Title: Magic of Desire
Author: Diandra Hollman
E-Mail: diandrahollman@gmail.com
Website: http://diandrahollman.neocities.com
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/diandrahollman/works
Date Finished: 4/17/24
Rating: NC-17
Keywords: Tony Stark/Loki, Doctor Strange/Loki, Doctor 
Strange/Tony Stark, slash, voyerism, spanking, bondage, 
shapeshifting 
Spoilers: If you find any, let me know
Disclaimer: They are not mine and Disney would probably 
shit a brick if anyone on their staff tried to write them 
like this.
Summary: Tony gets an offer he cannot refuse.
Author's notes: This is absolutely not canon compliant and 
possibly closer to the comics than the MCU. Any spoilers 
found here are purely accidental. I just...had these images 
in my head that I needed to get out.


Magic of Desire
By Diandra Hollman

I frowned at the pile of mail Pepper had left on my work 
table. Mostly junk mail and subscription offers. But there 
was one media mail envelope without a return address. Or 
any address at all, it turned out once I actually inspected 
it.

"Jarvis, can you run a scan for any explosives or 
biological substances?"

"Ms. Potts already requested a full scan, sir. It appears 
to be nothing more than an optical disc."

Curiosity sufficiently piqued, I ripped open the envelope 
and shook out a recordable DVD labeled "for your eyes only" 
in nondescript block letters.

"Did you see who left it?"

"No, sir. It appears it was delivered by the mail courier 
with all the other items despite the lack of proper address 
and postage."

"Well, that's not at all alarming," I muttered under my 
breath. If anything, the entire mysterious nature of it 
just made me even more curious.

I found a computer that was completely off network to play 
the disc just in case. The machine identified one lone 
video file and asked if I wanted to play it. I hesitated 
for a moment, trying to think of any possible dangers I 
hadn't already accounted for. Not being able to think of 
anything, I clicked "yes".

The sight of a bound, naked man bent over a bed being 
spanked by another, partly naked man immediately assaulted 
my eyeballs. 

"Jesus!" I panicked and punched the eject button on the 
optical drive tray. I stared at the blank screen while my 
brain struggled to process what I had just seen. 

"Shall I attempt to track the sender, sir," Jarvis asked 
calmly.

"Yes," I say instinctively. Then, "no, wait..." My mind was 
spinning, going over and over the few seconds of video I 
had seen, and something was nagging at me. One of the men 
looked familiar. "Jarvis? Take five."

After a pause, Jarvis responded "understood, sir." He would 
give me privacy until further notice, barring any life or 
death emergencies.

I put the disc back in, braced myself, and started the 
video again. I realized immediately why one of the men had 
looked familiar. Somehow, he looked like me. Not exactly, 
there was something not quite right I couldn't put my 
finger on, but the likeness was good enough to fool 
anybody. Somebody with a similar build wearing one of those 
replicator masks Nat always kept on hand, maybe. AI wasn't 
THAT good.

The man on the bed cried out as my doppleganger landed a 
particularly heavy blow and I turned my attention to him. 
If I knew who he was, maybe it would help me figure out 
what sort of blackmail this was. 'Do what we want or we'll 
leak a video of you spanking a senator' or something. 

"Please," the man sobbed. "Please, I..." he broke off with 
a yelp, his whole body tensing against his bindings.

And that's when I spotted the white streak in his hair and 
the faint trembling in his fingers that had nothing to do 
with arousal.

"Strange," I said out loud. 

"Say it," the other man said in what was unmistakably my 
voice.

Strange whimpered, his muscles bulging as he struggled 
against his bindings. My duplicate spanked him again and 
his cry sounded distinctly desperate. "Please...I 
can't...please..." One last blow and... "Please, Master," 
he yelped, the words tearing from him violently. "Please, 
let me...please...I can't..."

"Shh..." the Tony on the screen murmured, stroking reddened 
skin. "You have done well, pet. You may come now."

It took two more blows before I finally registered that 
that didn't sound like something I would say. But by then I 
was too focused on the way Strange's body was arching and 
tensing. He shouted once, the sound so helpless and primal 
that I shifted in my seat to try to relieve the pressure of 
my growing erection. I told myself that was a normal 
response, partly caused by the fact that it was basically 
ME giving him what looked like the orgasm to end all 
orgasms somehow without going anywhere near his cock. Then 
I saw "Tony's" hand working between Strange's legs, drawing 
it out and I realized he was manipulating some sort of 
dildo or plug. Which explained a lot.

Strange's body sagged after an impressive amount of time 
and "Tony" drew the plug out and tossed it aside. I heard 
it land with a wet thump on the floor. The bindings came 
away under his hands so easily they must have been expertly 
slipknotted (even though they had looked like fine ribbon), 
and he flipped Strange onto his back just as effortlessly. 
And then somehow, the black (probably leather) pants he'd 
been wearing disappeared and he was yanking Strange to the 
edge of the bed until the man was impaled on his cock.

'Fuck it,' I thought as I fumbled my pants open, sighing at 
the relief in pressure.

I unconsciously jerked myself to the rhythm of my 
duplicate's fucking, my cock jerking at the overwhelmed 
noises Strange made, his hands scrabbling at the mattress 
as he struggled to brace himself. But I was in full control 
of him, my fingers definitely leaving bruises on his hips 
as I took my own pleasure from his unresisting body.

I didn't even know when I stopped thinking of the other 
Tony as a separate person. I could easily imagine myself in 
his place. Knew how Stephen's body would be both soft and 
hard in all the right places and slick with just the right 
amount of give, his cock twitching weakly just this side of 
painful as his reddened ass was pounded mercilessly. He 
couldn't come again so soon, but that wouldn't stop his 
dick from putting in a valiant effort, riding the receding 
waves of the orgasm he just had.

I came just before the other me and if it wasn't for the 
fact that he sounded a whole lot more composed than I was, 
I wouldn't have been able to tell where my noises ended and 
his began.

My brain slowly came back online to the sound of wet 
kissing and murmured reassurances. I looked at the screen 
to find Stephen clinging shakily to his partner, who no 
longer looked like me. I couldn't see his face as he seemed 
to be either kissing or nuzzling the side of Stephen's neck 
or ear that was turned away from the camera. His hair was 
longer, his body larger but skinnier, his skin paler. 

And then he lifted his head and I stopped breathing.

"Such a good little pet," Loki murmured, stroking Stephen's 
face affectionately.

"Stop playback," I blurted. Then I realized Jarvis couldn't 
hear me and jabbed the eject button.

I don't know how long I stared at the blank screen in 
shock. 

"Fuck!"

The Tony imitator was Thor's psychotic brother.

I struggled to piece things together as I located some 
tissues and put myself back into presentable condition. 
Why? Why would he send me that video? Was it some sort of 
psychological mindfuck? Was it even real? How would I know 
if it wasn't? It wasn't like I could call Strange and asks 
if by any chance he had let Loki spank him and fuck his 
brains out while wearing my face. Could I?

"Jarvis!"

"Yes, sir?"

"Send me the security footage around the time the mail was 
delivered."

"I have already taken the liberty of retrieving it, sir. I 
believe you are correct that there is something suspicious 
about it."

I opened my virtual screen and expanded the video Jarvis 
had already queued up. On the screen, the carrier walked up 
to the front door and set down the pile of mail that 
clearly already contained the unlabeled package with the 
disc. He straightened, looked up, located the camera and 
smiled deliberately.

It was my face again.

"Do we have a number for Loki Odinson?"

"Sir?"

"I need to speak to him."

There was a long pause before my phone buzzed with an 
incoming contact file. "Is there anything else, sir?"

"No, that should do it for now. Thanks, J." I hesitated, 
staring at the number on the screen, debating what I was 
going to say. If I should even say anything at all. Should 
I pretend it didn't even happen? Finally, I just ripped the 
band aid off and tapped the green button.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, Mr. Stark," he greeted, his 
voice lilting with amusement.

"Don't play games. You know what this is about. What do you 
want?"

"What makes you think this has anything to do with what I 
want?"

"Call it a hunch."

"Mmm..."

"Does he know you did this?"

"No. He has an annoyingly human level of embarrassment when 
it comes to sex. I had to practically beg him to tell me 
about that fantasy."

"Which you then filmed yourself fulfilling without his 
consent and sent to me?"

"I trust you will have appropriate discretion."

I clenched my jaw. "You still haven't explained why. What 
is your goal here?"

"Obviously you got to the end if you knew to call me. Your 
voice is just breathless enough to suggest the effect it 
had on you."

"You're not answering my question."

"Would you like to know how it feels to have him entirely 
at your mercy? To watch him writhe helplessly as you wring 
every drop of pleasure from his trembling body? To hear him 
cry your name between mindless pleas for relief because 
it's all just too much and he's begun to fear he may die of 
it?"

A whimper slipped from me involuntarily and I tried to turn 
it into a snarl.

"Or would you prefer to simply watch," he continued calmly. 
"I could give you access to the camera feed. Take requests. 
Would you like to watch yourself ride his cock?"

"Fuck!" I yanked the phone from my ear, taking several deep 
breaths and consciously trying to relax my white knuckle 
grip before the case cracked. I was getting hard again, but 
I would be damned if I was going to jerk off while I was 
talking to that snake. Even if he and Strange 
were...whatever they were. Close enough for Strange to 
trust him apparently. 

Once my head had cleared a little, I brought the phone back 
to my ear. He had stopped talking, but I knew he was still 
on the line. "How long have you two been a thing?"

He chuckled. "I believe the proper human label is 'friends 
with benefits'? Nearly a year, I believe."

"A year. And this is the first I hear of it."

"As I said, he is rather ashamed of his desires. As most of 
your kind seem to be. I believe that is why he included 
corporeal punishment as part of his fantasy."

"And he would verify all of this if I asked him?"

"Probably not and I would prefer if you didn't. I've worked 
hard to earn his trust."

"So why risk it now by telling me?"

"It is a risk, yes. A calculated one that I believe could 
benefit all of us."

And there it was. "Give it to me straight, Prancer. What, 
exactly are you proposing here?"

"His response to the scene you just witnessed was more 
powerful than either of us could have anticipated and I 
believe I have only scratched the surface of potential. I 
think together we could go deeper."

"Assuming he doesn't kill you first."

"I believe the prospect of making his deepest fantasies 
reality will outweigh his initial anger."

"And what if I want no part of any of this?"

"If that were true, you would not be speaking to me right 
now."

He had a point there. "What about what he wants? Just 
because he has fantasies about me doesn't mean he wants to 
actually have sex with me. I have plenty of fantasies. 
Cindy Crawford. Steve Rogers. That doesn't mean I would 
want to actually have Captain America tie me up and spank 
me." Never mind what that image did to my dick. The 
traitor.

"But what if I could make that happen?"

I nearly dropped the phone at the sound of Steve's voice. 
After a moment of panic, I reminded myself that I was 
talking to a shapeshifter I had just watched do a perfect 
impersonation of my own voice.

"You've been a bad boy, Tony," Fake Steve continued, his 
voice low and dripping with suggestion. "You know what 
happens to bad boys, don't you?"

"Okay, you've made your point," I snapped. "Knock it off."

Steve's voice was replaced by Stephen's, sounding just as 
wrung out as he had in the video. "Please, Tony. Please. I 
need your cock inside me! Need you to fuck me so hard I 
can't walk!"

I pushed the end call button and sat fuming for a minute. 
How dare that twisted little fucker think he could 
manipulate me?

The phone buzzed with a call back. I ignored it.

I tried going back to the work I was doing before the 
entire interruption, channeling my anger and frustration 
into it.

"Sir, Mr. Odinson is here to see you," Jarvis announced 
warily after maybe two minutes. "What would you like me to 
do?"

'Release the hounds,' a voice in the back of my head 
snarled. But all my traitorous voice said was "let him in."

I met him upstairs, trying to come up with something really 
clever to say as I climbed the stairs. Something that would 
end this insanity once and for all.

The sight of him standing in the foyer in those same 
leather pants he wore in the video, coupled with a form 
fitting black turtleneck, sent anything I might have come 
up with scattering. It was very easy to imagine what he 
would look like naked. Not that I needed to imagine it. I 
gave myself a mental shake and said "really not used to 
people saying no, are you?"

"I recognize insincerity when I hear it. Or is your body 
simply betraying you?" He looked pointedly at my crotch, 
where my pants were starting to stretch uncomfortably tight 
again.

"Despite what some people might say, my dick doesn't do all 
my thinking for me. One last time: what do you WANT, Loki?"

He chuckled and began moving toward me. "You humans really 
are all the same, aren't you? So ashamed of your desires. 
So afraid to admit what you really want."

I stood my ground as he came closer, figuring if I backed 
away it would be seen as defeat. I wasn't about to let him 
win. 

"Did you pleasure yourself while you watched yourself take 
him apart? Had you considered what that would look like 
before tonight? Entertained fantasies about him? Thought 
about taking that beautiful, tight arse?" There was a sort 
of shimmer around him and suddenly Stephen was standing in 
his place. "Wouldn't you like to have the full experience? 
I know every intimate detail of Stephen's body, so I assure 
you this is completely accurate."

"Except it really isn't. You're basically wearing a highly 
realistic meat puppet." Thinking of it in those terms 
helped tone down my arousal a little. Because he hadn't 
changed the clothing along with the body and I was having a 
really hard time NOT looking at Stephen's cock in those 
leather pants.

He made a frustrated noise. "Your kind is willing to 
fornicate with a plastic, air-filled doll. How is this more 
objectionable?"

"We're not all the same. I need my partners to be living, 
breathing and - most importantly - consenting. It's one 
thing to imagine the person you're having sex with is 
someone else. If I had sex with you while you looked like 
that it would feel like I am just using Strange's body 
without his permission."

He cocked his head thoughtfully. "Is that what you think I 
was doing? Using your body without your consent?"

"No, I said it would FEEL LIKE that. Some people are better 
at role play than others. You weren't REALLY using my body. 
You were fulfilling a fantasy Strange thought was 
impossible with the best tools you have. He had no reason 
to think I would ever even know about it."

I saw understanding flash in his eyes before he shimmered 
again and turned back into Loki. "I suppose I have my 
answer then." 

"No, because I'm not just gonna forget those images now."

"I can make you forget."

"Too late. Jarvis is keeping a copy somewhere only I have 
access to, so even if you wipe my memory and destroy the 
disc, I'll just find it again." That was a lie, but he 
didn't know that.

His lips twitched like he was suppressing a smile. Whether 
it meant that he knew I was bluffing or that he was just 
amused I had no idea. "Well," he said slowly, moving toward 
me in a decidedly predatory manner. "It seems we have come 
full circle. I still believe you can help me explore the 
full potential of Stephen's desires and I am willing to 
negotiate the terms of an arrangement."

"Negotiate the...I haven't even agreed to anything yet!"

"You will," he said smugly, inching closer to me again.

"You really are not used to people saying no, are you?"

He stopped moving only when he was so close that he 
couldn't take another step without pressing against me. I 
still refused to cede any ground to him. "You saw the 
video. How many would deny themselves that pleasure?"

He leaned in until I could feel his breath on my ear and I 
did my best not to flinch. Or moan. I wasn't really sure 
how my body was going to react anymore.

"I can give you anything you desire," he murmured, just 
above a whisper. "Anything at all. There must be something 
you've always wanted to do - or have done to you - but 
never told a soul about."

I closed my eyes and tried to detach my brain from my body. 
It was a trick that had helped me survive being tortured. 
Weirdly appropriate, really. I sucked in a breath as his 
fingers ghosted along the line of the nearly painful bulge 
in my pants. Barely more substantial than the breath 
curling around my ear. He was still talking, but none of it 
was registering in my overheated brain. Until...

"What DO you want, Mr. Stark?"

I growled, but it probably just sounded like a whimper 
again. His voice was going straight to my cock at that 
point. I swallowed and kept my eyes firmly closed. 'I want 
to fuck that stupid smirk off your face,' the voice in the 
back of my head grumbled.

He chuckled softly. "Very well."

My eyes snapped open as he dropped gracefully to kneel in 
front of me and I wondered feverishly if I'd said that out 
loud. He smiled wickedly, still lightly tracing a finger 
along the strained fabric, licking his lips and keeping 
them slightly parted in blatant invitation and something in 
my brain snapped. Before any higher functioning could kick 
in, I was practically tearing my pants open and plunging my 
cock down his throat.

He didn't resist at all, even though I was dimly aware at 
one point that I was probably choking him. He seemed more 
than happy to let me use him, making encouraging noises 
when I pulled on his surprisingly soft hair. Which only 
spurred me on even more because FUCK that was good. 
Amazing, actually. Quite possibly the best blowjob I'd had 
in a LONG time. 

When I was so close I could almost taste it, one of the 
hands that had been gripping my hips moved and a deft 
finger slipped inside me, immediately finding the right 
angle to...

I bellowed as I came so hard I thought I would black out. I 
briefly feared Pepper would come running, thinking it was a 
cry of pain, but I remembered she wasn't home. She and 
Happy were on a date that night. Which also explained how 
Loki had gotten past security.

My legs turned rubbery and I did a barely controlled fall 
to the floor, gasping for breath and trying to calm my 
racing heart before Jarvis set off any alarms. Jarvis. 
Right. He would have seen the whole thing. Not that he 
hadn't seen worse before, but...not with a former enemy. 

Former? We could at least call it a truce now, right? He 
certainly didn't look like his formerly evil self, sitting 
on his heels, his hair mussed and his lips already starting 
to bruise. Our eyes met and he waited another moment for me 
to appreciate the sight of his lips, wet with saliva and 
semen, his cheeks flushed from the effort, before he 
flicked a wrist and everything shimmered again, leaving him 
cleaned up and put back together as if nothing had 
happened. I had a brief, primitive urge to mess him up 
again and take a picture, but I knew that image would be 
lodged in my brain for a long time regardless.

"I will give you some time to think it over," he said 
calmly, standing and smoothing his clothing and hair 
nonchalantly. "I will call you tomorrow for your answer."

He was gone before I could get my mouth and brain working 
in tandem well enough to voice an objection. 

"Son of a bitch," I muttered to the empty room.


THE END