Double the Fun III Oddly enough, Vic wanted Mac to be happy for him or at least try to be— just as he'd tried to be happy for Mac when he nearly married that...
bitch. Fuck, Vic had even thrown him a bachelor party and had been his best
man, but when Vic found a little happiness, Mac acted like it was the end of
the world. Why was he being so hard on Alex?
But on the plus side, the Director had assured him that the little problem
Alex had with the FBI was being taken care of and would be cleared up any
day now. Leave it to Alex to make something as simple and straightforward as
going to Washington to close up his apartment, have his things shipped to
Toronto and to pick up his car turn into an international event. Vic laughed
softly. Arrested. By a guy named Fox, for Christ's sake. Shaking his head,
Vic waved to the front desk clerk and ascended to his penthouse condominium
—another night alone without his lover.
Stepping out of the shower, Vic turned to examine the base of his spine
carefully in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. Yup, redness and swelling were all
gone, and it was no longer quite so sensitive to the touch. He was just
relieved not to have to wear a bandage on it 24-7 any more, only when he was
at work—or wearing clothes, which he didn't seem to do an awful lot of at
home anymore, he thought with a chuckle. "Face it, Mansfield, he's turned
you into a slut," he told his reflection with a sappy grin on his face.
Walking into the bedroom he'd only shared with Alex a few short days before
Alex had had to leave to clean up his loose ends, Vic was keenly aware of
just how important the older man had become to him in such a short time. He
felt less than whole when Alex wasn't there, and everything from the
California King bed (Alex had insisted on the largest size bed he could get
without having it custom made—which he was still contemplating doing) to
the furniture, to the clothes hanging in the closest reflected their
tastes combined, not just Vic's alone.
Crawling under the soft sage green and cream comforter, Vic wrapped himself
around Alex's pillow, which even now had the older man's scent clinging to
it. "Come home soon, sweetheart," he prayed reverently.
Alex cursed under his breath as he let himself into the apartment he shared
with Vic. The trip to DC to pick up the few possessions he wanted to hang
onto had been absolute hell. Leave it to Mulder to find him the one time he
really didn't want to be found. Cooling his heels in jail for three days
hadn't been a whole lot of fun either, but it had almost been worth it to
see the look on Mulder's face when he had to release Alex because he had
diplomatic immunity.
Alex shook his head in disgust. Those assholes in the holding facility had
been slow on the uptake. He'd had to break three arms and kick a few in the
balls before they'd accept that the "pretty boy" was not up for grabs.
He dropped his bags beside the door, intending to get them later. Right now,
he just wanted a shower and some sleep. He walked into the bedroom,
immediately noticing Vic in the bed, then stopped dead, his eyes widening.
The cover had fallen, and Vic was naked, so he had a perfect view of the
base of his spine. Right there, nestled in the hollow where Vic's buttocks
swelled out, was a tattoo that had definitely not been there the last time
he saw his lover. It seemed to beckon him, drawing his attention to the
pucker a little ways below it.
The sound of the door opening and closing had woken Vic immediately; the
soft cursing of his lover let him know it was Alex returning home. And about
time too. Stretching lazily, he made to get up then thought better of it.
His surprise would be shown off best like this.
The bedroom door opening had made him want to spin and drag Alex down on top
of him for a mind-numbing kiss, but he forced himself to lie still. Then
nothing. Nothing but hot eyes raking over his back and buttocks. Noticing
every detail down to the yin-yang tattoo that he'd had done just above where
his ass began. It had just seemed the thing to do, the thing to symbolize
them—dark and light together, merged yet separate but still one being.
"Alex?" he husked, pretending to just wake up. "That you, lover?"
Alex didn't reply, at least not verbally. One moment he was standing in the
doorway, the next he was on top of Vic, licking that tattoo, tasting it,
apparently trying to lick it right off, then moving downward to tease at the
puckered ring of muscle for a little while before returning to the small
black and white circle that beckoned him.
"God, Alex!" Vic moaned as he tried to roll onto his back, but firm hands
held him in place. The tattoo was still extremely sensitive, so each brush
of his lover's tongue was a pleasurable pain that turned to pure ecstasy as
it drifted lower, to his anus.
"Alex," he moaned again, this time in desperation. It may have only been a
week, but it seemed like an eternity. "God, I missed you!"
Alex finally raised his head. "I missed you too, beautiful. I'm so hard for
you I ache. I can't believe how much I missed having you with me, how many
times I turned to tell you something, how often I woke up 'cause I reached
for you and you weren't there. I need you now, Vic. Can't wait," he admitted
harshly, one hand fumbling for the lube on the nightstand.
"Yesss," Vic hissed, arching his hips in invitation. "Hard and fast 'Lex,
make me scream," Vic begged shamelessly, wanting Alex in him so deep that
all of the innuendoes at work would be true. He wanted to be Alex's fuck
toy tonight. With an almost painful desperation.
Alex shuddered at Vic's words, his arousal increasing till he couldn't see
or hear anything except Vic, his entire focus on the body beneath him.
"Yessss," he hissed, lubing Vic quickly, barely taking time to stretch him
before sliding inside to the root. Completely sheathed, he paused to allow
Vic time to adjust, gritting his teeth as he fought to hold still.
Moaning, Vic bit into the pillow to keep from crying out too soon. It had
been too long—two fucking weeks without Alex was too long. He'd gone a
little crazy, the tattoo being the most visible proof. "Stop doing nothing
and fuck me, Alex!" he growled, thrusting his hips up and back, forcing the
older man deeper still in order to prove his point.
Shuddering at the sensation, Alex fell forward onto all fours, straddling
Vic with only the tip of his cock still inside his lover. "Fuck yourself on
me," he ordered in a voice made harsh by lust. "Show me how much you want
me."
"Jesus," the ex-cop gasped in surprised lust. How was it that Alex could
still surprise him after everything they'd done together and to each other?
But fuck, how could he say no... not that he wanted to.
Canting his hips, Vic began to do just what Alex had told him to. Rocking
back and forth, he literally fucked himself on Alex's erection, moaning at
every inward thrust, whining whenever the crown brushed over his prostate,
begging and pleading for Alex to slam him into the mattress, take him till
he couldn't sit.
Alex's fists clenched in the sheets as he fought to hold still, wanting
nothing more than to do what Vic was begging for, to fall on him like a
ravening beast and take him, pound into him until he screamed for mercy. But
he wanted to listen to Vic first, hear his whimpers, know that this man
belonged to him. "Come for me, baby," he gritted out. "I won't fuck you
till you do."
"Alex, please," Vic whined as he fucked himself harder onto his lover. "Not
fair—want to feel you deep in me... making me crazy," the younger man
continued.
Realizing that Alex wasn't going to give in on this, Vic began to fuck
himself harder, one hand wrapping around his cock to stroke himself in time
with his backwards thrusts. He began a low and constant description of what
he was feeling and doing, making it as dirty and explicit as he could. He
growled and whimpered and begged and whined in order to drive Alex as crazy
as he was.
It was too much for the younger man though; he'd wanted this too much, had
aroused himself too severely. With a final scream of ecstasy, Vic came long
and hard, his semen jetting over the sheets and covering his hand in milky
white relief.
As soon as Vic came, Alex began to move, slamming into him, rubbing against
his prostate on every stroke, keeping him from relaxing after his orgasm.
"Mine, all mine," he snarled, his teeth closing on the nape of Vic's neck.
His hands on Vic's hips kept the other man on his knees, and Alex groaned
his pleasure as he came. Rather than slumping forward, Alex sank down into a
kneeling position, pulling Vic with him, still buried inside his lover.
"Miss me, baby?" he murmured, worrying at the side of Vic's throat, marking
him again.
Whimpering softly, his every nerve ending sensitized and thrumming with
electric pleasure, Vic turned his head, nuzzling into Alex's neck, rooting
for something to latch onto. "Alex," he husked, bringing his arms back and
up to pull his lover's head down to his mouth so that he could lose himself
in the dark and heady flavor of Alex.
"Don't ever go away again for that long; I do crazy things when you're
gone," he managed to get out at last.
"Never going away again without you," Alex murmured. "If I have to go
anywhere, you're coming with me. We work together from now on." He hugged
Vic close to him.
"Mmmm, I really like the sound of that word, you know. So you never told me
—did you like your present?" he chuckled, knowing full well Alex was aware
of just what he was talking about.
Alex nipped at Vic's ear. "Smart ass. You know I did. It's sexy as hell...
supposed to be us, right?" Alex shifted so they lay on their sides, sighing
softly when he slipped out of Vic.
"Yeah," Vic replied, snuggling into his lover. "Wanted something that
reminded me of New Orleans too—our costumes for the Mardi Gras—black and
white. And you know, even the significance behind the symbol seems to fit us
too..." Vic trailed off. "Sounds corny, hunh?"
"No, it sounds nice," Alex said softly. "Never had anyone want to remember
me before. I love it that you do. I love you." He rubbed his cheek against
the top of Vic's head. "Wish I could do something to show you how much."
"You came back," Vic husked softly, his mind racing back to the picture of
the FBI agent that had arrested Alex. He was the one, Vic thought, the one
that Alex regretted. "That's all you ever have to do, 'Lex—just come
back."
In that strange way they often had with each other, Alex seemed to follow
his thoughts. "I love you, Vic; nothing's going to change that. I love
you, no one else."
"He was... very handsome," the younger man replied hesitantly. "I can see
why you had regrets. I just hope you never have them with me." Turning, Vic
laid his head over Alex's heart, listening to the strong beats beneath.
"Gotta tell you though. Arresting a person is a funny way of showing you're
interested. Then again—you kidnapped me!"
Alex chuckled. "Hey, when I see something I want, I go right after it. Are
you complaining?"
"Did it sound like I was complaining earlier?" Vic retorted before wrinkling
his nose as he realized at long last that Alex was less than fresh-smelling.
In fact, "You stink, lover. You need a shower bad!" the ex-cop informed him
matter-of-factly.
"I guess the honeymoon's over," Alex mourned, standing up. Frankly, Vic was
right, and he really wanted that shower. "Wanna help?" He grinned over his
shoulder as he sauntered into the bathroom.
"Well, seeing as how you probably rubbed that airplane stench off onto me as
well," Vic began, rolling quickly when Alex moved towards the bed and
landing on the other side. Prowling towards the older man with a sensual
roll to his hips, Vic purred softly, "If I wash you, will you return the
favor, loverman?"
"Try to stop me!" Alex grinned. "You know me, always looking for an excuse
to get my hands on you. Or in you." He smirked, backing into the bathroom,
crooking a finger at Vic to get him to follow. He turned his back to Vic,
leaning into the shower stall to turn on the water.
Knowing Vic was watching, he spread his legs teasingly, letting him get a
good look.
Smirking, Vic grabbed a still damp towel from the rack and, winding it up,
cracked it across Alex's ass, making Alex jump quickly. "Mmmm, now that's
what I call fun!" he laughed.
Alex spun around and had the towel out of Vic's hand and the ex-cop pinned
against the wall before the other man could blink, reminding Vic of just how
fast and deadly he was. "And this is what I call fun," he murmured in
Vic's ear just before biting the lobe. He stepped away.
"But I really want a shower, for the moment, even more than I want you,
beautiful. I can't stand myself right now."
Vic whimpered softly. He loved Alex with everything in him, but when the
older man turned dangerous, like he had just now, Victor's brain
short-circuited. Guess that old adage about dangerous men was true after
all, he thought with a wry chuckle, god knows he was addicted.
Stepping under the spray, he grabbed a natural sponge and lathered it with
the spicy cinnamon soap Alex seemed to favor. Waiting 'til his lover joined
him, Vic began to gently soap Alex's chest, shoulders, arms and everywhere
in between, cleaning his lover gently and thoroughly—showering Alex with
this form of love too.
Alex purred and went limp, loving the feeling of being pampered. He leaned
against Vic, his head on his shoulder, the deadly assassin of moments before
replaced with a big, purring kitten. He looped his arms around Vic's waist,
sighing happily.
"I think I missed this even more than sex. Just being with you," he
murmured. "Need both with you, beautiful."
"You have both, 'Lex," Vic replied, brushing a light kiss on the other man's
shoulder before turning him around to wash his back. "You always will. Want
to take care of you, the way you take care of me."
Reaching around, he hugged the ex-triple agent turned Agency man, lightly
tracing a pattern across Alex's stomach as he rested his head on a broad
shoulder. "They didn't feed you right. Will make you breakfast in the
morning. I've been practicing Pauline's beignet recipe. The Director
considers them 'passable', which means they must be at least okay," he
chuckled. His boss, no their boss, was somewhat of a culinary snob.
Alex chuckled softly. "Must be as good as Pauline's then. Which means no
more sharing! All mine," he said greedily. "I hope we have something in the
house to eat before morning. Now that I've had you and a shower, I can tell
how hungry I am. In fact... " he trailed off, suddenly switching the water
off and stepping out of the shower, toweling dry quickly and heading naked
for the kitchen to find something to eat.
Vic snickered and dried off at a more leisurely pace, padding out to the
kitchen to watch Alex rummage around for a minute or two. "There's Pad Thai
in the green container. I ordered it for dinner last night then decided I
wasn't hungry," he laughed, watching Alex dive for it.
"Chopsticks are in the top right hand drawer, love," he continued as he
snagged a couple wineglasses from the overhead wine rack and grabbed a
bottle of blush wine from the now vacated fridge. Taking both, he wandered
into the living room and sank onto a bunch of huge throw pillows that Alex
had bought on a whim one day because he'd wanted to make love on a pile of
pillows. "Bring me some chopsticks too, will ya? I'd like a bit—and grab
the spring rolls in the clear blue container with the sweet and sour sauce.
Oh, and don't forget the shrimp chips."
Alex stuck his head into the living room, laughing. "Are you sure that's
going to be enough for you? Maybe I should call the restaurant and have them
deliver a truckload or two? I thought I was the hungry one?" He vanished
back inside the kitchen, the snapping of lids and dinging of the microwave
every so often indicating that he was getting the food.
After a few minutes, he reappeared, balancing several steaming dishes of
food and sauces, all but dropping them on Vic. Judging by the wicked gleam
in his eyes, only Vic's nakedness saved him from a lap full of hot food.
Fortunately, Alex didn't want to damage his favorite toy.
The food set down, Alex dropped into the nest of pillows, settling his head
in Vic's lap and smiling up at him. "Feed me?"
Eyeing the other man balefully, Vic considered it out loud. "First you
insult me after building up my appetite with all that raunchy sex. Then you
make fun of me because I've finally got an appetite back instead of pining
away for you, then you nearly drop hot food on me... and I should feed
you why?" he asked, a smile playing across his lips.
"Because you love me." Alex batted those long lashes at him and smirked.
Vic rolled his eyes heavenward and prayed for strength... or divine
deliverance. What he got was a tiny light shining from behind a painting,
about the size of a pinhole. She was videotaping them again.
"Um, Alex, sweetheart? We're being watched."
Alex's eyes flew open, and he shot to his feet, instantly following Vic's
gaze to the damned thing. "I'm going to kill that bitch!" he snarled,
stalking over to the painting and tearing down the surveillance equipment.
"Stay put," he snapped, grabbing his bag from where he'd left it at the
front door and pulling out some arcane-appearing electronic equipment. About
an hour later, all surveillance equipment in the apartment had been removed,
and the food reheated.
"We have got to find a good location and start building our house," Alex
grumbled. "I'm getting tired of this. Whether it's distrust of my motives or
prurient curiosity, it has to stop."
Vic said nothing, as it was something he'd grown accustomed to over the past
few years, but he understood where Alex was coming from completely. Living
the life he did, the other man was intensely private and felt he needed to
guard himself every moment he was in public. This was their home, his haven
and his escape—a place to be himself.
"I'll talk to her in the morning. And then we can maybe start looking around
for land or houses," he suggested quietly, holding up a spring roll for his
lover to take a bite of.
Alex sighed, sinking back into the throw pillows. "Sorry, baby, I know it's
not your fault, and I shouldn't take it out on you. It just really pisses me
off that she thinks she has the right to invade our privacy like that."
He ate the spring roll, then added, "Besides, I don't want anyone but me
seeing you like this," stroking a hand along his lover's naked flank.
"I guess it doesn't really bother me as much. It did at first; hell, I even
shot out some of her equipment on one case, but I got used to it after a
while. And I didn't have much of a love life, so it didn't really matter
then. But I don't like it that she's watching us for any reason. I want
you to have a place where you can be the Alex I met in New Orleans, not the
person she wants working for the Agency."
Running his fingers through Alex's short, dark hair, he smiled. "But if she
has been watching, she's probably got a damn good idea that I'm well and
truly claimed, and I love every minute of it. Just like I love you," he
whispered, kissing his lover softly. "God, I love you, Alex."
Alex pulled Vic down so they lay entwined amidst the pillows, holding him
tightly. "And I love you, beautiful. Always will."
"Gonna hold you to that promise. Even when whatshisname Fox comes panting
after you again. How that man could be so blind to your obvious charms is
beyond me," Vic chuckled, rubbing a possessive hand across Alex's chest.
"But you're mine now, and I'm never letting you go," he growled, nipping at
Alex's lips.
"Soo," he purred after long moments of intense necking and erotic petting,
"you like the fact that I permanently scarred myself for you, hmm? Don't
think you're done thanking me yet, dangerboy; something like a tattoo takes
a long time to pay off. Months and months of 'thanking' me will be
required. Think you can handle that?"
Rubbing catlike against the older man, so Alex could feel his renewed desire
as well as hear it in his voice and see it in his eyes, Vic chuckled, a
throaty and sensual sound. Bending, he nipped hard at Alex's ear. "Can the
bad man come out to play, Mr. Alex sir? I really want to play with a bad
man tonight."
Alex pulled Vic closer by cupping his ass and yanking, twining their naked
bodies together. "Oh, I think I can handle you quite nicely," he purred, the
tip of his tongue lightly tracing Vic's ear.
"So you want a bad man, do you, beautiful?" Alex straddled his prone lover,
eyeing him with interest. "You want me to pull out the assassin to play with
his pretty little boytoy?" He lightly scraped his nails over Vic's chest.
"We can do that. I enjoy reminding you who you belong to every so often,
baby."
He rolled to the side, settling himself comfortably on the pillows. "Go get
the vibrator from the bedroom, beautiful."
Vic lay gasping for a moment as Alex's erotic words shot straight to his
cock, making him even harder. "Fuck, Alex," he moaned, closing his eyes as
that liquid sex voice rolled around his brain firing all his synapses.
Opening eyes gone black with need, he licked his suddenly parched lips,
watching Alex watch him, a smirk playing on the older man's face.
Getting up, Vic walked slowly into the bedroom, exaggerating the roll of his
hips, knowing full well that he was being watched. Once inside he retrieved
the 'toy chest' and the pump bottle of Wet that they kept quite visibly on
the nightstand. Why hide the fact that it was needed when anyone with a
brain would realize your lover was another man and, therefore, this would be
a common household item?
Vic was about to return to the living room, when he thought better of it. He
really did want to have the assassin play with his boytoy. And Victor really
wanted the bad man to come out. So he strolled back to the bed and
sprawled there... waiting with a wicked grin as he stroked his aching
cock lightly, knowing what a debauched picture he made. After all, Alex had
greeted him like this at least once in their short but tumultuous
relationship.
Alex waited in the living room until it became clear that Vic wasn't coming
back, then he pushed himself to his feet. "Oh baby, you are so going to
pay for that," he laughed softly, strolling toward the bedroom. He paused in
the doorway to watch Vic play with himself, a wicked smile appearing on his
face.
"Having fun with your toy?" he inquired sweetly, enjoying the expression of
faint alarm that appeared on his lover's face at his tone. "I'll have to
make sure you can play with it for a long time." Still smiling, he rummaged
in the toy chest, coming up with a cock and ball restraint in his favorite
black leather.
"Yes," he purred, "this should do nicely."
He stroked Vic's cock and balls, petting him, then, unable to resist, leaned
down for a quick taste. He ignored Vic's moan of protest when he pulled away
with a final lick, smirking as he fastened the leather strapping around his
balls, pushing them down and apart, and laced the attached cock sheath
around his lover's dripping erection.
"Much better," he approved, taking the vibrator from Vic's nerveless hand,
slicking it up and carefully sliding it inside the ex-cop. Once it was fully
sheathed, he flicked the switch on the end, making it hum inside Vic's body.
"Very pretty." He smiled and settled himself against the pillows massed at
the head of the bed. "Now you can continue playing with yourself, beautiful.
I'm looking forward to the show."
"Alex," Victor whimpered petulantly, "no fair, I can't come like this!" But
that was the point, and he damn well knew it. The vibrations of the toy were
pulsing against his prostate, causing him to whimper and scrabble against
the bed. Bringing his hands up to his chest, Vic began to twist his nipples
harder and harder, chewing on his lip until it was red and swollen—just
like his cock.
Whining increasingly loudly, Vic's hips began to fuck the air, and each
downward hump pushed the vibrator back against his sensitive gland. His
breathing picked up, and his cock throbbed. "Alex, please. Please, Alex,
I'll be good; oh god, I'll do anything you want. Please, just let me come!"
Alex chuckled softly. "Remember a certain night back in New Orleans, baby?
Remember how you drove me crazy? You said it yourself; I always get even.
Now play with that pretty cock, beautiful. I want to see you pump it, just
the way you like it."
He eyed Vic consideringly. "Tease your balls with your other hand," he
decided. "I want to hear your desperation. Let me hear you, Vic," he coaxed.
"Alex, noooo," the ex-cop wailed as he was driven slowly insane by the
vibrations within him. His hands wrapped around his cock almost
involuntarily, fingers twitching at the feel of the laces. All he needed was
one quick tug, and... Alex would kill him.
Biting his lip until it bled, Victor did as instructed. He played with
himself, every stroke a sheer agony of tormented bliss. His hand worked
harder and harder, but to no avail. He was kept hard and aching. Writhing
and thrashing on the bed, Vic scrabbled and pumped and whined and finally
screamed his need. He needed to come, or he'd pass out from the pain of
his arousal.
Alex pulled Vic up to him, removing the vibrator and pushing inside him,
gliding in and out. His hand covered Vic's own on his cock, teasing his
tormented lover as he came deep inside him.
"So good, baby," he purred, still stroking Vic's cock, "so hot and tight."
He stopped petting Vic, holding the other man's hand still as well. "Shhh,
beautiful, you need to calm down a little. Come on, deep breaths. You can do
it, Vic." He curled around his lover, still buried deep inside him.
"Alex," Victor whimpered, tears of frustration coursing down his cheeks as
he tried to do what his lover asked. "Please, oh please, let me come. I need
to so badly. No more, okay?" he whispered, writhing back against the cock
embedded in his ass.
"Shhh, beautiful," Alex whispered, stroking his belly soothingly. "It's
okay." He reached down and unfastened the sheath and straps, freeing Vic's
aching cock. Still semi-hard, he pushed further into Vic's ass, nudging his
lover's prostate. He stroked Vic hard once, his fingers wrapped tightly
around the purple cock, and his lover started to come. He held the shaking
body tightly, whispering endearments.
"God, oh god," Vic chanted over and over as his body spasmed and bucked
under its almost painful release. It was so blindingly intense that it was
too much for Victor, and he slumped forward as he blacked out for long
moments from the sheer relief of his release.
Alex held Vic tightly, letting his embrace be the first thing Vic felt when
he regained consciousness moments later. "Love you, baby," he murmured,
petting Vic soothingly. "I'd never hurt you, never let anything hurt you.
Come on, beautiful, wake up. Need to hear your voice."
Alex reconsidered some of the other ideas he'd had, deciding to leave
further games for another day. Just then, all he wanted was to hold Vic and
be with him.
"'Lex," Vic managed to croak as his eyes fluttered open, hearing his lover's
quiet plea. "God, what happened?"
Listening to Alex quietly tell him that he passed out, Vic was shocked at
the note of worry in the older man's voice. Wincing slightly as he rolled
over to face the other man, Vic gently stroked Alex's strained and worried
face. "I'm okay, that was incredible, and I love you more than life," he
comforted the assassin.
"However, I could really use some water?" he managed to grin then watched
Alex all but bolt to the kitchen to accommodate him.
Alex knew he was overreacting, that lots of people passed out for a few
moments during sex, but this was Vic. He'd never felt like this about
anyone before, so protective. He quickly grabbed a bottle of water out of
the fridge and practically ran back to the bedroom.
"Here you go, baby." He handed over the bottle and slipped back onto the
bed, again wrapping himself around Vic.
"Alex," Vic grinned, rolling his eyes at his lover's extreme concern, "I'm
fine, handsome, just a little thirsty," he comforted the older man. "Hey—I
just had the most mind blowing sex that I've had in... about two weeks.
Can you blame me for getting a little excited?"
"Yeah, well, don't do that," Alex grumbled, still holding him close. "You
scared the shit out of me." Recovering a bit, he teased, "After all, if you
die, who's gonna do me?"
"Oh I don't know, maybe that Fox person in Washington," Vic replied, trying
to tease but his voice coming out a little tighter than he wanted it. But
god damn it, he was jealous of the past Alex had with the idiot. If he were
a more vindictive man, he'd get the guy's number from Alex and sic Nathan on
him.
"Vic," Alex sighed, resting his chin on the other man's shoulder. "You don't
have to worry about Mulder, beautiful. I'm with you; I love you. There was
never really anything between me and Mulder, certainly not love." He rolled
them over so that he was on top of Vic, looking down seriously into his
lover's eyes. "I want you, baby, no one else. You're the only person who's
ever looked at me, seen the real me, and still wanted me. I couldn't stand
to lose you."
"Not gonna happen—not if I have anything to say about it," Vic replied in
a choked voice. "How could I not love you, Alex? You're my other half—just
like the tattoo, ya know; I'm not complete without you."
Pulling the other man's head down for a long and passionate kiss, Vic
finally let them come up for air. "So, how about that water?"
Alex chuckled at his lover's befuddlement. "Baby, the bottle's in your hand.
Just open it, bring it to your mouth, and swallow," he teased. "You can do
it."
He sat up cross-legged on the bed, grinning down at the prone ex-cop. "Or
was that a lesson you missed in pre-school?"
Vic stuck his tongue out at his lover and proceeded to drain about half the
two-litre bottle in one long continuous gulp. Finally coming up for air, he
took another swallow—then turned and sprayed Alex with the cold water in
his mouth, before grinning maniacally. "I got an A+ in spitting up!"
Alex wiped the water off his face, grinning evilly at the other man. "So I
see." The next thing Vic knew, his wrists were cuffed to the headboard and
Alex was smirking at him. "So many toys, so little time," he mused. He
reached out to stroke the soft cock lying on Vic's thigh. "So pretty."
He picked up a two-ended dildo and carefully worked one end into Vic as far
as it would go, the other end protruding lewdly from his ass. "Mmmm, I like
that," he purred.
"Alex," Vic moaned, arching his hips upwards in supplication. "God—you're
gonna kill me. I'm not gonna be able to sit down tomorrow, and Mac and Li
Ann, not to mention the Director, are all gonna have some very snarky
comments to make," he begged pitifully. "C'mon, babe, please?"
"Please what?" Alex asked, tapping the end of the dildo to make it shift
inside Vic. "Please stop? Please make you beg for more? Please make you come
so hard you pass out again and again?" He rubbed a thumb over the sensitive
head of Vic's cock, teasing him.
Vic whimpered feebly, knowing full well he'd asked for this—encouraged the
assassin to come out to play. "Please call the dragon lady and tell her
we're both sick and not coming in, so I can recover enough to pretend to be
human on Wednesday," Vic whimpered, giving in to the inevitable tide of
arousal washing over him.
Alex grinned and grabbed the phone off the nightstand, making the call.
Judging by the expression on his face, the Director wasn't fooled by the
excuse, but in the end, she agreed to give them the time off. He tossed the
phone aside and grinned down at his captive.
"I know you love to get fucked, Vic, so this time that's all you're gonna
get. You're going to come just from this dildo up your ass," he murmured,
watching with interest as Vic's cock stirred.
"But you see, I want to get fucked too, so this time is going to be a little
different." He smiled at Vic as he lubed and stretched himself, putting on a
show, then looked into the ex-cop's widening eyes as he eased himself onto
the other end of the dildo already buried in Vic's ass.
"Mmmm, so good," he rasped, ramming himself down on it, which pushed it
deeper inside Vic, then pulling off a little. "Match me, baby. We're going
to fuck ourselves on this till we both come." His head fell back, and he
moaned.
"God, Alex!" Vic whimpered as heat raced through him. His cock was instantly
hard, and he was already weeping pre-cum by the first of Alex's strokes.
"Jesus," he moaned as he began to work himself on the dildo, pushing it in
and out of his ass, matching Alex's rhythm so that they were fucking each
other senseless.
He'd never felt anything like it; he could feel Alex's legs twine around
his, could hear his lover's throaty moans and gasps as he pleasured himself
on the latex invading him. Raising his head, he watched Alex slide up and
down the fake flesh and bit his lip so hard it bled.
Thrusting harder and harder onto the toy, Vic moaned and gasped and
whimpered. His cock stood straight in the air and wept like crazy, then with
one particularly hard shove, his prostate was caressed and he was wailing
like a banshee, his come jetting out in hot pulses to cover his stomach and
Alex's with creamy white seed.
Alex watched Vic come through slitted eyes, so close to his own climax that
he couldn't stop, rising and falling on the thick shaft inside him. He heard
Vic's whimpers as the dildo continued to rub against his over-sensitized
prostate, his voice pleading with Alex to stop. Alex reached down and
scooped up some of Vic's semen on his fingers, bringing it to his mouth, and
as he tasted Vic's musk on his tongue, he came as well, slamming himself
down on the length of latex one last time.
When he could move again, he carefully pulled off the dildo, then removed it
from Vic. He laid it aside and began to lick away the semen on Vic's belly.
"Jesus god," Vic whimpered, lying in a boneless puddle on the bed. "Don't
ever leave me alone for longer than two weeks, Alex. I don't think I could
survive that reunion," he joked feebly, all but purring at the tongue bath
his lover was giving him.
Rattling the cuffs above his head, he grinned at the other man. "Gonna let
me out any time soon?"
Alex chuckled at his comment. "I don't plan to ever leave you alone again
for two days, beautiful." Finished cleaning his lover, he straddled Vic
and grinned down at him. "I might be willing to let you loose if you were to
clean me up too," he suggested.
"Mmm, Cream of Alex Krycek," Vic purred. "Sounds delicious."
"You're such a slut, baby," Alex laughed, moving closer to let Vic reach
him. "Better not be for anyone but me," he added, suddenly jealous at the
thought of Vic with anyone else like this.
"Who else would I possibly want to be a slut for when I've got you, Alex?"
Vic replied softly, his pink tongue darting out to taste some of the cooling
semen that sprinkled his lover's stomach. Rolling the viscous substance
around on his tongue, he savored it for long moments before letting it
trickle down his throat. "Gonna let me loose so I can have my dessert?" he
purred, watching Alex watch him with hooded eyes.
Alex reached up and released the restraints, letting Vic bring his arms
down, then stared down the other man. "Well?" he taunted, not moving,
keeping Vic pinned in place with the weight of his body. He arched his back
a little, flaunting himself as he smirked.
Straining his neck upwards, Vic began to lap at his lover's skin, cleaning
all the areas he could reach. When he'd at last cleaned Alex as best he
could, he looked up at his lover, daring him to let Vic go.
Alex smirked again, rolling off sinuously to sprawl beside Vic. "Enjoy the
snack, beautiful?"
Curling into Alex's sinewy frame, Vic licked his lips, looking rather like a
cat cleaning his whiskers after a feast. "Delicious," he purred just before
a huge yawn caught him by surprise.
"Didn't sleep well without you wrapped around me," he admitted softly,
fingers tracing idle patterns over his lover's taut stomach. "The bed was
too big and too empty."
"I didn't either," Alex admitted as well. He wrapped his arms around the
other man, shifting him to half lie on top of him, and sighed contentedly.
He rubbed his cheek against Vic's hair, feeling the exhaustion start to take
him. "Sleep, beautiful. We're together now."
END
Yin and Yang
by Angel and Orithain
Vic winced slightly as he slid out of his truck after a long day at work
pretending not to be in pain so that The Director, Li Ann, and especially
Mac wouldn't taunt him about late night exertions. Not that he'd had any
since Alex had been gone for two weeks now. Vic sighed and snagged the bag
of groceries next to him. Mac's reaction to Alex had been... bad. That
bothered Vic, but he didn't know how to fix it.
