by Angel and Orithain
At least the Director was smart enough to realize that the ex-assassin would
have gone ballistic and put his foot down had they been in the same briefing.
Vic was too used to crazy assignments and insane orders to get upset over them.
Alex... Alex was too possessive of Vic. Insanely possessive came to mind, not
that Vic was complaining.
But who the hell would have thought that he, Vic Mansfield, could be a male
model for a group of artists, one of whom was painting high quality forgeries
and selling them as originals? Which was why Vic was here and Jackie was
enrolled as one of the artists in training, so to speak. Another thing not to
tell Alex, the way Janczyk had devoured him with her eyes as the robe was
stripped away. Damn good thing Alex wasn't here—he'd be hard as stone right
now.
The door opened again, and the instructor entered the room, eyes drifting
casually over Vic. Not by a single grimace did Alex Krycek show his rage at his
lover being displayed before a bunch of strangers.
He turned to face the class, smiling as he leaned back against a stool. "Hi,
everyone, I'm your new instructor, Alex. Jeff had a slight accident skiing and
is laid up for a while, so you're going to be stuck with me for the rest of the
class. And yeah, as you can probably tell, Vic there's my brother. So behave,
ladies, or I'll sic our mom on you!" He chuckled and began the day's lecture as
the would-be Michelangelos prepared to try to do Vic justice.
Vic bit back a groan as he heard that smoky, sexy voice filter through the
room and felt his cock twitch. This was bad. This was very bad! Then a word
caught his attention. Brother, Alex called Vic his brother. Oh Jesus. He
was doomed. Brothers don't get hard when their brothers talk. People would
assume—and he could hear Jackie snickering close by, damn her!
Trying to think cold frigid thoughts as his arms stretched above his head,
grasping the bar there and making him look like a man stretching, Vic tried
desperately not to move, not to get aroused, not to whimper in frustration as
Alex's smooth bedroom voice droned on and on, driving him crazy.
Alex was keeping an eye on his lover out the corner of his eye, and he had no
trouble identifying his difficulty. Much as he enjoyed his power over the other
man, he wanted this case solved and them back home as soon as possible, so he
moved away, ending the lecture. He began to circulate around the room, offering
pointers, and he stopped beside one woman who really was talented.
He jumped slightly when her hand rubbed his thigh, but at first he assumed it
was an accident. When her shoulder aligned itself with his cock and pressed,
however, he knew that she was putting the moves on him. He stepped back, unable
to resist glancing at Vic to see his reaction.
Vic had seen Alex jump, and when his lover repeated the move and looked
guiltily towards him, it was all Vic could do not to snarl and stalk over to the
older man, asserting his claim on Alex so that bitch of a woman would keep her
body parts off of his lover's body parts. Vic was not happy at all. In fact he
was downright pissy.
The night drew on interminably, and when at last Alex thanked his "brother"
for his assistance and told Vic he could go, the ex cop was fuming mad. Closing
the door precisely and with extreme care behind him so he wouldn't slam it off
its hinges, Vic shoved himself into his track pants and cut off shirt and
slammed out of the building.
Hopping into the truck, the younger man squealed out of the parking lot and
headed for the condo at a speed faster than the law allowed. Luckily for the
Toronto PD, no one tried to stop him. He was not in the mood to be nice.
Alex bit back a laugh when Vic stormed out in a jealous fit, staying about a
half-hour longer to answer some questions and lock up after the students. He
followed Vic home at a much more sedate pace, chuckling to himself at how the
tables had been turned.
Deciding to push his luck, he stopped at an all-night store on the way,
picking up a couple of things, then headed home. Opening the apartment door, he
sang out, "Honey, I'm home."
The condo was dark and quiet. Vic heard his lover come in sing-songing
cheerfully and gritted his teeth. "Fuck you, Krycek," he murmured from where he
lay on the spare bed. He was not a happy man.
Alex shook his head at the silence, still grinning, and headed for the
bedroom after dumping the bag in the kitchen. He flicked the light on and
stopped in his tracks, green eyes narrowing on the rumpled but empty bed.
Every trace of laughter was gone from his face as he turned on his heel and
went to the spare room. He turned the light on and stared expressionlessly at
the sulky figure on the bed.
"Something you want to say to me, Victor?" he asked quietly.
Vic was off the bed and in Alex's face before he realized what he was doing.
"You let that bitch touch you!" he snarled, crowding Alex back and not reading
the danger signals apparent in his lover's face. "You let her touch her, and
yet you looked ready to rip into me just because I was following orders. Fuck
you, Alex!"
Alex shoved Vic away with a stiff arm, sending him stumbling back. "I
followed orders too, did my job, which included being the instructor to that
class, not letting anyone touch me. I stepped away as soon as I could... and I
came home to you."
His eyes flicked from Vic to the spare bed. "At least I thought I did.
Apparently I was wrong." He shrugged. "I don't like emotional blackmail,
Victor." He turned to leave, having said all he intended to.
"Only if you're on the receiving end—you're damn good at using it when you
want something," Vic snarled. "Oh, that's right, holding a gun to your head and
threatening to blow your brains out wasn't emotional blackmail. You were doing
me a favor."
Stalking past the older man and into the bedroom, Vic was livid and had no
idea why, and he was terrified to boot, terrified of this terrible anger welling
up inside him, this cold rage that was being directed at the one person he
didn't want it to be, the one person he loved more than anything. Grabbing a
shirt and a pair of shorts, he dressed himself quickly and grabbed his keys,
needing to get the hell out of there before he did something irreversible. "I'm
going out."
Alex had stood motionless in the spare room for long moments after Vic had
pushed past him. He welcomed the emotionless cold that was taking him over. It
had helped him survive blows in the past; it would save him this time too.
He watched Vic distantly, hearing his statement as he reached the door.
Strange, he'd thought he'd feel more than this if this moment ever came. "Have a
nice life," he replied in a cool, indifferent tone.
Spinning around, Vic stared at the older man, not sure he heard him right.
"What? What the fuck are you... Jesus!" Hurling the keys across the room, Vic
stalked back and shoved Alex into a wall before ravishing the succulent lips
with everything he had in him.
"I love you, you stupid, arrogant fuck! I love you so much I spent all
fucking night contemplating disemboweling that bitch and quite calmly thought of
places I could hide the body. I love you so much I wanted to do what you
threaten all the time and shoot people. Christ!"
Shoving himself backwards, Vic began to pace, breathing hard. "I've never, ever
felt this fucking... homicidal before, okay? I'm not used to it; it scares
the shit out of me. I really, really wanted to hurt her for touching what was
mine, and I went nuts, and then you took forever to get home, and it just got
worse, and then you said and then... dammit, Alex!"
For once Alex didn't respond when Vic kissed him, didn't let himself. Nothing
had ever hurt like seeing Vic in that bed because he didn't want to be in
Alex's. He couldn't stand feeling that again, wouldn't allow anything to hurt
him like that again.
He shook his head.
"This was a mistake. I should never have come here." He turned his head
aside, refusing to look into the green eyes he loved so much. Vic was a
weakness, and weaknesses could be exploited. He had to get out of here!
Vic stopped dead in his tracks, hearing that same tone of voice uttering
similar words as they had in that leather bar in New Orleans. "Don't, oh god,
don't do this to me again, Alex. Please?" the younger man begged as he looked
at the stone cold face and realized that maybe, just maybe he'd gone too far.
Swallowing hard, he forced himself to ask calmly. "Are you leaving me?"
Still refusing to look at the other man, Alex shrugged slightly. "I think it
would be best for all concerned. I don't fit in here, and you obviously don't
trust me."
"That's bullshit; you're the only one I trust," Vic managed to get out past
the lump in his throat. "But hey, I can understand how a pathetic dork of an
ex-cop would get boring after a while. At least I was good for a few laughs and
a fuck or two, right?"
Ignoring the breaking of his voice, Vic located his keys and headed for the
door, needing to get out of there before he came apart at the seams. This
couldn't be happening. They couldn't have been right, all of them; Alex
couldn't have just been using him all along, could he? Oh god, was this what it
felt like to die inside?
"If you trusted me, none of this would be happening," Alex observed, still in
that eerily indifferent tone. "And you shouldn't be so hard on yourself. You're
a pretty fantastic guy, Victor."
He wondered where he would go, what he would do, and he couldn't muster up
the slightest interest. He watched Vic, needing to see him walk out to know that
the dream was over. How had he ever let himself believe that he could be happy?
"Yeah, just the kind of guy everyone wants to take home to mother," Vic
choked out past the tears. "Damn you—damn you for proving them right, for
proving me wrong. I believed in you, in us. In this thing we had between us,
the love. But it was all just a lie.
"You think tonight was about trusting you? Tell me something, Alex, what
would you have done if one of the artists had touched me? You'd have killed
them and dragged me off and fucked me until I couldn't stand in order to prove
to me who I belonged to. Am I right? But that wouldn't have been about you not
trusting me. It would have been about you owning me. Christ, that's all I
ever was to you, wasn't it—a possession. A fuck toy," he spat before
sinking down next to the door.
"Go on, Mr. Krycek. You've got your life back. Enjoy it."
"You're only half right, you know. I would have done all that if anyone had
touched you. Not because you're a toy but because you're so fucking beautiful
that practically everyone who sees you wants you, and I don't know how to keep
you except to show you how much I want you.
"But I would not have walked away from you, moved out of our bed. I
couldn't have done that." For an instant the expressionless voice cracked and a
hint of the pain being held at bay crept in.
"You don't have to keep me at all, Alex," Vic bellowed. "I want to be
with you. I don't want anyone but you. You think I'd care if anyone but you
touched me? That I could even respond to them when all I see, think, breathe,
need is you? All I have to do is hear your voice and I get hard. Fuck, I get
hard doing our laundry and smelling you on your clothes.
"And it's because I love you; if it were just sex, it would have been burnt
out by now the way we go at it, but, dammit, it's not. You're my life,
Alexandre Krycek. You've found your way into every single part of me.
Everything I hold dear is you; everything I want from life is you; everything I
trust in life is you!
"I wasn't sleeping in the spare room, The bed was still made, Alex. I couldn't
wait in our bed and stay angry, and I... I wanted to be pissed off. I had this
insane urge to be angry, and being in our bed, surrounded by your smell, our
smell makes me... soft. But hey, it doesn't matter anymore, so why am I even
explaining?" Getting wearily to his feet, Vic walked, old man-like, past his
now former lover and into what used to be their bedroom. Standing there, he
stared at the bed and let himself go cold inside, trying to find the strength to
survive yet another fuck over by life.
Alex stood in the hallway, glancing back and forth between the door and Vic's
back. He didn't know what to do. His heart was telling to go to Vic, to comfort
him and love him, but his head was telling him to run as far and as fast as he
could.
"I don't know what to do," he admitted aloud. "You hurt me, Vic. More than I
knew I could hurt. You make me vulnerable. But without you, there's nothing
left."
"And you've never hurt me before, have you, Alex?" Vic laughed bitterly.
"You get scared, you accuse me of being unfaithful and not trusting you, and you
run away. And I forgive you, and I let you back in and move on, but you—you
run. I can only take so much too, you know, and I... I don't know how much more
I can take. So if you're going to leave, do it now before you take every last
scrap of me there is and I can't keep going without you, or just kill me now,
and get it over with.
"I don't trust you," Vic laughed, a brittle, terrifying sound. "I don't
trust you." Shaking his head, Vic turned to look at his lover. "Whatever you
say, Alex, you're right. I don't trust you. There, I've said it, you can be
happy, you can move on. I don't trust you."
Alex flinched from Vic's words, each one hitting him like a bullet. They did
so much damage to each other, he mourned. "I'm sorry." It wasn't enough, but
there was nothing else he could say. His eyes shut for an instant, trying to
close away the expression on Vic's face, then opened again, dull and muddy
looking. He turned without another word and walked to the door.
Vic had him slammed into the door before Alex could turn the handle. "You
are not leaving me again, you son of a bitch. Do you hear me? Stop being
such a fucking coward and running out whenever it gets hard. I hurt you, fine,
tell me to my face, yell at me, Christ wail on me if it makes you feel better,
but don't you dare leave me," Vic snarled. "I am not letting the only person
worth living for walk out of my life without a fight ever again, you got that?"
Alex slumped against the door, his face pressed to it. "I don't understand
you. All you have to do is let me walk out that door, and all your problems will
be over. I'm sure your Director would even be happy to tell you when they kill
me. It probably wouldn't take long." He turned his head slightly, pressing a
cheek to the cool surface.
Resting his cheek against Alex's back, Vic wrapped his arms around the older
man's waist, hugging him tightly. "I don't want you to walk out that door, I
don't want to be told when you die, and I don't want my problems to be over. I
just want you, Alex. I love you."
Alex laughed harshly, a sound painful to hear. "You shouldn't. And if I were
a better man, I'd walk out that door. But I don't think I can."
"You're one of the best men I know, Alex Krycek. Don't sell yourself short.
After all, you put up with me, and I'm not exactly the most stable person around
these days," Vic replied ruefully.
Drawing back, he held out his hand to his lover. "Come to bed, Alex? With
me?"
Alex turned around and stared at the extended hand for a long time before he
hesitantly reached out to take it. He took one step forward, and suddenly he was
in Vic's arms, clinging to him, the tears he'd denied earlier briefly trickling
down his face before he banished them.
"I do love you, you know," he said, voice muffled from his head being tucked
beneath Vic's chin.
"I know you do, 'lex, I know," Vic husked, his own eyes filling up again. "I
promise that I'll never leave our bed again, in anger, in fear no matter what,
every night is spent in our bed, wherever that may be at the time if I have any
say over it. I'm so sorry I hurt you; forgive me for that, please?" the ex-cop
husked as he held the older man tight. "Forgive me for not realizing..."
Alex clung to him still, unable to let go, and simply nodded, knowing that
Vic could feel the motion. "Let's go to bed now," he asked quietly. "I need to
feel you in my arms, Vic, need to know this is real."
"It is real, 'lex, we're real. We just have some rough patches to work
though," Vic chuckled ruefully as they made their way back into their bedroom.
"Think we'll get it right before we're both too old and wrinkled to get it up
any more?" Vic teased quietly as he stripped off first Alex's then his own
clothes, almost afraid to touch the older man lest either of them shatter.
Alex laughed, a little shakily, but a real laugh. "Hope so. I'd hate to
imagine what your dragonlady thinks of these scenes. I look forward to depriving
her of the spectacles." He stretched out on the bed, holding out his arms to
Vic, not wanting to be apart from him for more than a few seconds just then.
He tugged Vic's head down to kiss him, both an apology and an offer of
forgiveness. "Want you to take me tonight, baby."
"I can do that," Vic replied with a soft smile. "And I don't give a fuck
what she says. Every day we stay together, we prove her wrong.
"I told her where to shove her monthly physicals, that I wouldn't go through
them anymore. Told her I loved you and I trusted you and that you took better
care of me than she ever did, could or would. She backed down and shut up
'cause she knew... I would have walked, Alex. I'm not letting her do that to
us, try and rip us apart like that.
"I know who you are, babe, and who you are in here," Vic brushed a kiss
across Alex's chest just over his heart, "the man that lives in here is all the
man I need."
Alex chuckled, finally sounding like himself again. "Now I know you're
insane, beautiful. But I love you just the way you are. Of course," he glanced
up slyly, green eyes twinkling, "I'd love you more if you'd fuck me."
"No," Vic replied, eyes twinkling as Alex looked up at him in shock. "I'm
not going to fuck you, 'lex, I'm going to make love with you." That said, Vic
rolled on top of the older man and kissed him softly, thoroughly, tasting every
nook and cranny, very last portion of Alex's mouth, gorging himself on his
lover's taste.
Vic's hands weren't idle either, they skimmed and dipped and touched,
caressing every inch of skin he could reach with feather light brushes meant to
drive Alex wild. Muscles were traced, skin danced across and dips and hollows
explored. "I love you, I love you so much," the younger man moaned when at last
the need to breathe forced him to let go of his lover's mouth.
"No more than I love you," Alex breathed, giving in to his occasional need to
be tender. "I love you so much, Vic, no one else." He arched beneath his lover's
touch, soft moans urging the other man on. His own hands eagerly explored the
muscular body above him, seeking the spots that made Vic cry out in pleasure.
"Hey, whose show is this, anyway?" Vic got out with a shaky moan. "Keep that
up and it'll be over before I can get inside you, Alex," the younger man
threatened as he took his lover's hands and held them above his head. "Now
behave and let me love you."
Skimming his hands down and following them with his mouth, Vic set out to
drive Alex wild, covering every inch of his skin with kisses, touches, caresses,
and nips of teeth until he at last reached Alex's cock. Licking it with long
laps, Vic savored the bitter salt taste of precum that leaked out of the tip and
slid down his tongue. "You taste so good," Vic moaned quietly.
Alex gasped and moaned, squirmed and writhed, his hands clenching on the
ornate headboard as he fought not to grab for Vic's head. "Please, Vic, need
you, need you inside me. Need to feel you, know you're here with me." Needy
green eyes focused on his lover pleadingly.
"I'm right here, 'lex," Vic replied soothingly. "Not going anywhere. I know
where I belong and to whom I belong," he told the older man as he reached for
the lube. Quickly squirting the slippery liquid in his hand, Vic slicked his
cock up and positioned himself between Alex's legs, his cock tip nudging at the
tiny pucker that would let him into his lover's body.
"I love you," he murmured as he slid inside.
"Ahhh," Alex gasped as Vic filled him, letting him know that they were
together, that despite the latest flare up, nothing had torn them apart. "Love
you, Vic." His legs rose to wrap around his lover's waist, pulling him closer.
"God, so good. Please."
"Please what, Alex? Please fuck you, please show you that I'm still here?
Please love you and claim you and let you know that I'm going to be with you
until the day I die and then beyond?" Vic husked as he began to gently rock back
and forth inside the older man. "You know all that already, 'lex, if you'd only
believe your heart every now and then. I'm yours, my irresistible assassin. I
belong to you, and you belong to me."
Gradually Vic picked up a tempo, fucking his lover harder and faster, until
Vic's hips slapped over and over again into Alex's, taking his lover for all he
was worth. Wrapping a hand around the older man's shaft, he began to pump it in
time with his thrusts, wanting to give him as much pleasure as he could. "Come
for me, Alex. Come for me, baby," Vic purred.
Alex whined softly, his body matching Vic's rhythm, driving into his fist and
back onto the thick shaft filling him. "Yes, oh god, yes, Vic!" He wailed his
lover's name as he came, thick ropes of his seed shooting over the other man's
hand and their bellies. His body convulsed, tremors of pleasure rippling through
him.
"So beautiful, so perfect. I'm the one who should be worried about people
trying to take you away from me," Vic groaned as he watched the pleasure seep
across Alex's face. His own orgasm caught him unaware as he was concentrating
so hard on Alex. "Oh god, 'lex!"
Arms and legs wrapped tightly around his lover, Alex stared up at him as he
came, drinking in every evidence of his pleasure. "No one could take me away,
baby. I love you so much, beautiful. Don't ever leave me, Vic."
"Not gonna happen," Vic panted softly, collapsing on top of Alex with a happy
sigh. "Told you before, Alex. I know exactly who I belong to, where my home
is. Right here, in your arms."
Alex held him, hands lazily stroking over his back. "For two people who keep
saying how much we love each other, we sure do seem to keep having crises." He
shook his head with a faint laugh. "Maybe we should just lock ourselves in here
and never come out."
"Mmmm, I like that idea, but somehow I don't think she'd go for it.
Besides, we have some forgers to stop in the morning," Vic chuckled quietly.
"In that case, how 'bout we go take a shower before we have to peel ourselves
apart, and then we can play some more?" He batted his lashes at Vic, grinning.
"After all, I haven't had you yet, and that's after having to look at this
gorgeous body all afternoon and pretend I wasn't interested."
Vic chuckled. "And you call me insatiable? You own stock in Viagara, 'lex?"
he teased the older man as he reluctantly pushed himself up and off the
ex-assassin. Slithering off the bed, Vic began to walk towards the shower
exaggerating the sway of his ass.
"Think you've got enough left in you to take this?" he purred over his
shoulder. "You know how I get, 'lex, how bad I want it." With a wink he
disappeared into the bathroom.
"Who needs Viagra with you around?" Alex muttered, watching Vic till he
vanished. He sat up with a groan, stretching catlike, then followed his lover.
He came up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist, hugging him close.
"You're slowing down, beautiful. I thought you'd be in the shower by now."
He didn't seem overly concerned by Vic's lack of haste however. Instead he
seemed to be trying to lick and nibble every millimeter of Vic's shoulder and
throat.
Vic purred and arched his back, then motioned to the whirlpool tub that was
filling. "Change of plans. I wanted bubbles, you mind?"
"Hardly! Great idea, babe. Actually, some bubbly would go well with the
bubbles. Lemme just go grab a bottle of champagne, and I'll be right back." He
stepped back with a final lick along the length of Vic's throat, then turned and
left the room.
He shook his head as he went. Damn, if anyone ever saw us... he mused. We
go from one extreme to the other in seconds. Guess we're made for each other.
He returned a few minutes later with the chilled champagne and two flutes,
which he placed beside the tub, then slipped in beside Vic. "Mmmm," he groaned
happily. "This is perfect."
"Yeah, you are," Vic cooed as he nuzzled the side of the older man's neck,
returning the favor of licking at the delicious flesh of Alex's neck. "And you
taste good too," the ex-cop continued to purr as he rubbed himself against
Alex's side, his slowly filling cock rubbing along a muscular thigh.
"What would you say if I told you I wanted to be fucked in here, bent over
the side, your cock buried deep in my ass, slamming me into the side of the tub,
lover?"
"I'd say I'm going to have a stroke if you keep taking me from zero to sixty
in a second flat," Alex gasped, the hand curved around Vic's waist shifting to
run along the shadowy crevice between his buttocks. A finger, slick with the oil
in the water, teased at the puckered opening then slipped inside, stroking him
lightly. "This where you want me, beautiful?"
Mewling, Vic latched onto Alex's earlobe and bit down. "Like making you go
mach, like knowing I can still surprise you," he whimpered as he worked his ass
back onto the finger. "More, please?"
"Like this?" Alex asked, adding a second finger and still lightly stroking
inside Vic, though his fingertips occasionally bumped the sensitive gland deep
inside his lover. "This what you want? Me pleasuring you with my fingers, making
you scream with pleasure just from this?"
"Want your cock in me, asshole," Vic growled as he thrust backwards as hard
as he could. "Want your cock, your dick, your trouser snake, want you to beat
your meat inside me, got it?" the younger man demanded raunchily.
The older man shook with laughter. "Uh yeah, I got the message, Vic," he
snickered. "God, where do you come up with some of this stuff?" He pulled his
fingers out and suddenly pushed Vic against the side of the tub and slid inside
him. "Oh yeah, now this is much better," he breathed, his hips already pumping
back and forth, though still slowly.
"Mmmm, oh much," the other man sighed as he braced himself against the side
of the tub with one hand, the other sliding down to stroke his cock, then
further to pull on his balls for a while, then it stealthily slid along his
perineum so that he could brush the tips of his fingers against Alex's cock as
it see-sawed in and out of him.
"Oh, yeah, just like that," he chuckled as Alex suddenly cursed in Russian.
"Bastard," Alex swore, his rhythm broken by the spasm of pleasure that shot
through him. Vic knew how that affected him, and he took advantage of it, doing
it every chance he got. So he wanted it hard and fast, did he? Well, far be it
for Alex not to accommodate his lover.
He pressed Vic over the side of the tub, holding him down with a hand between
his shoulder blades, and water splashed over the sides as he drove rapidly back
and forth. "Come for me, babe; want to hear you scream my name!"
"Son of a... fuck, oh yeah, fuck me, there, right... God. Yes. ALEX!!!" Vic
bellowed as he was slammed over and over again, his cock grinding against the
warm porcelain as Alex's cock ground into his prostate.
It was everything, too much, not enough, all that he wanted, but he was still
greedy for more. Fists beating against the side of the tub, Vic forgot where he
was and more importantly who he was as Alex played his body so expertly,
driving him closer and closer until at last, with a vocal chord bruising scream,
Vic came, turning the water a pale opaque white as he let loose stream after
stream of hot semen.
Victor's climax triggering his own, Alex bellowed his pleasure, his teeth
closing on the nape of his lover's neck to mark him as his. He remained there,
buried inside the other man, while his legs trembled and barely supported him.
"You wear me out, beautiful. Never wanted anyone the way I want you. Need you
all the time. I love you, Vic. I couldn't survive without you any more, wouldn't
want to. Please, don't ever leave me." He moaned softly, clinging to Vic, as
usual falling apart after the crisis was over.
Vic sighed and relaxed into the side of the tub, gratefully accepting Alex's
weight like a warm, perfect shield from the world. "I never could, 'lex. You're
everything," he admitted softly. "It would kill me; I'd shrivel and die inside
and become something ugly and unrecognizable without you. You're my world, love
you so much!"
"Works both ways, babe." Alex nestled closer for a moment before standing up,
knowing they needed to get out of the water. He drew Vic up as well, then
stepped out to dry them both off and move back into the bedroom. In bed, he
curled into Vic's arms, gradually falling asleep in the comfort of his lover's
embrace.
The case was wrapped up fairly quickly after the two men settled their
differences and began to work as a team once more. The bad guys were caught and
put away, and Jackie took great pleasure in presenting Vic and Alex with her
sketch—a surprisingly lifelike rendition of a nude Vic. She happily informed
the two men that the Director had supplied the gilt frame, insisting on
contributing to the work of art.
The Director even volunteered to hang it in the 'board room' for everyone to
see, but Alex's growl had Vic snatching the frame and hightailing it for the
ex-assassin's car to lock it in the trunk before blood was shed or the brown
paper wrapper was peeled off by a curious Mac or Li Ann.
That night, Vic insisted that they hang the painting in the bedroom. After
all, it was like looking at Alex, or so he insisted.
"Crazy man, it looks like you because it is you," Alex laughed, lying on
the bed beneath the painting and looking up at it. "I'm not quite sure that I
like the idea of Jackie knowing what you look like though," he grumbled, pulling
Vic down on top of him. "In fact, the idea is so upsetting that I need to be
distracted. Got any ideas?"
"What, the blowjob in the car on the way home, fucking in the elevator, then
just inside the front door, then in the shower, then in bed wasn't enough for
you?" Vic teased even as he began to rub his renewed erection against Alex's
thigh.
"However, I'm exhausted. This time you do all the work," he snickered at
his lover.
"Let me think. Can I stand to have a gorgeous man under me, weak limbed and
doing whatever I want? Damn, that's a tough one. I'll have to get back to you on
that." Alex flipped them over so he was lying on top of Vic, grinning down at
him. "You're all mine, beautiful."
He lowered his head to kiss the other man as hungrily as if it had been days
since they saw each other, his body settling comfortably between Vic's legs.
Loose and slick from their previous activities, Vic's ass easily opened to the
pressure of his cock, and Alex glided into him to the hilt, then stopped.
"God, there's nothing better than this," he gasped, "feeling you holding me
all hot and tight, don't ever want to move."
"Ya tebya lyublyu, 'lex," Vic gasped out, arching underneath his lover's
weight, feeling the need to say it with his fledgling new language. "You make
me so crazy. Of course I'm yours, all yours, love."
The words drove Alex into a frenzy, needing to claim this man he loved and
who loved him. As he drove in and out of his lover, his eyes stayed open, fixed
on Vic's, and he watched the pleasure overwhelm the other man. He stared down
into the identical green eyes, holding back until every shiver of pleasure had
been exhausted and Vic lay limp and pliant beneath him.
Moaning softly, Vic ran trembling hands through sweaty hair, pulling his
lover in for a kiss. Just before their lips touched, he whispered. "Come in
me, 'lex; let me feel you."
Alex gasped and stiffened, driving deep one last time as his climax
overwhelmed him, pulled from him by the pleasure he took in Vic's body. "Love
you, beautiful," he whispered as he came.
"Damn glad to hear that; after all, I don't let just anyone bareback me," the
younger man teased tiredly.
With a quiet groan he tried to stretch an over-used back muscle then
whimpered and gave up. "God, please say we don't have to move for a week?
Otherwise I think I may die."
"Sounds good to me," Alex agreed from where he was slumped over Vic, his face
mashed against his lover's shoulder. "The doors are locked; we have plenty of
food... No reason to go out that I can think of." Mustering the last reserves of
his energy, he pulled out of Vic and raised his head to smile down at his lover.
"Mmmm, I like the way you think," the ex-cop sighed as he ran his tongue
along Alex's lips then through the little indent in his chin. "Maybe this time
I can have ice cream a la Alex for dessert."
Alex laughed. "Babe, only if you plan to wait for a while. There's nothing
left in this boy!"
Vic laughed throatily. "Get your mind out of the gutter, babe. I meant the
chocolate rainbow variety in the freezer, a scoop in the navel to start, I
think. Maybe some fudge sauce and whipped cream. Mmmmm, Alex-flavored whipped
cream. I'm suddenly wanting a banana split," he teased, running his hand up and
down Alex's smooth chest.
Alex shivered. "Brrrrrrrr! You're a sadist! How about I have some
Vic-flavored ice cream instead?" he suggested, lapping at Vic's throat.
"Mmmmmm," he purred, "never mind the ice cream; I like you ungarnished. Well,
except for a little cream sauce maybe," sliding down to lick Vic's navel and lap
away his come.
A giggle escaped the younger man's throat as Alex's tongue ghosted across his
side, tickling him. His hand came up to clamp over his mouth. "Jesus Christ,
don't do that!" Vic begged. "I sounded like a fucking girl!"
Alex burst into laughter. "Trust me, beautiful, you're no girl!" He petted
Vic's groin as proof. "If you were, you wouldn't have this gorgeous cock that I
love so much." He licked Vic clean, making sounds of contentment all the while.
"Mmmm, I thought you said that you had nothing left, 'lex," he teased his
lover. "Keep this up and I may think you were holding back on me, and you
wouldn't do that, would you?" Nipping at the American's finger, Vic then sucked
the first finger into his mouth and began to fellate it back and forth, whipping
his tongue over its tip, teasing as he watched Alex's tongue dart back and
forth.
"Just because I don't have anything more to give," Alex grinned, "doesn't
mean you're done, beautiful. I'd hate to leave you less than wrung out."
"Excuse me? Are you saying I'm a slut?" Vic pouted playfully.
"Nope, I'm saying you're insatiable. Which is exactly how I like you," Alex
purred, fingers teasing at Vic's ass, rubbing his come, which was slowly seeping
out of Vic, over his lover.
"Alexxxxx," Vic moaned quietly, thrusting back against the older man's
fingers, trying to impale himself on them. "Only for you, love you," the ex-cop
whined, bucking slightly, begging without words.
Alex let two fingers slip inside the squirming man, slowly fucking him while
he took Vic's soft cock fully inside his mouth. He loved this, being able to
take the whole thing into himself and feel the weight of it on his tongue,
feeling the minute twitches as he aroused his lover and he started to grow,
lengthening and hardening in the moist haven of his mouth.
Vic mewled and whimpered, trying to thrust between the two luscious
sensations of being filled and filling. Alex seemed determined to drive him
insane this time around, leaving him a puddle of mindless and spent flesh.
"'Lex, oh god," the younger man managed to get out, his fingers alternately
carding through Alex's hair and clenching lightly around the soft, short mass.
"More, need... use the big dildo, please, the really big one?"
Never stopping what he was doing, Alex reached into the drawer of the
nightstand with his free hand and pulled out a dildo. He glanced up to see which
one he had and tossed it onto the bed, then reached in again. That happened a
few times before he found the one he wanted. Finally successful, he drew it down
beside him and grabbed the lube.
Once he'd managed to slick the dildo up, he positioned it against Vic's
opening and slid the tip in between his two fingers. While Vic was still mewling
for more, he pulled his fingers out and pressed the full length slowly inside
him while sucking harder on his now rigid cock.
"Oh fuck, YES!" Vic yowled, bucking backwards into the malleable latex toy,
driving himself down onto the dildo, fucking himself on it even as the motion
caused him to fuck Alex's mouth. His hands reached up and grabbed onto the
sculpted iron headboard, fingers going white as he worked himself between the
two pleasurable torments.
Alex chuckled, the reverberations around his cock making Vic even wilder,
enjoying the sounds his lover was making. He loved it when Vic got like this,
demanding more and more, nearly insatiable. He plunged the dildo into the other
man, careful not to hurt him but giving him what he wanted. He pressed against
Vic, having come too recently to get hard yet but still enjoying every moment.
Bucking hard against the toy, his fingers white with tension as he
practically supported his entire body weight on fingers and heels, Vic rammed up
and down, impaling himself over and over. Mindless erotic babble poured out of
his mouth, promises, threats, and begging interlaced with mewls, groans,
whimpers and cries of ecstasy.
One particularly accurate thrust raked over his prostate hard enough to make
his eyes roll back in his head and an almost animalistic yowl of need break free
as his orgasm caused his toes to curl, his body to buck and his vision to gray
over.
Alex swallowed down the spurts of semen, sucking hard to get every last drop
while Vic howled. When his lover was spent, he sat up with a final lick, then
smiled smugly when he saw that he'd made the other man pass out again. He
settled beside him, one hand lazily stroking his lover's chest as he waited for
Vic to regain consciousness. When he saw the eyelids flutter, he leaned over him
to press a kiss to his mouth, his tongue slipping inside for a moment.
"Guess I don't need to ask if it was good for you, huh?"
"Mmmm, that was wonderful" Vic purred, stretching well-limbered and lax
muscles, lapping time and again at Alex's mouth. "And I'm really liking the
whole not leaving the condo for a week thing. I think I could handle wandering
around naked, being your little sex toy for the week."
Alex kissed him more thoroughly, holding back his laughter. "We'll just
ignore the phone when Her Highness calls looking for us. After everything
lately, we deserve the week to ourselves." He eyed Vic. "Naked sounds good to me
though... as soon as I make sure that there aren't any cameras!"
"Oh god," Vic whimpered, burying his face in the older man's chest. "You had
to say that, didn't you? You realize you're not going to get me up again with
that charming mental image?"
Alex stroked his back soothingly. "Wasn't planning to get you up again... at
least not right away. Get some sleep, babe, and dream of what I'm going to do
with you for the next week."
A Picture's Worth a Thousand Words
ic slipped out of his robe and took his place on the podium. Trying not to
flinch as cool hands positioned him and copped a slight feel of his nude ass,
Vic thanked whatever gods watched out for fools that Alex was only being briefed
on this mission now.
