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. And I do intend to have Dean in turn sleep with every member of the team. As I'm a gay man who writes m/m fiction his encounters with the MUC ladies will mostly be occurring off page. It's an ambitious fic and I have chapters in mind already for the entire original lineup and a few of the later additions. So wish me luck and stamina. Any comments or questions welcome at fanboi214@yahoo.com.
Chapter 2
"Thunder Road"
There was no one word to describe the energy in the room after Sam's revelation. The atmosphere was a potent mix of tension, self-consciousness, horniness, and curiosity. There was a room full of highly trained agents who had their guns pointed at the caged god of mischief, yet Dean couldn't help but feel he was the focus of their attention. He certainly was far more interested in the spell than Loki's imprisonment. Maybe that was the point. Loki was alternating between giddy mustache twirling and come hither winks. Thor had fallen completely silent and parked himself in front of his brother's cell.
Dean wondered if the spell had changed them physically because five minutes ago he certainly didn't notice how Thor's bosom were struggling mightily to escape the confines of his shirt. Maybe that was merely perception. Maybe Thor's chest only seemed to be heaving out because Dean was into guys now. Was he into guys now? To say he was attracted to Loki and Thor would be a gross understatement. But that meant what? He was bi? Gay? Temporarily ensorcelled? And if Dean really was seeing the world differently did that mean he was straight beforehand? In some deep unacknowledged corner of Dean Winchester's mind he'd wondered; over the years so many people had so freely told Dean that they simply assumed he was queer. It'd be easy for him to simply write it off as an aspect of his raw sexual vibe. But the truth was Dean knew how to be sexy because he knew what made other men sexy. Was that was normal for a heterosexual dude? Surely if he was... you know... by this point in his life something would've compelled him to test the waters. And he never had. So in Dean's mind all signs pointed to him being straight. He simply couldn't tell if this experience was strengthening or weakening that perception. He never been drawn to a woman quite like this. Some primal instinct in his brain was screaming at him to mash his body into that of the gods. He wanted to touch each of them everywhere and in every way. He didn't even know fully what he wanted of them only that he craved them. Dean didn't like this feeling. He didn't like asking himself these questions. Turns out he didn't have time to mull the implications anyway. Thor was heading over towards him and Dean subconsciously buttoned up his flannel overshirt.
With an outstretched arm Thor approached Dean Winchester, a man to whom he'd barely noticed. "I'm sorry my brother has involved you in his treachery." Thor apologized.
Dean met Thor's hand and a jolt of static electricity past between them. That was a hazard of being the god of thunder, an occurrence so common it was almost cliche. Dean didn't flinch, didn't even loosen his grip. That was uncommon, exceptionally uncommon for a mere human. It was small, stupid even, but Thor's interest was piqued. He wondered if this was Dean's natural state or if he'd been emboldened by Loki's foolish gambit. "No problem. He's not the first god to get obsessed with me."
Thor arched an eyebrow, "You've met gods before?"
"Just the ones I killed." Dean replied instantly.
A laugh escaped from Thor, the god so taken off guard by the comment his body reacted before his mind could process it. He lurched forward clapping one hand on Dean's back in revelry. The ever so slight upturn at the cusp of Dean's mouth silently reassured Thor the hunter's comment was in good spirit. But it wasn't a joke. His glimmering emerald eyes met Thor's. This mortal was willing, eager to stare down a god. It was galling and intriguing. The hunter was half his size, but seemed completely unafraid, unawed by him. Thor somehow knew in his gut that this man's behavior wasn't molded by any spell. This is simply who Dean Winchester was, unflinching. "I like you." Thor said flatly.
"I don't care." Dean retorted, still the tinsiest bit annoyed that the Avenger hadn't initially acknowledged his presence. Practiced as Dean was at showboating, there was an ever so brief hiccup as the energy shifted. Thor needn't guess why. He felt his own penis grow erect only seconds after Dean uttered the words of the spell. Thor knew there was a rather prominent bulge in his pants. Many of the SHIELD agents had been less than discreetly stealing glances. And as his eyes cut down at Dean's groin he observed a similar straining. Thor gathered that Dean was thrown by his own body.
Thor perhaps feeling a bit of a blush come on himself broke hard away from the Dean and headed towards Nick Fury. The Director had been interrogating Loki to no avail. The trickster kept insisting he was as surprised as anyone by the spell and its effects. Thor tossed a glance towards them. "Fury, send for me when Loki is ready for transit."
"Where do you think you're going?" Fury asked flatly.
Thor could tell that was not meant as a question but he treated it as one regardless, "My chambers."
"Lockdown means no one leaves." Fury said simply.
"I cannot remain here." Thor hissed. "I am... being affected."
"Come now brother, there are worse effects one could be under." Loki cackled.
"Thor's right," Dean said butting in "We need to be separated."
"Stand on opposite sides of the room." Fury replied bluntly.
"You don't understand-" Thor started.
"What I understand is that you two are going to need to have some self control and stop getting in my way." Fury growled. "Now come here." He lead the two men away from Loki's cell, figuring they best stop arguing in front of the prisoner. "I let anyone out of this room it creates a point of egress. For all we know Loki's plan might hinge on that."
"For all we know it hinges on you forcing us to stay here." Dean shot back.
"It doesn't." Fury asserted confidently.
"You can't be sure of that." Thor insisted.
"He's stalling. That means next step in his plan depends on someone else. Now I don't know if he's waiting for you two to get hot and heavy, me to open the door and let you out, or any of a million other things I haven't thought of. But until we know exactly what he's up to. Nothing changes. So get comfortable." Fury was not looking for input. He turned his back on Dean and Thor and returned to Loki's cage.
The next few hours passed SLOWLY. Loki continued to stonewall Fury at his every turn. Thor and Dean stood on opposite sides of the room. Thor passed he time glaring at his half brother, interrupting Fury's methodical interrogation, and not so subtly stealing glances over at Dean. Loki too kept lustily peering over at the elder Winchester, though he was much more covert. Loki hated it. Here he was in a battle of wits with Fury and his mind kept being pulled to how plump and inviting Dean's lips were. Dean was bouncing with nervous energy, pacing back and forth by the door. He was incessantly pestering Sam for some sort of breakthrough. Unfortunately, Sam's research was turning up no way to reverse the spell before it met its... natural conclusion. No one was making any progress. And the lust was mounting by the second in Dean, Loki, and Thor. It wasn't much fun for them, but Fury figured it had to be helping his case. With each passing second Loki became less focused, less calculated, more likely to break.
Then suddenly there was uproar behind him. A chorus of SHIELD agents shouted "Hold it right there!" And "Don't move!" When Fury glanced back he was shocked to find that they'd somehow been joined by a stranger, a confused looking man in a rumpled trench coat. Coulson frantically dove between this new man, and the agent's guns.
"It's okay. Keep the focus on Loki." Coulson insisted.
Fury was pissed and making no attempt to hide it. "Who the hell is this!?" He roared as he stormed towards the new arrival.
"I'm pretty sure he's Dean's guardian angel," Coulson explained. Fury arched an eyebrow and shot a disbelieving look towards the hunter.
"Cas is not my `guardian angel' just my friend who happens to be an angel." Dean sniped.
"Although Dean and I do share a profound bound." Castiel said flatly.
"Whoever he is, lockdown means no one in or out."
The angel, who had shown little to no emotion up to this point turned his attention towards the hunter. "Dean, what is happening? Why did you call me?"
"I need you to heal me." Dean grumbled.
Cas gave him a quick once-over, not any more enlightened by his observation. "You're not injured."
"It's a spell or a curse or something."
"You know I can't cure that."
"Just try!" Dean snapped clearly losing his patience.
Cas placed a hand on Dean's temple closing his eyes for a moment. "Did that... help?"
Dean took one lustful look at Thor and huffed, "Damnit."
Fury was not amused by... whatever this was. "How did he get in here? I ordered all the doors secured."
"I don't use doors." Castiel said completely.
"What do you mean you don't use doors? How do you get places." Fury asked baffled.
"I think about being somewhere and I am." Castiel said very plainly.
The bantering reduced to indiscernible chatter as Dean's attention was again viciously pulled toward Loki's alluringly waifish form. Loki was delighted but to Dean's surprise the god of mischief wasn't focused on him. He was staring at Castiel. That's when it clicked. Dean pulled his left arm through his sleeve and close to his body. "What are you doing?" Coulson chimed in.
"I'm taking over the interrogation," Dean declared as his right arm also disappeared into his shirt.
"Interrogation is an art form." Fury replied.
"Yeah, well I spent forty years in hell learning that art from demons. So I'm not exactly a novice." In one fluid motion Dean rid himself of his undershirt without disturbing the button-up above it. The tee slid over Dean's head and hit the floor.
Fury looked to Coulson who nodded, "It's true. He did."
"Where did we find these people?" Fury asked no one in particular.
As Dean approached Loki his arms snaked back into his sleeves. Then he slid his finger down the front of his shirt, popping free the top two buttons. "You know if you'd just tell him your plan we could fuck already." The air was sucked from the room, Dean's straightforwardness pulling all eyes towards him. They'd stopped dancing around the elephant.
Loki took a step forward, his mask slipping to reveal his astonishment. Though he quickly pulled it back into a smug smirk, a poor attempt to maintain the illusion of control. "As much as I'd love to fuck you, I've had no part in this horniness you unleashed upon us." Loki responded.
Dean fastened the button second from the top of his flannel and watched the disappointment bloom in Loki's eyes. The trickster was superb at the art of misdirection but Winchester was onto him. The same coy, controlling, smirk that Loki tried to project, Dean wore in earnest across his achingly pretty face. His emerald eyes danced with hunger and curiosity and victory. Loki was lost not just in the sight of him but the energy radiating off Dean. The man had been the personification of sex moments ago but now he was owning it. Even just the hint of his chest peaking out the top of his shirt was enough to make Loki feel feral. He didn't know why, it wasn't the most sculpted male form he'd ever seen. But it was Dean's. It was the man he'd been seeing when he closed his eyes. It was the man he'd been yearning for from inside his cage. And Loki felt such massive relief at the idea that things were moving towards their inevitable conclusion. To see it reversed, to lose that button literally pained him. Dean spoke in a stern voice "You tell me the truth and I undo one of these buttons. You lie to me and we go the opposite way. Understand?"
"I understand the concept." Loki sneered haughtily. Then he paused a beat, staring at the buttons in anticipation. "That was the truth. According to your rules you must undress further."
"No. That didn't count." Dean said with a self-satisfied defiance that made Loki's blood boil and his cock surge in its confines. Who was this mortal that he dare to speak to a god with such recklessness? What a foolish thing Loki had done to tie himself to the whims of this gorgeous creature. He'd enslaved himself to be so easily wounded by glance of flesh. It was absurd. He knew he couldn't stand for it, as he subconsciously chewed his bottom lip and prayed that shirt simply disintegrate on its own.
"Here's your first shot," Dean began, "When did you first meet me?"
"In the back of your car earlier today." Loki replied quickly.
A pitiful gasp escaped the mischief god's lips as Dean buttoned the top button on his shirt. The tantalizing hunter was now fully covered up. Dean didn't know the exact truth. But he knew the other man was lying. He could read it in him and he'd primed Loki to lie to him. It was important to establish stakes in this situation. Dean had to show a willingness to follow through. For in truth he wanted nothing more than to rip off his clothes and hurl himself at Loki or Thor, to explore every square inch of their bodies. His initial weirdness and gay panic had been burned away by the sheer strength of his unebbing arousal. And as he swaggered before the prisoner playing the tempter... he liked it. God did he like it. He kept his voice still and simply repeated "When did you first meet me?"
"Back in March. You were investigating a case outside of Denver. I posed as part of the local sheriff's department." Loki admitted. And the top button became undone once more.
"See. Easy." Dean replied with a Cheshire grin. He thought back to the case, they had been investigating angel deaths. Turned out to be a turf war between some fallen angels and demons. Dean's theories were growing stronger. "That was months before your invasion, why we were you spying on us."
"I was considering my escape options in the case of an emergency." Loki admitted.
Dean flicked the second button open and took a step towards the cage with ravenous excitement. "And why that case?" Loki paused, mulling his response. Dean's fingers were already on the third button, twisting back and forth in anticipation of releasing it. It'd be the closest to shirtless Dean had come yet, and most importantly Loki wouldn't lose ground. He was making a calculation in his mind and Dean whispers "If it helps, I already know the answer."
Loki's eyes flit up towards the hunter, measuring his excitement ,his own crushing arousal. Dean knew. He knew it all. "Because that case involved angels." Loki gritted out.
"Good boy," Dean whispered as the next button on his shirt fell. Those words sent a shiver up Loki's spine. The way they were whispered like they were for him only, not their assembled audience. They seemed mocking but the tone was actually affectionate. Dean must want to fuck as much as he does by this point, possibly more if he was getting these feelings at double strength.
"So you didn't just stumble across us when running?" Dean asked.
"Of course not," Loki answered without even thinking. "It was a carefully orchestrated plot to put me in your midst."
Dean unfastened the next button and his shift drifted open further. The top of his abs now peering out at the sides of his flannel spread away from each other. "I know. I just wanted to give you another button."
"Oh, so you're good cop now? I thought I was dealing with the mean old bad guy." Loki mocked.
"I'm horny cop." Dean growled in a baritone. "I want exactly what you do. Because of you. Because the thing you did. But you are the one preventing us from getting it. I see it all Loki. I see what you were planning. I see where it went wrong. And most importantly I see how there is absolutely no danger you'll get out if we fuck. But until you come clean we can't do that. Admit why you're stalling." Dean was practically against the glass of the cell. His body vibrating with anger and eagerness.
"I am stalling because my backup plan has already failed! And buying I am buying time as I desperately try to think of some way out of this. But I can't because of you! You are in my head and screaming in my bloodstream, Dean Winchester. No matter how I attempt to plot or plan my mind is full of thoughts of you, you and your pillowy lips, your tempting cock, your pert ass, your tantalizing walk, your beguiling smile, your condescending empathy, your very gait, they flood my mind." Dean looked so immensely pleased with himself, which made Loki want to wipe him from existence.
With a pop the penultimate button on Dean's shirt fell. Loki hated how anxious he was for the last button to give way. "What went wrong with your plan?" Dean pressed.
"Him," Loki hissed, his eyes cutting bitterly towards Thor, who now had a hand fully down his pants, "He was not supposed to be here when the prayer was read."
"Of course not." Dean said with a knowing nod. "You set up the plan before the Avengers kicked your ass. You had no idea that Thor would even be a factor." Dean's nimble fingers unfastened the final button and that the shirt drifted open. The overshirt hung on either side of his chest, framing his torso. His body was surprisingly muscular but still lean and lithe. Dean wasn't a beefcake, yet somehow he radiated a sexual energy that was off the charts. The truth is it was all in his attitude and he had plenty of it. "One button left," Dean taunted and cooed all at once. He let his index finger slide down between his pecs, through his six pack, and stopping on the snap at the top of his jeans. "So the million dollar question, what was the plan?"
Loki's breath caught in the back of his throat. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the bulge in Dean's crotch. He could feel himself salivating in anticipation. He need only say the right words and Dean would be released. Loki was confident that Dean had put the pieces together by now. And he'd already laid himself so bare before these people. He had all to win by coming clean yet the final confession couldn't be forced past his lips. It felt too much like a loss. He was hopelessly torn and dragging his heels for any sort of reply. Then Thor bellowed, "For all that is good tell him already!"
The god of thunder's interruption managed to break the vice grip Dean had on Loki's attention. He snapped his head to the side to sneer at his brother. Then he broke back towards Dean and said with a smirk, "I never had a plan."
Dean, for his part, had been so drawn into the tête-à-tête that he'd practically forgotten that he and Loki weren't the only two people in the room. But now that the bubble had burst he realized that the vast majority of SHIELD agents were pointing more than just guns in this direction (The male ones at least). The energy of the room crackled with unadulterated filth and horniness. And Thor, his massive body heaving as he was nearly consumed with lust, was a sight to behold. But Dean had come too far to relinquish the drivers' seat now. He had gotten Loki to the precipice.
The expectation was that Dean would resort to rebuttoning his shirt to punish Loki for the `lie'. But that's not what happened. In fact Dean's hands went nowhere near the fabric, for Dean had a realization of his own. Loki's lie had been so deliberate, so obvious it meant only one thing. Loki was trying to punish Thor. Dean's head cocked to the side. "You hate him more than you want me." Dean stated, intrigue in his voice.
"That is no surprise." Thor growled. "He's been nothing but jealous since we were but small children."
"That so?" Dean asked before sending a pointed look to Loki.
"No. You wouldn't dare." Loki's face dropped as he saw Dean's scheme.
"Big guy, wanna lose the shirt and get over here." Dean nodded to Thor, who didn't need to be told twice. The cape hit the ground first. Then came the clanging of armor and gauntlet until Thor was wearing nothing more than some thinly stretched pants and his boots. Now it was Dean's turn to salivate at the sight of this chiseled figure coming towards him like an overeager puppy. Each step caused his magnificent tits to bounce. His hair blew in the breeze like the cover of a romance novel. The sheer size of him, the pound for pound muscle. Dean was, admittedly somewhat in awe. And for a brief moment he remember how terrified he was hours ago. He remembered that he'd never actually done anything sexual with another man. He wondered if that man's ravenous gaze would give way to disappointment when panic set in. But those tits... god those tits. Dean Winchester would always know how to handle tits. Whatever had brought him this far, spell or instinct or ungodly urges, he need only lean into them. For Now Thor was inches away from him, his giant frame consuming Dean's entire frame of vision. Dean's hands were pulled magnetically to Thor's breast each spreading out across one massive pectoral. "Fuuuuuuuuuck," Dean found himself muttering.
"You like?" Thor beamed proudly.
"Not as much as you're going to." Dean let one of his thumb run over Thor's nipple, eliciting a brief moan from the god.
"You take this...this debauchery one step further and I will never confess a thing. We will all be stuck in this room until we die." Loki spat out.
"Then tell me now." Dean said willing himself to tear his eyes off Thor and back to Loki. Loki held his gaze a beat, but unable to bring himself to admit checkmate he turned away. "Good. I was hoping you'd hold out a little longer."
That jab stuck in Loki's craw. It was a poor negotiating tactic, but Dean was genuinely terrified his fun would be cut short before he'd had any. His eyes rose to meet Thor's. "I know that our judgement is... influenced. If you're not comfortable. If I push too far just say the word."
"That will not be a problem." Thor said quite positive.
Dean wound around Thor, admiring his body as a whole. Dean had never really noticed how sexy a man's back could be before. But standing behind Thor it became apparent just how much muscle there was. From behind he somehow seemed more broad all the way across. And there was, of course, the fact that Dean had never in his life seen a fatter ass. He took a step closer, pressing his body to Thor from behind. Dean was about a head smaller than Thor, yet somehow they fit together perfectly. Dean's eager bulge notched just under Thor's bubble butt, making its presence very known. Dean head rested on Thor's right shoulder, and the hunter playfully nipped at the god's earlobe. Dean's hands snaked around Thor's flanks returning to their now familiar homes on his bosom. "You are spectacular." Dean cooed in Thor's ear. As he spoke, Dean let his fingers ever so delicately trace the outline of Thor's areola.
Thor took in a sharp breath as his body felt the jolt of the other man's touch. "You are quite skilled with your hands."
"You like that; wait til you feel what I can do with my tongue." Dean said seductively.
"You think this crassness will force cooperation out of me?" Loki squawked in dismay.
"Actually at this point I'm really hoping it won't." Dean replied without so much as redirecting his attention towards the cell.
Thor laughed gleefully at that response. He shot his brother a victorious grin and said, "Truly I must thank you for the inspiration, brother. For however good you suspect this feels know that the pleasure of it is at least ten times greater."
Dean planted butterfly kisses along the nape of Thor's neck as he slithered around the hunk's body. Dean peered over Thor's left shoulder,"You can tell Fury your plan whenever you want."
"Don't you dare." Thor scolded Loki. Loki of course considered that this was reverse psychology. Even Thor was capable of such. And it would be a wise play, but Thor seemed so genuine in his enjoyment. The mischief god once more found himself conflicted because of his stubborn desire to withhold the win from his captors.
By now Dean's rotation had brought him to the front of Thor. The hunter peppered kisses down Thor's neck, slinking down to Thor's blastedly prominent pectorals. Dean took Thor's nipple into his mouth and the god of thunder's head flew back words. His eyes glazed over and he grunted "Yes."
Loki snapped, "You weren't even the one who was supposed to read the damned prayer."
"Shut up, Loki!" Thor boomed, thunder echoing in the distance.
"I had figured Samuel would read it," Loki grumbled.
Dean pulled back from Thor's chest, and the god let out a not so subtle whimper. But to his relief the other man at least turned around and nestled up against him. Thor's arms slipped around Dean's waist pulling him close.
"You wanted to fuck my brother?" Dean asked icily.
"That was part of the plan, yes. But it was more practical than that. He is the more magical of the two and he certainly would't be able to weaponize sexuality in the manner you are."
It was at this point Fury stepped forward. "Focus. Give me the plan."
"If my oaf of my brother wasn't here, you wouldn't have realized anything was amiss when the spell revealed my true form. I thought you'd cart me off into some holding cell expediently and later once the Winchesters realized what was happening Dean would send his pet angel to bring me to cure Samuel." Loki sneered.
"And what reassurance do I have Dean here won't spring you for his own satisfaction?" Fury asked. He bought the explanation but wasn't sure that changed the situation.
Fury was silent a beat. Dean disentangled himself from the Avenger, "I can show you an angel ward. Added it to the cell and we couldn't spring him if we wanted to."
"But as long as this spell is still active you'll be motivated to help him escape in some manner. And your motivation will only grow stronger."
"Then let us do what we must to lift the spell." Thor said returning from his haze of pleasure
Dean spun to face him, "You mean that I should fuck you two?"
"Well, me at least." Thor replied, his voice less dreamy and more serious. "SHIELD should keep searching for a solution so you never have to set foot in my brothers cage, but Dean... how long am I to endure this feeling? I can't abide it any longer". There was a ravenous look in Thor's eye, the light dancing off his muscles as he lurched forward towards Dean.
"You promised to stop if I came clean." Loki fumed.
"You tried to conquer the Earth a month ago. No one cares what you want." Some SHIELD agent barked from the crowd.
The fact that run of the mill, non-bewitched, men were actively rooting for the thunder god to rail him would fluster Dean a day ago. It brought a smile to his face today. Dean's eyes drank Thor in. The stubble of a beard, accentuated his square jaw. As he moved closer, every goddamned muscle in his body flexed. "You want to keep going... right here? In front of SHIELD?"
"As do you." Thor stated confidently "I felt it in your touch, Dean Winchester. My body burns for this and ever passing second is an agony. I may not have the words of my brother but the need he expressed... you can't tell me you don't feel it just as much for me." Dean didn't realize he was moving backward until his back touched against Loki's cell.
"This is not supposed to happen!" Loki stomped the ground
Dean let his head loll to the side as Loki devolved into a hissy fit over his shoulder. "You can't expect me to turn down a slutty blonde with a huge rack."
Thor's meaty hand landed on Dean's hip, "So you'll let me take you?" Thor's eyes gleamed with excitement.
"No. I'll be the one taking you." Dean replied his hand falling on Thor's hip to mirror the god's movements.
An amused laugh rose from Thor's gut, "Dean, I am much larger than you."
"And that'll be part of the fun." Dean countered, feeling the weight of Thor's body looming over him. The taller man looked down at him with a mix of admiration and disbelief. Dean simply smoldered back. Thor's body sank down against Dean's. His lips hovered inches away from the hunter's mouth.
"Are you truly going to let this happen!?" Loki squawked at Fury.
"You could always tell them how to reverse their prayer." Fury said with a shrug.
"It can't be reversed" Loki whined.
"Then you only have yourself to thank." Fury replied.
"Dean, I have never been... penetrated before." Thor said, his voice suddenly dropping to a poor attempt at a whisper.
"And you think I have?" Dean countered
"I'll be gentle." Thor promised, nuzzling the other man.
"I won't." Dean responded without hesitation and Thor's heart skipped a beat. Their lips brushing against one another at this point. Dean could certainly understand the appeal of being consumed by Thor's presence, by feeling this blanket of power and muscle around him, in him. And maybe had they talked just a little longer he'd have been the one to compromise. But Dean's lips met Thor's.
The god's body became one raw nerve. He felt that kiss in the tips of his toes to the core of his soul. He couldn't tell you what exactly Dean was doing. He felt on hand on his hip, the other on his neck. Dean's tongue was invading his mouth, claiming him. And Thor's knees felt weak, literally. The god was so lightheaded, lost in the sensations of Dean's passion that he felt his legs give way beneath him. He landed on his knees, eye level with the bulge in Dean's jeans. He could see the outline of Dean's dick so clearly begging for relief. And he felt drawn to worship it. The god's eyes drifted up, an adorable look of genuine surprise and hope played on Thor's face. For he wasn't sure how he got here, but now it felt like it was where he should be. "Go ahead," Dean said reassuringly. He let his thumb run over the clasp in his jeans. The force of Dean's erection made quick work of his zipper. The pants nearly split at the seams to reveal the very clear outline of a rather impressive cock. Thor ran his tongue along the length of the outline savoring the hint of taste that had made it through the fabric. And when Dean let out a low growly moan, Thor felt his enormous chest swell with pride. Dean smiled down, letting a hand glide through Thor's long golden tresses. With a natural smile he asked, "You like that?"
"You are divine, Dean Winchester." Thor responded in absolute awe.
The air in the room crackled with an astonished silence. The day had been so thoroughly bizarre that two formerly straight men fucking in the midst of a heavily monitored room full of SHIELD agents wouldn't even have been that shocking. And Dean had managed to enthrall pretty much everyone with his magnetic confidence and puckish sexual energy. Yet it felt a whole different thing to see a very god on his knees before Dean, buzzing with an insatiable hunger and bottomless reverence for the hunter. Thor was publicly, openly prostrating himself at the altar of Dean, lost amongst his most craven impulses. Dean's cock sprang from its prison, as the last scraps of Dean's clothes were spread across the floor.
To no one's surprise Dean had a remarkably impressive cocks, ten inches long and thick. To Thor the taste of Dean was more addictive, more intoxicating than the strongest mead. The god lacked in technique but his enthusiasm more than made up for it. And in truth there was nothing quite as exhilarating as looking down and seeing such a hulking figure of a man gagging on your cock. Dean felt like there was no force in the universe strong than him at this moment. "Slow down," He said gently.
Thor forced himself to take a breath, his heavy lust laden eyelids fluttered up at Dean. "I'm sorry. I..." Dean could see whispers in confusion in the god. Like if he thought too much he may wonder how he'd gotten here. "The spell..."
"You're doing amazing," Dean reassured, "Just pace yourself." Thor nodded and went back to savoring Dean's cock.
"You certainly have him cowed." Loki said in amusement.
Dean glanced over his shoulder. "I'll get to you later. For now turn around."
"You torture me with his gratification but deny me the pleasure of his humiliation." Loki objected.
"First of all, you feeling humiliated Thor?"
"Gods no.... Mmmmm.... I don't know what you are, Dean.... Mmmm, but it is more than mortal." Thor answered between laps.
"Relax your throat," Dean said reveling in the compliment. Thor followed the command and Dean slowly eased his way into Thor's mouth. For all the man's protestations of `inexperience' he was swallowing a rather big cock fairly easily. As the length fully disappeared and his nose rested in Dean's crotch, Dean put a gentle hand to the back of his head to hold him in place.
Then he returned his attention to the man responsible for all this, "Secondly, I'm about to fuck your brother. No one should have to watch their brother having sex." Dean said and then shouted up to the rafters, "Understand that Sammy?"
"You don't have to worry. He hasn't lifted his eyes from the books in the past two hours." A voice came over the loudspeaker, Fitz if Dean remembered correctly.
"And I'd gladly give up my ability to hear." Sam's voice came on. Followed by a muttered, "I hate my life."
With the stars finally all aligned Dean slid his hips back until his cock escaped from Thor's lisp with a loud pop. Thor let out a gasp, both for air and for his new toy to be returned. "You're a fucking natural," Dean smiled down. He beckoned the god to his feet.
Thor sprung back up, pouncing forward and scooping Dean into another roiling lip lock. A few moments in the bodybuilder once more began to swoon, only this time Dean's arms kept him from going off kilter. When their mouths broke, Thor was simply radiating lust. "What are you doing during our kisses?" Thor wondered breathlessly.
"My secret." Dean winked. "So what do you think, big guy. We taking this to the next level?"
"That question seems unnecessary." Thor responded.
"You seemed pretty insistent that you should be on top..."
"I was wrong, Dean. I want you to shove your glorious cock into me."
"I just want to make sure it's not the spell talking or anything..."
"Dean I need you to fuck me," Thor spat, "And I'm relatively certain you just wanted to hear me say that."
Dean grinned, "It was pretty hot."
"I imagine."
"Alright, pants off and on all fours please."
Dean couldn't tell if Thor was truly into the curtness or just into him, so he decided to dial it back a smidge. As Thor disrobed, Dean surveyed his adoring audience. "If any of you want to start masturbating I wouldn't object." He groused.
"I would." Fury interject. "Eyes on the prisoner. Hands on your weapons."
"If I'm too much of a distraction we could take this elsewhere." Dean retorted.
"We remain on lockdown." Fury said pointedly.
Dean not so subtly let his eyes sink down to the bulge in Fury's own pants before muttering, "Whatever you need to tell yourself."
"Boy, I could slap you." Fury snapped back.
"Director, I only started sleeping with guys today. How many men can I be expected to flirt with at once?" Dean jibed.
Fury narrowed his eyes, "Watch yourself."
"If only I could." Dean grinned.
Thor had managed to get wholly nude by now. His foot long cock twitching and leaking as it jutted out aggressively. Dean had, in his heart of hearts been hoping his dick was bigger than a god's. That would be cool. But given the situation he could settle for this. Thor got down on the ground, arching his back something fierce and sticking his ass up to be mounted. Dean licked his lips as he walked over.
Dean positioned himself behind the eager god and placed one hand on the side of his ass. "I'm gonna get you ready, first" he explained. He slid one slicked finger into the Thor's virgin ass, gauging how he would take any intrusion. The braced for entry but let out a moan nonetheless. "You good?" Dean asked.
"More." Thor begged. Dean was impressed at how quickly the other man made the request and happy to oblige. He added a second finger to Thor's hungry hole and watched as his cock twitched. Dean plunged his fingers in and out of Thor, making slight adjustments to pace and position. All the while noting every noise of pleasure and pain, every tense of the muscle the Avenger displayed.
"Last one." Dean stated. Thor answered with only a grunt. Yet Dean knew it was a grunt in the affirmative. It truly was the first time Thor had ever `bottomed.' It was an odd feeling, not without some discomfort but also full of new and exciting sensations. He could feel his heart thrumming in his chest in wicked anticipation. Dean's fingers slid out of him and he knew the moment was here.
Thor felt the head of Dean's cock rest against his hole, preparing to enter. One hand fell on Thor's shoulder to secure him, while the other steadied his waist. The moan escaped Thor's lips before he even registered what was causing it. Dean had begun to ease into him and it was tripping some sort of reflexive behavior. His mind divorced further and further from his body. He could not focus or put more than a few second of concentration on anything when his brain simply screamed "More! More! More!"
Once the entirety of Dean's dick was buried in Thor's magnificent ass, the hunter leaned forward. He draped his body over the other man's broad frame to lay a kiss upon his shoulder. "You're so tight. You're doing amazing."
"You are fucking amazing." Thor panted.
Objectively Dean was fucking amazing. And most importantly amazing at fucking. He may have never been with a man before, but he'd done anal. And more to the point he knew how to give his partner an experience they'd never forget. Dean knew how to work a slow steady pace to build up his lover's need. He knew how to rotate his hips and adapt his strokes to how the bottom responded. A clap of thunder rang outside and Dean knew he'd found the prostate. "You like that." Dean snarled. Mercilessly replicating the stroke two more time to nothing but the sputtering of Thor.
Dean gave Thor's `magic button' a rest. The hand that had been placed on Thor's shoulder to reassure lifted ever so slightly, the tips of Dean's fingers just brushing at Thor's skin. Static electricity sparked like crazy between their bodies and the tingling thrilled Dean. This man of strength and size had been reduced to the quivering, cooeing mass of muscle beneath him. While neither man could see it from their angle, Dean's own chest swelled. His eyes burned with dominance. As his cock slowly tantalized Thor with its in and outs, Dean's finger made their way down the other man's spine. "Harder," Thor managed to eek out.
"When I'm ready." Dean answered deliberately slowing his pace and getting a whine from Thor.
"You said you wouldn't be gentle." Thor managed to say.
Dean's eyes shined, a hint of darkness in his smile. He scooped up Thor's long locks and pulled his head back by the mane. Thor's mouth hung agape, drooling. His eyes vacant. Dean had broken him so completely, his muscles pulsed as the smaller man yanked his head backward and drove his monstrous cock into him. "You want rough."
"Yes. Please. Dean. Please." Thor sputtered. Then suddenly Thor was empty. "Dean? Dean!?"
"On your back. Leg's in the air." Dean's instructions landed coldly.
Thor was all too eager to follow them. His body was trembling and glistening with sweat. His vision literally blurry outside of Dean's presence above him. Thor had never seen a more beautiful or wicked sight in his life. The smaller man grabbed Thor's ankles and happily manhandled the god. With a firm yank Thor found his massive thighs on either side of Dean's waist. "Lock your ankles." Dean ordered. As Thor's legs wrapped round the hunter's back, Thor felt Dean's cock easing back into him.
"The stronger you hold the more hands free I can be." Dean said and instantaneously Thor's legs became a vice. Dean drove down straight into Thor's prostate with a hungry grin. His hand reached out and wrapped around the god's aching shaft. It was already sticky from the buckets of precum he'd been leaking. "You really are a slutty one, huh?"
"Yes." Thor panted.
"Say it."
"I'm a slut." Thor moaned, the pressure from Dean's cock mounting as the hunter let his hips remain still. His nimble figures dancing along Thor's dick.
"Whose slut?"
"Your slut. I'm your slut Dean." The god's toes curled, his finger uselessly clawing at the floor for something to hold. Those word seemed to make Dean quite happy, and that in itself pleased Thor.
Dean never felt like this before. For a fleeting instant he wondered the exact influence of the spell. Had he ever been this dominant with any woman? Could he be? Was all gay sex this raw? Was Thor always this submissive at his core? Was Dean merely responding in kind to what the god wanted? Because Thor so sorely wanted it. His face was flush, his eyes dripping in lust. The long blonde hair matted with sweat, a few errant strands sticking to his shaking muscles. Dean's firm grip on that log of a cock was keeping the cum at bay, but he would burst soon. The God's hip bent ever so slightly upward, to allow Dean access to him. And so his abs were perfectly positioned to show off his divine eight pack. With each downward thrust of Dean's hips, Thor's massive tits jiggled and that seemed to fill Dean with glee. His stroked became harder, faster, a game the elder Winchester was paying to see how fast he could make those pecs jump.
Then there was the thunder. A dull roar from somewhere outside at first, the booming grew. Louder. Closer. Again and again. The closer Dean drove the god to climax the more it felt like a hurricane was just beyond their door. Thor's very body was radiating electricity as Dean let his remaining hand glide across the man's obscene abs. Dean wasn't sure what Thor felt but the sting was pleasant to him, a gentle tingle. That's why Dean let his hand makes its way all the way up to Thor's pec. Lingering over Thor's nipple he created a constant stream between the two surfaces. Thor felt something and he enjoyed it. Dean could tell by the way he squirmed under his touch.
Dean locked eyes with the god, as he felt the pressure mounting within in. "We're gonna cum now."
"Uh, huh." Thor managed to moan out. His eyes being overtaken by lightening "Do it. Fill me, Dean." The lights of the room flickered and Dean vaguely recognized some protest from Fury in the background but it was far far too late for that. Dean let himself go. His dick erupted sending shot after shot of warm cum into the hungry god. Thor's own climax came in unison and his seed poured down onto himself, splattering against his chest and face. His final cries of pleasure drown out by a mighty thunder clap.
The room lit up, lightning flying in all directions. Agents ducked and fled from the errant bolts. The rooms electronics shorted from overload and everything when dark. Things were pitch black for a long beat and by the time the back up generators kicked back in the god of thunder lay splayed out on the floor marinating in semen and sweat, as Dean's essence oozed from him. He was in euphoric afterglow, unable to move a muscle.
Dean stood above him, struggling for breath as his mind tried to find solid ground and whatever sexual mania overtook him faded. His angry, carnal face melting back into its pretty angelic features. His muscles sore from use, but his cock straightening back to life as unlike Thor his journey with this spell hadn't yet reached it's conclusion.
There was panic around him but he was mostly oblivious to it. The soldiers seemed less focused on the men in the center of the room. They were scampering about in bustle and confusion. Dean noticed the exterior door had been shorted out by Thor's climax. Then he cast a weary eye towards the cause of this mischief. Only Loki's cell was empty. "Shit." Dean muttered.