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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      The_Avengers_(Marvel)_-_All_Media_Types, Thor_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Loki/Thor, Loki/Steve_Rogers
  Character:
      Loki_(Marvel), Thor_(Marvel), Steve_Rogers
  Additional Tags:
      Yaoi, Rape, Alternate_Universe_-_Modern_Setting, Alternate_Universe_-
      High_School, Alternate_Universe_-_College/University, Half-Sibling
      Incest, Alcohol_Abuse/Alcoholism, Sexual_Abuse, seperate_worlds, Shounen-
      ai, Birthday_Party, Thor_Is_Not_Stupid, Alternate_Universe_-_Human, Love
      Triangles
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-03-01 Updated: 2017-10-28 Chapters: 3/? Words: 6296
****** Asgard Academy Boarding School ******
by silverstarquartet
Summary
     In a world where loki and Thor were raised as a human but in separate
     environments, will they befriend each other or will their
     relationship evolve into something more??
***** Under the Moonlight *****
The moon was high and the stars were bright. Twinkling infact. Showing
different constellations of the different zodiac both Chinese and Western. But
even that did not cover what was going on in the Heather household.
“Loki, dear, here. I bought you this necklace. It may not be much but I bought
it with all my wages just to show you how much I love you. Happy seventeenth
birthday, sweetheart.” the woman said. He gently took the silver and green
tinted necklace in his slender fingers. He studied the chain for a moment
before going to the cross with a small emerald gem in the middle. The color
green, for some reason, made him feel at ease. He has once tried dying his hair
green but because of how black his hair was, the color faded quite fast. She
smiled creasing her tired eyes from fatigue and old age. Loki smiled a bit. He
knew that she was trying show him some kind of love and hope before his father
came home. It grew quiet for a moment. He glanced around the kitchen. He lived
in an old apartment complex in Some where in San Diego. His family was poor.
And not just the normal poor the kind of poor that would make you pity the
family. His mother, Karen worked as a maid at the Langston's mansion. His
father worked two jobs and was always drinking when he was at home. He drank
mostly whiskey and moonshine. Whatever made him drunk the fastest at a cheap
price, he’d grab it and chug it down faster than a dehydrated athlete in the
middle of an important game. When that would happen, he went to the tolerable
parent to the irritable, abusive enemy that you had to fight to survive for the
rest of the night.
There were footsteps coming up the stairs from the hallway. Both the mother and
the son knew that it was him. It was late in the night which meant that he was
going to drink more than he usually does.
“Quick honey, hide it before he sees it.” Karen said in a slight panic. Loki’s
heart started to beat fast. He could feel the repeated thumps of his heartbeat
in his throat. Soon it was all he could hear.’thump-thump….thump-thump’ he
hesitated for a split second and rushed to his room on the far end on the
hallway. The light was dimly lit and the wallpaper was peeling off in small
strips.He opened the door quickly and went in his closet and reached on the old
eaten away shelf for something. He put the necklace in a small silver-painted
wooden box that he had ever since he could remember. It had always been a part
of him.
He heard the door open and slam shut with heavy footsteps trailing after them.
The sound of an abnormally heavy duffel-bag dropping to the floor made him jump
a bit. Although, this is routine, he shouldn’t be surprised at any of this. He
stayed in his barren room for a moment . Standing there, holding his breath.
Hoping that his father won’t notice that he’s not in the living room serving
the devil’s water to him with a fake smile. Covering up his true murderous
feelings toward that cursed man. He sat on his bed and relaxed a bit. ‘Maybe
mother got him his whiskey tonight...’ he thought. He leaned back, feeling the
cool evergreen sheets against his back and looked up at his ceiling. His room
was decorated with old cut-up photographs of his friends all strategically
pinned to his wall in one big collage in front of his cherry wood desk that
stood in front of his apartment window. He took one deep breath and leaned over
the bed and picked up a cigarette that sat alone on the old nightstand that was
covered with stickers of his favorite Marvel characters. From Iron-Man to
Deadpool they too was in a collage, but not as neat as the one that surrounded
the window by his desk. He reached his hand into his slightly baggy black
skinny-jeans and took out a small metal lighter. With one flip, he opened the
item and ignited the flame and lit the cold cigarette that now was sandwiched
between his peach lips. The cigarette burned and the paper fell into ash. He
took a second deep breath, taking in the tobacco filled smoke into his lungs
and exhaled through his nose, letting the smoke dissipate into the air. The
feeling of added relaxation swept over him as he picked out a comic book from
his shelf that stood tall opposite of his desk. “The Punisher” it read. The
feeling of worn out pages rubbed through his hands and he flipped through the
chapter. He’d already read this comic over thirty times telling from the small
rips and tears on almost every page.
“No! Don’t!” The sound of a body being slammed into a table and glass breaking
meant that it was time to face his father no matter what he did to him. He’d
already gotten past his pain barrier and can take almost anything he throws at
him.
“Loki! Run!!” Shouted his mother in pain. He opened the door and saw his father
hunched over her like a lion on his prey. He pulled her by the hair and dragged
her to their room with a thick blood smear trailing after her. He threw her in
there like a stray dog and locked the door behind him. He closed the door shut
and turned the lock. The sound of the click made him panic a bit. He glanced
over to the only window in his room and ran to it.
“Loki! Yous’e summ’va bitch! Let me in!” He hit the door with his fists over
and over again. He knew that the lock won’t hold forever. He turned his
attention to the window and pulled back the curtains and slid it open. His
father hit the door again but this time, he broke a hole through it.
“Loki!!” He yelled in an angry tone. Loki quickly glanced back. He felt the
beating of his heart back in his throat beating faster and faster and time
passed by. Second by second. Time passed. His father reached his arm through
the gaping hole of the wooden door to unlock the door.He went to put his arm
out into the cold night air until a freezing black metal bar stood in his way.
“No.. No this can’t be!” He whispered to himself.He had to think of an
alternative escape away from the bastard.If he could get around the large brute
and make it to the front door, then he’s home free. But first he needed to trap
the drunk somewhere. The sound of the door creaked open making Loki spin around
to the sound. He glanced to his father’s hand and noticed that he held a half
full whiskey bottle. His father never came in his room before and he could
never understand why. Why all of a sudden now ? The size the older male blocked
the whole doorway. There was nowhere to run. For the first time in his life, he
was trapped. His father grabbed Loki’s shoulder-length hair and threw him to
the bed. He ripped his pants down, ignoring that the zipper got caught on his
manhood, ripping some skin off. At this point, it was over. All of it. Every
morsel of his pride, or what was left of it, gone.
“Agh!” the younger male yelled. His father stuck his left index finger into his
not ready back entrance.Loki tried to pull away but his father grabbed his hips
with his other hand, holding him into place.
“This’s waht yous’es like ?! Fuckin’ othr’ boys?” He yelled.”I’ll show,yous’e
ah lessin” He said. Loki looked in the broken mirror that was embedded in the
headboard on his bedand saw the devilish smirk on his face. His father finger
fucked him. Being rougher and rougher than the first time. A bit of blood
dribbled out of the irritated and puckered hole and onto the once clean sheets.
The sound of groans came from Loki’s mouth. He was in pain. He’s done it with
other guys that he dated but they were gentle to him. They caressed his body
with warm kisses and showered him with love. The subtle hickies that were left
on his collarbone, the exploding feeling of pleasure shooting through his body
as they pleasured his ass along with his prick.Love, something that his father
was incapable was showing. Something that he never could understand, even with
a kind woman like his mother around. He was way too hard-headed.
The echoing sounds of metal and leather being fumbled with behind him rang
through the room as well as his mind. Rattling his very sanity. The sound of a
zipper being slowly brought down rang in his ears. His father’s heavy breathing
could be heard in his ears. His father took out his finger that was now covered
in the bloody mix or blood and the once sweet juices that were created from his
prostate. He wiped the mix on his own face. Loki looked down into the sheets to
try to block out what was about to proceed. The was a feeling of the tight
puckered hole being stretched in an odd angle to accommodate the length of this
father’s growing hard-on. Then at once, he shoved it all in and bent over him
and breathed heavily onto the back of his neck before letting his pulsating
manhood be violently shoved in and out repeatedly out of his own son.
“So...This is why theh’ like yuh so much? God! ‘Yer tigh’r than a virgin…” He
thrusted his hips a bit trying to adjust a some to the newly found pleasure.
The energy in the room turned into an evil, lusting energy. “Yer mine, boy.” he
whispered between breaths. He could feel sweat drop and seep through his now
torn short.
After some time of his father pumping in and out repeatedly, the older man
curled above the younger male, about to climax and let all of his semen ooz
into the arse of his son. 'Now's my chance! ' Loki thought as he grabbed one of
the loose shards of the reflective mirror and stabbed the man in his left eye.
"Aaaargh!" He yelled in pain as he fell back onto the creaky wooden floor. Loki
got up and saw the the shard had became stuck in the eye socket, causing the
eyeball to ooz out blood. The blood streamed down quickly and stained the older
mans tank top. Loki got up and pulled his pants up fast and licked him in the
face, sending the shard even deeper than before. The older man screamed bloody
murder as the shockwaves of pain were sent through his head. He had hopes of
saving his mother and bring her to the nearby hospital but something inside him
told him otherwise. Loki ran out to where his mother was and unlocked the door.
When he looked into the dark room, all he could see was a large pool of blood
surrounding the woman. There were signs of life still in her as he heard her
breathe shallowly.
"Mother.."
"Loki, I.. Am going to die.. Take the necklace I gave you and wear it. Wear it
in memory if me..." She coughed up some blood. There were fragments of glass
embedded in her back as well as her stomach. She was severely beaten as her eye
had swelled shut and there were almost no signs of her recovering. He held her
hand tight until her heart stopped and she finally passed. He felt an added
energy enter him as he gazed upon her resting face.
"She's smiling... Finally she can go in peace" he said. His heart broken and
him tattered up to the point of psychological damage.
After cleaning out his box, he slid the necklace in the neck. The color of the
metal reflected onto his pale skin around his neck. He changed clothed and
walked out of the apartment complex with all the money he could carry and
embraced the cold of the night air. Soon he can see the light of day and be
free from his shackles that were set on him since his adoption.
***** Basking in the Sunlight *****
The sound of mechanical pencils writing on test papers as students of all
backgrounds jot down whatever answer seemed to fit onto the white sheets of
paper with printed text small enough for most of the thirty questions tom fit
on the first page, but big enough to read. Thor Odinson sat in his desk in the
middle of the university styled classroom and filled in the right answers with
ease and finished before the electronic bell rang signaling free time. He set
down his gold and black writing utensil onto the new looking desk and took out
his IPhone. It was the newest generation with a solid gold case with his
initials engraved. Anyone can tell it was his. He began texting Steve Rogers,
his good friend from the lacrosse team. He was the leader and well liked by
everyone.
 
THOR: Have you seen that babe Natasha around lately?
 
STEVE: You mean that dangerous looking Russian girl who's always in my team
during gym class? Then yes. I saw her getting asked to prom during lunch by
Clint.
 
THOR: Really? He has no chance!
 
STEVE: ‘Cmon Thor, Give him a chance. I heard that he likes her a lot.
Besides,Don’t you already have a girlfriend?
 
THOR: She’s been away in New York helping her father in the hospital this
month…
 
STEVE:  Yeah, leave the girls alone Thor.
 
THOR :Fine!
 
Thor slipped the phone into his jacket pocket as he left out of the classroom
when the ringing of the bell sounded. He took his yellow folder and textbook
and headed to the courtyard where a few of his friends were. A teacher, rather
new to the school walked by in his expensive suit and shoes with his greying
black to brown hair slick slightly back with some gel. He smiled at Thor and
went on his way. Thor stopped when he had gotten to the testosterone filled
boys of his class and looked at the teacher’s silhouette  in the mid-day light
for a moment or two until he was nudged by one of the younger males in the
group.
 
“Creepy guy isn’t he?” he said. Thor looked at him and gently brushed off a
piece of golden hair from his face, looking at the younger Japanese male with
bleached-blonde and black hair.
 
“He new here?” he asked as one of the guys passed around a box of cigarettes as
well as a lighter in the rather small group of guys.Thor took one and lit it up
taking a deep breath and letting out some smoke through his nose.
 
The male grinned a bit,”I heard that he’ll be the advanced technologies
teacher. What was his name...Stark..Something Stark.” He brought the already
lit cigarette to his lips before being stopped by a phone call from Jane. He
looked at the glass phone screen and slid it to ignore.
 
“That was Jane wasn’t it??” Thor looked at him with a half hearted smile and
chucked lightly through a sigh.
“Tell her. I’m sure she’ll understand.”
“How could I, Haruto? We’ve been together for years.” Haruto laughed a bit.
“I’ve known her since we were little. Trust me she’ll understand.” The bell
rang, signaling the end of the free period. Thor put out the cigarette in an
ashtray that was designed in the near bench and walked off to his next class.
 
Thor walked in the vintage looking library and into the sciences area where his
classmate and also friend-with-benefits was located. He pulled out the opposing
chair and took his seat. The male looked at him through his glasses for a brief
moment and looked back at the rather thick text book. He flipped the page.
“Hey, you know why i’m here right?” Thor asked resting his hand on the younger
male’s, squeezing it a bit.  The male ignored the feeling of his temporary
lover’s hand on his and flipped to the next page.
“ You’re here to bug me about fucking me here in the library? Or is it that
you’re going to sweet talk me into visiting your dorm room after classes?” she
said without looking up. The young male’s silver hair glistened a bit in the
dimly lighted library as Thor brushed back a couple strands from his face. Thor
propped up his arm and rested his head on his hand.
“Maybe. You do know how long it’s been since I had a good fucking?”
“Yeah, a week. I’m still sore from last time.” Pietro removed his hand from the
warmth of Thor’s hand. Thor leaned back into his chair.
“It’s fine if you’re sore, I can just pleasure you by other ways.” Pietro
looked at him and back to the book before him before closing it and setting it
aside. He picked the next textbook that was a little smaller than the one
before, and opened it at the little paper marker.
“You know, I’ve been keeping your secret on your parents. Especially you
father. What is his alias? Is it Magneto? I can never remember.” Thor said
getting up from his seat and walking over to his slave quietly. He rested his
hand on the younger male’s shoulder. “Do you know what would happen to your
precious peace here if that were to leak out?”
Pietro closed the book and stood up. “ Meet me at the usual spot.” he quietly
yelled at him. Pietro was angry. He was helpless. When he had came to this
school, he was an outcast until he met Thor Odinson. He made his days simple
and easy. Of course he found out about his family through other means, but that
didn’t really bother him ‘till he asked his caretaker about him. From since
then, he’s been a slave to him just so his secret would be safe. But until
when? When Thor finally got sick of him? When Thor tosses him aside for someone
better? Pietro Walked away from him and to his next class. Thor smirked and put
his hands in the sweater jacket’s pockets and walked out.
 
As time  the classes passed it became time for Thor to ravish his pet. Thor
walked to the gym locker rooms and met up the Pietro. His glasses were off and
he was in a towel. He had just finished taking a nice hot shower.
“Getting ready for our ‘date’”? He walked to him, resting his slightly larger
hands on the male’s hips. Pietro put his hand on Thor’s groin, feeling the
hard-on he currently has. Thor tilted his head to the side and began to kiss
his neck. Pietro moaned a bit. Thor slipped his hand under the short towel and
rubbed the shaft slightly. Pietro fumbled a bit on the zipper on his blue
jeans. The pleasure started to slowly build up when he finally got the zipper
down and his pants down some, revealing a fully erect manhood. Pietro knelt
down and gently grabbed a hold of the prick and began licking it. He alternated
from side to side before licking the vein underneath, making Thor moan. His
deep moans made him blush a bit. He’s never heard Thor moan like that. Pietro
finally put it in his mouth and began sucking and swirling his tongue. Thor
pulled him from his prick and pushed him against a locker, The cool metal
pressing against his bare back made him arch his back a bit. Thor lifted his
legs around his waist and inched his manhood inside his back entrance. Pietro
moaned more and wrapped his arms around his neck.
“ W-Wait..!” He moaned,”  I thought that you weren’t going to enter me!” Thor
began thrusting, making the younger male bounce a little.
“I lied, just to make you relaxed.” he groaned,” You’re a little loose as well,
Who have you been fucking other then me?” he asked. Pietro began moaning more
and more.
“No one..” he managed to say through the moans escaping his mouth. Thor picked
him up and laid him on the bench. He propped Pietro’s legs to the side and
began driving deep and hard. The moans escaping from the younger male’s mouth
got louder and louder and time passed.  
“I-I’m going to come!” Pietro yelled in sweet pleasure. Thor quickened his
pace, making the male moan so much, nothing came out and his expression was
filled with ecstasy. White spurts of semen came out and onto his stomach. The
contrast of the juices against the young male gypsy’s tan skin made it all the
worthwhile. Soon Thor came inside him. As he pulled out, Some of the juices
dribbled out and onto the bench.
 
Thor fixed himself and threw a clean towel to Pietro, who was still panting on
the bench, and walked to the door. “ Clean yourself up. And do something about
being loose.” He said  pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He
took one out and lit it, Taking a deep breath and blowing out the smoke as he
walked out
***** The Light of Stars *****
The light that illuminated the sports captains room was warm and welcoming. It
was the light of morning. He opened his eyes slowly, letting his eyes adjust to
the first light of day. He sat up and looked at the little rectangular modern
digital clock that stay on his night stand beside his queen-sized bed.
"9:30 huh. Better early than never." he said through his yawn. He got up from
the bed and started his daily morning routine.
He walked to the shower and twisted the semi-warm crystal knob. The hot water
rained down onto the white and black  marble tile. He took off his button up
pajama shirt, revealing a toned body. Scarred, but toned. He pulled his pants
down to his ankles, taking one foot out at a time from each of the pant legs.
He neatly laid them out on the shelf above the toilet that held a large variety
of colognes and soaps of different brands. From name brands like "Old Spice" to
brands you get at cheap dollar stores or even at places like "GoodWill". He
grabbed a bar of soap and a clean white rag and stepped into the shower. The
hot water making contact with his cool skin made him wince a little in pain. He
should be use to this temperature. He used it like this every morning. As he
showered, he couldn't help but think about his late girlfriend. He was about to
propose to her the day it happened.
He had taken her to the local beach where they had both met. The hot beating
sun tanning their skin, the smell of salt water rushing up their nostrils with
every passing wave. It was bliss until the earthquake happened. The ground
shook and twisted beneath them. The tourists fled as fast as they could. Sadly,
most of them didn't make it. And in that group of people dying, she was one of
them. He had finally summed up the courage to ask her to be his wife. The
girlfriend he had for 6 years, the woman who had lost her virginity to as well
as taking his, gone in a shocking moment. He wasn't his usual self for years
till he met Thor. Thor befriended him despite his inability to protect her. He
knew of his reputation, but as long as he had a good friend, that was all he
needed.
The sound of his ringtone brought him back from his flashback. Back to Academy,
back to the present, back to now. He lathered up and walked out of the shower,
picking up a white fresh towel. He dried most of himself off before wrapping
the cloth around his waist and walking out of the now steamed up bathroom. He
walked to his bedroom. The cool air conditioned area gave him chills as well as
goosebumps up along his arms and legs. He slid on a thin white button-up dress
shirt as well as clean pressed khaki slacks. He topped it off with a navy blue
long sleeved sweater branded with the academy's famous insignia. He finished
getting ready and grabbed his things when he left home for the day. 
A bright yellow school bus rushed by, taking the younger kids to their separate
learning facilities. He opened the car door of his truck and got in. He put the
key into the ignition and turned the keys, turning on the car. He put the car
into reverse and back out of his driveway and onto the main road. He switched
gears and pressed the gas pedal and was on his way to the Academy. As he sat in
the truck, he flipped on the radio and tuned it to his favorite station and
sang a little to the song that was on when Thor called him.
"Hey, Steve, did you get electrical engineering this semester?"
"Yeah, why? "
"I got it for 4:40 in the afternoon and I thought I needed someone to come with
me when I go to 'greet' the new Prof,"
"Do you think Professor Stark really deserves that? I mean the last person who
we greeted, never came back and went to psychiatric therapy. " he said laughing
lightly, trying to joke around some.
"Yeah, I think he can handle it. Besides, he is Tony Stark from Stark
Enterprise. My family does business with him directly. So I know him from
personal matters. " Steve sighed. He knew he was going to do it anyway, with or
without his approval. Even knowing that publicly humiliating a new teacher will
and can get them both in trouble, he still decided to do it.
"Where should we meet?" Rogers asked. He didn't want to do this. He knew that
Thor would help him with anything but at what price?? Become he sex slave like
Pietro Maximoff? Or even just a buddy who can get him free smokes?. He didn't
want that. Just being his good friend would suffice.
"In the classroom he teaches. " He said. Steve stopped at a stop light.
"..I'll see you there." he said quietly before hanging up. The light turned and
he drove again. He turned a corner and parked in the parking lot of a vast
academy. He got out of the truck after turning it off and locked it after
getting his things. He made his way to his first class.
The hustle and bustle of the surrounding students made him nervous. His palms
were sweaty as they tightly clenched his tree bark colored leather laptop bag
that was lightly decorated in stickers of various sports teams. He took his
seat in the middle of the lecture room and  pulled out his silver laptop to
begin his note taking. 'Tick-tock-tick' was all he heard when he  passed
worksheets to the rest of his peers. The lecture seemed to take forever when a
knock on the door snapped him out of his nervous daze. He looked over to the
source of the sound. There he was, Thor with a childish grin. A grin that made
women swoon over him, and men either hate or idolize him. The female professor
stopped her lecture on the history of art development and looked over to the
young male. She walked over to Thor and spoke a few words before being handed a
piece of paper. Steve kept his eyes on the two before returning to jotting down
the answers on the worksheet that was due in a few minutes. 
"Mister Rogers, I believe that you are needed." The professor said loud enough
for him to hear. He looked up and nodded before packing his few things into the
laptop bag. He began to make his way to the front of the lecture hall when he
noticed Thor walking out the door. He swallowed the knot in his throat hard and
walked out of the room. 
"Hey, you've finally made it! I thought you'd never get out here before the
bell rang." Thor said happily.
Steve chuckled nervously," Heh, yeah. . ." The air felt a bit hot even though
the air conditioners were on full steam today. Thor turned around and started
walking in the direction of the new professor's lecture room which was located
on the opposite end of the current facility. The hallways was empty except for
the few students scattered among  the lockers, and the main commons. The Autumn
sun shown through the glass that was cleverly designed into the black, gold and
white marble dome that was placed at every intersected hallways.
Steve looked at his companion who seemed to know the way. So care free, so
beautiful yet devious. His thoughts drifted a bit from what their initial
mission was to thoughts of Thor being his, wrapped in red ribbon like a present
upon his bed perfectly bare with all of his forbidden jewels on display for
only him to look upon  as well as ravish. His smooth and toned body, not
tarnished by any man. Deep down, he wanted something more. More than something
that laid of the surface such as friendship. He wanted him all to himself, His
mind, his body, even his emotions. Everything. Ever since he was accepted into
his group of friends, ever since he was greeted with the seemingly pure smile
that hid the demon of desires and ongoing pleasures. Ever since then. . .  He
tightly clenched his sweating palms to snap him back to reality. The same
reality that pained him. He looked around to see that they were almost there,
just a few more steps.The smell of burned machines from students failures and
melting metals from some success almost burned in his nostrils, not in a bad
way, but in a welcoming way. He smiled a bit, now at ease.
"Hey, go in that corner and set up." Thor said to the taller male. He nodded
and set up, putting the small electronic traps in place. After what seemed like
hours, they finished up putting traps. 'This is Tony Stark, the man who
specializes in technology and weapons, He wont fall for this.' Steve thought to
himself. Thor looked from the corner of the entrance to see Professor Stark
walking back from his lunch. 
"Steve, go hide. He's coming." Steve ran and hid inside the utility closet, the
only thing that could accommodate for his athletic stature. Thor hid elsewhere.
it was quiet when Stark walked in. His expensive dress shoes clacked across the
white floor.He looked out of the small hole to see what was going on. The
professor pulled out a see through tablet from his satchel and flipped through
multiple files and blueprints. He heard murmurs of what seemed between him and
his A.I. system. Stark looked around  the lecture room and gave Jarvis a
command. After a few holograms popped up, the traps went off. Each trap turned
the holograms into electric fields that started to close in on the professor. 
Magnetic energy pulled in everything and destroyed what touched it into ashes.
Tony sighed and gave Jarvis a command to shut off the traps and chucked in a
tired way.
"Thor, come out. ," He said while walking up to Thor's hiding spot.Thor stood
up and laughed put his hands up as though he was caught and was surrendering.
"Steve, it didn't work. Come out. ." He said defeated. He walked out of the
closet while an old and metal broom fell out with him. Tony smiled and
chuckled. 
"Stark, what gave us away?" Tony gestured to the hologram that was still
intact. The Jarvis hologram.
"You see, I had Jarvis scan the room and he picked up multiple traps attached
to the hologram generators. I was shown the blueprint of each one and
immediately knew it was you." Tony explained. Thor sighed a bit. " In other
words, do better at your blueprints, since you're in my class in the next hour
or so, I'd say you'd fail. Nice try though."  Steve looked at his professor and
felt a wave of relief that it didn't work, even though he knew it wouldn't work
on the wealthy entrepreneur.
Stark sat down in his chair and went back to grading and upgrading his initial
blueprints for a new suit. Thor walked out the the now singed room. He quickly
followed.
"Hey, are we in trouble?" Steve asked a bit worried.
Thor glanced at his friend and smiled," Nah, at the most he'll give us harder
blue prints to create to make up for the ones I made. Besides," he stopped at a
solid gold fountain and took a sip from the purified and filtered water,"He
enjoys little stuff like this. It gives him ideas for weapons and little
gadgets."
Steve felt at ease. They then parted ways for the day. 
 
The chilly evening came quick when Steve finished his lacrosse practice. He had
subtle drips of sweat on the back of his neck, his hair lightly wet from
pouring water on his hot head in an attempt to cool off. He walked to his truck
that was now freezing to the touch. He fished out his car keys and unlocked the
doors. He slid in and sat in the cold truck for a moment to rest his slightly
aching muscles. His coach pushed them hard today mainly because a big game was
coming up. He was use to it. He's been in multiple sports. Since then each
coach he met would push the whole team to the brink of exhaustion. He switched
on his truck and turned on the heat and peeled out of the parking lot. From
what he could see, he was the last one to leave. Even the teachers had left
before him. He turned onto the road that was once busy at the beginning of
practice and drove home, turning and stopping at the necessary turns and stops.
The sun was now setting making the semi- cloudy sky turn into an array of
pinks, purples, and oranges. He turned into his driveway and put his now warm
truck on park and walked inside.
He went inside his room and slid off his sweater and polo shirt and eventually
slid out of his khaki pants. he walked into the bathroom and turned on the hot
water to wash off the sweat and dirt from today's practice. He started to
lather himself before he slowly noticed his hands were drifting to his semi-
erect manhood. He leaned on the cold marble wall and began stroking, subtle
waves of self made pleasure went through his body. Then soon his thoughts
drifted to Thor laying on his bed in his t-shirt with nothing under, laying
there seductively, slowly stroking himself. His face filled with pleasure that
wasn't satisfied, not on his own. Steve kept stroking lightly but firmly slowly
quickening his pace bit by bit. He kept thinking about touching the younger but
beautiful male, his soft but slightly muscled body moving  at his touch. The
feeling of giving him pleasure like the inner dominant beast he truly was.
Laying his mouth on Thor's prick making him hard. He kept stroking, tightening
his grip a bit, this time leaning his head on the cold hard marble wall. He
started to groan in pleasure. He drifted back, wanting to penetrate his friend
he so dearly loved. The feeling of his tight and sweet puckered hole wrapped
around his fully erect prick as he pumped in and out lovingly making him aware
that he belonged to him. He wanted all of this so bad, as he quickened his
pace, pumping his fully erect but now sensitive manhood that throbbed almost
painfully for a release of his juices that kept building over time. He rolled
his hand across the now sensitive tip, feeling the precum, knowing the
difference between it and the water that rained on him as he kept stroking
himself. He wanted to feel Thor's soft and almost petal-like  rose colored
lips. He wanted to taste him in the most sensual and most savoring ways. Before
long his body automatically arched some  as he reached his limit, letting the
hot and sticky nectar spurt across the shower in large loads.
". . .Thor. . ." He said as he came in an intense fashion, his face hot and red
from his lecherous thoughts of fucking his best mate, He pumped faster and
faster, emptying his loads of his hot semen across the now steamed up shower
room. He kept going until there was absolutely nothing left inside his manhood.
After he realized what he'd done he quickly washed up and stepped out of the
shower, turning off the stream of water. He dried off, careful not the summon
another episode of lustful wanting and selfish pleasure of ravishing his
friend. That's what they were, friends and nothing else. Even if he told him
and explained as to why he felt this way, Thor Odinson was still cuffed by his
girlfriend Jane of years. Even though he knew who he freely fucked, he still
had her. Steve sighed heavily  as he put on a pair of black briefs that
slightly showed signs of his size before peeling back the now cold covers to
lay down drift to sleep.
 
 
 
 
 
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