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Defiling Stark Tower	By : Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 22002 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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The Director and his Agent
“You're wrinkling my suit,” Coulson protested, as Fury held him by the neck, face-down over the Director’s desk.
They had both been stuck at the office all night, dealing with various matters that required their attention, but it was now the early hours of the morning and they both needed some relief; this was why Coulson was in his current position, with neatly pressed suit trousers crumbled around his ankles, his shirt and jacket pushed half way up his back, and black boxer briefs pulled tight over his arse.
“It’ll be worth it,” Fury insisted smugly, the palm of his free hand pressed flat on the desk next to Coulson's hip, as he kicked at the inside of the man's shoe, spreading the agent’s feet a little wider.
“This is my favourite suit,” Coulson grumbled, keeping his calm, despite how exposed he felt. He was well aware that Fury was deliberately making him feel that way, and he couldn't deny how it made his blood run hot too; the way his growing erection was pressing against the desk was proof enough of that.
“I could cut it off you if you would rather,” Fury told him, pressing his fully clothed body down over Coulson’s, so that he could speak directly into his ear. “I don’t think the other agents would enjoy watching your naked walk back to your office as much as I would.”
Coulson groaned at the feel of the taller man's body over his, Fury's trouser-clad cock pressing against his arse, making him wish Director would be rid of the briefs he was still wearing already. "I don't think anyone would believe we were just training in here after that," Coulson pointed out, pushing back against the other man.
Fury chuckled deeply. They worked with some of the mostly highly trained agents in the world and so neither of them were stupid enough to think that anyone in the building actually believed that story. However, none of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Agents were stupid enough to challenge either of the two men on it and so it was something of an open secret that Director Fury and Agent Coulson were not to be disturbed whilst 'training'.
Coulson gasped, his hands gripping the edge of the desk just above his head as Fury's hand slid into the back of his briefs; the Director's fingers brushed over his hole and teased at the underside of his balls in a promise of what was to come.
"Still want my help straightening out your suit?" Fury asked quietly, already knowing what the Agent's answer would be. "Or perhaps I should rid you of these instead," he suggested, pulling at the boxer briefs that Coulson was still wearing.
"Going to be complicated managing that," Coulson said, pressing back against the Director's teasing fingers, trying not to let the sensations distract him, "while you have me pinned like this," he pointed out, putting on a pretence of struggling for a moment.
"That's why I came prepared," Fury told him, as he released his hand from Coulson's neck, reached into the chest pocket of his jacket, and pulled out a small switchblade, flicking it open once it was in the Agent's eye line. "Don't move, sweetheart," the Director mocked, pressing a kiss to Coulson's jaw.
"You're a sadistic bastard," Coulson grumbled affectionately, though he also did as instructed and stayed perfectly still as Fury used to blade to swiftly cut the waistband of his briefs; the Agent trusted his lover without question but the blade was undoubtedly sharp and accidents happened.
Fury chuckled deeply once more, not bothering to try and deny the other man's claim, though he suspected that the Agent was referring more to the pet name than the use of the blade. Despite the years they had been involved with each other, neither of them were really the pet name type.
"I like you like this," Fury commented, as he pocketed his blade again before taking a firm hold of the cut fabric in both hands, "bent over and exposed," he added, as he tore at the briefs, ripping them from the other man's body, "just for me."
"I can feel just how much you like it," Coulson teased, looking over his shoulder at Fury and pushing back until his now naked arse was pressed against the crotch of Director's trousers, which was straining around Fury's erection.
Losing the last of his hold on his patience, Fury reached over and yanked open his desk drawer. Coulson gave his lover a look of disapproval over his shoulder when the Director had to move away to be able to find what he was searching for, the small bottle of lube having rolled to the back since the time they had used it last.
"I'll just wait here, shall I?" Coulson asked rhetorically when Fury took the moment to hurriedly shrug off his long jacket, dropping it over his desk chair, which had been shoved to side earlier, before returning to the Agent, who had been wise enough to remain where he was.
"Comfortable?" Fury asked, as he ran his hands over the back and inside of the man's thighs, moving up slowly over the cheeks of Coulson's bare arse and then his hips. The Director relished the subtle signs of his lover's arousal, the way the man's fingers tightened on the edge of the desk, the way the muscles in his legs tensed as tried to hold himself still.
"Nick," Coulson gasped out, the word a plea for more that spurred the Director on. He leaned against his lover, knowing they both needed the contact, holding the man in place with his hips as he opened the lube and slicking up a couple of digits.
"I should teach you some patience," Fury suggested, pressing his slicked fingers into the crack of his lover's arse, circling the little hole there, his other hand pressing into Coulson's toned back as the man moaned in need.
"Bit too late to tell me to keep my pants on," Coulson teased, glancing at the man behind him, but his amused expression was lost into a wanton groan as Fury slid a single digit into his body. "Fuck, yes, Nick," he gasped as he pushed back against the intrusion, taking it deeper.
Fury moved his finger in and out of the other man's body. "More?" he asked with a chuckle, as the tight warmth of Coulson's arse clenched around his digit as though trying to hold him inside; nothing turned him on more than watching his normally composed lover come undone, and it was taking a lot to resist the urge to palm his own aching cock, which was straining against his trousers.
"Yes, yes, more," Coulson agreed easily; one finger was not enough because he wanted to really feel his lover inside him, he wanted the slight twinge that he knew two fingers would give him, and the burning stretch of three. Fury quickly obliged, adding a second finger, using his other hand to undo his own trousers, letting out a small moan of relief as his hard length was freed from its confines.
Fury knew all too well that Coulson was a strong and often infuriatingly stubborn man in his own right, and so having him beneath him like this, submitting willingly and begging for more, was the most erotic things he had ever experienced. His lover’s arse clenched around the digits he had buried inside him, and he chuckled darkly as he pulled them out only to push three back in, in their place.
Coulson let out a strangled noise, as he pushed back against the man behind him, relishing the stretch that it made him feel. “Quit teasing,” Coulson groaned in aroused frustration when, despite his attempts to fuck himself on the fingers splitting him open, the larger man refused to move. He was so close already that he didn’t think he was going to last much longer at all and he wanted his lover’s hard length deep inside him before that happened.
"Such impatience," Fury chuckled as he withdrew his fingers. Coulson turned to complain at him, but was cut short by the sight of the Director slathering his erection with lube, and Coulson’s hole twitched at the thought of that hard length pushing into his body, spearing him open.
Fury hummed in approval as he spread his lover's arse cheeks, getting a good look at the slicked up and clenching little hole between them. He wrapped his hand around his own cock, resisting the urge to stroke his length as he lined himself up.
"Brace yourself, sweetheart," the Director tauntingly told Coulson, who was still watching Fury with lust filled eyes as he started to push forward, the head of his cock pressing through the tight ring of muscle.
"Fuck," Coulson exclaimed, resting his forehead on the desk, his knuckles turning white as his grip tightened on the far edge. "Your cock is unreasonably big," the agent moaned as the Director pushed slowly forward, stretching him open.
"Are you actually complaining?" Fury asked, holding himself still, his erection half buried inside the other man; he knew full well how much his lover enjoyed his size, but that didn't mean it wasn't fun to taunt him with the unspoken threat of cutting this early-morning fuck short.
"Never," Coulson replied quickly, not wanting the other man to stop, not now he was so close to getting what he needed. And that much was true, he had never once so much as grumbled about Fury's size, even if it did make it rather impossible to suck him off for long.
"So you're telling me that you like this," Fury stated confidently, as he pushed himself further inside the other man. "That you get off on how full you feel with me all the way inside," he added once he was balls deep.
"Fuck yes," Coulson told him firmly and without hesitation. There was no way he would even think about denying that, not with the arousal that was flooding his body, and the feel of his lover inside him.
"You're one kinky mother fucker," Fury said almost proudly, pulling out only just enough to be able to thrust himself back in powerfully.
"Actually…” Coulson managed to gasp out, “you're the only one I've fucked lately," he pointed out cheekily, grunting as another harsh thrust brushed his own aching erection against the desk beneath his body. "And mothers… were never really my type," he added, moaning happily when Fury slapped his arse, before picking up the pace.
Fury's hands were planted on the desk, either side of Coulson's body, as he thrust hard and deep; neither of them were particularly loud during sex but the groans and small grunts that he earned from his lover were still deeply erotic to him, and only spurred him on to move faster. He wasn't sure how much longer he was going to last, but he was determined to make Coulson come first, brushing his cock viciously over the bundle of nerves inside the other man's body.
"Nick, fuck, yes," Coulson gasped out, as his balls tightened; he wanted to reach under his body and stroke his own cock, but Fury's hand moved to his wrist, stopping him, before the thought had barely even registered, but the pressure against his arm just pushed him ever closer to the edge, and he was so close now, he just needed...
"Fury, we... Whoa!" Tony Stark said as he appeared on the screen on the wall of Fury's office, cutting himself off before he could really get started and both Fury and Coulson froze, each of them trying to catch their breath but not daring to move as they realised that their privacy had been broken.
"Hey, I didn't mean to interrupt, feel free to finish up, I can wait," the billionaire told them, lounging back in his chair with a salacious grin as Coulson and Fury both looked over to glare at the screen that Tony had appeared on; it was clear to both of them that the Tony had access to the camera in the office and could see exactly what position they were currently in.
"This better be important, Stark," Fury snarled out through clenched teeth, holding himself inside of Coulson, knowing that any movement from there was only going to expose them more. He wasn't even going to ask how Stark had managed to hack into S.H.I.E.L.D.'s computers... again; that was something they could discuss when he didn't have his cock buried inside one of his senior Agents. "Get to the point," he instructed firmly, annoyed to have been denied his orgasm.
"What? Oh, right," Tony said, apparently trying to pull his mind from the gutter, "we have a minor security issue here," he told them somewhat dismissively, "though I think we have that handled. But there is someone I think that you and Agent would both be interested in meeting."
"Who?" Coulson asked curiously, despite how keen he was to end this awkward video call. Stark wasn't usually the kind to willingly invite S.H.I.E.L.D. into his business, so either the man was yanking their chain or this was pretty serious.
Tony smirked. "A feisty little Brit, says his name is Harry Potter."
-#-
Stark hadn't really explained in much detail; however, that the young man had managed to get into restricted areas of Stark Tower with apparent ease had been enough to persuade both Fury and Coulson that they needed to know more about him.
The billionaire had opened up an image that he had taken from the Tower's numerous cameras, showing a young dark haired man, who looked to be in his mid-twenties and had rather startlingly green eyes. Apparently Harry was claiming to have abilities, or more specifically, magic, according to Stark, which was why he had thought they could do with a second opinion on what to do next.
Thankfully, despite the billionaire's proclivity for voyeurism, they managed to end the call quickly, promising that they would make their way to New York with all due haste. However, with the interruption and the urgency of the situation, it had rather spoiled the mood and so Fury let himself slip from his lover's body and the two of them started trying to right their clothing.
"Did you have to destroy these?" Coulson asked with a frown as he picked up his cut and torn boxer briefs and tossed them in the direction of the bin in the corner; he had already pulled up his trousers, resigned to fact he was going to have to go commando for the moment.
"They were in the way," Fury stated, an unrepentantly smug expression on his face as he shrugged his jacket back over his shoulders.
"Well I'll let you explain that to Stark when we are late, due to the delay of taking a detour to my office to get me a change of clothes," Coulson told him matter-of-factly. He could have probably managed the rest of the day at the Triskelion without anything on under his trousers, but there was no chance he was going to Stark Tower like that; for one thing, given the inadvertent show they had put on for Stark, he didn't trust the billionaire not to try and cop a feel.
Fury scowled at that, but Coulson assumed it was at the suggestion of explaining anything to Stark, rather than his insistence that they go via his office; either way, Fury headed for the door, letting Coulson out first before following and securing the door shut behind them.
-#-
Coulson made his way straight over to his desk when he entered his office, not wanting to waste any time given they didn't really know how serious the security breach was at Stark Tower. He heard the Director follow him into the room and shut the door behind them, but he kept his attention on his desk, crouching down to unlock and open the bottom drawer.
"I didn't realised S.H.I.E.L.D. issue handcuffs were so... fluffy," Fury commented with amusement, from where he moved to stand behind Coulson, peering down into the drawer.
Coulson jumped, not having realised how close the other man was, going to slam the drawer shut; however, Fury was having none of that and caught it before this lover had a chance, pulling it fully open as he crouched down behind Coulson and wrapped an arm around his lover’s waist when the Agent went to move away.
"What other supplies you hiding?" Fury asked curiously, though he didn't wait for an answer before he reached into the drawer. He pushed the black fluffy handcuffs to one side and picked up a bottle of lube.
"We both know perfectly well that you have supplies of your own," Coulson said defensively; he had seen the things that Fury kept in his own desk first hand and knew most of them intimately.
"My supplies don't include these," Fury said with an amused chuckle, as he pulled out a pair of Captain America briefs. "Should I be jealous?" he asked teasingly.
Coulson just gave him an unimpressed look over his shoulder. It was something that they had talked about when Steve had first been found, Fury knowing full well about Coulson's thing for Captain America. Coulson had, however, quickly pointed out that anyone in their right mind would have a fantasy or two about Steve Rogers but that that didn't mean he was going to throw away whatever it was they had, even if Steve was interested.
"Here, put these on," the Director said, changing the subject as he pulled out another pair briefs, these ones black with the S.H.I.E.L.D. eagle on the arse and a star on the groin, "we need to get over to Stark's."
"Those were a joke," Coulson mumbled, but he snatched them from Fury's hand anyway and stood up as the man released his hold on him. He knew there would be no point arguing with Nick on this, and besides, the Director was right, they needed to get over to Stark Tower as soon as possible, and so he heeled his shoes off, and started to undo his trousers so as to as instructed.
Fury, meanwhile, was investigating the rest of the contents of the drawer and a few moments later turned to Coulson with a double ended dildo in one hand and a butt plug in the other. "Another joke?" he asked, enjoying the flush that coloured Coulson's cheeks.
"Something like that," Coulson said, as he tucked himself into the S.H.E.I.L.D. themed briefs and pulled his trousers back on over them.
"We are playing in your office next time," Fury stated as he put the items back into the drawer, closed it and locked it securely. He tossed the keys to Coulson, who had just finished getting his shoes back on and caught them with ease. "Ready?" the Director asked, and Coulson gave a firm nod, and followed Fury from the office.
-#-
Harry swung his feet absentmindedly as he sat on the end of the bed, looking around the simple but elegantly decorated room. He was glad that Tony and Clint had shut him in there, as opposed to some cell or the like, not least because this was a good deal more comfortable.
He knew he was perfectly capable of getting himself out of there if he really wanted, but honestly he was rather curious to see what would happen now. To say that Tony and Clint had been sceptical about him having magic would be an understatement, despite the evidence that they had seen, and it was clear that neither of them had been quite sure what to do next.
That had been about the time that they had offered him a bedroom, under the guise of giving him a chance to catch up on some sleep; Harry wasn't fooled, knowing they likely wanted to isolate him while they figured out their next move but truthfully some sleep sounded appealing and this was the most interesting twist his life had taken in a little while.
He had actually managed a few hours sleep, but soon the sun had been high in the sky and he had been woken as the room filled with bright daylight; he hadn't even bothered to try and sleep again after that. He was now starting to grow impatient though, and was determined that if someone didn't come to talk to him soon, then he would break himself out.
In the meantime, however, he figured he might as well make good use of the facilities that had been provided. So, pushing himself up off the bed, he quickly removed his trousers, the only item of clothing he had bothered to put back on after his delightful romp with Clint at the top of the climbing wall, and headed into the en-suite.
Even in these relatively simple guest quarters the en-suite bathroom was lavish. It was all done in muted, natural tones but there was no doubt that this was top of the line fixtures and fittings. Harry stepped into the unnecessarily large shower and turned it on, just letting the pleasantly warm water wash down over him.
Unable to resist, he spread his arms wide and turned full circle, enjoying the space just because he could, his head tipped back and his eyes pinched shut against the water that fell on his smiling face. Brushing the water away from his eyes and running his fingers through his soaking hair, he decided that maybe having such a large shower wasn't a bad thing after all.
Harry took his time to wash thoroughly and had just finished rinsing the shampoo from his hair when he thought he heard something. He quickly shut the water off, staying very still so he could listen carefully; he didn't think that he was in any danger but his life so far had taught him the value of being on alert.
"Mr Potter?" an unfamiliar voice called out, and it sounded to be close to the partially open door into the en-suite.
"One minute," Harry called back, glancing towards the door but he was unable to see anything. He was definitely curious as to whom it was that the great Tony Stark would call in for backup in a situation like this. As he stepped out of the shower and grabbed one of the fluffy towels from the side, he couldn't help but wonder if he was about to meet another of the Avengers.
He scrubbed at his hair roughly with the towel, just to stop it from dripping too badly, before quickly drying the rest of himself and wrapping the towel around his waist. He didn’t particularly want to go out and meet the unknown person while almost completely naked but he didn’t have anything else to put on.
Stepping back out into the bedroom, Harry found a man waiting for him there; he was smartly dressed in a well-fitting suit and was stood a little rigidly, close to the end of the bed. “Good morning, Mr Potter,” the man greeted with a pleasant smile.
“Harry, please,” the wizard insisted, holding out his free hand, which the other man shook firmly. “And you are?” Harry asked making no secret of looking the well-suited man up and down.
“Phil Coulson, Agent Phil Coulson,” the man informed him. “I work for S.H.I.E.L.D.,” he added, not that that helped Harry any as he had never heard of such an agency. “I can send someone to find you some clothes," the man offered, as his eyes darted down to Harry’s towel and quickly back up to Harry’s amused eyes.
"If you want," Harry said casually, shrugging his shoulders as he walked over to the window, one hand on the towel around his waist just to make sure that it didn't fall a moment sooner than he intended it to. "Does my nudity bother you?" he asked with a tone of mild curiosity, turning from the impressive view in front of him to watch the man with interest.
"Not really," Coulson told him calmly. He wasn't, however, going to mention the fact that his body was enjoying the sight of the young man in front of him a little more than he should have been; he supposed it was only natural given the release he had been denied not long ago.
“Soo…” Harry said, “shield you say?” He wanted to know more about this man, but it didn’t seem like Phil Coulson was much for sharing, at least not of his own accord.
“Stands for Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division,” Agent Coulson told him bluntly.
Harry stared at him for a moment, blinking a couple of times. “Yeah, I can see why you would shorten that,” he said with a chuckle. “So, are you the man they call in when they have trouble getting Tony’s one night stands to leave?” he asked with a smirk.
“Not usually,” Coulson told him, looking thoughtful, “but you seemed to merit some kind of special consideration.”
“Aww, I’m flattered,” Harry said with all the innocent sweetness he could muster, even going so far as to flutter his eyes. “I assume that Tony and Clint mentioned my abilities,” he said with a smirk as he stepped closer to the Agent.
“Yes, I have been made aware that you claim to have magic,” Coulson said flatly, having been fully informed about what exactly Harry had been up to during his short stay in the Tower.
Harry chuckled. “Mhmm, yes that too,” he agreed with a wink, stepping straight into the Agent’s personal space. “I presume you would like a demonstration.”
-#-
Fury had his arms crossed over his chest, standing between Stark and Barton as the three of them watched the video feed from the guest bedroom on a few tablets that Tony had set up. He wasn’t at all sure what to make of the young man who Coulson was currently talking to.
He trusted his lover without doubt but he had heard all about what Harry had been up to with Tony and then Clint, and the rather handsome young man wasn’t exactly wearing a lot of clothes at the moment.
“How long do you think Agent will be able to hold onto his clothes?” Tony asked, leaning around Fury to speak with Clint.
Clint simply chuckled at that; he had a lot of respect for Agent Coulson and knew that the man had excellent self-control, but he had thought he did too and yet he had still had ended up with his cock up Harry’s arse. Not that he was complaining because they had both really enjoyed themselves, and he was feeling quite relaxed after his release.
Fury, however, was not nearly so amused, his jaw tightening almost as a reflex when Harry started to obviously flirt. He clenched his hands into fists, as he resisted the urge to storm next door and put himself firmly between his lover and Harry and make it perfectly clear exactly who it was that Coulson belonged to.
“Mhmm, yes, that too,” he heard Harry say, watching as Coulson stood his ground, despite the young Brit getting so close. “I presume you would like a demonstration,” Harry offered in such a salacious tone that Fury’s resolve broke and he all but stormed from the room without an explanation, the door slamming shut behind him.
“What crawled up his ass?” Tony asked, looking rather stunned at the Director’s odd behaviour. Usually Fury was almost annoying collected in Tony’s opinion, so to see him seem to lose his temper was a rare thing.
“Agent Coulson,” Clint suggested, turning to Tony with a devilish smirk. The billionaire laughed a little, wondering just how he had missed the fact that Coulson and Fury were a thing if it was something that others knew about.
“That’s not the way around they were when I called this morning,” Tony told Clint, ignoring the archer’s wide-eyed expression, his attention fixed on the video of the room next door, watching with interest as Fury barged in.
-#-
Harry was almost pressed against the front of Coulson’s suit when the bang of the door being swung open made them both jump. The stern figure who now stood just inside the doorway was certainly an impressive sight and Harry actually stepped away from Agent Coulson to get a proper look at the other man.
He was tall, dressed head-to-toe in black, complete with an impressive long leather jacket that hung all the way down to his shit-kicker boots. Harry didn’t miss the pistol strapped to the man’s thigh, and held back the numerous questions he had about the eye-patch. He got the impression that this was the man in charge, though of what he still wasn’t quite sure.
“Sir,” Coulson said a little stiffly as the newcomer stepped further into the room, swinging the door shut behind him. Harry’s gaze flicked back and forward between the two of them for a few moments before breaking into a knowing grin.
“Oh this just got a whole lot more interesting,” Harry said quietly, looking decidedly pleased with the turn of events. He wouldn’t, of course, try to push anything that either one of them didn’t want but his head was already filling itself with ideas of being wedged between these two men, and his cock was twitching its agreement to that suggestion.
“I was curious to meet you myself, Mr Potter,” the tall newcomer stated; his eyes were fixed on Harry, but Harry still got the impression that the man was very aware of Agent Coulson’s every move regardless.
“I’m flattered,” Harry told him, watching the man with interest, “though I am not exactly sure who you are. And besides, not sure I am half as interesting as you lot seem to think I am.”
“Nick Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.,” the man stated bluntly, and Harry glanced over at Coulson again, wondering if the Agent really was sleeping with his boss. Though, he thought as he looked back at the Director, he could definitely see why Coulson would. “Stark and Barton had some interesting things to say about you,” Fury added, his eyes narrowed as he watched Harry closely.
“I bet they did,” Harry said with an amused chuckle, as Fury stepped over towards the pair of them. “All complimentary I hope,” he added with a cheeky grin, wondering what exactly Tony and Clint had been saying about him; he supposed it couldn’t be anything too terrible given that he was being handled with caution and curiosity, rather than fear.
“Actually, it mostly was,” Fury said, with a tone of mild surprise and concerned scepticism.
“Though Stark did seem a little disgruntled about your interactions with JARVIS,” Coulson added with just enough teasing to make Harry strongly suspect that Tony was watching and listening through his computers.
“Yes, I had noticed that JARVIS wasn’t responding when I tried to talk to him a little while ago,” Harry commented mildly, turning his attention back to Coulson. Truthfully, after how he had manipulated the AI, he hadn’t been surprised that he wasn’t being allowed to communicate with JARVIS any further. “I was starting to get a little bored and lonely,” Harry added with an exaggerated sigh, as he moved to stand in front of Coulson. “It really was good of you to send such a handsome Agent to amuse me,” he said, smiling sweetly at Fury as he reached out and slid a hand just under the lapel of Coulson’s suit such that his hand was resting over the Agent’s heart.
He had barely felt it beat twice under his palm however, before strong fingers tightened around his wrist and he released an involuntary gasp as he felt a large presence looming over him, all but pressing against his bare back. He was impressed; Fury didn’t look to be particularly young but he was certainly spry, Harry hadn’t even really noticed when the man had moved behind him.
“Agent Coulson is not here for your amusement,” Fury stated, his voice deep and possessive. “And nor am I,” he added quickly, when Harry turned to look at him over his shoulder, mouth half open ready to say something.
“Why don’t you tell me what you are here for then,” Harry suggested, making no effort at all to escape from between the two men and knowing full well that the towel around his waist would be doing nothing to keep Agent Coulson front realising just how aroused he was at the moment; one glance down over Harry’s shoulder and Fury would be able to clearly see as much too.
“We are here because Stark invited us,” Coulson told him, and Harry turned his attention back to the Agent, leaning in a little closer despite the hold Fury still had on his wrist. Harry saw Coulson’s eyes widen minutely and pupils dilate, and knew that the Agent could feel his erection pressing against him.
“I am so glad he did,” Harry said with a grin, using the closeness of their bodies to cover the movement of his fingers as he brushed them over the tented crotch of Coulson’s trousers. “The more the merrier and all that,” he added, glancing up at Fury once more, when the Agent failed to stifle a gasp at the teasing sensation of Harry’s digits.
The tall man at Harry’s back watched him with a stern calculating expression, as Harry found the zip on Coulson’s trousers and very slowly slid it down. The sound was loud in the quiet room, accompanied only by Coulson’s deep breaths, as the man obviously tried to control himself.
“I will tie you up if you can’t behave,” Fury stated, his eyes narrowed, daring Harry to continue along this path.
“Will you?” Harry asked with a hint of hopefulness. He didn’t even attempt to stop the towel from slipping off his hips as he leaned back against Fury’s body, letting the man get a full view of his hard cock, and him defiantly popping open the button on Coulson’s slacks. This position had the added bonus that he could now feel that the Director really was protesting too much, given the hardness that was pressing into Harry’s lower back.
“He really will,” Coulson said, meeting Fury’s eye as Harry used his unrestrained hand to push the slacks down over Coulson’s hips, letting them crumple to the floor. He was seriously turned on and all for this, but only if his lover was too, and so he watched the Director closely for a sign of protest as he kicked off his shoes and the crumpled trousers from around his ankles.
“You asked for it,” Fury whispered in Harry’s ear, as he released the young man’s wrists only to wrap his arms around Harry’s whole naked body. With one arm around Harry’s chest, the other hand cupping the young man’s groin, he moved him to the end of the bed; Harry groaned softly as each stepped gave delicious friction of the man’s large palm against his cock and fingers against his balls.
“Coulson was helping,” Harry protested feebly, as he was pressed face-down against the bed.
“Then maybe I will tie him up too once I am done restraining you,” Fury suggested, as he reached down to his waist, undoing his belt and yanking it free. “Roll over and move up the bed,” he instructed, lifting off Harry’s back and the young man wasted no time before doing as instructed, lying on his back near the headboard.
“Apparently he can do as he’s told when he really wants to,” Coulson said with amusement from where he was stood at the foot of the bed, his hand brushing over the bulge in his S.H.I.E.L.D. themed briefs.
“Sounds familiar,” Fury commented drily, throwing his lover a pointed look as he looped the belt around both of Harry’s wrists and then the cast iron bars at the head of the bed. Coulson looked unrepentant; he knew that Fury wanted him for exactly who he was, stubborn, defiant streak and all.
Harry gave his arms an experimental tug once Fury was done, smiling when the belt held him; he knew he could have transfigured some fabric or ropes for them to use, but he rather liked the unforgiving thick leather, and he knew that if it got too much it would be easy for him to summon his wand from the pocket of his trousers and release himself.
“If you want to stop, tell me and we will,” Fury said seriously, looking Harry in the eye. The young Brit nodded; he knew he could get away if he needed to but the man’s promise was reassuring nonetheless. “Good,” he said, before moving off the bed to stand next to his lover.
“Stark and Barton aren’t likely to turn off the cameras or avert their eyes,” Coulson pointed out, speaking to both of them as Fury came to stand in front of him and started removing his tie. He was aware that the other two men were likely still in the room next door, watching their every move via the cameras, and he wanted to be sure they all knew what they were getting into.
“Well I’ve got nothing they haven’t seen before,” Harry said, shrugging his shoulders as best he could given the bindings around his wrists. “Doesn’t bother me if those perverts want to watch, but if they even think about distributing the video of this I will castrate them both,” he added loudly, knowing that Tony and Clint would be able to hear him.
“It’s not my ass that’s going to be bared to the cameras,” Fury said firmly, pocketing the tie, pushing the suit jacket off his lover’s shoulders, to the floor, and starting on the buttons of Coulson’s shirt. “Up to you, sweetheart,” he added with a smug expression, chuckling at the scowl Coulson gave him.
“Does it feel like I want to stop?” the Agent asked, grabbing hold of one of Fury’s hands and pressing it against his groin. “Like hell I am being left like this for a second time today,” he said firmly. “If you want any chance of actually sleeping in our bed this month you are going to fuck me hard enough to see stars.”
“That can be arranged,” Fury practically growled, giving up on the buttons and ripping the shirt from his lover's body, splaying a hand against Coulson’s chest, wanting to feel the skin beneath his fingers. Fury ignored the young man on the bed for a moment and focused on his lover, threading the fingers of his other hand through Coulson’s hair and pressing their lips together in a possessive and almost punishing kiss.
“Fuck,” Harry gasped, writhing on the bed as his hips pushed up in a futile attempt to get some friction on his aching cock; he was finding the display before him seriously erotic and desperately wanting to touch himself, wanting the two men to touch him.
“Take these off,” Fury told his lover as they broke apart, pulling at the waistband of Coulson’s briefs, “and get on the bed, straddling him.”
Coulson nodded, feeling a little breathless from the kiss, moving to do as instructed the moment that Fury released his hold on him. He hurriedly removed the briefs, throwing them to the side uncaringly, before climbing atop the mattress; he paused for a moment to take in the sight of the aroused young man tied there.
“Straddle him,” Fury repeated impatiently, landing a swat to each of Coulson’s butt cheeks, earning a yelp of surprise and a glare, before quickly going to remove his boots. He had been half tempted to just keep them on but he didn’t want them getting in the way, or hampering his leverage when fucking himself into his lover.
By the time the boots were off and he had moved to the side of the bed, he was pleased to see that Coulson had done as instructed and now sat straddling Harry’s thighs. The younger man seemed to have regained at least some of his control, but was still breathing deeply, his eyes full of lustful need.
“Hands,” Fury stated simply, holding out one of his own; the simple instruction seemed to be enough for Coulson because the Agent promptly placed his wrists in the other man’s grasp. The Director pulled the tie from his pocket, and quickly wrapped it around Coulson’s wrists, binding them together.
He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Coulson’s lips before encouraging his lover to lean forward and hold onto one of the cast iron bars of the headboard. “Potter’s going to get the best view in the house while I fuck you,” he said as he attached the tie to the headboard, just above the belt holding Harry in place.
“Merlin,” Harry gasped out as he took in the sight of the man above him, the Agent’s grip on the headboard accentuating the muscles in his arms and chest and Harry longed to touch, pulling futilely against his bindings as he let his eyes follow the thin trail of hair down the man’s chest to his groin. Harry’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, wishing he could wrap them around the leaking tip of Coulson’s cock, wanting to taste him and feel the stretch in his jaw as he took in as much as he could.
“Later,” Coulson promised with a wink, not having missed the expressions that flickered over Harry’s face, and wanting very much to help sate that look of hunger and desire. Right now though, he just wanted to feel his lover spearing him open and coming inside him.
“I’m going to hold you to that,” Harry said with a grin but they were quickly distracted by Fury, who had moved to the end of the bed and making demands.
The Director used his deep authoritative voice, instructing Coulson to lift himself up and move to kneel between Harry’s legs, leaving the young Brit with his legs spread open either side of Coulson’s thighs. Harry felt exposed and couldn’t see what Fury was doing, not with Coulson just above him, but he was sure that was the point, to have him vulnerable and the dynamic of it was exciting him.
There was a small pop of a bottle opening and both Harry and Coulson shifted in eager anticipation, not knowing who or what exactly Fury was going to touch first. Harry moaned as slick fingers brushed over his balls and wrapped around his cock, stroking him firmly a few times, and he let out a frustrated whine when they disappeared leaving him desperate for more.
Harry was about to complain but was cut short when he realised exactly what Fury meant by ‘best view in the house’ as Coulson’s eyes pinched shut and the man let out a pleasured groan; the sounds that the Agent was making as Fury started to prepare him were sexy as anything and it was beautiful to watch the unrestrained pleasure morph Coulson’s expression.
“Nick,” Coulson pleaded, as a two slick fingers slid into him, stretching his hole open around them. Any patience he would normally have had had been used up earlier in the Director’s office and even with only two of his lover’s digits buried in his body he felt halfway to his orgasm. He was glad that Fury didn’t seem to have much patience either, given the way those fingers were being thrust into him and being spread.
He wanted to lose himself in the moment, in the sensations, but an aroused moan beneath him reminded him that they had company this time around and so he forced his eyes open, taking in the flushed tanned body writing beneath him.
Harry’s pupils were blown wide with lust as the young man pulled against the belt keeping his hands above his head; Harry couldn’t move much but was able to push his body up just enough for the tip of his cock brushed teasingly against Coulson’s, leaving a thread of pre-cum between the two but the small teasing touches of their erections did nothing to dull either of their need.
Fury didn’t let up, relishing the dominance he had over both the other men and watching the two of them together. He palmed his own cock through the thick material of his trousers as he added a third finger to Coulson’s body, the resistance against two he was already using having lessened.
“Are you watching, Potter?” Fury asked, as he withdrew his fingers from Coulson’s body a few moments later, his patience having worn out and the need to be inside his lover against taking over. He made quick work of undoing his own trousers and slicking up his aching length as he parted Coulson’s legs enough to give him space to get between them, spreading Harry further open in the process.
As he got on the bed and knelt behind his lover, he glanced down at the smaller man lying beneath Coulson and as he met Harry’s startlingly green eyes, the young Brit made a noise of confirmation, nodding eagerly. “Watch his face, watch how much he loves having me inside him,” Fury instructed and Harry nodded again, his eyes fixed on Coulson now.
“Quit teasing,” Coulson groaned impatiently, pushing his hips back towards his lover but finding himself unable to move far due to the tie around his wrists; it didn’t matter though because Fury was pushing forward, the head of his cock pressing into Coulson.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Harry gasped out, his own body desperately trying to find friction as he watched Coulson welcome the intrusion into his body. He glanced down between their bodies, and groaned in arousal; he could see his own cock, standing proud and eager for attention, and Coulson’s hanging down to meet it, and beyond their legs, he could see Fury, still full dressed, knelt behind the naked man above him.
“Yes,” Coulson muttered breathlessly, still trying to push back against his lover as Fury’s cock slowly inched deeper into his arse. The mild burn of the stretch was making him desperate for more and he wanted his lover to fuck him hard already but he knew Fury well enough to know that demanding that now would do nothing but encourage the man’s slow pace.
“Can you see how much he loves it?” Fury asked as he pushed the last of inch of his hard cock into his lover’s hole, his groin nestling against the curve of Coulson’s arse. He held himself there, refusing to move even as his lover shifted against him and clenched around his cock.
“Fuck, yes,” Harry exclaimed, more than a little jealous of the man above him and hoping that he was going to get a chance to experience the pleasure that was clear in Coulson’s face. “Beautiful,” he gasped out honestly, feeling honoured to be able to watch the pair of them so closely in such an intimate moment, that that they would share it with him.
Coulson didn’t even pause to think before leaning down to capture Harry’s lips in a kiss, needing to touch the young man beneath him and being rather limited in his options. Harry moaned happily into it and Coulson groaned loudly against the other man’s lips as Fury suddenly pulled out, only to thrust back in hard.
It was the least subtle but definitely most erotic ‘this man is mine’ message that Harry had ever seen, but he definitely got the message, watching in awe as the two men moved together. They ha d a synchronicity that only came with time and that just made him all the more honoured to be allowed to join them, and he tried to communicate that through the kiss. Even if his mouth hadn’t been occupied he doubted he would have been able to find the words.
Harry cried out in surprise and no small amount of relief as Fury’s hand wrapped around his cock and started to stroke him firmly; he had barely been touched before that moment and yet the whole experience had him about to come already.
“Close, yes, harder,” Coulson demanded, desperate for more of the cock that was thrusting in and out of his body. “So close,” he told them, and Harry’s attempt at echoing the sentiment came out as little more than a garbled sound of pleasure as the Director’s hand continued to pump his erection.
It really did only take a few more thrusts before Coulson was coming hard, his seed splattering Harry’s chest, as his arse clamped down against the intrusion still thrusting into his body. Harry was barely a second behind, crying out as his own cock erupted in Fury’s still moving hand, watching Coulson’s orgasm having been enough to push him over the edge.
The two of them were still panting their way through their climaxes when Fury thrust hard, holding himself inside Coulson, his hand stilling on Harry’s slowly softening cock, and the Director emptied himself into his lover’s body, leaving all three of them trying to catch their breath.
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Harry hummed softly in approval, as the Director worked his fingers into the muscles of Harry’s right arm, which had cramped up on being released. The young Brit was lying on half on his front, his naked body pressed against Coulson’s side and a leg lazily lying over the Agent’s. Fury was still mostly clothed, having ditched his jacket, gun and holster before lying down, and was sat with his back against the headboard.
“If you old men are feeling up to it, I would really like to suck you off,” Harry told Coulson conversationally, nudging the man’s flaccid cock gently with his knee. “Preferably with you buried in my arse,” he added, glancing up at Fury.
Coulson laughed, pleasantly surprised and amused by the young man's enthusiasm and bluntness. “I’m ready when you are,” the agent said, tucking his hands behind his head, as he parted his legs enough to give Harry room and looked at the young man expectantly.
Fury let go of the young man’s arm and nodded his agreement, and so Harry was grinning as he moved to settle between Coulson’s thighs; Harry tucked own legs up under his body, slightly spread, his bare arse in the air as he mouthed at the base of the man’s flaccid length.
Coulson looked completely relaxed, even as his cock hardened slightly already, Harry’s breath ghosting over his groin as the young man leaned in close before licking his way up the soft length. Fury shed the rest of his clothes, watching as Harry took the tip of the slowly hardening cock between his lips, and swirled his tongue around it, before sucking more into his mouth.
The Director chuckled deeply, watching Coulson’s calm, collected façade began to crumble as the man’s erection started to fill. Grabbing the lube from his jacket pocket, Fury moved back over to the bed, slicking his fingers as he went.
He spread the cheeks of Harry’s arse, earning a moan of approval from the young man, which in turn sent vibrations trembling through Coulson’s now nearly hard cock. Fury teased as the edge of Harry’s hole, running his slicked finger around the rim before pushing just the tip inside. He would take care with this young man because, unlike with his lover, he didn’t know how much Harry could take.
However, it seemed that Harry wasn’t any keener on the slow pace than Coulson usually was, because he pushed back against the digit. Fury was able to push one finger in with enough ease that he confidently added a second quickly, pressing them into Harry’s willing and eager body. Harry moaned happily, rocking his body between the fingers pushing into him and the cock between his lips.
“Fuck,” Coulson gasped out, as Harry’s vocal approval of Fury’s actions sent tingles down his cock. He threaded his fingers into Harry’s dark, messy hair, encouraging the young man to keep going, because it felt amazing. It only got better when he managed to lift his head and take in the view he had of Fury, fully naked with his fingers thrusting into Harry’s body.
Harry let Coulson’s erection slip from between his lips, glancing over his shoulder at Fury. “More. I’m not fragile,” he told him, his arousal leaving him breathless. “More. Please,” he all but begged as he moved his hand between Coulson’s legs, teasing the man’s balls.
Harry whimpered at the stretch, as the Director gave him what he was asking for, pushing three fingers into the young man’s body. It was almost too much, the wonderful sensations so very distracting and it took great effort to focus on the pleasure he was trying to give Coulson, as he wrapped his fingers around Coulson’s cock, stroking the length.
Coulson’s hips seemed to move of their own accord, thrusting up into Harry’s hand. Fury was setting a fast pace, stretching Harry’s body open and when Harry leaned down it took a few attempts to get Coulson’s cock back into his mouth. When he managed it though, he relished the strain on his jaw as he let the weight of it glide over his tongue.
It was fortunate that they had all come so recently, otherwise they would have been racing towards their climaxes far quicker than any of them would have wanted, losing themselves in the pleasure of each other. Harry gasped in surprise when the fingers of Fury’s free hand knotted in his hair and lifted him off Coulson’s leaking erection.
“On your back,” Fury instructed, leaning forward to speak directly into Harry’s ear and withdrawing his fingers from the young man’s body. Harry and Coulson shared a look for a second, before both turning to look curiously at Fury. For a moment the Director thought he might have to repeat himself but then Harry obeyed, Coulson leaning up on his elbows to watch.
“Like this, sir?” Harry asked teasingly, deliberately spreading his legs and displaying himself to Fury’s eyes, smirking at the lust he could see in the Director’s expression.
Fury didn’t respond, other than to move himself back between Harry’s legs, and turned to his lover. “I think you should put that cock back down his throat, keep his cheekiness in check,” the Director suggested, his tone teasing.
“Merlin, yes,” Harry agreed, liking the sound of that idea very much. His pupils were blown wide with lust as Coulson moved to straddle his chest, the man’s tempting cock standing proud and leaking pre-cum just a few inches from Harry’s face.
Coulson grabbed one of Harry’s hands and put it on his thigh. “Pinch me if you want me to stop, if you want either of us to stop,” the Agent instructed firmly, a serious expression on his face; however, that quickly faded to a smile when Harry nodded his understanding, licking his lips eagerly.
Harry was so focused on the man straddling his chest that he couldn’t help the noise of surprise that passed through his lips when Fury’s hands gripped his legs and spread them. He knew that he must be so exposed to the Director’s gaze but didn’t take his eyes off Coulson, letting out an aroused moan as a finger brushed over his hole.
“Ready?” Fury asked, as he pushed the tip of his finger into Harry’s body, in a promise of things to come. Harry nodded enthusiastically before realising that the Director couldn’t see him properly given Coulson’s position and so he gasped out his confirmation.
Even with how carefully he had been prepared, and the two bouts of sex he had had not so long ago, Harry felt the stretch as Fury’s cock pushed into his body, his legs resting either side of the Director’s waist as the man pressed deeper into him and his hands gripped tightly onto Coulson’s thighs. He was finding a strange peace in allowing these two men control him, take care of him, and he was able to just enjoy the pleasure they were giving him, that he was giving them.
“I want you inside me too, I want to taste you,” Harry told Coulson breathlessly, licking at his lips again. “Please,” he groaned as he felt Fury withdraw a little only to thrust back in deeper.
“Remember,” Coulson said, brushing his fingers through Harry’s hair, “one pinch and I’ll stop,” he reminded, knowing that soon Harry would be incapable of words, and wanting to be certain that they weren’t doing anything to him that he didn’t want.
“I know,” Harry promised him, “but please,” he begged and Coulson simply nodded, smiling at Harry sweetly as he took his own cock in hand and knelt up enough to brush the tip over the young man’s lips.
Harry’s tongue darted out, swirling around the head of Coulson's erection, as Fury’s groin pressed snugly against the cheeks of his arse, the Director’s cock now fully buried inside him. “Please,” Harry repeated, looking up at Coulson with lust blown eyes.
“We’ve got you,” Coulson assured him, using one hand on the headboard to support his weight as he used the other to ease his length into Harry’s mouth, those soft lips caressing his sensitive cock and the young man’s saliva easing the way.
“Yes, like that,” Fury praised, watching his lover claim Harry’s mouth while he picked up the pace with which he was thrusting into Harry’s body. He had his fingers wrapped around the Brit’s erection, stroking him in time with his movements.
“So good,” Coulson gasped out, as Harry’s tongue worked on his erection, bringing him as much pleasure as his own movements were, and though the young Brit’s hands were gripping his thighs tightly, there was no sign of a pinch or any protest from Harry.
On the contrary, he seemed to love every moment of it, his body writhing beneath the other two men as the three of them barrelled towards their climaxes, their breathless noises of approval combining with the almost vulgar sounds of their bodies moving together. And sure enough it wasn’t long before Harry was spilling himself in Fury’s hand, his body clenching around the length in his arse as he squeezed every drop from the Director and swallowed Coulson’s seed.
Coulson all but flopped onto the bed next to Harry in an exhausted heap, as the three of them tried to catch their breath and revelled in those post-orgasmic moments. “That was amazing,” Coulson said, giving Harry, who was already half asleep, a chaste kiss.
“Yes,” Harry said, unable to form much rational thought at the moment. “Amazing,” he agreed, as he felt Fury move to lie down on his other side, letting himself fall into an easy sleep, safe between the Director and his Agent.

I hope you all enjoyed this and I look forward to hearing your thoughts and opinions.

Still planning for the next chapter to be Loki/Harry but I could possibly do a small interlude chapter before then to show what happened with Clint and Tony when they were left alone in this chapter (it would be short, probably a few thousand words at most). I only want to spend the time on that if there is genuine interest though.
Also, I would be interested in hearing your thoughts about whether or not Harry should end up with someone (or even several someones) at the end of all this. I am actually kind of liking the idea of him ending up with Fury and Coulson, but I am open to suggestions and opinions (though not Tony and/or Steve, as I have other plans for those two ;) )
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Jan - Thank you very much. Sorry it took a while, this chapter was decidedly stubborn.
Kai - Yes, Loki and Thor are both going to be fascinated by Harry's magic and will hopefully both be making appearances soon.
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