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Clint was beginning to regret his decision to be out here in the middle of night when he could feel his body getting hotter by the minute, a result of his heat approaching. The ring on his finger glinted slightly under the street lights and he ignored it. Clint knew he had to run away. If he didn't...
When he saw a cheap-looking motel in the corner, he sighed in relief. He needed to find somewhere else to stay and the motel was conspicuous enough.
He paid for the room, smiling at the receptionist as she handed him the keys. Clint asked the receptionist to watch over his things while he goes to find food and the receptionist only smiled, which made her an angel in Clint's book. He went to the bodega a few blocks from the motel, gathering the necessities that he needed for his heat before going back to the motel.
Clint's belief that the receptionist was an angel was solidified as the receptionist told Clint that an omega would be helping Clint carry his things to his room. The omega, Ryan was so understanding and caring of Clint's situation and made small talk during the entire walk to Clint's room. He kept asking if there was anything that Clint needed and that Clint would only have to call the receptionist and Ryan would be there to help Clint with everything he needs. Clint thanked Ryan before locking the door.
Clint flicked the light switch on, placing his food on the table near the bed.
"Hey, baby." Clint turned, seeing Steve sitting comfortably on one of the seats near the window.
Steve's eyes were intently watching Clint, a mix of possessiveness, lust and love in those electric blue eyes. Clint's heart shifted into overdrive and he hated himself when he could feel slick dripping at the sight of Steve's smirk.
Clint swallowed the whimper bubbling in his throat as Steve began standing up to walk over to him. Clint took a few steps back and for some reason, that made Steve's smirk grew. Clint cursed under his breath as his back hit the door and Steve chuckled, burying his face into Clint's neck.
Clint knew that he had to be strong, to stand his ground but Steve was making it hard as the man traced his tongue against Clint's skin. Steve, the evil, wonderful man, laughed before biting into Clint's neck, reaffirming the soul bond that they shared. Clint could only moan as he wrapped his arms around Steve's neck, stroking Steve's hair, prompting Steve to place tiny kisses all over Clint's face.
When Clint found out that his soulmate was Captain America, he spent weeks denying that fact. There was no way someone like him was lucky enough to end up with Steve freaking Rogers. This was reality and in reality, life wasn't all daisies and sunshine.
Clint was very well aware of how stubborn he can be but apparently, it wasn't enough to deter the epitome of stubborn will himself as Steve relentless pursued him. And no one, no one should blame Clint for falling for the paragon of American ideals. Steve was passionate, loving, caring and Clint adored him. He was what Clint always wanted, someone to love Clint forever. He was happy and he was so, so in love with Steve. Correction, Clint is still so in love with him.
Steve pulled Clint's attention back to him as their lips touched. That kiss, if it could be called that, was dirty, possessive and Clint melted into Steve, as he always does. Steve knew this as he grinned wolfishly when their lips parted, a trail of saliva connecting their lips.
"Now, mind telling me why my husband decided to pack his things and leave me?" Steve's voice was light but the look on his eyes was anything but.
Clint stayed silent, his arms retreating but Steve had other ideas as he took hold of Clint's ass before hoisting him up, forcing Clint to wrap his legs around Steve's waist. Clint couldn't stop the moan that escaped him, which pleased Steve.
"Baby, did you come here to meet someone?" Steve demanded, hands gripping Clint tightly.
When Clint didn't answer, Steve's lovely, sinful mouth curled downwards, indicating how much he hated Clint's silence. Steve bit Clint's neck, reminding Clint who he belongs to.
"If you came here to meet a man, I'll find him and kill him, Clint. I'll hunt him down and remind him why he shouldn't even look at my husband." The words that that Steve was saying sounded like a promise and Clint shivered because he knew that Steve will do it, without hesitation.
"I didn't come here to meet anyone." Clint hesitantly answered as his eyes met Steve's.
"Then why? Why are you here at some fucking motel instead of our apartment?" Steve pressed, glaring at Clint.
The anger that coursing through Clint's body scared Clint but it was everything that he needed to pour his feelings to Steve. "I'm here at this fucking motel instead of the apartment because my husband cheated on me."
When Steve's eyes widen, Clint continued on, "Yeah, I saw you with some woman at some fucking cafe the other day. You told me that you had a mission and there you were, laughing with some random woman. I saw you hug her. I saw you kiss her. You lied to me, you asshole."
Clint happened to be a few blocks away when he saw a handsome man with his arm around a beautiful girl's waist. Clint's only thought was the couple must be models or something.
When Clint was starting his car, the man turned and it was Steve. It was Steve, his husband, laughing and kissing some girl on the street. Just like that, Clint could not focus on anything else except for the burning ache in his chest.
When Steve finally left, Clint broke down for hours in that car and for the first time since he was married to Steve, the ring on his finger felt like it didn't belong there.
Steve was silent for a moment before his glare returned full force. "She was my fucking mission, Clint!"
Steve's answer was enough to startle Clint, who could only gape at Steve. "Her name was Katerina Petrova, she was part of the Red Room program. She scheduled a meeting with Ared Qiel, a weapons dealer and I was the only one who could do it because Natasha and Bucky were too emotionally invested in Petrova. My mission was to play double agent, seduce her and give whatever intel she gave me to SHIELD."
"What?" Clint managed to ask.
"We've been married for 5 years now, Clint." Steve said, as he pressed his lips against Clint's cheek. "Five amazing years of happily wedded bliss with the love of my life." Another kiss on Clint's jaw. "Why would I want anyone else when I have you?"
Steve kissed Clint insistently and he returned it in kind. Steve lowered Clint onto the ground as he took off Clint's jeans and continued to kiss Clint once the smaller man was only wearing a t-shirt. Steve pushed Clint back, causing Clint to plop onto the bed. Clint could only stare and admire Steve when the man took off his shirt and his pants before resuming to kiss Clint, inhaling Clint's soul.
Clint has been married to Steve for 5 years now and he knew how Steve was in bed. He knew how much Steve liked taking his time but Clint was impatient and he wanted, no, he needed Steve.
Which explains why he flipped Steve over, causing Steve to lie on his back with Clint laying on top of him. Clint grinned as he saw Steve's cock harden, a trace of precum leaking out. Clint knew that he was slick enough and with that thought, he took hold of Steve's dick, placed it near his entrance before slowly relaxing, allowing Steve to enter him.
Steve groaned loudly, hands on Clint's hips, grip tight enough to bruise. Clint didn't care about the bruises, all he needed was Steve inside him. Clint rolled his hips in a circle on Steve's cock, a porn quality moan escaping him before he proceeded to bounce up and down on Steve's cock.
Clint has been feeling like shit for the past few days when he thought that his husband was cheating on him so he deserved this. He deserved to want to be loved like this. Steve must have developed a mind-reading ability when Clint wasn't watching because he thrusted deeply inside Clint, taking control when Clint was too tired to ride him.
"If you had," Steve grunted out, eyes never leaving Clint before continuing, "If you had brought a man with you to this room, I would have killed him where he stood, baby."
Clint could feel that he was getting closer and the possessive words pouring out of Steve's mouth just amplified his need to come. But Clint's husband was evil and Clint really needed to figure out if Steve could read minds now because Steve pulled out. Clint moaned at the empty feeling, gasping at Steve, who was intently staring at Clint.
"Steve, please...more..." Clint would have been embarrassed to beg but right now, he doesn't care. Why was Steve stopping?
"I want you to listen to me, baby." Steve exclaimed, hands on Clint's ass, preventing Clint from moving. "If you ever leave me again, I will find you. I will find you, drag you back to my side and chain you to me."
Clint bit his lip, suppressing his moan. Steve smirked before continuing, "I've told you this before, baby. You are going to be Clint Barton-Rogers for the rest of your life and I will kill anyone that wants to change that. I mean it, Clint. You are not allowed to leave me. And I'd die before I let anyone else sees you like this."
Steve's promise sent heat down Clint's spine. Clint knew how possessive Steve was, he saw it firsthand after all.
Steve and Clint were out with the rest of the Avengers and Tony being Tony, booked an entire floor just for them. Clint was on his way from the men's room to the Avengers table when this sleazy, drunk guy began making passes at Clint.
It was supposed to be a fun night and Clint figured that the guy ended up on their floor by mistake. Clint didn't want to stir up trouble and declined the guy's "offers" but the guy grabbed hold of Clint's arm, pushing him against the wall. That was the scene that Steve had walked on when he went to look for Clint. Thor, Bucky and Sam had to restrain Steve from outright killing the man.
So yes, Clint is very well aware of his husband's possessive tendencies, which was why Clint didn't ask how Steve knew he was here in this motel. Clint didn't ask how Steve found out what room he was staying in. Clint didn't ask how Steve broke into the room. Clint already knows but that doesn't mean Clint loves Steve any less than he did before.
The only thing that Clint could say at this point was "Yours. I'm yours, honey. I'm always yours."
It was the truth. Clint belonged to Steve, heart, body, mind, soul. Even if Clint could love someone else, he wouldn't want to. He doesn't think he could love anyone else, not after Steve.
Steve narrowed his eyes at Clint, which prompted Clint to reassure him. "I'm yours, Steve. Forever yours. Always, always yours."
Clint bent down to kiss Steve's lips gently. "I love you. I love you so much, honey. That's why I tried to leave."
Clint smiled at Steve's confusion. "If you really was with that girl, I didn't want to stand in your way. I love you too much to stop you from being happy, even if it means you're happy with somebody else."
Just as suddenly as Steve pulled out, he thrusted back in, causing Clint to let out a loud moan. "Yes, honey, please, please, more, yes, yes, yes."
Steve obliged, going faster and deeper and harder and Clint did nothing but take it. When Clint finally came, he whimpered, oversensitive as Steve thrusted once, twice, three more times before cumming inside Clint. Once Clint was finally able to focus, he was plopped down on Steve.
"Love you. Love you so much, honey." Clint pressed a kiss on Steve's shoulders, burying his face in the scent of Steve and their lovemaking.
What Clint did not expect was for Steve to flip Clint over onto his back. A wolfish grin formed on Steve's face. "We're not gonna rest, baby." Steve kissed Clint's lips before resuming, "You and me, we're gonna spend some time in this bed. I'm gonna love you and love you and love you until you stop thinkin' I'm gonna leave you for someone else."