Love is for Children

Clint had been afraid that Nikolai wouldn’t agree, that he’d insist on taking him to the Russians, and he breathed a sigh of relief when Nikolai pulled out the key to the cuffs. He grinned, shaking his head as Nikolai unlocked the cuffs.

"Trust me, I definitely don’t plan on betraying you." He rubbed at his wrists, giving Nikolai a grateful smile, then motioned Nikolai forward. “So, about what you were doing earlier…"

"Which part are we talking about, little bird?" Nikolai smirked and leaned back, pressing back against him again. "Perhaps we should find another venue. My people will be along within a few hours and we might want to be elsewhere."

It was possible that Nikolai was half teasing. But there was a sense of desperation. If they were to escape, they needed to be quick. But Nikolai was loathe to move from his position.

"And we could definitely use that information."

When he’d first woken up, getting the collar off had been foremost on his mind, but the longer he wore it, the more its weight became more comfortable, and he swallowed against it, feeling it slide over his skin.

"Yeah. You might have to take it off me in public. I don’t really think the higher-ups in SHIELD would be so keen on it, but just us? In private? Hell yeah."

A shiver went through him at the thought of being collared and kept as Nikolai’s pet. He lifted his chin, licking his lips. “What do you say? We got a deal?" He really hoped so, because he was starting to get turned on again and he’d be much more willing this time if Nikolai wanted to fuck again.

Nikolai took a breath and released it. It was too much of a temptation to resist. After another moment's thought, he reached into his back pocket for the key to the cuffs. Leaning over Clint, he paused before the key slipped into the lock.

"If you betray me, little Hawk, they will need to use your dental records to identify your body."

He smirked and turned the key, the cuffs opening with a click. Nikolai tensed, ready to move if it looked like Clint was going to attack.

Clint could see that his words were tempting, causing Nikolai to think and consider them, and he grinned slightly. “Because they trust me, and my handler actually listens to me. I can talk him into giving you a chance. It’d help a lot if you had some information to trade."

His grin widened a little and he tugged against the handcuffs keeping him secured to the bed. “What do you say, huh? I’ll even let you keep the collar on me."

Those words surprised him but oh, he really did mean that. He actually liked the collar. Wow.

"I have a good deal of information." The Spider was one of their top assassins. Second only to the Winter Soldier. SHIELD be gaining a major asset.

Clint's offer to continue wearing the collar sent a wave of desire through him. He had thought that Clint would have the collar removed the moment they returned to his home base. It hadn't occurred to him that the Hawk would want to keep it.

"You want to keep the collar, little bird?"

Clint’s dick throbbed with aching want, and he gasped, arching slightly as Nikolai’s fingers raked over his side. “You can try to break me, but it’ll never happen."

Except he couldn’t be certain that he would be able to resist, and the thought of it scared him. “You’re gonna be my prisoner? They’ll never buy it."

He breathed out a slow breath, closing his eyes. “You don’t have to do this, you know. You could just come back with me now, ‘cause you’re right. SHIELD would love to see a former Russian assassin on their payroll." He opened his eyes and smirked slightly. “And you could fuck me whenever you like."

"With you reprogrammed, I think they'll buy anything you try to sell them." Nikolai's fingers continued to stroke over Clint's sides, enjoying the feel of muscles under his fingertips.

Clint's words had Nikolai freezing, fingers going still. Clint was offering to take him to SHIELD. Without the reprogramming. He was giving him a way out. But what Clint didn't know was, it wasn't that simple. If he defected...

But the temptation was there. SHIELD couldn't be worse than what he dealt with in the Red Room.

"What guarantee do I have that your people won't just toss me into the deepest cell and throw away the key?"

That had been before he’d realized that Nikolai was the enemy, before he’d woken up with the solid weight of a collar around his neck, before he’d realized that he was in deep shit because if the Spider’s masters had an interest in Clint, it could only mean one thing — they wanted to recruit him.

Clint just barely managed to suppress a shiver as Nikolai’s breath ghosted over his jaw, because oh, that felt ridiculously good and made his dick jump in his pants. His Adam’s apple bobbed at that slight brush of lips, and he exhaled softly, then gave a sharp shake of his head.

"No way. Fuck you. I already gave up to you once, but you can tell your masters to go fuck themselves with a rusty nail spike," he spat.

Nikolai could feel the way Clint's body betrayed him. The hardness pressing against his ass. His own body ached for it. With Clint in that position, it would be so easy to take advantage. To strip and sink down on his cock.

The problem was, Nikolai would prefer if Clint were a willing participant. Or, at the very least, a bit more compliant.

The Spider sighed and sat up, looking down at the captured bird. "I didn't expect you to make it easy. You will be broken and reprogrammed. Once they are satisfied with your progress, you will be reintegrated into SHIELD. Taking me with you as well."

He smirked, fingers raking over Clint's side. "I will be your prisoner, but SHIELD will certainly see the value of having a former Russian assassin on their payroll."

Oh, jeez, that was just torture right there, that rocking backwards thing Nikolai was doing, because Clint sowanted to rock his hips up to meet him. But no. He was stronger than his baser urges, and he took a deep breath, squeezing his eyes closed so he couldn’t see Nikolai’s tempting face. Because if he continued to stare into those baby blues with that glint of steel, he’d be utterly and totally fucked.

And not just in the good way.

"Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?" he muttered through gritted teeth. Just relax, the guy says. Ha! Fat chance of that, buddy.

Except, if he squirmed, trying to buck Nikolai off of him, it didn’t help the situation. It just seemed a lot like he was rubbing back against him to get some friction. Which was totally not the case. Nope. He was stronger than his baser urges, remember?

Just hours before, Clint had been completely okay with giving into his baser urges. However, Nikolai couldn't quite blame him for wanting to resist. The conditions weren't exactly ideal. Clint was a prisoner and Nikolai knew what his masters had in mind. A new trainee for the Red Room. One that can be integrated back into SHIELD once they were finished with him. It would be the perfect way to destroy their enemy from the inside out.

Nikolai leaned down, breath ghosting over Clint's jaw. "I wouldn't recommend fighting, Mr. Barton. It'll be easier for you if you just give up to us." A slight brush of his lips. "But, either way, you don't have a choice."

Open RP

"She took my dog, man."

Nikolai looked up from his lunch when Clint came into the cafeteria. "Do you want to start from the beginning or am I supposed to guess what happened?"

#cornfedtrouble

Clint let out a mental curse as Nikolai straddled his waist because shit, his body sure shook off its sluggishness in a hurry. “They usually are…" His voice trailed off into a soft sigh as Nikolai’s lips touched his skin, and shit, he had better control over himself than this!

Fucking get it together, Barton.

The codename startled him, helped him focus a little more on something other than the half-hardening of his cock and the threadiness of his pulse. “Shit. You’re the Spider?" Oh, he was good and fucked — and not in the fun way. He’d read intel on the Spider before, enough to know that he didn’t want to tangle with the guy. Except he hadn’t been expecting the Spider to be so damned hot.

Nikolai rocked backwards, feeling the growing hardness. It would still be hours before a team would come to extract them. Until then, Nikolai would be able to deal with Barton as he wished. Not that he had any illusions Barton would give in easily.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Agent Barton. I would say it's a shame we couldn't meet under better circumstances, but I'm actually quite happy with them. It's going to be just the two of us for awhile, so you might want to just relax."

Disoriented didn’t even begin to describe how Clint felt as he cast a confused glance around the unfamiliar room. His mouth felt like somebody had stuffed it full of cotton, and he frowned when he heard Nikolai’s voice. The cool metal of the collar shifted...

Nikolai grinned and slipped onto the bed, throwing a leg over Clint to straddle his waist. "I will admit, I'm surprised how easy it was. I thought SHIELD agents were supposed to be better than this."

He leaned down, lips touching the spot on Clint's neck under the collar. "They call me the Spider."

Oh, this was baaaad with a capital B, and he reached up, trying to tug at the collar. So very bad.

"Don't try to take it off. I'm the only one who can remove it. And I'm not planning on doing that any time soon, Agent Barton."

Nikolai rolled to his feet, moving closer to the bed. "I am sorry I had to do this, but you're presence has been requested by my masters." The Spider smirked, his gaze raking over Clint's body. He had dressed the archer for transport to the safe house, but he did remember exactly what he looked like under that tux.

M!A: Double Agent (Open)

wintersbride

"Not bad…" One could almost hear the smirk in the voice coming from behind him. Not bad. Only one woman would call that shot not bad.

Drifting closer, Jamie came to stand beside him, frowning as she leaned back against the wall. “I thought you were going to wait for me this morning. You know…my finally agreeing to talk to Fury…give this SHIELD thing a try. What happened?"