by Angel, Orithain and Rina
At Vic's growled out answer, Mac sighed and shook his head,
retreating into the dining room to grab the last of the dishes
from their interrupted evening meal. He could hear Alex
banging around upstairs, the low murmur of his voice
accompanied by the opening and closing of doors as he dragged
out his armament to take on his trip.
After piling the last of the plates into a stack, Mac paused
to survey the remains of the ruined meal. "Well, this night
definitely did not work out like we planned," he muttered to
himself, leaning in to blow out the ivory candles before they
burned away to nothing in their holders. What had started out
as a relaxing gourmet dinner and a prelude to some good dirty
fun later on had turned sour the moment the phone rang.
Mac had no clue who someone named Frohike was, but from the
speed that Alex shot out of his chair to grab the phone before
the other man could disconnect, obviously he did. The mention
of the word 'Washington' made Victor blanch and leave the
table, leaving Mac wondering just what the hell was going on
now.
Well, now he knew a little more, though he still had no idea
why Alex had to fly to the States tonight to help some FBI
agent who, according to Victor, he had a past with. What
really was bothering Mac though was the tension that had
sprung up between the two older men the moment Alex announced
that he had to leave, that he, in fact, had tickets on a
flight out in three hours.
Carrying the plates back into the kitchen, Mac stopped,
watching the tense way Victor was holding himself and the
careful way he was moving. He was hurting, there was no doubt
about it, but if he thought Alex was insane enough to leave
him for some dweeby Feeb, then perhaps the ex-cop was the one
who was nuts.
Enough was enough. Grabbing Vic's arm, Mac bodily hauled him
away from the sink, ignoring his protest that the dishes
weren't done. "Damn things will keep and you know it," he
growled, hustling Vic toward the stairs and into the room
where Alex was, shutting and locking the door behind them.
"The way I see it," Mac said, grinning in response to the two
almost identical looks of annoyance and bewilderment that
greeted his action, "is that we've got an hour and a half
before Alex needs to be at the airport. Now you two can spend
it arguing or sulking at each other if you want. Me, I'd
rather us all spend it giving ourselves something to think
about until he comes home."
The lanky ex-thief leaned up against the doorjamb at that,
eyeing his two lovers. "So, what's it going to be, Things?"
"Mac," Vic began helplessly, trying to explain to the younger
man what he didn't understand himself. He couldn't understand
why Alex had to go help Mulder; the guy had thrown him in
jail, used Alex as a whipping boy and had nearly gotten Alex's
arm hacked off in some backwoods Russian stalag. But here he
was, leaving their home, his job, Mac and Vic dammit to go
help this guy. It hurt.
"You're right," he choked out after a few moments, not really
knowing what else to say. "But we've only got about 45 minutes
- you still gotta drive to the airport," Vic pointed out
rationally, trying any and everything to distract himself. But
damned if he was going to see Alex off without a good reason.
Not for this.
"Anyone got any suggestions—I'm fresh out, right now," he
continued, trying to mask the slight quiver in his voice with
a throaty laugh.
"Well," Mac answered, grinning as he folded his arms across
his chest, "you made dinner, I bought the wine, and Alex was
supposed to provide dessert, so I'd say it was up to him,
wouldn't you?" He looked pointedly at the former assassin who
was standing next to his suitcase, daring him to turn them
down.
Alex sighed, arms crossed defensively over his chest. "I'm not
going to apologize for having a past. There are some things
I'm going to need to do when they come up. I can't ignore
that, guys." He slumped against the wall, turning a pleading
gaze on Vic. "But you're who I come home to," he reminded. "I
have a home now."
He straightened up and stepped toward Vic, holding a hand out
to him. "Let me take the taste of you with me?" he asked, a
wicked smile curving the corners of his mouth, while his free
hand settled on Mac and began to tease him into arousal.
He sank to his knees in front of Vic, then proved that it
really is possible to unfasten someone's pants using only a
mouth. He smiled smugly at the growing length that he freed,
his tongue darting out to flick over it quickly, teasingly.
"Unless you aren't interested?" He smirked up at the other
man, his hands still busy between Mac's legs.
"Dammit, Alex," Vic sighed softly. "You could get me hot even
if I was cold and in the ground. Chances are I'm going to die
with your cock up my ass and mine in Mac's," he grinned at his
long time partner and sometime friend turned lover.
"Just be careful, okay? Last time you were in Washington the
idiot threw you in jail—and now you're running off to help
him." Shaking his head at something he thought was a stupid
thing to do, he brought one hand down to move Alex towards his
erection, and the other brought Mac into a soft kiss.
But not before he bent close and whispered in the younger
man's ear. "Thank you, sweetheart. For everything." Sighing,
the ex-cop let himself get lost in the pleasure of being with
the men he loved, forgetting for the moment everything else.
"Any time," Mac replied, quirking a grin and arching his hips
forward into Alex's wicked hands, his half-lidded eyes darting
back and forth between Vic's pleasure-infused expression and
the way Alex was now devouring his double's shaft. "But, Alex,
can't let you have all the fun, and we can't let you go
without the taste and feel of us."
Catching the older man's hand, Mac sucked his fingers into his
mouth, laving the digits with his tongue before removing them
and settling them on Vic's now bare hip. Moving around Alex,
he knelt behind the older man, running his hands up his back
beneath the light shirt, tickling the bare skin there.
Conscious of their shortage of time, Mac slid his hands around
Alex's chest, then down to begin working at his belt buckle,
all the time watching the erotic movements of Alex's head over
Victor's groin and listening to the groaned out words and
pleas from Vic's lips.
Alex shivered when he felt Mac start to undress him as well,
making his mouth close slightly and his teeth scrape lightly
over Vic's cock before he realized what he was doing. After a
soothing lap of his tongue along the quivering shaft, he
released Vic momentarily to whisper, "Fuck me, Mac. I want to
feel you inside me."
He pushed his ass back against the growing hardness behind him
and took Vic back into his mouth, sucking hard before again
releasing him. "Which way do you want it, beautiful? Want me
to suck you off or fuck you?" Pleasure contorted Alex's face
as Mac touched him, but he kept his eyes fixed on Vic's.
Vic looked down at his other self, the dark to his light, the
yin to his yang. "I need you in me, 'Lex, please?" the
younger man begged quietly, needing this mark of possession,
to feel Alex's seed flood him and claim him all over again. To
keep him warm inside, if only for a while.
Caressing first Alex's head, then Mac's, Vic began to remove
his own clothes, tugging off his shirt and shimmying out of
his tight pants, letting Alex hold him steady while he stepped
out of each leg. "Where do you want me, 'Lex?"
Moving quietly, Mac continued stripping Alex, not wanting to
disturb the tableaux before him. This was about Vic and Alex,
and for now he was grateful to be included in it. The two of
them had a connection that ran so deep that it was baffling,
and there were times, like this one, when he knew it was
better to sit back and wait.
After divesting Alex of his shirt, Mac pulled off his own
clothes, waiting until the older man told Vic where he wanted
him to continue stripping him.
Alex urged Vic over to the bed and down to his knees beside
it. "Lean over and rest your chest on the bed, baby. Make sure
you're comfortable." When he was sure Vic was settled, he
wrenched off his jeans, sank down behind his lover, his tongue
darting out to flick over the sensitive opening before he
straightened up and reached for the lube on the nightstand.
He prepared Vic, biting his lip as the other man moaned and
squirmed under his touch, then slicked himself and pressed
inside, feeling the tight heat close around him. "God, baby, I
love you so much," he moaned. "How can you not know that? I'd
die before I'd leave you, Vic."
He pushed as deep inside Vic as he could get, then held
himself still. He twisted to look back at Mac. "Want you
inside me, Macky, please. Need to feel you both, need to know
you want me back."
"Another crazy one if he thinks we don't want him," Mac
growled to himself, grabbing the lube that Alex had dropped,
putting it to good use, then seating himself fully within the
older man, causing him to push even deeper into Victor.
While the ex-thief stroked Alex's back and side with one hand
as he moved shallowly within him, he slid the other hand
farther forward, circling Vic's chest and rubbing at a tightly
peaked nipple. The feeling of both men bucking underneath him
was damn hot, and Mac leaned in, closing his teeth around
Alex's earlobe, biting lightly before latching onto his neck,
raising a deep purple mark with the force of his attentions.
Alex moaned, his hips moving frantically, trying to get deeper
inside Vic and force Mac further into him. He arched his head
back, baring his throat to Mac, feeling the younger man mark
him.
"Making sure everybody knows I'm taken?" he asked, amusement
mixed with the arousal in his voice.
"Damn straight," Vic growled out from beneath Alex, then
moaned as his lover nudged his prostate. It was a wild ride;
it was almost as if both Alex and Mac were fucking him at the
same time, their combined weight a blanket of comfort, their
words the rocks he clung to.
"Love you both," the ex-cop managed to gasp out as he bucked
forward, his body turning into one complete erogenous zone.
Needing more, wanting more, Vic reached up and snagged Mac's
hand, the one teasing his nipples, and moved it down to his
blood-engorged cock. Doing the same with one of Alex's hands
so that both men were wrapped around his cock and each other,
Vic silently begged to be stroked.
"Figured you'd like that better than a collar and license,"
Mac gasped. Ending up on top of the pile like this always made
him feel like he was riding some primal ocean current, the
waves and undulations beneath him carrying him along to some
far flung shore where he'd happily spend the rest of his life.
His fingers twined with Alex's around Vic's erection, and
together they began pumping. Each stroke raised new cries from
Victor's lips and spurred them all on, each upwards buck of
Vic's body pushing Alex back against Mac to be countered by a
thrust that reversed the process, pressing them all against
the side of the bed.
"One word about flea shots, and you're a dead man, Macky,"
Alex gasped out, his mind shattering under the dual
stimulation. He whined, his hips bucking relentlessly back and
forth. He laced his fingers with Mac's so they pumped Vic's
cock between them, his other hand tracing shaky patterns over
Vic's chest and hip.
"God! Can't... coming!" He wailed his climax, overwhelmed with
the pleasure that wouldn't stop, Mac still driving into him,
Vic still clenching around him.
Feeling his lover's come inundate him sent Vic spiraling into
his own orgasm. Crying out, Vic painted the side of the bed
with his seed, his hands fisting the comforter convulsively as
he choked out a cry of completion.
Panting and bucking upwards into Alex and down into the
combined fists of Alex and Mac, Vic's eyes rolled back into
his head, and he felt as though his heart would burst from the
sheer pleasure of it all. "GOD! Alex, Mac!"
Collapsing at last into the bed, he smiled tiredly as he felt
Alex nuzzle his neck and listened to the musical sound of Mac
as he came, filling Alex as Alex had filled him, joining them
all in the most primal, visceral way he could imagine.
Once the last spasms of his orgasm left him, Mac pried his
hand from Alex's hip and braced it against the side of the bed
beside his lovers before collapsing against the older man's
back, careful not to crush Vic with their combined weight.
"Mmm," he sighed, flicking his tongue over the warm patch on
Alex's skin where he'd marked the other man before, at the
same time slowly stroking Vic's softening cock, spreading his
seed over his skin and Alex's hand as well.
"Now that's the kind of dessert I like," he chuckled,
determined not to let the other two fall into their moods
again. "Just needs a little chocolate sauce to be perfect."
Alex laughed weakly, still trying to catch his breath. "Who
needs chocolate when you two are around? This is much better,"
he purred. He wrapped an arm tightly around Vic's waist to
hold them together and shifted his weight to the side, tipping
them over so they ended up on their sides, still joined.
"If you want chocolate sauce, babe, we go shopping for rubber
sheets because I am not cleaning up that particular mess!"
Vic chuckled softly.
"With this for inspiration, you can be sure I'll hurry home,"
Alex said. "But I do have to go... just not this very minute,"
he added, feeling Vic stiffen against him.
"It's not what you think, Vic," he finally tried to explain.
"I owe Mulder. I've done or been involved in doing a lot of
shitty things to him the last few years, things he didn't
deserve. Hell, I killed the guy's father! He was a bastard,
but he was still his father. If I can help him, make up for
what I've done in some small way, I have to try. Please
understand, baby." He held Vic to him even more tightly and
pressed back against Mac, seeking comfort.
Sobering, Vic listened to Alex's impassioned plea and then
swallowed hard. Twining his fingers through Alex's, he
reached out with the other hand to grab Mac's tightly. "I
know, 'Lex. It's just that he... Before you, when I didn't
know how you felt either, Mac, no one ever stayed. Gloria,
Ivy, Li Ann, Stan, they all left, and I began to think that it
was me, you know? I wasn't good enough, or there was something
missing that when people stuck around long enough, they
discovered and decided to hit the road in order to find
someone better.
"And then you kidnapped me, Alex, and suddenly there was
someone who did think I was good enough, and then you showed
up, Mac, and for the first time in a long time I had family
again, not like my sorry excuse for one or that mob family I
got mixed up with a while back. A real family. Guess I'm still
pretty insecure about letting you go when you need to. Hell,
chances are if the Tangs suddenly needed Mac for something,
I'd react the exact same way.
"I know you've got things and people in your past that you
owe, 'Lex. I guess I just didn't expect them to start showing
up so soon—and in the form of Fox Mulder. If," Vic swallowed
the lump in his throat and tried to calm his racing heart. "If
helping Mulder helps you, then I want you to go. Just come
home okay?"
"One day someone is going to have to explain to me just who
this Mulder guy is," Mac sighed, kissing Alex's neck and
squeezing Vic's hand before rolling off of them to sit against
the side of the bed.
"Damn, the two of you look good like that," he continued,
running his palm along both the other men's sides. "Double
exposure kind of thing." Groaning softly, he pushed himself up
to his feet, then leaned in and kissed them both. "I'm going
to go jump in the shower. You need some time together."
Silencing the start of a protest, Mac shook his head, heading
into the bathroom. "No fighting though!" he yelled back over
his shoulder before shutting the door.
"I will always come home to you, beautiful," Alex vowed, then
kissed the back of Vic's neck. "I love you. I could never
leave you. I love you both," he added. "Don't ever doubt that
I love you more than anything, Vic. I even put up with that
bitch and haven't killed her.
"I need to do this, but I'll come back to you as soon as I
can. You're part of me now, Vic. I swear I won't be gone long.
Please, try to trust me."
"I do trust you, Alex. Unconditionally. It's this Feebie
that I don't. He threw you in jail the last time you saw
him, dammit!" Vic growled in remembrance. "What's to stop him
from doing it again once you save his sorry ass?"
Vic shifted until Alex got the idea and reluctantly slid out
of him. The ex-cop bit back a groan of disappointment and
loss. Turning, he caressed Alex's face, drawing him down for a
deep kiss. "I just worry about you. Some of the stuff you've
told me about your past terrifies me. Not what you did, you
were between a rock and a hard place, and I know how that can
be. It's this ex-boss of yours; he makes the dragon lady look
like a saint. He didn't seem happy to give you up, 'lex, and
I'm terrified he's gonna try something. You going back there
puts you right in his line of sight.
"But... I know you have to do this, and I have to learn to
live with my fears. So, what say you forgive me for being such
an insecure prick and we go play with our very own rubber
'Macky'?" he half-grinned, pressing a kiss to Alex's throat.
Alex had to laugh, imagining Mac's reaction to being called
that. "He'll shoot you without compunction if he hears you
call him that, you know," he pointed out. Still grinning, he
stood up, stretching unselfconsciously beneath Vic's
appreciative gaze. He glanced at the clock and sighed. "No way
in hell I'm going to make my flight now, so we might as well
take our time and enjoy it. I'll charter a plane when I get to
the airport."
He held out a hand to Vic, who was still lying comfortably on
the bed. "Come on, let's go see if Mac can come out and play."
The chill wind whipping along the tarmac made Mac hunch his
shoulders upwards, but he dragged his hands out of his pockets
to pretend to straighten the collar of Alex's leather jacket.
The three of them were standing outside near the streamlined
Gulfstream jet Alex had chartered for his trip to Washington,
and the hour of his departure was at hand.
"Now, dear, are you sure you packed lots of clean ammunition?"
the ex-thief asked in an attempt at a motherly sounding voice.
"You know you don't want to get into an accident with dirty
bullets."
He'd been joking and teasing like this the whole way to the
airport in an attempt to keep both Victor and Alex from
brooding, and honestly, Mac was exhausted. It might also have
had something to do with the fact that he was realizing that
he was going to be missing the older man a lot more than he
let on, but that was something he really wasn't trying to
examine too closely at the moment. It was bad enough being in
love with one of the Things—but with both of them? That was
a disaster waiting to happen.
Vic laughed wanly and squeezed Mac's hand. The younger man
thought he was so tough, but he was absolutely transparent
when it came to people he cared about—and Vic knew damn well
that Alex was growing on Mac at a rapid pace. Mac just needed
to realize the fact for himself.
Walking up to Alex, he hugged the older man fiercely. "Come
back in one piece, okay? I don't want to have to go looking
for you and hurt the feebie for getting you shot or arrested
or something. I may not be... charitable to him.
"I love you, Alex." Turning quickly, he walked past Mac,
stopping a distance away and waiting. He kept his back turned
so that the other men couldn't see the stark fear painted
across his face. If only they could go with him—but the
Director would gut them. At least with him and Mac still here
they could keep her somewhat distracted, he hoped.
"You'd better go, 'lex. You need to get to Washington and find
out what's going on," he husked. Damn, he hated saying goodbye
to the ex-assassin. At least this time he had Mac to keep him
on an even keel.
And maybe this would be a good thing. He and Mac could really
talk about the past and work on their issues without upsetting
Alex or making him feel left out. Having a history with one
lover and none with another made things ... complicated.
Alex came up behind Vic and hugged him tightly. "I love you,"
he whispered in the other man's ear. "Try not to forget that.
I'll be coming home to you soon, beautiful. And I expect to
find you naked in our bed." His arms tightened for a moment,
then he released his lover and turned to Mac.
"Take care of him for me, Mac," he asked huskily, his emotions
clear in the green eyes. "Keep him safe. And make sure that
bitch keeps her claws off both of you, or I will shoot her
when I get back!" He grabbed the back of Mac's neck and pulled
him into a possessive kiss. When he finally released the dazed
man's mouth, he took hold of both his ears and held him still.
"I love you too, you know, Macky. I expect to find both of you
here when I get back." Alex smiled crookedly, then turned and
boarded the plane.
Mac stood stock-still, staring at the plane, his mind reeling.
No, no, no! That fucker! How dare he say something like, then
leave? Man, he was so dead...
Muttering curses in Cantonese under his breath, Mac inhaled
deeply when Vic joined him, then slung an arm around his
partner's waist, knowing the other man was hurting. "I've been
appointed your protector while Alex is away," he teased
gently, deciding that dealing with Vic's issues right now was
easier than facing his own. "Guess that means you have to do
what I say, right?"
Vic snorted and slung an arm around his lover's waist. "Dream
on, Macky," Vic teased, trying to ease some of the tension
in the younger man.
Together they watched Alex's plane taxi out onto the runway
and take off. They stood until it was a speck in the distance
and then reluctantly turned to leave. "I'm glad you're here,
Mac; I really am," Vic husked softly, pulling the younger man
tighter to him and running cool lips across his jawbone for a
moment.
"Let's go home and have some of that dessert you promised us.
I'm suddenly starving."
The machine was beeping when the two men walked in the front
door after disarming then rearming the security system Alex
had insisted on installing himself. Mac was ready to push the
button when Vic tackled him from behind. "Dessert, Ramsey, I
want dessert!"
"Dessert?" Mac asked, trying to catch his breath as his had
been squeezed out of him when Vic pounced him and pushed him
into the wall by the desk. "Hmm, now what can I do about
that..." He managed to turn in Vic's arms and grinned down at
the older man. Soon enough it was going to hit again that Alex
was gone; they needed this, needed each other right now.
"Food's in the kitchen; how about I whip us up a big batch of
Vic a la mode?" Mac's dark eyes gleamed as he spoke, and his
mind ran riot, picturing Victor laid out on the butcher-block
table with rivulets of ice cream running down his sides and
collecting in the dips and hollows of his body, just waiting
to be licked away.
Vic purred softly and began backing towards the kitchen,
leaving a trail of clothing in his wake. The leather car coat
landed in the foyer. The silk shirt snagged the sleek glass
and chrome hall table; the boots were kicked off in the dining
room, and the jeans managed to hook themselves over one of the
empty copper pot hooks above the kitchen's cooking island.
"So. Where ya want me, handsome?"
"Such a mess, Vic-tor," Mac chuckled, following his lover into
the kitchen, casting an amused glance at the new decoration
hanging from the hooks. "Whatever will the maid think?"
Taking enough time to strip down to his boxers and fold the
rest of his clothes neatly on the countertop, Mac nodded
toward the sturdy butcher-block table in the center of the
eat-in area. "Get that luscious ass up there, Thing, and get
comfortable. I'm feeling creative." Running an appreciative
gaze over Vic's nude, aroused body, Mac turned and started
rummaging through the drawers, pulling some items out and
setting them aside before moving to the refrigerator and
looking inside.
Climbing up on the table as instructed, Vic sat there with his
legs swinging over the side, watching Mac with a lazy smile.
Taking a cue from Alex, Vic lay back and sprawled indolently
on the table, a hand propped under his chin as the other hand
began to slowly jerk his own cock, spreading the pre-come
around and keeping himself on the knife-edge of arousal.
"Thought it was my job to be creative in the kitchen. After
all, Alex got the playroom, and you got the game room," the
older agent pouted playfully, turning puppy dog eyes on Mac to
get him to move faster. "Ma-ac. I'm lonely, come play with
me?" he begged prettily."
"You were creative in designing the kitchen; now it's my turn
to get creative in it," Mac corrected, placing the things he'd
found into a bowl and carrying them over to the table.
"Besides, you always are complaining that I can't cook; I feel
I need to prove you wrong."
Running a hand over Vic's, Mac drew it away from his cock,
then brought it to his lips so that he could lick the faint
tang of his musk from his skin. "Mmm, excellent flavor for an
appetizer, but I have something sweeter in mind." Leaning in,
he kissed Vic leisurely, their tongues dueling back and forth
between their mouths until they were both short of breath.
"And that mouth is definitely sweet."
"Mac," Vic breathed, as his eyes became hooded, verdant pools
of need. "Sweetheart, oh Jesus, you are so fucking hot," he
husked, those same eyes racing over the lithe and elegant form
of the younger man.
"You taste like wickedness, Mac Ramsey. No wonder all those
women panted after you. They wanted you to corrupt them, lead
them astray with those dangerous lips and that lethal body.
Used to make me crazy without me ever realizing why. Hell, I
wanted to turn Claire over to the Cleaners and let them use
her for target practice," Vic confessed before pulling Mac in
for another kiss.
"Corrupt me, Mac. Lead me into temptation and make me scream
for more."
"Corrupt you?" Mac asked, swiping his tongue out over Vic's
lips, then gently pulling back and walking around to stand at
the foot of the table between Vic's legs. "Babe, I don't know
what you're talking about. Why would I want to corrupt this
gorgeous, hot, slut of a man here. I just want to... play with
him some is all."
Chuckling, he picked up the bottle of olive oil and dripped
some onto his hand, then pressed a finger into Vic's body,
crooking and rotating it until Vic was squirming and moaning.
Then, before Victor could react, he pulled his finger out,
replacing it with a frozen plastic ball, quickly adding a
second in the moment before Vic's howl reached his ears.
"FUUUUCK!" Vic wailed as he felt the icy burn of the frozen
ball invade his body. "Oh shit!!!" The only thing preventing
Vic from lunging off the table was the fact that Mac was
holding him down.
The older man went wild, his brain short-circuited, and his
body went into overdrive. His cock was ramrod straight and
weeping copiously. All Vic could do was feel. He'd lost all
intelligent thought. He just felt everything: every time the
frozen ball rotated within him, every pulse of blood through
his cock, every ragged gasp of air, every stroke of Mac's
hands. And he reveled in it. "More, please, God, give me
more!"
Mac sucked in a ragged breath, awed by the extremity of Vic's
reaction, and he shifted to unconsciously rub his now aching
cock against Vic's thigh. "Oh, there's more," he husked,
adding a third ice ball, then tracing his now-cool fingers
over Vic's cock, watching his balls pull up toward his body in
reaction to the chill inside and outside him.
"Delicious," he murmured, leaning in to lick at Vic's cock,
cleaning the droplets of pre-come from his skin with long
sweeps of his tongue, feeling each quiver and jerk as the
frozen balls shifted within the other man's body
"Mac, oh Jesus, please, need to, going to," Vic panted, his
hands grinding his nipples between tightly clamped fingers. He
was so close to coming he could taste it.
Eyes opening and blazing green fire, Vic let go of his nipples
and hauled Mac bodily up and over him. Yanking the younger
man's head down, Vic ground their lips together, tasting blood
as lips were split even as he arched up and ground his cock
against Mac's.
Mac smirked, then licked at the small cut on Vic's lower lip,
tasting the coppery tang of both their blood. "Not yet you
aren't, lover," he murmured, biting at the older man's throat,
then crawling back off the table, Vic's curses and wails of
need sending spikes of desire through him. "Got a few more
things to add to my dish first."
Fishing the now melting balls out of the other man's writhing
body, Mac tossed them into the sink, then reached for the next
cooking implement. "Better hang on to the table legs," he
murmured, bending in to lick at Vic's navel as he wrapped the
cockring around the older agent's erection, delighting in the
hoarse curses that caused.
"Now then, that's better." Grinning down at the furious and
needy green-eyed man, Mac picked up the turkey baster and
waved it in the air. "And you wanted me to show you how I
cook, babe, so no complaints." Filling the plastic tube with
warm water and coating it with a layer of olive oil, Mac
carefully inserted it into Vic's anus and gave the rubber bulb
a small squeeze. Vic's moan drew one from him as well, and one
hand moved to his cock, rubbing his throbbing flesh lightly as
he watched his gorgeous, writhing lover.
Vic bucked up hard and then melted into submission. Fuck,
could this get any hotter? "Mac," he moaned quietly, head
tossing from side to side on the table as he felt his bowels
fill and his stomach distend with a darkling pleasure. The
younger man was pushing every one of his buttons at such a
rapid pace that he had no defense against him, not that Vic
wanted one.
Mac was diabolical; wicked in a way Vic had never thought
possible but was damn glad to see. "Mac, baby, please," he
panted softly, squirming on the table as he felt the water
swirl around and make itself known. Shooting up and rolling
off the table, Vic was out of the room and in their bedroom's
en suite as fast as he could get there.
After long moments he staggered back into the bedroom and
collapsed on the bed, eyes closed, too liquefied to move.
Feeling hands run across his smooth chest and down to his
denuded groin, Vic's eyes opened with a lazy smile.
"Damn, you feel good, Mac, so rough against me, drives me
crazy when I feel your chest hair scratch against my chest or
your shadow rub against my cock. Love you, Ramsey," the older
man smiled up at his partner, perfectly relaxed and content to
ride out his arousal for as long as Mac wanted to play, loving
the feeling of being another man's toy and knowing that
ultimately they'd both find their satisfaction.
Chuckling, Mac crawled up the bed until he was straddling
Victor on his hands and knees, smirking down at the older man.
"Love you too, Mansfield as you well know." He dropped his
face to scrub his shadowed jaw along Vic's bare chest, feeling
the quivers race along the other man's body when his scruff
rasped at his nipples.
"Driving you crazy is fun, Vic-tor. Why do you think we like
to do it so much?" He twisted his face and closed his teeth
around his partner's nipple, stretching out the peaked flesh
away from Vic's body, tickling the tip with his tongue.
Whimpering, Vic arched, hands stretching out above him to
grasp at the durable wrought iron headboard. His arms pulled
tight, and his body went taut, stretched as far as he was able
in order to better feel whatever Mac was doing to him. "Jesus.
You're fiendish!" the older man moaned as he thrashed on the
bed, feeling his nipple elongate and be subjected to its
torture.
Thrusting his denuded groin up against Mac's elegantly trimmed
bush brought another round of groans from Vic's lips. "God,
Mac, you're killing me here!"
"Victor," the younger man chuckled, swiping his tongue over
his lover's reddened nipple, "I haven't even started yet."
Pushing up and off Vic's body, grinning at his colorful
cursing, Mac reached for the large bowl he'd brought up with
him from the kitchen. Plucking a utensil from beside it, he
dipped the scoop into the deep hollow, then returned to the
bed, holding his hand out of Victor's line of sight.
"Now I think I'll have my dessert," he murmured before
plopping a perfectly rounded scoop of white chocolate cherry
ice cream on the older man's navel, snickering at Vic's yelp
and the way he jumped. Returning with the bowl, Mac quickly
added scoops over his nipples, then dipped a finger in the
slowly softening dessert and held it out to his partner. "Want
some?"
Shivering at the frigid substance in his navel and on his
nipples, Vic opened his mouth to suck in Mac's finger. Using
the slim digit as a distraction for the extreme chill, Vic
suckled on Mac, his tongue swabbing the elegant finger much
the same way he'd have swabbed the tip of Mac's cock.
The melting ice cream began to dribble down Vic's sides,
making him shiver and dance on the bed enticingly. At last
letting go of Mac, the older man moaned. "God damn that's
cold!"
Mac chuckled quietly before leaning in to lick the rivulets of
ice cream off of Vic's sides, working his way up to the slowly
melting mounds that decorated his body. "How about I heat you
up then, hmm?" Taking only long enough to lube his cock and
Victor's ass, Mac thrust into the older man's body, pausing to
scoop up some of the ice cream and offer it to Vic, grinning
at his growl.
Vic's eyes sank shut when he was penetrated then shot open at
the touch of Mac's fingers dancing across his body. He growled
at the proffered ice cream then snatched Mac's hand, pulling
it towards his mouth. Licking his lover's fingers clean,
making sure not to miss a single nook, cranny or indent, Vic
then sucked two fingers into his mouth, fellating them.
The feeling of Mac stroking in and out of his ass was
fantastic, the throbbing in his cock torture, and all Vic knew
was that if he didn't come soon, he'd go crazy with need.
Christ, Mac had to have been taking lessons from Alex; he was
much too good at torturing Vic!
Alex stared out the window of the plane, watching the figures
of his lovers recede into the distance as the craft began to
taxi away from the airport. He felt like he was leaving a
piece of himself behind by leaving Vic, and even that annoying
brat of a thief had stolen a piece of his heart. That had been
unexpected. Mac was intended to be a gift for Vic, one that he
knew his "twin" wanted, but Alex had never meant to do more
than put up with him. He'd been shocked when he'd realized
that he'd fallen in love with Mac as well.
"So much for there only being one true love for each person,"
he muttered. "I have three." Realizing what he'd said, he
groaned and thumped his head against the seat. "Shit! No, no,
no. I cannot love Mulder too. Vic'll come unglued. No way."
He'd always known he was attracted to the pouty FBI agent, but
he'd never admitted to himself that it was love. He loved
Vic. He was not going to hurt Vic by letting this thing
with Mulder go anywhere, even assuming that Mulder wouldn't
rather see him in a body bag.
And just what was he going to do about Mulder? Alex groaned
again. The Gunmen had called him to warn him that everyone's
favorite fibbie was about to stick his hand into the hornet's
nest once again. The suicidal lunatic had trusted Covarrubias
again and was about to get himself killed. If not for the deal
he'd struck with those three fruitcakes to keep him informed
of Mulder's more asinine activities, the man would have been
dead long before anything could have been done. He had the
sense of a fruitfly!
Several hours later a sweaty, dirty, irritable Alex Krycek
glared ominously at an unrepentant Fox Mulder in the safety of
an anonymous motel room. As usual, Mulder was cursing and
blaming him for every ill in his life and several that had
occurred long before he was born. As near as Alex could tell,
Mulder blamed him for everything from original sin on down.
"Would you shut up?" he finally grated out, his patience
exhausted, a dangerous light in his green eyes. "Try to take
your head out of your ass long enough to listen to me because
I'm only going to say this once. Marita Covarrubias is not
your friend. She is not your informant. She is a major
player in the new Consortium or whatever they're calling
themselves now. She intended you to die there tonight. If you
listen to her again, you will die."
He sighed. "This is the last time I save your ass, Mulder. I
can't come back here again. I won't hurt Vic again for you."
"You rat bastard!" Mulder snarled. "What the hell makes you
think I want or need your help or that I'd believe a single
word you say, you murdering sonofabitch?" He stopped suddenly,
frowning. "Who's Vic?"
Alex shook his head. "None of your business, Mulder. We're
done. I very much doubt I'll ever come back to Washington, so
have a nice life. Try not to throw it away." He shrugged. "You
should try listening to Scully once in a while. She's got a
pretty good grasp on reality most of the time."
Mulder frowned, for once not yelling, and really looked at
Alex. He looked at the man who'd been in and out of his life
with almost predictable regularity for the last several years
and thought about never seeing him again. Rather than the
fierce joy he would have expected, the thought brought a pang
of... loss? Yes, loss.
From the first moment he'd seen the supposedly green young
agent who'd already opened his case, there had been
something about him. He'd been unwillingly attracted to
Krycek, but there had never been time to do anything about it,
and then they were enemies. But Krycek did seem to keep
appearing just when he needed help. Maybe it wasn't all
coincidence. Maybe Krycek really had been helping him.
And maybe it was time to ask himself why a man who could
clearly take care of himself was also so easily defeated every
time they fought.
"Why do you care?" he asked suddenly.
Alex glanced away, not willing to answer that question and
suddenly unable to lie to Mulder yet again. "It doesn't matter
any more," he finally replied, still not meeting Mulder's
eyes. "From now on, I'm out of it. I have a life now, people
who care about me, and I'm not going to fuck that up."
Mulder realized that this was his last chance to admit to
himself and to Alex how he really felt; if he wasn't honest
now, he'd never have another opportunity. Scared, frustrated,
but determined, he took the step necessary to bring him up
against Alex and kissed him.
For a long moment he thought he'd made a mistake as Alex's
lips remained slack and unresponsive beneath his, but then
Alex was kissing him back, had taken over the kiss. He moaned
and leaned into the former Consortium agent, finally tasting
what he'd subconsciously been fantasizing about for years.
Long before he'd had enough, however, Alex pulled away with a
curse, rapidly backing up out of reach.
"No, I'm not doing this. I won't do this to Vic." Despite his
words and real determination, part of Alex yearned for this
man. He shook his head almost violently. "Too little, too
late, Fox."
Mulder frowned. "I thought I was the one in denial, Krycek.
We've been dancing around this for years."
Alex nodded. "Yeah, I know. But like I said, too late. There's
someone else in my life now, two someones actually, and
there's no way in hell I'm going to hurt Vic or Mac by fucking
you. It was bad enough that I dropped everything to rush down
here when I found out you were in trouble again. Vic already
thinks you're a threat to him. I'm not going to give him any
reason to believe it."
He sighed and sank down in a chair. "I wish... god, I can't
even wish that you'd made this little self-discovery earlier
because then I wouldn't have met Vic, and I wouldn't give him
up for anything. Not even you." Turbulent green eyes rose to
meet hazel. "But I'll always regret..."
"Damn you, Krycek, you don't get off that easily," Mulder
snarled. "You don't get to make me love you then walk away."
Alex flinched. "Don't. Please don't, Mulder. I can't, don't
you understand?" He pounded the table at his side in
frustration.
"I understand that you're fucking with me again," Mulder
replied bitterly, turning to leave.
Even though he knew it would be best, Alex couldn't leave it
like that. "Damn it, I love all three of you. Am I supposed to
hurt Vic and Mac, leave them, for you? I can't, I won't, do
that!"
Mulder stopped at the door, his forehead pressed against it.
"I really did wait too long, didn't I?" he asked with a bitter
laugh. "Even if I never admitted it to myself, I always knew
that you'd keep coming back, that you'd be there if I ever
decided I wanted you. I guess the joke's on me."
"I... Fuck! What do you expect me to do here, Mulder?" Alex
demanded angrily. "Basically you want me now because you can't
have me!"
"No! No, that's not true. I always wanted you; I just
couldn't admit it. Sure, you saying you weren't coming back
forced me to face it, but it didn't change my feelings in
any way." Mulder desperately tried to convince Alex of his
sincerity.
"I can't deal with this," Alex groaned. "Go, please." Seeing
the stubborn refusal in Mulder's face, he added, "I won't
leave before we talk again. I swear." Mulder's expression at
that made him laugh, albeit ruefully. "Really, I promise. I'll
talk to you tomorrow. Right now I just need to get my head
straight. Please."
Finally, hesitantly, Mulder nodded. He stole another quick
kiss, then slipped out of the room with a last, pleading
glance.
Alex sat in stunned immobility for a long time, then picked up
the phone, needing to hear his lovers' voices. He listened to
the phone ring, desperately hoping that they were home.
Vic reached blindly for the bedside phone, fumbling from lack
of light and exhaustion due to Mac's earlier attentions. Fuck,
who knew Mac, his Mac, had that in him? He was damned
impressed!
"'lo? he mumbled quietly, not wanting to wake his younger
lover up, hoping that it was, perhaps, his older lover on the
line. "'Lex, is that you?"
"If that's the Director, I'm going to rip the phone out of the
wall," Mac growled without lifting his head from the pillow.
"God, wha' time is it anyway?"
Hearing Mac through the phone, Alex had to laugh, a throaty
chuckle erupting from him despite his confusion after Mulder's
visit. "Yeah, babe, it's me," he answered Vic. "Tell Sleeping
Beauty there I'm sorry I disturbed his rest. I was just really
missing you both," he said a little thickly.
"So, how was dessert?" he asked archly, hoping to goad them
into a little fun.
"Fucking cold," Vic chuckled as he rolled over, clicked on the
speaker box and set the phone back down so that Alex could
hear and talk to both of them now. "Mac's about as sadistic as
you are, 'lex. Perverted little puppy. He used a turkey
baster on me. And ice balls!"
"It's time to talk to Alex, Mac," Vic cooed before he plopped
an ice cube he'd fished out of the glass of water on the night
stand on the younger man's stomach, cackling in glee at the
reaction he got. "Payback's such a bitch, ain't it?"
"Wha... Fuck!" Mac howled, sitting bolt upright and swiping at
his stomach, trying to get the ice away from his skin. "What
was that for? You liked it all!" he shuddered and pulled the
sheet off of Victor, drying himself with it
"Jesus, Alex, see what he turns into when you go away?" he
whined, rolling over and resting his head in Vic's lap,
sticking his tongue out at the older man while making himself
comfortable.
Alex chuckled, wishing he was home with them, able to reach
out and touch them rather stuck in a hotel room hundreds of
miles away. "You trying to tell me you can't handle him,
Macky? I'm shocked," he teased. "Guess I should have brought
you two with me, and you coulda slept at the foot of my bed
like cute little pets." The laughter was clear in his voice,
and he had a pretty good idea of the reaction he was going to
get.
"Say that again when you're home, 'lex," Vic purred sweetly,
his face pure evil as he did so. "And then see who's the pet.
Mac and I haven't had our fun in the playroom with you yet,
and those chili peppers I've been growing are almost ripe."
Vic's hand stroked its way along Mac's chest and then caressed
his face as he smiled at his younger lover. "And you should be
very afraid of Mac getting a hold of you. He's diabolical.
Truly creative. Actually I think he could out wicked you.
Iceballs and turkey basters," Vic shook his head, "and ice-
cream and cockrings. You had me wailing like a banshee, babe,"
he grinned down at his younger lover.
"Hrmmm—what should we do to Alex when he gets back home for
that pet crack, Mac? Any ideas? I kinda have this fantasy of
seeing Alex collared and leashed, m'self."
Mac stretched, smiling dreamily at the memory of their earlier
play and the thought of Alex presented that way. "I dunno. I
think the two of you would make a very nice matched set decked
out that way. I could parade you down Church Street or at one
of the clubs. Would have to get some pictures of that if I did
though..."
He rolled over and kissed Vic's stomach, chuckling. "And Vic
was wild tonight, Alex. You would have creamed just watching
him. He even may have put some scratches on that butcher-block
table he likes so much. May have to try it all on you to see
if you go as nuts."
"Have to make sure you've got spicy things available to
torture—I mean use on him," Vic smirked, capturing one of
Mac's hands and bringing it up to his lips so he could lick
the palm of Mac's hand, teasing the younger man.
"Alex is a true child of N'awlins. Likes things on the piquant
side, ain't that right, 'lex?" Vic's eyes danced and clouded
at the memory of the older man going absolutely apeshit when
he'd given him a chili pepper blowjob during those first heady
weeks together.
"Only thing as pretty as seeing Alex in extremis is having Mac
a la mode," Vic quipped with a smirk.
Alex moaned faintly, well able to imagine the scene and once
again wishing he was home with them getting his brains fucked
out. Seeing Mulder again had been a very bad idea, but he was
not going to fuck up his relationship with Vic and Mac over
some unrequited—or even suddenly requited—past love.
"Love your parade idea," he admitted, shivering as he imagined
it. "God, the idea of everyone looking at us together has me
hard as a rock," he groaned, his hand curling around his cock
and starting to pump. "I wish I were with you right now, one
of you fucking me hard, making me scream and squirm on you..."
Vic grinned slyly, running his hand over Mac's hip and tracing
the thin skin of the younger man's hip bone before cupping his
soft penis, stroking it lightly. "Alexandre Krycek, are you
touching yourself?" he growled out with a wink to Mac.
"And if you aren't, why the hell not? I'm playing with Mac!"
Mac groaned and stretched, arching his hips up into Vic's
palm. "Hell of a good way to wake up it is too," he chuckled,
shifting around to rest his head on Vic's lap and nuzzle his
cock. "And you should be impressed, Alex; just hearing your
voice has him hot and bothered—a fact I intend to take
advantage of."
Groaning harshly at that mental image, Alex's hand began to
move faster on his cock, and he licked a finger on his other
hand before moving it down to his ass. "Fuck yes, I'm jerking
off," he rasped. "You think I could talk to you two about sex
and not touch myself?" He snorted. "I have one hand around
my cock, wishing it was your mouth, Mac, those pouty lips
wrapped around me sucking my soul out, and a finger up my ass.
Not nearly as good as having you," he moaned, his breathing
heavy.
"Tell me what you're doing to each other, let me imagine us
all together," he panted, promising himself that they would
get a vid-phone.
"Mac is so long and lean everywhere, don't you think, 'lex?"
Vic sighed, running his tongue along the hardening length of
the younger man's cock. "When you're in me, it feels like I'm
being spitted; with Mac it's like I'm being skewered. I... I
wonder what you'd both feel like together, but I don't think
I'm nearly limber enough to manage you both inside me at the
same time—but fuck, what a mental image. To be able to feel
you and this," Vic suckled on the head of Mac's penis for a
moment, "both moving inside me, Jesus!"
After a few moments of harsh breathing, Vic continued. "I'm
tasting him, 'lex, running my tongue up and down that gorgeous
length of his, sucking on the head, feeling the pre-come
slither down my throat... God, he tastes good!
"Those ice balls, 'lex, he used 'em like benwah balls—shoved
'em up inside and fuck, it was... It had my head spinning like
something out of the Exorcist, dammit. I'm gonna return the
favor in a different way, Mac," he chortled, licking again.
"My fire for your ice—just you wait, you're gonna cream so
hard you'll pass out. 'Lex did," he smirked.
Vic traced a finger along Mac's perineum, making the younger
man groan in need. "He makes the prettiest noises, like he
doesn't want to but he can't help himself, don't you think?"
Hearing the catch at the other end of the phone, Vic grinned.
"Alex, did you just stick a finger up your ass, babe?"
Alex groaned harshly, two fingers moving in and out of his
ass, his other hand jerking himself feverishly as he listened
to Vic's hot commentary. "Fuck, I want you both," he moaned,
eyes falling closed as his climax neared. "Want to feel you on
me, in me..." His back arched, and he whimpered, trembling on
the brink but not wanting to miss a moment of what was
happening on the other end of the line.
Vic's fingers slipped inside Mac's anus easily, the lubricant
making his lover slick and wet. Crooking his finger slightly,
he began to search for the ex-thief's prostate even as he
stroked his own cock.
"My fingers just slid into Mac without any trouble, 'lex," Vic
purred. "You should see him. He's biting the pillow; his whole
body is trembling and taut and..." Vic's fingertip scraped
over Mac's prostate, eliciting a breathy whine of hunger. "Did
you hear that, 'lex; sounds like I hit the target, don't you
think?"
Vic's own hand began to work harder, faster, on his own cock.
"I'm so hard for both of you. I can't wait until you get back
to us, 'lex. I think we need to introduce you to the joys of
ice, don't you think, Mac? We can spread him wide, maybe tie
him to the bed and spend hours, days playing with him and
driving him crazy. Making him beg until he's hoarse and then
driving him completely insane."
Lifting his head from the pillow, his dark eyes wide and
glazed, his whole body quivering with restrained desire, Mac
gave a harsh laugh. "I think you're doing a pretty good job of
that just by talking to him." Twisting around, he batted Vic's
hand out of the way and latched onto his cock, sucking
hungrily on it, his hips arching back at each thrust of his
fingers; he could hear Alex groaning over the speaker, and
that just made the whole thing better.
"Fuck," Alex rasped, his hand moving over his cock and the
other driving fingers in and out of his ass while he squirmed
and whimpered, trying not to lose the phone. "Oh god,
can't..." He cried out sharply as he came, body convulsing in
pleasure even as he wished for his lovers to be with him
physically.
Lying in a sticky sprawl across the bed, he listened to Vic
and Mac and promised himself that no matter what happened with
Mulder the next day, he was heading home afterward. He needed
to see Vic and Mac.
Hearing Alex come over the phone combined with the feeling of
Mac's mouth wrapped around his cock was too much for Vic, and
with a muffled howl he came, sending gouts of his seed
spasming down his lover's throat.
"Jesus, Mac," he panted, his fingers increasing their tempo as
they rammed in and out of the younger man's ass, fingertips
brushing over his prostate each time. "Fuck, what a mouth!
Alex, it was like having a hoover around my cock! Love you,
love you both so fucking much."
Lifting his head from Vic's crotch, Mac licked his swollen
lips and grinned. "You just love us because we turn you inside
out." That said, he groaned, his own hand working faster over
his erection.
"Glad you could take care of that for both of us, Macky," Alex
purred into the phone, listening to the sounds of the youngest
man's moans and knowing how close he was. "Now let me hear you
come for us, something to tide us over till I can get back
tomorrow night."
Vic smiled devilishly and then swiveled around to help fulfill
Alex's request, taking Mac's erection into his mouth and
sucking strongly.
"Oh, fuck!" Mac howled, throwing his head back and arching up
into Vic's mouth, his balls tightening as he came. Finally
collapsing back against the bed, he gave Vic a groggy smile
and chuckled. "I'm dead now; I don't think I'm leaving this
bed till you get back, Alex."
"Mmm, that really inspires me to get home soon. I can just
picture you lying there, long limbs sprawled over the bed, Vic
sticky and sated beside you. God, I need to get home and have
you both. I'll be back tomorrow night, so make sure you're
lubed and ready for me, guys."
"Purrr," Vic grinned, resting his head on the younger man's
thigh. "I like the sound of that, but then again I think
you're the one who needs to be reminded of what you left
behind. Maybe we should tie him to a chair and make him
watch; what do you think, Mac?"
Mac smiled and ran a hand over Vic's chest, listening to Alex
growl over the speaker. "Sounds good to me; then once he's
begging for it, we can make a Thing sandwich."
"Sadists. I think I'd rather have all of us rolling around in
the bed together, everyone having fun and making up for lost
time."
"We learned from the best, babe," Vic laughed. "Did you
honestly believe that Mac and I wouldn't pick up any of your
tricks? We do work for the Director after all."
"Speaking of her, does she know about your little trip, Alex?"
"Well, I didn't bother to send the dragon-bitch my itinerary,
if that's what you mean, but I'm sure she knows by now. I
didn't make any effort to keep it secret. It should be
interesting to see what 'punishment' she decides to try to
inflict on me and what I do to her in return." Alex chuckled
darkly.
"And us for letting you go," Vic groaned, thinking of some of
her more creative ways to punish him and Li Ann when they'd
gone along with Mac's hairier schemes. "Al Dabra," he sighed,
looking up the length of Mac's leg to his younger lover.
Mac perked up at the mention of the island. "You mean we're
grabbing Alex and running away there?"
"Running away to a tropical island? Count me in! And why
haven't we done it already? God, there has to be some way to
get that woman out of our lives," Alex grumbled. "But frankly,
I'll settle for some quality time for the three of us alone."
"No, I meant that the last time we went along with one of our
partner's hair-brained schemes... Mac... Li Ann and I got just
as punished as the guilty party, so chances are that whatever
happens to you, 'Lex, will happen to us as well," Vic replied
ruefully. "We'll be lucky if Dobrinski doesn't have another
septic tank to dig."
Mac chuckled. "I was trying to forget that, you know. And no
way am I going near his fucking septic system again, even for
you two!"
"Frankly, I'm glad to hear it. I don't think even love would
get me near you if you'd been there," Alex laughed. "Love may
be blind, but no one ever said it couldn't smell."
"God, Krycek, you are so fucking gross by times!" Vic
groaned, hiding his head between Mac's legs. "Just finish
getting the feeb's ass out of trouble and get home safely and
in one piece, okay? No bullet holes anywhere, not in you, in
the leather or in the luggage."
"And no letting anyone paw you down there, got it?" Mac added,
catching Vic and pulling him up against his chest.
"Would you two like me to tattoo 'Property of Vic and Mac' on
my ass or what?" Alex shook his head. "Like you don't keep me
too sated to get it up for anyone else even if I wanted to.
Which I don't, so don't have a fit, beautiful. Kiss him for
me, Macky."
Rolling his eyes, Vic simply shook his head. "Shoot me for
getting as crazy nuts as you get when someone so much as looks
at my ass in a way you deem lustful. And that tattoo would be
nice," Vic continued, grinning at Mac. "After all, mine looks
good on me."
After kissing Vic as Alex had requested, Mac nipped his lower
lip. "Like either of you would ever look at anyone else. Now
stop arguing so we all can get some sleep, got it?"
"Aye, aye, sir," Alex laughed. "Keep each other warm till I
can get back there. I'll see you tomorrow, lovers."
"Love you, 'Lex," Vic murmured. "Sleep well." Listening to
Alex and Mac's responding replies, he reached out and hit the
disconnect button then looked at Mac with a sigh. "Guess we'd
better see who called when we were otherwise occupied, hunh?"
he groaned.
"God, do we have to?" Mac sighed but reached for the phone to
retrieve messages just as it rang again. "Forget something,
Alex?" he laughed, only to wince when the Director's biting
tones sounded in his ear.
Arriving home the following night, Alex slowed nearly to a
halt when he saw Li Ann waiting for him just past the
disembarking area. "What's up?" he demanded suspiciously,
eyeing the woman he disliked heartily for her past treatment
of both his lovers.
"Vic and Mac were sent away on assignment. But don't worry,
Krycek, here are your tickets to follow them." Li Ann smiled
almost viciously as she handed over the tickets and left with
no further explanation.
Cursing when he saw that he was booked on a flight leaving in
only a few minutes, Alex set off for the departure area,
wondering what the hell was going on. At least Vic and Mac
would be waiting for him at the other end.
Four's a Crowd
wave of water splashed out of the sink, sending Mac skidding
back out of the way to avoid getting his clothes wet. "You
know," he commented to Vic as the older man slammed another
dish into the soapsuds, "those will get cleaner if you leave
some water in there to wash them with."
