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Notes: Written for andonedayshewillexplode and a tumblr prompt meme. Feel free to leave them in my ask box. This is part of my Avengers Pacific Rim AU.
Title: see the way to fire
Fandom: The Avengers
Pairing: Thor/Bruce
Words: 485 words
Prompt: last hope
see the way to fire
Thor slid a hand behind Bruce's neck, cupping it as his other arm slid under Bruce's thighs and hauled him up and against him. At the same moment, he caught Bruce's lips with his own, kissing him hard as he pushed him back up against the door of his quarters. His large hand smoothed down Bruce's back, joining the other at Bruce's hips to hold him up even as he wedged one knee between Bruce's legs.
A moan slipped past Bruce's lips, his own hands clinging desperately at Thor's shoulders. He reached up, tangling his fingers in Thor's hair and pulled him close; arching up to achieve as much contact as possible.
Their Ghosts were creating a feedback loop. Bruce didn't just feel the way that Thor gripped his hips, but felt the rough fabric of his shirt, the elastic of his waistband. He could feel lust, love, desperation all feeding into him just as he felt them himself. It was such a strange feeling; his own emotions bleeding into Thor's just as Thor's bled into him until he couldn't tell where his began and Thor's ended.
Tomorrow would decide everything. They would throw everything they had at the Rift all in an effort to see that War Machine could successfully deliver her nuclear payload through the Rift and destroy them all. Tomorrow would decide the fate of the world.
Bruce arched up, pressing one kiss after another to Thor's lips as he pushed himself up against him. Thor's chest was firm and he was warm, so warm; Bruce was reminded of the Drift, of Thor's golden presence calling to Bruce, soothing him and banishing his darkness.
“We can't go farther than this,” Bruce managed between kisses. “You know we can't... tomorrow.”
“We shall need all our strength,” Thor agreed, burying his face against Bruce's neck. He didn't move from where he had Bruce pinned against the wall, hands firm like iron bands around Bruce's hips. “But I will not go into battle without the taste of you on my tongue. If it is to be my last, then so be it. If we are to die, then we die together.”
“Don't say that,” Bruce murmured fiercely, clutching at Thor's face as he pressed his forehead against his. “We're going to make it. We're going to win this, you hear me? We're going to win this.”
Thor grinned up at him beneath his lashes, “So we shall. We shall claim victory on the morrow. No matter what we might face, we shall defeat it. And claim our victory.”
Smiling, Bruce kissed him, “To our victory.”
With his grin turning to a smirk, Thor caught Bruce's bottom lip with his teeth – nipping it. “And when we claim victory... I shall claim your willing submission as well.”
Sucking his lip into his mouth, Bruce smiled, his arms around Thor's neck and he relaxed in his hold. His head fell back and he murmured, “And you'll have it.”
FIN.
Title: see the way to fire
Fandom: The Avengers
Pairing: Thor/Bruce
Words: 485 words
Prompt: last hope
Thor slid a hand behind Bruce's neck, cupping it as his other arm slid under Bruce's thighs and hauled him up and against him. At the same moment, he caught Bruce's lips with his own, kissing him hard as he pushed him back up against the door of his quarters. His large hand smoothed down Bruce's back, joining the other at Bruce's hips to hold him up even as he wedged one knee between Bruce's legs.
A moan slipped past Bruce's lips, his own hands clinging desperately at Thor's shoulders. He reached up, tangling his fingers in Thor's hair and pulled him close; arching up to achieve as much contact as possible.
Their Ghosts were creating a feedback loop. Bruce didn't just feel the way that Thor gripped his hips, but felt the rough fabric of his shirt, the elastic of his waistband. He could feel lust, love, desperation all feeding into him just as he felt them himself. It was such a strange feeling; his own emotions bleeding into Thor's just as Thor's bled into him until he couldn't tell where his began and Thor's ended.
Tomorrow would decide everything. They would throw everything they had at the Rift all in an effort to see that War Machine could successfully deliver her nuclear payload through the Rift and destroy them all. Tomorrow would decide the fate of the world.
Bruce arched up, pressing one kiss after another to Thor's lips as he pushed himself up against him. Thor's chest was firm and he was warm, so warm; Bruce was reminded of the Drift, of Thor's golden presence calling to Bruce, soothing him and banishing his darkness.
“We can't go farther than this,” Bruce managed between kisses. “You know we can't... tomorrow.”
“We shall need all our strength,” Thor agreed, burying his face against Bruce's neck. He didn't move from where he had Bruce pinned against the wall, hands firm like iron bands around Bruce's hips. “But I will not go into battle without the taste of you on my tongue. If it is to be my last, then so be it. If we are to die, then we die together.”
“Don't say that,” Bruce murmured fiercely, clutching at Thor's face as he pressed his forehead against his. “We're going to make it. We're going to win this, you hear me? We're going to win this.”
Thor grinned up at him beneath his lashes, “So we shall. We shall claim victory on the morrow. No matter what we might face, we shall defeat it. And claim our victory.”
Smiling, Bruce kissed him, “To our victory.”
With his grin turning to a smirk, Thor caught Bruce's bottom lip with his teeth – nipping it. “And when we claim victory... I shall claim your willing submission as well.”
Sucking his lip into his mouth, Bruce smiled, his arms around Thor's neck and he relaxed in his hold. His head fell back and he murmured, “And you'll have it.”
FIN.