bounty

BOUNTY HUNTER SERIES

email: bermille@earthlink.net

OK this is what I have so far...Don't laugh...well, do if you find it funny...Don't say I didn't warn you! Round robin anyone? It is untitled and I am not sure at this point I want to claim ownership:-)

Rated R for language

SPOILER SPACE

Mulder lay in sheer agony. He sensed the alien bounty hunter appear beside
him. Then another presence appeared, then another and another and another. He
couldn't see to the side very well but he could tell that the others were more
of the aliens. Aliens with the same impassive face except for one.

"What's so fucking special about this other one he felt like he had to smile?
He? It?" Mulder was too exhausted with fear and pain to even contemplate that
much further. Suddenly he could see what the alien saw, what the alien did. He
groaned. The mother fucking alien was Scully, then a little girl, then
Skinner.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he groaned out loud. No wonder the bastard was smiling, he
got to kick Skinner's ass as a little girl.

"A feminazi alien? Great, what's next? They take over the world and make
Gloria Steinem president?" he thought miserably.

"Hey, can you talk?"

The alien didn't say a word but Mulder sensed a thought in his mind.

"Great, can you get me outta here?"

<Yes>

"Well?!"

"What if I need to take a leak?"

"Oh fuck, oh shit, NO!" he screamed in his mind.

*****

Mulder woke from his stupor and tried in vain to move his head. No good. He
just made himself dizzy by whirling his eyes around.

"This is so fucking unfair!" he screamed.

"Can you sound just a little bit more like my mother?!" he snarled at the
alien sarcastically.

The alien did not respond.

"Um...I really need to go. There is no way I can get privacy here, huh?"

<No>

Mulder sighed and tried one last ditch effort, "Can you tell me if there is
any way I can get out of this thing?"

<Yes, there is one way, but I don't think you'll like it>

Mulder froze.

"What other evil machinations does this bastard have for me?" he thought
dismally, hoping the alien couldn't read his mind.

"OK. I'll bite. What is this one way?"

<Um, there is the anal probing that is due. All kidnapping aliens must adhere
to code 45, subsection 23, paragraph 2 of the Kidnapping Alien's Handbook. I
know it's embarrassing but what can you do?>

[Author's note: I know, I know...I slipped into the Hitchhiker's Guide to the
Galaxy with a little bit of Kids in the Hall thrown in for good measure, but
what can a bad writer do?]

Tune in tommorow when our captive decides what to do...

Author's note part 2: I know I am evil

*****

Mulder lay on the table? chair? alien sofa? for a long moment, shocked. It
wasn't as if he hadn't ever heard of such a thing before, but to actually have
an alien say it outright like that-it was too much.

"Wait a minute, you said this thing is scheduled?"

<Yes>

He thought a moment, his bladder completely forgotten about, "Hell, at least I
will be outta this infernal thing!"

"OK. I'll do it," he voiced quietly.

"I *know*, but at least I am willing at this point. Can we get it over with?"
he cried out, exasperated.

Mulder didn't like the sound of that.

"How-what do you mean?"

<Well, first you must be thoroughly clean and have the area vacuated>

"Oh, as in go to the bathroom?"

"Well, I would like to go, but how? I seem to be strapped into this amorphous
whatsit and I really need to go badly!"

<Oh, I just have to touch it and it becomes a toilet>

"Cool," he thought, then blushed, not believing he even thought of such a
thing.

[Authors note: This is really me. I don't know where I came up with this one.]

The alien put his hand on the side of the whatsit and it began to change
shape. When he it stopped moving, he realized his face was still very much
attached to the metal pins stuck all over his face. Also, his hands and legs
still were strapped down.

"Hey, haven't you forgot about something!?"

The alien seemed to move about, looking at the toilet he was now sitting on.

<No. It seems to be a standard toilet as you would have on Earth>

"I mean, what about my face and hands and legs?"

Mulder interrupted rudely, "That is enough of that Data impression you have
going!"

<Data? You mean the robotic component on the television show "Star Trek?">

"Now you sound like Spock!"

"You would!" snapped Mulder.

"So how do I do this with myself strapped in like this?" he finally asked,
feeling completely defeated.

Mulder blushed again at that. "The smug bastard!" he thought and hoped again
that the alien couldn't read his mind.

"God, it's too fucking embarrassing with an audience!" he cried aloud.

The alien did not reply. After a few red-cheeked moments, he started to
urinate. When he finished, the alien replied, <You must vacate yourself
completely>

"Shit!"

Mulder desperately wished he could cover or hide his face. He finished his
business and wished secretly for an air freshener.

"How am I gonna..."

The alien touched the toilet and it became a bidet.

"Great, you've thought of everything,"Mulder grumbled.

"I don't even wanna know!!"

Mulder thought, "The bastard *is* being smug! What an asshole!"

<No, I think that will be your position>

Mulder blushed furiously.

Tune in tommorow for the Continuing adventures of "The Life and Times of an
Alien Abductee"

[Author's Note: *Phew* Glad that one is finished! What do you think, should I
name it something else? I am sorry Xanthe, you will have to wait patiently for
the next time for any partying that will take place OR will it? *evil grin*]

*****

Bertina, still not certain if I should claim ownership of this thing:-)

The further continuing adventure of an alien abductee and his boss
______________________________

Walter Skinner, mild mannered AD of the FBI, was sitting unobtrusively behind
his large desk staying late, not really wanting to go home to a dark apartment
where thoughts ran deep of a certain missing agent. Kim, his cute but busy with
her own life secretary, left after he told her good night. He was now more than
ever determined to find Mulder and to figure out who or what that morphing dude
or alien or whatever was finally. He would have asked for longer leave time
after his recovery but for the mound of paperwork left undone and the scads of
busy work he wanted to catch up with. He felt supremely guilty and chained to
his desk and had a fleeting fantasy of lighting his whole office afire when he
looked up to find the Morphing Man standing in the doorway, staring right at
him.

"Well, at least he's not a little girl," thought Skinner, flushing slightly at
feeling irrationally fearful of little girls since his treatment by the alien
in the girl's body. He had never seen the bounty hunter in his original face
but he just knew that creature was him. He rose uncertainly and the BH smiled
at him. Walter was completely unnerved by that.

"Do you have Mulder?" he growled impatiently at the alien.

"Yes, he is safe and relatively unharmed...Wait, before you do something silly
and irrational, let me explain to you why I am here."

Walter folded his arms across his chest, waiting with a glower.

[Authors note: you may be wondering why this BH can speak while the ones on
the space craft used telepathy. Well, as it so happens, I have asked one and
this is what it said: "Well, you know how it is...those space ships have an
awful humming noise that makes it rather hard to hear, it has nearly wiped our
sense of hearing. Our only means of communication had to be by telepathy or we
just wouldn't get anything done. Chop that up to be bureaucracy." Author grins
sheepishly and shrugs.]

Walter snorted, "Well?"

"Oh sorry, you looked so hot there for a moment...lost my train of thought,"
the BH rambled in a way that completely confused the AD. He cleared his throat
and began again, " I am sorta here by request. From Mulder to you."

"What would I need a slightly used alien for?"

"Speak for yourself. I happen to be a fresh model just processed today. Mind
you, they don't quite make me as they used to," the BH smirked at the stunned
man.

"Ok...to business," the alien frowned suddenly, noticing the burly man not
responding positively to his asides.

"Well, it seems the cheeky devil wants to have sex with you, but, since I am
not about to bring you to him, I thought I would be you."

The alien transformed himself into Skinner. Skinner stared at his clone in
amazement. Walter backed up from his desk. "What do you plan to do?" he said
hoarsely.

"Oh, your going to teach me how to best make love to you as you for
Mulder...er, I know it made sense a moment ago..."

Walter stared at his twin in utter shock and began to tremble. "Noooo," he
suddenly realized it was his own voice making that cowlike noise and he stopped
ubruptly.

"Y-you are telling me that Mulder wants you to fuck me as me?" Walter tried
his best to get that straight in his head and wondering why Mulder would want
such a thing or why the BH was following through on Mulder's request. "What the
hell have you been doing to Mulder?"

"Oh, not much really. He has an anal probing scheduled but with his squeamish
stomach and his distracting thoughts of having you perform the actual probing,
we all thought it best if we got first hand experience, as it were." The alien
grinned in the ADs face, happy to finally get it all out.

The grin on that face was too much for the AD. The last thing Skinner would
ever want is an alien probing by his exact replica. Lola Filana, maybe, but...

"W-Wait...why would you want to do anything for your abductee?" Walter finally
managed to get out, realizing horribly that his voice was rather shrill and
squeaky.

The alien as Skinner shrugged his massive shoulder and grinned, "I am just an
alien that can't say no. No, seriously, we felt it best to give the little
bastard what he wanted. Its not as if we have a lot to do up there. We gotta
keep ourselves entertained somehow, you know. Besides, its nearly Christmas."

The AD passed out in utter contempt and culture shock.

[stay tuned next week for the further continuation of the further continuation-
-Oh hell, if you like it I might post another:-)]

WE NOW RESUME THE REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAMMING

****

Further continuation of the same drivel I have been writing.

Warning: some het and slash kisses, some cursing and a little bit of an author
who really doesn't like Mary sues!

Disclaimer: Would CC want these characters after what I put them through?

Skinner woke from a daze and stared into amazingly familiar warm brown eyes.
He thought for a second that he was looking into a mirror but the warm breath
on his cheek was a dead giveaway. He slid from under the BH like that girl did
from the Devil in that Tom Cruise movie Legend made in the mid 80s. [Author's
note: One of my favorites, BTW (Another thing I probably shouldn't reveal about
myself)]

He stood and wrapped his big arms around his waist protectively, feeling
highly insecure. A vision popped into his head of the lookalike Skinner giving
off vast quantities of AD pheremones while a glint of light beamed off his
glasses. Suddenly he was moving toward that zone of male muskiness with a spry
step of desire. When the 2 Skinners' lips pressed together, the vision poofed
away with a stern shake of his manly head.

"No fucking way!" he growled at his lookalike. "Mulder may want that to happen
but not THIS Skinner!"

["Even for a few slash writers and readers out there?" asked the author,
pulling Skinner aside. Skinner still shook his head sternly. The author quickly
put him back into the scene, not wanting the AD to lose his head from all that
denial. (God I hate Mary Sues, don't you?)]

"Well, what about this?"

The AD saw the BH morph into Mulder. The AD shook his head.

"This?" The BH morphed into Scully.

The AD hesitated. He had a few fantasies...but he quickly began shaking his
head.

"This?" The BH had morphed into Krycek.

The AD knew CC had said that Krycek and Skinner would kiss, but he also knew
that CC was only joking, so he firmly shook his head. When the BH asked huskily
in a strangely familiar voice, "This?"

Skinner hesitated from looking in the BH's direction. Curiosity got the better
of him and he looked up. There in all her amazing glory was Marilyn Monroe. She
wore that beautiful white gown showing off her wonderful curvy figure. Her
lovely sultry eyes winked at him and her beautiful lips parted in a sensual
display.

"Oh yeah, now your talking," moaned the AD and he moved over toward that
vision of loveliness, grabbed her and pressed his lips to hers. Just as things
were getting interesting he suddenly felt the lush lips change and he was
kissing strong thin lips. He opened his eyes and was once again looking at
familiar brown eyes.

He pulled away and saw the hurt look in the eyes, then sighed, "Oh well, it is
close enough to Christmas!"

With that he pressed his lips to his lookalikes and kissed him as if he was
kissing Marilyn Monroe.

[Author's note: For those of you who wanted some slash smut, your just gonna
have to email me seperately. I am sure that some of the non-slash readers (and
probably some slash readers) out there would be highly squicked at the AD doing
his lookalike!]

Stay tuned for the further adventures of an abductee and his boss and a BH
that can't make up his mind and...whatever the hell I can think up next!

*****

He was no Marilyn Monroe. So he was a good kisser. Hard edged and muscular in
abundance, no curvy softness to speak of. When the BH pulled open his shirt and
exposed a very familiar chest, wide, strong and muscle bound, Skinner
shrugged.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of-self love and all that," he thought to
himself, but then he remembered they were in his office at JEH and here he
stood, pantless, getting prepared to do the horizontal bop with a lookalike, a
doppleganger, an almost clone. He nonchalantly moved over to the door and
locked it.

"Lotta good that will do if this office is bugged," said the BH, helfpully.

"Gee, thanks for reminding me."

Then Skinner thought, "What the hell."

"Let's give them a show, uh, whatever your name is."

"Too long and involved, its better to just call me Charlie."

"Charlie?"

The BH shrugged and grinned sheepily.

The AD's brows rose then the other one tried it and put his/its hand up to
feel it.

"Cool."

Skinner shook his head and said, "Just call me Walt."

"OK Walt. Now what?"

"Well, if I recall, I think you should assume the position."

"And which one is that?"

"Like this," Walt leaned down over the desk, his legs spread.

"Perfect," said the BH, er, Charlie, "I think I can take it from here."

"Oh no you don't, you assume the position!" growled the AD but then he found
he couldn't move.

One of the BH's hands was firmly placed on his back and pressing down so hard,
Skinner could not move.

"Hey, cut that out! How are you going to learn if I am under you?"

"Easy. See, the way I see it, I am to fuck you so it will be good for Mulder
when I get back on the ship."

"Ah shit, the little prick, he knew this would happen!"

Skinner panicked but couldn't move, when the BH grabbed his boxers and pulled
them down.

"Hey, Charlie, are you sure you know what to do?" asked the AD, hoping at
least to have this reaming a little less painful that it seemed it was going to
be.

"Oh yeah, I did look at several of Mulder's videos."

"You need some lubricant, man!" the AD practically wailed.

"No need to trouble yourself, Walt. I have some."

The BH pulled a tube from his pants.

"What about condoms?"

"Done," the BH pulled a condom from his other pocket.

"What else you got in them pockets?" growled the AD in frustration.

"Oh, that's it, Walt. Relax," said Charlie and the AD would have given
anything to get up and start pounding on the jerk.

"None of that, we are here for Mulder."

The AD snorted, "Yeah and I am sure he's gonna love every minute of it!"

Charlie started caressing Skinner's back, soothing him but the AD was still
seething.

"Hey, your going to have to relax or this is not going to be fun for anyone."

"Ok, all right. Fuck!"

"That's the point," mumbled the BH as he put lubricant on his fingers and
gently began to caress open the AD's backside.

***************

Meanwhile, in an undisclosed warehouse...

Krycek just happened to be looking at the screens of the old bugging system
that he thought was now defunct. There on one screen was the AD about to ream
the -the AD?!

"Hey Marita, come and take a gander at this!"

Marita walked up behind Krycek.

"I didn't think the old man had a brother."

"That's not his brother, that's the Bounty Hunter!"

"How can you tell?"

Marita shrugged her shoulder, "Once you've been with the BH..."

Krycek groaned. "No wonder you didn't..."

"Shh! He probably knows where Mulder is."

"Shouldn't you go after him?"

"That's an idea." With that Marita left. Krycek smiled and grabbed a snickers
from his pocket and sat down to enjoy the show.

*********************

The BH was pulling open his zipper, having prepared the tense and difficult
man as best he could. Skinner began to relax when Charlie's fingers had stroked
his prostate a number of times.

"Will you hurry up already, I think I am well and truly prepared!" growled the
AD, a little breathlessly, after having been fingerfucked to near death or at
least to premature ejaculation, which was close enough.

Skinner heard a ripping sound as Charlie opened the condom package. He heard
some surreptitious noises, then some fumbling, two fingers were inserted into
his rectum, then suddenly a large object was pressed against his asshole.

[Aside...Krycek nearly choked on his snickers bar as he saw the BH's
...sausage was the closest thing he could think of ... appear out of the BH's
pants. Krycek grinned to himself. "The AD's in for one hell of a ride!"]

Slowly, centimeter by centimeter, Skinner felt what was like a bomb warhead
enter into his backside.

"Hey, could you tone it down some, I would like to sit down comfortably in my
meetings tomorrow!"

"Oh, right, sorry. That's Marita's model."

Skinner chose to ignore that comment as Charlie's cock seemed to trim down
some.

"Nothing like being fucked by a morphing dude," thought the AD.

[Tune in tomorrow when...OK OK, I was just kidding! Sheesh! :-)]

"Better?" purred Charlie.

"Much," sighed the AD as the alien Skinner look alike began a rhythm that
continually stroked the AD's prostate. After a long time, Skinner gasped out,
"Hey a reach around would do just nicely at this point!"

"Oh, sorry!" Charlie's hand reached around, grabbed the AD's leaking cock and
began to pump it in a very pleasing manner. In no time at all, the AD was
shooting all over his desk and papers, bellowing as if he had just been gored
by a bull.

When Charlie had not slowed down, and Skinner's sensitized prostate was
starting to protest, Skinner cried out, "You don't cum, do you?"

"Oh, that's right, we don't."

"Do you mind? I need to clean up and go home. Isn't Mulder waiting on the
ship?"

"Oh yeah, sorry!"

Charlie pulled out and morphed back into his own shape.

"Thanks for the.." he began but Skinner only mumbled, "Yeah, yeah," and
started to pull up his boxers.

"Ok, I'm off."

He was ignored.

"I am going back to Mulder."

He was ignored again. Charlie just shrugged his shoulder then left.

*******

In the hallway, Marita stood waiting to follow the BH, grinding her teeth and
screaming in her head, "You asshole, you said I was the only one for you!"

[Tune in tomorrow when the BH gets what's coming to him or is that Mulder?]

Xanthe, does that meet with your expectations? Probably not...well, I know how
you can remedy that. *evil grin*

*****

In the last episode we left Skinner at his desk, completely oblivious to
anything but what he was doing; Marita thoroughly miffed and tailing the BH;
and Krycek eating a snicker bar with a hard on [well, that's what happened<g>]

Sooo...

The BH was nonchalantly walking out of the elevator when Marita ran up to him
from the stairs.

"Marita, what are you doing here?" the BH asked, doing his best to act totally
innocent.

"I think that you should answer that question, Charlie!" she growled at him,
making a fairly good impression of Skinner. "You told me I was the only one for
you! What in the hell were you doing with Skinner?"

"Skinner? How do you know I was with Skinner?"

"You idiot, the old system was still up and running and Krycek and I caught
the whole thing!"

"Oh shit! I knew there was something we forgot!"

"Come on, I will show you," she grabbed the BH by his hand and led him to the
hideaway behind one of the old housekeeping closets. A panel was pushed away
and inside was a room with all the old bugging equipment.

"Man, I completely forgot this was even here!"

Marita ignored him and said, "Good thing Krycek is gone. That leaves just you
and me, Charlie!"

She grabbed him and threw him down on the desk standing conveniently behind him.

"Take it out!" she cried as she straddled him, pulling open his shirt.

[We now interrupt this show for this special announcement...

WHEN WILL WE EVER GET A PRESIDENT AND IS IT FAIR THAT THE SUPREME COURT IS
DECIDING WHO IT'LL BE?!!!

We now return to our regular show already in progress*evil grin*]

Krycek walked up to Skinner's apartment and picked open the door. Skinner had
just come from the kitchen and was about to eat his dinner and watch the
supreme court decision being analyzed by every frickin' reporter from here to
Timbuktu[Author: excuse me, I am just ticked off at the moment].

"Krycek, what in the hell do you want? Can't I eat without you popping in to
kill me every 5 minutes?"

"Hey, I am not Krycek. I'm Charlie."

"Krycek, you're NOT fooling me, so tell me why you are here?"

Krycek sighed. "What is it with that alien anyhow?"

Skinner shrugged. "You still haven't told me why you are here."

Krycek grinned. "To get laid."

Skinner snorted. "Not in this lifetime!"

"Ah, c'mon! You let the BH..."

"He practically ripped my clothes off!" the AD easily lied.

"Not from what I could see!"

"OK, maybe not, but still..." Skinner was beginning to crack. "Shit, my CO
warned me about my sluttish behavior. All right, but I get to be on top!"

Krycek cracked a smile. "Now you're talking!"

What will happen next time? Will the BH ever make it back to Mulder? And
what's with Slut!Skinner?

Tune in next time for the continuing adventures of an alien abductee and his
boss who can't say no

Krycek couldn't believe his luck. He was gonna get some after all--and from
his former AD, Skinner, of all people, went over to the ex-agent and grabbed
him.

"Hey! Watch it!" cried Krycek, but it didn't matter. Skinner had him pinned to
the and his mouth descended on the former agent's. He murmured against his
former subordinate's mouth, "You asked for it."

AD quickly began stripping Krycek of his jacket, his tshirt and then his
prosthesis.

"Wow, you look good enough to eat, " Skinner breathed before nibbling on
Krycek's .

"Shit, Skinner, m-maybe you should eat before this gets out of hand."

Skinner ignored him and was taking a few playful bites from Krycek's shoulder,
he sighed, "You're probably right. Former agent's taste OK, but afterward I'd
be wanting some more."

Alex snorted. "Yeah, right."

Skinner sat down and ate his dinner, looking over at the agent who watched in
anticipation. Alex got a bright idea and began to pull open his jeans, giving
Skinner a sultry smirk.

"Hey don't you move another inch, I'll be with you in just a second," growled
the as he finished his supper with a few hearty bites. Skinner wiped his mouth
with the back of his hand, as all macho men do after a good meal, grabbed the
opened jeans and pulled them straight down Krycek's legs.

"Freeballing I see..." murmured Skinner against Krycek's inner thighs.

"Yea," Krycek intoned rather breathlessly, nearly losing it when a thick
tongue lapped his cock. He cried out when Skinner deep throated his cock, and
began moaning out gibberish with each motion of the AD's tongue.

"Fuck man, I knew you shoulda had desert!" Krycek finally managed after
regaining breath.

Moral : It pays to feed your AD well before playtime!

*****

Since one person voted for Skinner/Marita, that is what I have written. One
person, one vote-in this case it is exactly that! Am I still bitter about the
election? Hell yes!

Krycek woke with a start. He heard a pounding on the door. He mumbled, then
turned and saw Skinner asleep. He smiled. The AD looked like an angel. He
didn't want to disturb him. So he slowly rose from the bed, pulled on his pants
and went downstairs to get the door.

He swung the door open and gasped, "Marita, what are you doing here?"

"I was just about to ask you the same thing, Alex!"

"Hey, since you ran after the BH, I was offering Skinner some comfort."

"Hmph! That includes taking your clothes off?"

Krycek sighed, letting her in. He shut the door. "You still haven't told me
what you are doing here."

"That is none of your business. I am here to speak to Walter."

"Walter? I don't called him that and we just spent the night together."

Marita groaned. "Alex, you are such a slut!"

"Hey, at least I didn't get off with an alien, sister!"

Marita just shook her head.

"Did you follow the alien?"

Marita looked sheepishly at Krycek.

"You lost him?"

"Well, not exactly..."

"Oh man, don't tell me...you slept with that morphin' dude? Again?"

Marita blushed, but didn't say a word.

"What is with that BH!" growled Krycek.

Marita shrugged. "It's not all that its cracked up to be."

"I think I will be the judge of that!"

Krycek gathered his clothes and arm. Put them on hurriedly then said before
leaving, "Tell Walter...tell him I had a good time."

Marita smiled when Krycek left. She went in search of the missing AD.

Stay tuned for some Marita/Skinner. Anyone wanna see some Mulder/BH action?
How about Krycek/BH action? Will Greg ever find out about "the deed" and
whether or not it's as bad as Charlie says? What's going on with Charlie?

*****
No warnings no spoilers...unless CC has something planned that I don't know
about...

Now that the little prick was gone, [Krycek fans, remember, Marita likes 'em
BIG<g>] Marita strolled into Skinner's bedroom as if she was naturally a part
of the Skinner household. She smiled, seeing him still sleeping peacefully.
Then she became mightily ticked off.

"Krycek musta wore him out! Poor baby," she thought. "He needs some Marita
comfort now!"

She moved over to the bed and began pulling off her dress. She threw it on the
floor then slipped her heels off and her stockings and placed them on the
dress. She smiled to herself at her delicious plan[Author:All right, can you
tell that it is *me* smiling? I actually figured a plot! Whodda thunk it?] She
bravely ran a hand down the meaty thigh that peaked out of the covers on the
bed.

"Mmmm," she purred.

"Alex?" mumbled Skinner.

She gasped indignantly. "Walter! You forgot me already?"

He bolted up and stared at a nude Marita C[I refuse to type out that
ridiculous last name, I can't even pronounce it half the time!].

"I think I would have remembered..." he replied a bit huskily as he looked at
her young beautiful body.

She smiled at him encouragingly then growled, "You've been with Alex? Alex
Krycek?!"

"Er, yes, I uh...Hey wait! What the fu-what are you doing in *my* bedroom nude
when I know for a fact I fucked Krycek last night!" he blushed furiously when
he said that and Marita nearly melted all over him.

"Well?" he growled. "And don't tell me that you are Charlie because Krycek
tried that on me and it didn't work! Well, sorta..."

She grinned shyly. "Charlie sent me." [*groan* I know, I know...but what can I
say? The devil made me do it!]

"Charlie...the alien? You were with Charlie?"

He grabbed her before she could react and pressed her down on the bed.

"Where's Mulder? Where's the ship?" he cried out desperately.

He suddenly became aware that his body was pressed against a very beautiful
naked young lady. He was about to pull away when he smelled the alien all over
her.

"You fucked Charlie?!"

"A lady never reveals such..."

"Can it. If you're a lady then I'm Marilyn Monroe!"

She snorted. "You might look good with a white evening gown and some heels,
Walter."

He groaned and pulled away from her.

"Don't remind me..."

She sat up and looked at the devastated look on the AD's face.

"Hey, what happened?"

"Oh, god...when I was in basic training I thought it might be a lark to dress
up ... as Marilyn Monroe -you know, to give the boys a thrill before we all
left for Viet Nam."

She did her best not to crack up and nodded her head in the best sympathetic
look she could come up with.

"Well, half the boys thought it would be better to give *me* a thrill
instead..."

"Oh Walter, that must have been devastating!"

He blushed furiously.

"A-actually the most devastating part was that I enjoyed it! My CO learned
about it and lectured me for weeks about being a slut. If I weren't needed,
they probably would have kicked me right out of the Marines. Luckily, my CO
also liked head, didn't care who gave it."

She was falling for this loveable bear of a man and sighed, "You can dress as
Marilyn as often as you like for me, Walter."

"Shit, she looks like she means that too!" he thought. He smiled at her and
replied, "I think I might just do that, Marita."

She was no Marilyn Monroe but she certainly gave good head!

[Hey whadja expect?! I AM a slash writer after all! If anyone would like to
send in the expurgated sex scenes they are most welcome! Well, with proper
prompting, I might be willing to try my hand at it...:-)]

And for the next installment...Mulder finally gets his! Poor thing must have
blue balls by now! And someone gave me a wonderful idea about Greg! *evil grin*

Anyhoo...where was I in the story...

So far...Skinner is with Marita, Mulder is suffering blue balls, Krycek is
curious about the BH and the BH is going through some midlife crisis or
something...OOPS that hasn't happened yet!

*****

It was the night before Christmas and all through the alien spacecraft not a
creature was stirring but one fucked up alien. He was wondering if termination
would do him some good. It would certainly clear his head and he could start
all over again and things would be so much clearer and easier to do. He sighed.
It was shitty that Alan, the top BH, had decided that he would be better off on
the mothership while all the others were off serving their masters.

<The lucky bastard> Charlie thought. Even Ben had it better being the Manager
at the local Wendy's instead of facing the awful task of probing humans that,
for some reason, always fell on Charlie's shoulders. The odd man out. Number
three as it were.

He sighed then entered into the "Interrogation" Room as it was called where
Mulder lay supine, awaiting Charlie. He looked different somehow and then
Charlie spotted it. He had on a ridiculous red hat on with a white ball on the
pointed end.

Charlie raised a brow at Greg who stood looking innocent but then he noticed
that Fred in the corner was exceptionally red all over.

Charlie shook his head. <Very well...>

He suddenly felt out of sorts and uncertain as to what to do or say.

"Hey a blow job wouldn't be turned down either..." Mulder tried, with a slight
smile.

<What the hell did you all do to him?!> growled Charlie.

<Well, he said that on Christmas Eve there is a custom to imbibe what is
called "shots" from a very small glass mixed with Egg Nog, only we didn't have
any Egg Nog...>

Charlie groaned. He had to probe a human who was drunk. Where is the fun in
that?

Charlie stared at Greg as if he had turned into a fish then sighed <Ok. Fine.
Whatever. Now let's see...>

Charlie changed into Skinner and grinned down at the slightly glazed eyes of
Mulder.

<Hey, you ready for me?> he asked good naturedly in his best Skinner voice.

Mulder shook his head.

<What?! You are the one that said you would be more willing if you had
Skinner...>

Mulder shook his head. Charlie sighed then a thought came to him. He grinned
then stepped back and changed again. Even Greg did a double take.

<Marilyn Monroe, gets them every time, Greg, remember that!> He whispered to
Greg before moving back to Mulder.

Mulder had a big wide goofy grin on his face when Charlie stepped into his
line of sight.

"Man, I must be dreaming," he sighed dreamily.

<Ready for me, big boy?> Charlie breathed in a very sexy Monroe bedroom voice.

"Oh yeah..." groaned Mulder.

Charlie's (Marilyn's) fingers were anointed by Fred in his ridiculous red suit
and white beard then his (her) fingers reached down and stretched open Mulder
as gently as (s)he could.

"What no kiss?" gasped Mulder in surprise.

Charlie(Marilyn) bent down and kissed Mulder deeply and Mulder sighed
contentedly when they broke away to breathe.

Suddenly Mulder felt a large object touch his anus and he nearly cried out.

"My what a big dick you have Marilyn," he finally managed.

<Oops, sorry, it always seems to get stuck at Marita's size...hang on...there,
that's probably better>

Mulder was too drunk to comment further when Charlie was completely sheathed
within him.

Suddenly a loud noise seemed to gong throughout the ship.

<Greg, there's someone at the landing site. Go see who it is>

Greg sighed, not wanting to miss his first probing, but he nodded and left to
go to the control room. From the view screen it seemed to be a human he had
seen before. The computer quickly identified him as Krycek, a man who had been
a major thorn in the side of many of the Consortium, but now seemed to be all
on his own.

<Fuck, I wonder what he wants!>

[Author: OK that's all for now. More to follow!]

*****

[OK here goes nothing-- For Kristen who gave me the idea:-)]

Greg appeared before the stunned human. Greg watched him as the human stared
at him inquisitively.

For some reason the BH looked different. Normally he looked cold and inhuman
almost, now he looked baffled and uncertain.

A very unusual look for the alien, thought Krycek.

"What can I do for you?" asked Greg, remembering to change into speech once he
left the ship.

Krycek stared at the alien as if he were a kumquat.

Is he just going to let me -- is he going to give me what I want if I just ask
for it? thought Krycek.

"Er, well... I was wondering if I could speak to Mulder...you know...the human
you abducted not so long ago..." Krycek began, hoping he didn't sound like a
complete idiot.

Greg thought about that for a moment.

Had anyone ever just came up and asked to speak to one of the abductees
before? No, he didn't think so. It was a first.

"Well, I think it isn't in the Handbook but ... I may have to speak to my
superior before I can just let another human in...I think it would require me
to abduct you then uh..."

Krycek stared in shock when the alien seemed to blush furiously.

"What?"

"Well, I myself have never performed it but..."

"Performed?"

The alien seemed rather uncomfortable.

"Maybe I should demonstrate..."

Suddenly the alien became Marilyn Monroe.

Alex smiled. "Hey that's good. Can you do Russell Crowe?"

Marilyn Monroe looked at Alex curiously.

"Who is that? I don't remember Charlie..."

"Brad Pitt?"

The alien changed back into his original shape.

"I don't think I am authorized to do those individuals."

Krycek shrugged. "Oh, well."

They looked at each other in silence for a long moment until Alex got a little
uncomfortable.

"So...is there something I need to do to be abducted?"

"Oh...sorry. I have never seen a human's eyes like yours before. How did you
get them to be so green?"

Alex laughed nervously.

"I think my mom told me my great aunt on her side had green eyes." [OK this is
really my great aunt and Yes, I have green eyes if you MUST know]

"Oh did she give you hers?"

Alex snorted. "Nah, you don't inherit them like a set of dishes. Its genetic."

"Ah, yes."

Alex was getting exceptionally bored with this alien. He was beginning to
wonder if it was the same.

"You're not Charlie, huh?"

"Oh no. My name is Greg."

"Greg, huh?"

"Yes."

"You don't get out much do you?"

Greg resented that.

"I may not do as many--ok I have never performed a probe before--but that
doesn't mean I haven't read the manual...seen the tapes...the videos Mulder has
in his apartment alone..."

Alex smiled, remembering a few himself.

[Tune in later for the continuing adventures of the BH and his sundry
accomplices...The author has suddenly come down with a Skinner headache and
must beg forgiveness. "I shall return."]

*****

[For you Kristen. Hope you didn't have to wait too long]

Alex looked at the alien curiously. "So what exactly do you mean by probing?"

"Oh..." the alien blushed furiously again, feeling completely out of sorts
with this fascinating human.

"You mean fucking, right?"

The alien stared at the human as if he were speaking in pig latin.

"Pardon?"

Alex grinned. "Come on, I'll show you."

"You will show me?"

"Oh yeah."

"Uh, I think I would have to ... just a second."

The alien looked as if he was concentrating on a complex equation then said,
"I'm ready."

"What the fuck was that?"

"Oh sorry. I had to make a passageway, otherwise you could never have..." the
alien broke off, blushing furiously again.

"No way. You just made yourself an asshole?" [OK now is the time for a joke--
"Asshole? I thought you had to get that at Assholes R Us." "Really? I thought
they were found only in the government." badump bump]

The alien nodded, smiling nervously. "I don't think its in the Handbook but
Charlie never follows it, so why should I?"

"That's right, show some initiative, Greg."

Alex grabbed Greg's hand and took him off into the surrounding woods.

Meanwhile on the ship....

"Scully!" Mulder screamed as he came all over Charlie's or rather Marilyn's
hand.

Charlie pulled out of Mulder, changing back into his original shape, then
touched the alien chair and suddenly Mulder lay in a bath full of bubbles.

Mulder stared at the alien specutively.

Mulder sighed. "Oh well, the romance has died."

He began to seriously wash himself, hiccoughing now and then.

Charlie followed Fred into the control room and stared in shock at the monitor
as a certain alien named Greg was getting his anus hollowed out by a certain
human named Alex.

[So whatcha think? Should Greg get punished? Should Mulder have taken a
shower? And what have Marita and Skinner been doing all this time?]

[Author: I will endeveavor to continue this series whenever I can come up with
more of this drivel:)]

*****

[Author's note: This is in homage to Xanthe's poll about who would make the
best BDSM top- I said Frohike but then noticed Marita listed as well, later.
This is my sampling of that;)]

Doggett knocked on his AD's door. He was a little confused about what was
going on. Scully had been pretty mum after the whole cutting that slug out of
her back thing. Then Doggett noticed that Skinner wasn't in his office for the
past three days. Something was going on and he was going to get to the bottom
of it.

He heard some giggling and a gruff voice that he swore was Skinner's. Then the
door was abruptly pulled open. He stared in amazement at a flushed-faced AD,
his glasses askew and the little hair he had sticking all over the place. He
only wore a robe that barely hid his torso. It was made of pink silk.

"Excuse me, sir. I was just checking to see if -"

"That's OK, agent. I have been a little busy lately, but I will be in tomorrow."

Suddenly the door was pulled open and a very beautiful blonde appeared with
her hair messed and an over large robe wrapped around her.

"Walter, dear. Who is this? Invite him in!"

"I don't think Agent Doggett would--"

"Nonsense, the more the merrier!"

She grabbed Doggett's hand and pulled him in. She slammed the door behind him
and smiled.

"Just perfect," she breathed, rubbing herself against him like a cat. "What's
his name, Walter?"

"Marita..." Walter whined and Doggett nearly coughed his lung out. "This is
John Doggett, he is Scully's new partner."

"Man, she is one lucky bitch."

John cleared his throat, "Ma'am I don't think she would appreciate-"

A tongue down his throat cut him off and a hand at his crotch. For such a
small woman, she really had strength.

Walter whimpered and she pulled her tongue out of Doggett's mouth to growl,
"Assume the position!"

Doggett suddenly became very, very frightened...

[More to come- I promise:)]

[Is this the end for the BH? Stay Tuned...]

*****

Charlie was called into the control room by Greg.

<Charlie--its A-alan, he - he wants to know how are progress is and...he wants
to give us a new command>

Charlie sighed then nodded. He stepped in front of the view screen and there
was the smug bastard looking down at him.

<Good. Very Good. I will be sure to put your name in first for the office
party coming up>

Charlie nodded. Getting to have your name in first for the office party was
the best he could get for this wonderful mission he was on.

A small readout erupted from the console and Charlie began to read. Greg did
his best not to read it, but he was very curious and just had to find out what
was in store for the trussed up human.

Charlie shook his head and handed the readout to Greg.

With that he began to walk out, running his hand over his face in frustration.

<They want us to do what?> Greg called after Charlie after reading that first
bit.

Charlie shrugged <Makes no sense to me either, Greg, but when Alan tells us
something from the Man Upstairs, we are supposed to listen>

Charlie went over to the prone human and smiled his weirdly evil smile.

Mulder stared up at Greg that just thirty minutes ago had been giving him good
head as Marilyn Monroe.

<What?>

<Well…it seems the new command is to return you to Earth…but you have to be
left in a field, nude, and mostly dead>

<WHAT?!>

Charlie shrugged. For some reason the Man Upstairs likes it that way.

<Haven't you seen The Princess Bride?>

<Oh…I think I have>

<Well…the only problem would be if they think that you really are dead then
things could get hairy from there>

<Well, they could autopsy you, bury you…>

Mulder fainted dead away.

<Well, now it won't be so hard to stun him>

With that, Charlie took some unusual looking weapon out and shot the passed
out body of the human.

[OK as was mentioned earlier...Is this the end of the BH? Stay Tuned...]

[Well, time to put the picture up…oops, got lost in a Fawlty Towers skit there
for a moment:)]

OK, this is for Kristen, it is a different version than the one I did for Sk/K
list.

After the shooting-(an explanation of what happened to the body)

When all the humans had left Charlie walked over to the fallen body. He picked
it up easily and carried it away.

****

Once on the ship he settled the body down on the amorphous alien lounge chair
and watched as the chair took over. In no time, the face and the body had been
peirced. He waited a moment then went in search of Greg.

Once Greg had entered the main chamber and saw Alex on the chair, he was -- he
didn't know what, but it wasn't a happy feeling. They would have to wait. They
both did not know how long, but once the process was in place, they knew all
would be back to normal. Alex would get his life back, or at least, a life
back...

TBC?

*****

Being the continuing adventures of a former abductee and his boss

The New and Improved BH series:)...continued from last time...

Greg was so upset...he felt a pain in his chest, and he was very certain that
he did not have a human physiognomy. He had to do something. Alex was so
pitiful looking with his face all pulled and stretched like they had Mulder's
and he still hadn't woken up. He would save his Alex. He had to. Fuck what
Charlie said or what the Handbook said! He was going to save Alex if it was the
last thing he did. He sighed, realizing this was probably going to be the last
thing he did.

He waited until it was decided for Krycek to be left for dead in an abandoned
field in Albuquerque. When he saw a chance, he left the ship. He looked at the
pitiful body left so forlornly on the ground. He picked it up like so much
paper and made for the nearest shelter. It turned out to be a small shack in
the woods that surrounded the field. There was nothing there, but Greg knew
what was needed. He left Krycek there, leaving a fallen tree against the door
to keep intruders out.

He went in search of the antivirals he knew would kill the virus invading
Krycek's body. On the one hand, the virus is what kept Krycek alive, but it was
also altering him as well. Greg had to work fast. He wanted to keep Krycek
alive and preferably not alien.

He invaded the nearest drug store, taking over a lab tech's body. He found the
right combination of antivirals and returned to Krycek's body.

*****

Over at the Skinner apartment...

Skinner was feeling highly depressed and thoroughly guilt ridden. He was the
one who had killed Alex. He wondered if maybe the oiliens had yet again invaded
Alex, or if Alex had lost it and was wanting to die. Why, Skinner didn't know.

It was late when the door was knocked upon. He really wasn't looking forward
to whoever it was…

He opened the door and the door was pushed open by a rather large person
holding what looked like a body wrapped in a sheet.

"Shit!" he exclaimed when he recognized the BH, but this one looked rather
confused and disoriented.

"What is going on??" he growled, hoping the fear he felt wasn't expressed in
his voice.

"Sorry, Mister Skinner, sir, but Alex needs a place to stay to recover."

"Alex??"

"Yes, he is recovering from the alien virus…just like Mulder did."

"How…" he stopped that question, realizing, 'well of course he would know!'

"It is not hard to learn what is happening to the most important person to the
aliens. Mulder is monitored continuously. We know what would happen and Alex
was just a pawn in the rebel alien scheme," Greg explained breathlessly.

"Are you a rebel alien?"

Greg looked scared and shook his head. "No, I just…I didn't want Alex to
change. I wanted him to stay as he was…"

"Who are you? You aren't Charlie."

"No, I am Greg."

"Greg…uh, do you need to leave? What…if you aren't a rebel alien…what are you?"

"I am an AWOL alien…I will have to give myself up…there is no other option.
Tell…tell Alex that I am sorry and that I will miss him."

With that Greg left quickly before Skinner could stop him.

[What will become of Greg?! What will Skinner do? Will Alex recover? Stay
tuned to this channel for further updates of this ongoing series…]

*****

The continuing adventures of an exabductee and his, well, exboss....

Walter stared down at Alex's body on his sofa. That was when he noticed that
the younger man had a left arm. Whatever the aliens did to him, he had his left
arm back. He looked down at the beautiful body. It seemed to be flawless, as if
he hadn't undergone a trauma. The only markings were on his face and on his
arms and ankles where the metal implants had been. The markings were in the
same locations that had been on Mulder. The bullet holes were not there.

Walter wondered how long it would be before he 'woke up.' It hadn't taken that
long once Mulder had the antivirals in his system. 'Alex should be up in no
time,' he hazarded.

He puttered about his apartment and gathered a blanket to cover the still
body. Krycek's body didn't even have goose bumps though the air conditioner was
on full blast. After a while he decided a pillow might be more comfortable. So
he went upstairs and brought a pillow down.

Uncertain as to what else to do, he went into his study and looked up the
information he had on Krycek from the FBI records. He saw the usual information
and almost looked over the date. His birth date. It was today. He couldn't
believe it. Today Alex Krycek was 36. 'Shit, the poor bastard probably won't
be able to celebrate…' he thought a moment and wondered when or if he ever did
get a chance to celebrate his birthday. Or even if he did. 'What a sad
thought…he might never even celebrate it!'

'What the hell do you give an ex-agent, ex-spy, ex-dead man? Shit, what if he
doesn't want anything from me, what if he tries to kill me for killing him??'
he sat in frustration, wondering what to do or if he should do anything.

Some utterly weird notion struck him. If he puts Alex off by distracting
him...He rose and went into the kitchen to prepare the perfect distraction for
Alex.

Every once in a while he would go into the living room and check on the
younger man. When he was finished in the kitchen he brought his distraction
with him. He set it on the coffee table and sat in his layzboy to wait. After
awhile, he turned on the TV and watched some football. He kept glancing over to
make sure Alex hadn't woken up. Nothing. It was almost as if the boy were dead.
Just when he was about to give up and put his distraction away, he saw Alex
stirring. He rushed over to the sofa and watched as Alex's lovely eyes finally
opened.

"W-what?" asked Alex in a very groggy voice.

"Alex? How are you feeling?" Skinner asked tentatively.

"Walter? Where am I?"

"You're on my sofa...in my apartment."

"Oh."

Alex tried sitting up and Walter helped him. Alex seemed to collect his
bearings then said, "I'm naked."

"Yeah, uh, the -er, Greg left you here."

"Greg? What was I doing with Greg?"

"Um, let me get you something to wear." With that Skinner rose and rushed off
upstairs to find a tshirt and sweatpants for the younger man to wear.

Alex looked around, confused, then noticed the something that was on the
coffee table. He stared at it for a long moment then reached out and pinched
off a piece of it. Yep, it was cake. He wasn't quite sure what it was, but it
certainly tasted -well, remotely like cake. Why Walter had a somewhat cake
sitting on his coffee table was downright odd. But then waking up on Walter's
sofa nude was odd itself.

"Here you go," Walter said, interrupting Alex's thoughts.

Alex took the items and sat for a moment, unclear as what to do.

"You can change --I will leave you to it if you like or ..."

"Just a moment..." Alex tried to rise off the sofa and then nearly fell over
when he realized he had a complete arm. "What the fuck?!" he exclaimed. "Where
have I been?"

"Um, let me explain -- after you have dressed. Maybe had something to eat or
drink..."

Alex just nodded. He tried again to rise and Walter put his arm out so Alex
could steady himself. Alex leaned against the strong body and sighed. "I do not
know where I have been but I certainly am glad to see you again, Walter."

"Me too," Walter entoned sheepily.

Alex looked askance at Walter then began to dress himself. 'One leg at a
time,' he thought to himself as he pulled on the sweats.

"I feel like I just woke from the dead..." Alex half heartedly joked after
pulling on the shirt.

"Funny you should mention that..."

"Oh fuck!" Alex cried, suddenly being hit with a memory. A not very pretty
memory at that. "You fucking shot me!"

"I did more than that, Alex. I killed you."

"I - what? Killed me?"

Walter nodded.

"Oh fuck," came the response. Alex felt faint. He had never felt faint before
in his life. He fell back onto the sofa. "You did...I remember."

"Alex, I need to tell you...I need to tell you that I will do whatever it
takes to make it up to you. Whatever it takes..."

Alex stared at Walter as if he had spoken Greek to him. "Make it up?" Alex
paused then grinned. "Oh yeah, Walter, I think you can..."

[What is the diabolic plan that Alex has to have Walter 'make it up to him?'
Find out in the next edition of the Adventures of an exabductee and his exboss
with ... another exabductee...whatever<g>]

*****

Bday fic part 2

Alex said smugly, "First thing...I am starving. What is this thing here?" He
pointed to the mass that was apparently a cake.

"It's a birthday cake..."

"Whose birthday?"

"Yours, Alex."

"My birthday?"

"Yep."

"Today is June 22?"

"Yes."

"2001?"

Walter snorted. "Of course."

"Shit, I missed the finale of Voyager!"

"Star Trek Voyager? I have it on tape..."

"Man! Can I watch it?"

"Of course."

"Can I have a pizza too?"

"Sure. Let me just call Papa John's."

"Great, I love that pizza!"

Alex settled down on the sofa while Skinner ran about, grabbing a video from a
pile on his entertainment center. He popped the tape in and handed Alex the
remote.

"Thanks!" Alex exclaimed and Walter, feeling uncertain, went in search of some
beer.

[What? You were expecting smut??<eg>]

After watching the tape, eating the pizza and drinking several beers, Alex sat
in contentment and burped.

"Hey, um, I just thought of something."

"What?" asked Walter anxiously, wondering what the little bastard wanted now.

"I need some new digs. These are a bit big on me," he said, pulling on the
loose tshirt.

"Ok, um, wanna go shopping?"

"Yeah! I am sure my clothes are long gone now. The places I stayed at did not
keep things for long."

Walter nodded. "Sure. You wanna go to the mall?"

"Sounds like the place, Walter."

"All right," Walter agreed, glad he had paid up his credit cards.

Somewhere in the mall, awaiting on a certain ex-triple agent outside of a
dressing room...

The young man emerged wearing a very nice leather jacket, which suited him
rather well, but all Walter saw was the price tag.

"Come on, GQ. Haven't you had enough shopping today?"

Alex admired himself in the mirror and nodded.

"Ok, Walter, this certainly will do."

Walter waited patiently while Alex removed the item and they moved to a sales
clerk just finishing with another customer.

"Hello, how may I assist you, sirs?"

Walter motioned for Alex to hand the leather jacket to the sales clerk while
he put down the shopping bags he had from several stores. Walter looked like
the typical frustrated father waiting to pay for his son's outrageous clothing
bill. When the appropriate time came, he handed one of his credit cards to the
sales clerk.

When they emerged from the mall, Walter hesitated before asking, "Anywhere
else you would like to go?"

"Hey, there's a new dance club over there…" Alex said, pointing vaguely in the
direction of a trendy club down the street from the mall.

"Wanna take a look?"

"If that's what you would like, Alex."

"Oh yeah!"

*****

Walter seriously regretted it when they finally emerged from the dance club.
Alex was hanging on him, slaphappy drunk and smoochy for some odd reason.

"C'mon, Walter. Give us a kiss…"

Walter had to admit that dancing with the young man was quite invigorating but
getting called baldy and old constantly by the men and women trying to pick up
Alex was rather depressing. At least he didn't have to pay for a good portion
of Alex's drinks.

"Not now, Alex," Walter growled, hoping to get his point across, but the young
man ignored him and pressed himself against the older man.

When Walter thrust him bodily against his car, Alex whined, "Party pooper…"

Walter poured Alex into the passenger side then hurriedly sat on the driver's
side.

"Hey you know there was that one guy who wanted a threesome…Pops." Alex burst
out laughing.

"Thanks for reminding me, Alex," he said menacingly, which was promptly ignored.

"Oh c'mon, it was funny…it was…a little bit?"

"Ok, it was a little funny, Alex."

*****

When he finally was on his floor at his apartment door, he felt relatively in
control. He pushed the door open, half holding onto a touchy feely Alex.

"Hey just a moment. I think I-let me get the door, Alex." Walter shoved the
door closed with his foot while keeping hold of the slightly swaying Alex.

"What would you like, Walter?"

The suddenly sober question was unusual. Walter looked directly into Alex's
smoldering green eyes and realized the little ass had been faking it the whole
time.

"This," he growled, shoving Alex against the door and devouring his mouth with
his own.

When he pulled back to breathe, Alex sighed. "So this means you want me, huh?"

"You better believe it!" Then proceeded to show the younger man how much.

Alex was completely sobered by the time Walter's mouth enveloped him after he
had yanked Alex's pants and tighty whities down to his ankles. It had been way
too long since someone had gone down on him and it did not take long for him to
gasp out his orgasm, loving the sound and feel of Walter swallowing his cum
down.

Alex was only able to produce a weak 'Fuck' before he was manhandled over to
the sofa, his pants still wrapped around his ankles. Without further ado,
Walter split open the younger man's ass cheeks and began a thorough rimming.
Alex was in heaven and couldn't believe how quickly he was hard as a brick and
ready to go again. He was giving the sofa a good humping when Walter pulled
away.

"Natural lube," Walter murmured before pulling a condom out of his wallet.
Good thing the condom was lubed because he thrust inside Alex after the most
minimum of prep time.

"Oh god!" Alex groaned as Walter proceeded to fuck him thoroughly.

With a loud bellow, Walter came. As an after thought, he grasped Alex's cock
and jerked him off until the clenching of Alex's anal muscles was too much for
him. He fell on top of the younger man's broad back and had to rest before Alex
wiggled in protest.

He peeled off the condom and threw it out as Alex toed off his shoes and
kicked his pants and underwear off.

Walter gave Alex a leer, loving the look of Alex in only tshirt and socks, and
started up the stairs. Alex smirked.

"Not without me you don't." And padded after the bigger man.