation. Fury placed the keys to the Impala on the desk before them, and Dean quickly snatched them up. "You can be on your way as soon as we touch down." Fury said with a nod. "Touch down?" Dean said springing to his feet, "Are you saying this whole place is a plane?!" Cas's hand landed on Dean's shoulder and he remembered to suck it up and play it cool far too late. "I'd also like you to have this." Fury said sliding a piece of paper across the table. Sam picked it up, "A phone number?" "I was impressed." Fury said. "Appreciate it, but I don't really swing that way when I'm not under a magical enchantment." Dean snarked. Sam rolled his eyes and let his head fell into his hands. "Really, Dean?" "I'll be happy to take her number though." Dean nodded at Mei, as his showboating intensified. "You're not getting my number." Mei said flatly. "But I will fuck you in the broom closet when we're done here." That last addition seemed to surprised everyone present. But Mei maintained her same stoic posture and expression. Whether it was a joke or an offer remained unclear. "Anyway," Fury said clearing his throat, "Dean I was impressed with how you handled such an unusual situation. You thought on your feet, adapted, and kept control. Since our first encounter with Thor, I've been organizing a branch of SHIELD specifically to deal with mystical threats. Now I'd love to have some specialists on staff-." Dean saw where this was going and he didn't like it, "I'm gonna stop you right there. Me and Sammy like to work on our own terms." "At least hear the man out, Dean." Sam chimed in and Dean's face dropped. Sam was on the edge of his seat, wide-eyed and bushy tailed. He wanted this. "SHIELD has proven to be a valuable ally to the Avengers, our pass cross quite often." Thor chimed in. Dean blinked. Thor also wanted this and for a reason the hunter couldn't quite pin down that made him squirm. In fact just looking at Thor too long made him realize spell or no spell, Thor seemed to be very fucking handsome. "I'm just... not a corporate kinda person." Dean turned and headed for the door. "You gonna be okay with the world ending because you're not corporate." Fury called after him but Dean continued out. Then the thing Dean feared and maybe secretly wished for occurred. Sam came hustling out of the door on his brother's heels. "Dean, I'm joining them." Dean winced, of course Sam was enlisting. This was everything Sammy had ever wished for. This was something respectable, something solid, something as normal as their lives could ever be. And hey `the man' may be uncool but being a spy, maybe even a superhero, that was awesome. Dean turned to face his brother and muttered, "Fuck." They both knew what that meant. Dean Winchester just became part of SHIELD.