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"Loki…" Steve gasped softly. His face felt as if it were on fire, and was only getting hotter as Loki lazily sucked on Steve's neck.
He doesn't quite remember how it happened, one moment he was in his old apartment in Brooklyn, before the war, talking to a strange bird and an ice covered Bucky. And the next Steve's on a soft bed, completely naked with a fully armored Loki on top of him (sans the helmet). The two seemed to be under a spotlight because that was all Steve could make out (oh god) from where he was situated. At least before Loki leaned in and licked a strip up his neck.
Steve instinctively carded a hand through Loki's hair, as if he'd done it a thousand times before (which he hasn't), and let Loki wander his hand up and down his bare skin. Steve should feel exposed and creeped out by all this. Hell he should be throwing the trickster off of him, but all of it just felt too natural to do it.
Then Loki started to nibble and Steve lost it. He was moaning and withering under the trickster's skillful hands and even more skillful tongue. The blond gasped as Loki sucked harshly on a particular spot, biting delicate skin afterwards.
With a final, gentle lick of Loki's tongue, Steve started awake.
His room was dark as his body lay limply on the bed. He glanced at blinking red lights that told him it was 2:30 in the morning. After a moment of rubbing his face, he dragged himself from his bed and walked into his bathroom.
Turning on the light caused him to flinch a little, but he quickly recovered and turned on his faucet. Letting lukewarm water run over his hands, Steve splashed the water onto his face. He deftly reached for a towel and dried himself, letting his head rest on the soft towel for a moment.
"What a weird dream…" He said to himself as he looked into the mirror, only to see a rather red looking mark staring back at him.
He started, throwing the towel down and leaning in closer to the mirror. "It couldn't be…" He thought as he reached out and traced the mark blatantly adorning his neck. It was starting to bruise as a purple hue was starting to take over. The worst part had to be where it was on his neck. Steve wouldn't be able to hide it.
This wasn't any normal bruise, he realized, horror etching into his features.
"Oh dear God!" Steve gaped.
A rather familiar voice replied back, "Yes, darling?"