He wasn't in a good mood to begin with, and the constant drizzle sure didn't
improve matters. Then his contact, a haggard middle-aged guy with pig's eyes and
bad breath, someone he had never liked, had greeted him with a very flattering,
"Fuck, Krycek, what the hell happened? You got old !" And damn, he felt like
it, too.
Then, to make matters worse still, his contact, who hadn't seen Alex since
before the incident in Tunguska, started doubting his sharp shooting abilities,
as if Alex needed two arms to kill a guy! Instead of arguing with the asshole,
Alex drove to the site of the ambush, grabbed his gun and matter-of-factly put
one bullet through the target's head at fifty yards. They were in and out before
anyone noticed what had happened. A "clean-up team" would take care of the
disposal; all Alex was interested in was the money for this—admittedly easy—job. Fuck, he didn't like killing people but this particular bastard had
deserved it. He was an old Consortium acquaintance who had taken great pleasure
in his job, training young boys for their bright future within the organization.
Alex had intimate knowledge of the man's abilities as a motivator. Hell, he
would have done the job for free, but he wasn't about to tell his contact that.
Still, a job well done didn't stop him from bristling under all that ribbing
about his missing arm. His mood took another turn for the worse.
He felt old, he was bored—never a good combination. There was only one way to
make himself feel better, Alex decided. He wanted to boost his self esteem and
have some fun at the same time. There really wasn't much to do for a
semi-retired double-crossing rat bastard in a town like Pittsburgh, so Alex
decided to investigate the local gay scene, if there was such a thing. Maybe
he'd get lucky and find a companion for the night, a pretty little thing that
could suck great cock. An IQ above ten would be an added plus but was not
required.
And that's how Alex ended up on Liberty Street, checking it out. He was pretty
disappointed. Like just about everything else in this town, even the gays are
boring, he decided. He wasn't in the mood for a Daddy, he couldn't care less
about Bears, and the guys in that leather bar called Meathook all looked
pathetic. The drag queens made him shudder, and whoever looked halfway decent
was either high or trying to find a dealer to get high. Alex abhorred drugs.
They made him lose control. He only ever lost control when he wanted to, when it
was planned and useful and served a purpose.
Where the hell are the cute guys with the great asses, he wondered.
Then he saw the flyer, fluttering in all its damp glory on a telephone pole, the
script already fading due to the constant rain, and therefore a little difficult
to read.
"Heaven and Hell Night at Babylon"
Alex frowned, deep in thought. He had already basically given up on finding
someone to have fun with...but hey, one last try might do the trick! He decided
to give this Babylon place a chance before going back to his hotel room. Not
that he thought the crowd would be any better than the poor bastards in the
street but hell, anything devilish was alluring enough to have a look-see.
Alex found Babylon a little further down the street and walked up to the
bouncer, ignoring the long line of people patiently waiting in front of the
entrance.
The bouncer was busy explaining to a couple of drag queens that they wouldn't be
allowed inside without a membership card, which distracted Alex momentarily from
glaring menacingly at the people in line who were yelling at him for cutting in.
Membership, eh? he thought. Should be a good sign, if they don't let
queens like these two inside. He watched the couple leave, smirking inwardly
when he heard them complaining about the injustice of the world in general and
Babylon in particular in colorful words and ear-splitting false falsetto voices.
The bouncer stared at Alex, trying to intimidate him. Alex turned back around,
already forgetting the drag queens, and focused on the bouncer instead. Their
eyes locked. Alex felt the adrenaline rush, which was still coursing through his
body ever since the killing, felt it intensifying, felt it preparing him for a
potential fight. The bouncer apparently saw it as well, saw the way the other
man's stance became aggressive, saw the way his shoulders straightened and drew
back, saw the way his face grew hard and his eyes turned cold and calculating.
If I can't get a decent blow job, I might as well work out all this extra
energy a different way, Alex decided when he realized the bouncer gave him a
slow once-over. Beating the shit out of this guy would do the trick. He
was poised for a fist fight when the bouncer's eyes finally settled on his face
again.
"Haven't seen you here before. You're not a member, are you?"
Alex shook his head once. The movement was enough to cause his damp hair, now
worn long again, to fall over his forehead, tickling. Damn drizzle, Alex
cursed inwardly and raked his fingers impatiently through the hair to pull it
back. "Is that a problem?" he replied menacingly, waiting for an opening, any
kind of reason to start a fight.
The bouncer's eyes travelled up to the other man's hair which was now standing
on end slightly, roughly resembling two spikes—devil's horns. He smirked. "No,
not at all." He gave Alex another once over, noting the way he was dressed, and
nodded to himself. Then he opened the door. "Enjoy your evening at Babylon," he
said sotto voce, waving Alex inside.
Alex smirked his thanks, ignoring the cries of outrage from the other club-goers
still waiting in line, and entered Babylon.
Once inside, Alex realized why the bouncer had let him in.
He fit in perfectly. At least in the "Hell" department.
No wonder Pittsburgh was so boring: all the excitement was inside Babylon!
The place was packed with hundreds of young, sweaty, testosterone-filled men
gyrating in the half-dark to the thumping beat of some song Alex had never heard
before. That in itself should have made him feel even older—not knowing
current music—but he was too busy getting an eyeful.
A dozen or so cute go-go-boys were shaking their shapely asses to the beat,
dressed as angels and devils, trying to animate the crowd—not that it needed
much animation. The angels were all blond boys and looked barely twenty, their
breath-takingly beautiful bodies clad in nothing but skimpy white shorts that
left absolutely nothing to the imagination. They were wearing strap-on wings;
the white feathers fluttering wildly while the boys danced, and their oiled
chests were dusted with golden glitter. The devils, on the other hand, were dark
and buff, slightly older and more rakish. Their black leather pants were so
tight Alex was surprised they could even move in them, but from the way they
were writhing to the music in obvious delight, it did seem possible. They wore
red devil horns which contrasted nicely to their dark hair.
Alex looked around, finding angels and devils on strategically placed pedestals,
in cages hung from the ceiling, and on stage where they mock battled with each
other. Some kind of fake fog was apparently supposed to imitate clouds, there
was fake snow falling down on the angels, while the devils were dancing near
open fire, licking flames that were bursting high in rhythm to the music,
raining sparks seemingly coming out of nowhere.
Well, I might have a chance after all, Alex decided when he realized that
quite a few men were looking his way. No big wonder, he fit right in wearing his
black leather jacket, black jeans and a general aura of danger.
It was a young crowd, but the place was really too dark to see clearly. An
advantage, Alex decided, since he felt old and, after the day he'd had, he bet
he looked like it, too. He didn't think some young cutie would really take a guy
pushing forty, once they had a clear look at him, but the back room would most
probably be even less lit than the dance floor.
What the hell, the club looked okay. Alex decided to watch the crowd a little
before he made his way to the back room. A nice blow job was always a good
alternative but he did prefer to seduce and have a great piece of ass instead.
A new song started—just as unknown as the last one—and Alex pushed his way
through the crowd to the bar, ordering a beer. It was nearly impossible to get
through, everyone suddenly seemed to gyrate, writhe and wriggle to the beat,
causing Alex to constantly bump into others; not that he minded. Still, his aura
of danger was enough to part the crowd, earning him a few appreciative looks
from the more adventurous young men who paused to admire him, so Alex finally
managed to get himself and his bottle of beer to the edge of the balcony
overlooking the packed dance floor. He leaned against the railing, taking a long
pull, and just watched the show, letting the thumping beat pulse through his
body, appreciating the laser and light show.
Alex let his eyes roam aimlessly across the room, trying to find anything of
interest, and suddenly discovered the equivalent of an angel/devil pair right on
the dance floor.
The angel was a pretty blonde thing, couldn't be older than twenty—if that—and had the most perfect bubble butt Alex had ever seen. The extremely tight
pair of jeans and the way he was wrapped around "his devil" only accentuated
that particular asset of his. The devil must have been at least ten years his
senior—which would still make him about ten years younger than Alex—and he
was dark-haired, wearing black pants and a black muscle shirt, the sweat making
his skin glisten and shine, the wet hair flopping here and there with every
move. Proverbial sex on legs, and with a dangerous aura to boost.
Alex smirked. Oh, he had just found the perfect play partner for the evening. He
loved the dark, sexy, wild ones!
The two of them looked a bit like a couple though Alex knew from experience that
the type of person like that devil fella just wasn't into commitment. Fuck
buddies, maybe. Who knew, perhaps that devil guy had a kink for younger boys.
Alex understood that particular kink only too well. He smirked around his beer
bottle and took another swig.
From the way the other dancers moved around the devil boy, and from the way he
reacted to that, Alex realized that he was obviously somewhat the Alpha male in
this place. Good-looking as he was, he could probably have anyone he desired—and very probably already had. And that guy knew it, he wore a certain
complacent arrogance around him like a cloak. Made him all the more attractive
in Alex's eyes.
Now that he had found his trick for the night, Alex needed a plan. He knew that
kind of guy, knew they thought they were irresistible, and wanted to force that
guy into making the first move. He wanted to seduce him into seducing Alex. That
idea gave the whole thing an added thrill, and he stared at his prey, lost in
thought.
As if the dark-haired man had felt the eyes on him, he suddenly turned around
and looked up. But instead of focusing on Alex, his eyes found the small group
standing next to him; three men, average looking in Alex's eyes, nothing that
would remotely interest him. Especially not that flaming queen standing right
next to him who kept up a steady and very annoying running commentary on the
"antics of Brian."
At least now I know your name, Alex concluded as he watched his devil on
the dance floor waving at the three men next to him, obviously wanting them to
join him and his blonde boy wonder.
Then the dark gaze shifted and settled on Alex who immediately let his eyes
drift away, faking disinterest. Still, he felt the stare on his face and was
positive he could feel the heat rising as Brian seemed to be deciding that Alex
was a good catch for the night. Hell, Alex had already made that decision about
Brian! Good, Alex thought smugly, all the more reason to play with him
a little. He's interested, I can work with that. He smirked around his beer
bottle again, feeling his mood brighten already.
The cutest of the three men next to him informed his buddies that he would go
join "Brian and Justin" and tried to drag them along. The boring-looking
accountant type guy shook his head though and muttered something about
"preferring to be rejected by the masses up here" which caused Alex to roll his
eyes. With that sort of attitude, he was sure that the guy hadn't gotten laid
for months. The flaming queen shook his head as well, chirping he'd continue
"admiring the gorgeous hunks from afar, but have fun down there, Michael!"
Alex couldn't believe these were his devil's friends. Then again, they seemed to
be nice enough guys. He was good at reading people. In his line of work, he had
to be. And from the look of things, the only real prick in this group appeared
to be Brian himself. Which, of course, made him even more attractive in Alex's
eyes.
He watched Brian hold court on the dance floor. Oh yeah, he seemed to be the
master of the house. Everyone was gyrating around him, trying to get him to
notice, and even though he kept grinding his hips or ass into other hot and
sweaty bodies, he seemed slightly bored. Maybe, Alex mused, he has
already had everyone here and is looking for some new meat. Well, here I am,
pretty boy, you just have to beg nicely. He smirked again and downed the
last of his beer, feeling Brian's gaze wandering up and towards him again.
A new song started just as Alex brought the empty beer bottle back to the bar.
He grinned. Finally something he knew! A classic! 'Relax' by Frankie Goes to
Hollywood. He almost sighed nostalgically, remembering all the fun times he had
had in his younger days, dancing—and doing other things—to this song.
Now's as good a time as any, he told himself and slowly descended the
stairs to the dance floor, pushing and snaking his way through the wildly
bouncing crowd, feeling Brian's gaze following him as if by accident. Oh
yeah, Alex thought smugly while his body began to sway to the beat, I got
you hook, line and sinker.
Alex ground his way through the crowd, swaying his hips to the music, until he
was close enough to the threesome group. He could feel Brian's eyes on him the
entire time, furtively checking him out with sideways glances, and Alex made it
now obvious that he was looking as well.
Once he stood in front of Brian, both of them couldn't help but stop moving.
They just stood there, staring at each other. Everyone around them writhed
wildly, but their sweaty bodies were all but forgotten as soon as Alex's and
Brian's eyes locked. Sparks were flying, it was like lightning pulsing around
them in time to the music. They saw in one another the potential "fuck du jour"
and started sizing each other up.
Their eyes travelled over each other's body, measuring, fantasizing. Alex was
very pleased to see the obvious bulge in Brian's pants: so he did seem to have a
positive effect on his devil boy. He felt rather than saw Brian's eyes stopping
midway to appreciate the leather jacket—and the "bad boy" image it indicated—and then widening when they found the other man's gloves.
Alex was wearing them out of necessity. He didn't like drawing attention to his
fake arm so he usually wore a glove on his left hand. It would be odd to only
wear one glove though, and it was cold enough in Pittsburgh to get away with
them. At least outside. Inside a stifling hot club, it was an entirely different
matter. Still, Brian seemed to appreciate the view, probably having a slight
leather fetish, from the way his bulge grew even more and his eyes dilated.
When their eyes met again, Alex saw real interest in Brian's. Perfect! Now all
he had to do was set the plan in motion, and hope for the best. He gave Brian a
sexy, inviting half-smile—and then purposefully turned around to start dancing
with the blonde boy wonder he had learned was called Justin.
Brian was obviously pissed off by that move. Alex could feel the glare piercing
through the back of his head, but he ignored it, concentrating on grinding his
hips against Justin's instead.
"Fuck, can they get any fucking more gay?" he heard Brian yell to nobody in
particular, obviously indicating the choice of music.
Alex quickly considered decking him just for that comment. 'Relax' was a
classic, gay or not.
"Just wait till they play 'YMCA'!" Justin yelled back, laughing. Then he
concentrated on the dark stranger in front of him, gave him a sunny smile and
pushed his crotch against Alex's purposefully.
All right, Alex thought while he laughed about Justin's comment. I
like that boy!
"Come on, Brian, you haven't danced with me yet," the other friend wheedled,
obviously trying to calm the sexy devil down.
"Fuck, Mikey, I can't dance to this shit," was Brian's petulant reply.
I bet you could if only you would stop concentrating on my ass, Alex
thought smugly.
He looked at Justin, deciding the boy really wasn't his type after all. He was
too young, too blonde, too clean-cut. But he was still cute. He would probably
do in a crunch but Alex wanted Brian. And Justin was perfect teasing material to
get Brian all hot and bothered.
It was also obvious that Alex wasn't Justin's type—or, at least, he in
particular wasn't really the person Justin was interested in. Alex sighed
inwardly. The poor boy obviously had a bad crush on Brian. He could see it all
clearly now. Puppy love, how sweet, how tragic. Especially with a probable prick
like Brian. For a second, Alex debated with himself, not entirely sure if he
wanted to break the kid's heart. Then he decided Brian probably went home with a
different trick every other night, so Justin was probably used to that sort of
frustration by now.
The boy gave him another sunny smile, and Alex couldn't help but grab the bubble
butt, feeling for himself if it was as perfect as it had looked from the
balcony.
Yup, it was.
Justin gave a surprised half-squawk when he felt a hand squeezing his ass, and
couldn't stop jumping forward a little, grinding their groins together. When he
felt Alex's dick, his smile turned leery.
"Hands off, kid," Alex growled in Justin's ear when he watched said hands trying
to sneak their way around his back. He usually didn't mind that sort of thing
but he was worried that Justin might feel his prosthesis and blurt out some
comment that might turn off Brian. Since he had no idea how Brian would react,
he preferred to show his prey the fake arm himself—in the bedroom.
Still, the terse command seemed to have the desired effect—and more, because
Justin's eyes widened slightly and his breath quickened. Aww, what do you
know, a closet subby, Alex thought. How cute. Oh, he could have so
much fun with that one, if only he really wanted him. Still, that indicated that
Brian was of the toppy variety, not that Alex had ever doubted that, and
subduing a baby Dom was always even more fun.
Things are really starting to look up, he decided.
Still, things also weren't progressing fast enough for his taste, so Alex
realized he needed to move things along.
With a last smile in Justin's direction and an elegant half-turn, he suddenly
stood right in front of 'Mikey' who stared in utter shock at him, as if unsure
whether to flee or fight.
Alex grinned. That one would be fun.
"Relax," he shouted in Mikey's ear in time to the chorus.
That only seemed to confuse the other man more because all he replied was a
stuttered, "Huh?"
Alex shook his head sorrowfully, realizing he would be using Mikey as bait and
nothing more, and started grinding his hips in the other man's direction.
He couldn't move his upper body too much or his fake arm would become obvious—he couldn't lift and swing it naturally. So he was reduced to the lower body,
not that this was a disadvantage. He knew how to use his ass, hips and crotch to
the best effect.
A second later he felt Justin rubbing his erection against his ass. Alex had to
fight the urge to push him back. He normally didn't like people behind him.
Still, Justin was a sweet, innocent kid, and a little threeway dance would only
help his plan to get Brian. So Alex grinned instead and began grinding his hips
forward and backward, driving both that Mikey character and Justin wild.
Not to mention Brian.
Alex could feel the hateful glare directed his way and suddenly realized he
might be pushing things too far. There wasn't any sexual heat in Brian's eyes,
only envy. So Alex let his own eyes travel appreciatively up and down the other
man's body, ending up with an inviting smile and a knowing wink.
Brian stopped short, blinking in confusion. Then his face split in two by a wide
grin. Just as Alex thought he had won that round, said grin disappeared from
Brian's face and the same hateful glare returned, only this time the eyes were
narrowed and staring at Mikey meaningfully.
Ah, Alex thought. Gotcha. 'Play with the kid, he's only my fuck buddy,
but keep your filthy hands off my friend', eh? We can arrange that, no
problem.
With a purposeful push of his ass, Alex forced Justin backwards so he had space
to turn. Abandoning Mikey, he concentrated on the young kid again, shaking his
ass meaningfully in Brian's direction.
"Aren't you hot? In that jacket?" Justin yelled to be heard over the blaring
music.
You have no idea how hot I am, kid, Alex thought. Out loud, he replied
in the boy's ear, "I can always cool off with a nice ice-cold beer, right?" Then
he gave Justin a meaningful grin.
The kid answered with one of his sunny smiles, nodded and purposefully turned
around to walk off the dance floor.
Alex watched him leave, staring at the bubble butt.
To everyone else, it looked as if Justin was going to leave the place, and when
he threw a last glance over his shoulder, it seemed obvious that he wanted Alex
to follow. They both knew he was merely going to get a beer...but the only
important thing right now was what Brian thought.
Alex threw his prey one last mournful look, as if to indicate that he would have
liked to play with Brian but that Justin had just been faster with his
invitation, and then started to follow the kid.
He hadn't finished his second step when he felt a hand grab his right shoulder.
Alex crowed inwardly. Brian had obviously snapped. "If you wanna play with the
big boys, come to Six Fuller, corner of Tremont. You have 15 minutes!"
And without a backward glance, Brian left the dance floor.
Alex made it to the address in a little under twelve minutes and took an
appreciative look around the loft, trying to ignore the sight of an already
half-naked Brian drinking some water and apparently not minding half of it
ending up on his heaving, sweat-slicked chest.
"Nice digs," he commented instead. "Lemme guess...you're hip, you got money,
you're an IT specialist."
Brian just grinned but didn't reply. Alex took another look around. "Hmm, nope,
not enough equipment for that here. Let's see...oh, I know, you're probably in
advertising. You're an ad exec, aren't you?"
The uppity smirk was wiped off Brian's face. Alex was sure the other man didn't
like the way he could read him. On the other hand, it was part of his job, one
of the reasons he was still alive.
"Oh, and what makes you say that?"
Alex waved his hand around, indicating the loft. "You're obviously trying to
sell something with this polished, glossy exterior." He locked eyes with Brian.
"You."
The other man bristled slightly and took a threatening step closer to Alex. "Did
you come here to insult me or to fuck?"
Alex just smirked. "What, you're not into dirty talk?"
Brian seemed torn between having a fit and admiring the audacity of his latest
trick. He settled for using his big mouth instead. "Okay, fine. Then how do
you earn your fucking money, pussyboy?" he growled with a sexy undertone.
Alex's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Who you callin' 'pussyboy'?" he ground out,
taking a menacing step closer.
The younger man merely smirked, though inwardly his warning bell was going off.
It was obvious that he had to be careful around that particular trick. "What,
you're not into dirty talk?" he countered, imitating Alex.
He couldn't help it, Alex grinned happily inside. Oh, it was going to be so much
fun playing with his little devil. Still, there was no reason to let him off the
hook so easily, so Alex scowled and muttered, "Well, someone sure's getting
cocky here. Naughty, naughty. Want me to spank your pretty ass, boy?"
Brian smirked and thrust his hip out jauntily, daring the other man to come
closer. "Bo-ring," he sing-sang. "Done that. A million times over." He gave an
exaggerated yawn. "That all you offer?"
Yup, that guy really is what I've been looking for, Alex decided.
That boy likes to play with fire. Just perfect! Alex took another step
closer, shark-tooth grin firmly in place. Brian couldn't help but swallow
convulsively, slightly nervous now. That only caused the grin to widen. "Sooo,"
Alex said casually, eyes travelling up and down the other man's body. "What
would you like me to offer then?"
It took Brian a second to regain his footing but he finally managed to raise his
chin defiantly and point an accusing finger at Alex. "Well, how about an answer
to my question?" When the other man merely raised one of his eyebrows
inquiringly, Brian added helpfully, "Pussyboy."
Ah, Alex thought. My profession. Cute. His grin turned evil, and
he walked up to Brian with slow and measured steps until he stood right in front
of him. Time to prove once and for all who would be boss for the night. He
leaned in even closer. "Serial killer," Alex whispered throatily.
Brian jerked back, and Alex wasn't sure why; the sudden closeness, the answer or
the fact that Brian could see the other man up close and personal for the first
time. After a second, Alex decided it was most definitely the fact that Brian
thought he was too old for him. He grew defiant and narrowed his eyes warningly.
Fuck, it had been fun toying with my devil boy in the club but now that I've
seen him and talked to him, there is no way I'm going to let that guy go
without having a piece of his ass first!
His eyes locked with Brian's. "I'm Alex," he announced with a sultry whisper,
having learned by now that his throaty voice was exciting the younger man. He
let his gaze travel slowly up and down the other man's body, resting on the
prominent bulge straining against tight jeans, taking in the glistening, naked,
sweat-slick chest before his eyes locked with Brian's again. "Just so you know
what name you'll scream tonight."
It had the desired effect. The younger man's breath hitched, at a loss for words
for a second. Finally, he volunteered, "Brian."
"I know."
Brian quirked an eyebrow at that but then remembered that Michael had yelled his
name at Babylon.
"So, want anything?" Brian jerked his chin in the direction of his empty water
bottle standing on the breakfast bar.
Alex deliberately misunderstood him. "Yeah. Getting it on."
The younger man laughed. "Well, I'm way ahead of you, Alex," he announced,
indicating his naked upper body.
Well, here it comes, Alex thought and shed his jacket, letting it drop
carelessly to the floor. Then he used his right hand to rip open the brass studs
on his denim shirt. Brian gave the bit of naked flesh he could see an
appreciative once-over and raised an encouraging eyebrow. Mentally steeling
himself for a cry of outrage, Alex shrugged out of the shirt and stood there,
naked from the waist up.
Brian's mouth dropped open in shock.
Alex raised his chin defiantly again. Screw stupid comments about age and
wrinkles and gray hair, but he really had heard enough sneers about his arm from
his fucking contact already that day.
After a long moment, Brian nodded at the other man's left arm and began,
"You're..."
"A cripple?" Alex snarled. "A freak? A one-armed bandit? Not good enough for a
hot shot ad exec like you?"
Instead of reacting violently, Brian gave a surprisingly kind smile and offered
softly, "I was going to ask, are you gonna take it off or leave it on?"
Alex couldn't help himself and gaped at the other man. He was totally stunned by
Brian's reaction.
Brian merely shrugged. "You have no idea what I've had in my bed before," he
commented with a smirk. "So, what's it gonna be? On or off?"
He always took his prosthesis off during the night, the straps cut in and hurt
too much to be comfortable. Sex with only one hand to play with or lean on was a
bit challenging but Alex had learned to manage—as Brian would find out soon
enough, he thought chuckling to himself—so he matter-of-factly took the
fake arm off.
"May I?" Brian asked, curiosity plain on his face.
Alex shrugged and held the arm out for inspection. It wasn't fancy or easily
breakable. What harm could it do? He hoped that Brian would just accept this as
part of his fuck partner and then be done with it.
Examining the arm closely, turning it this way and that, Brian finally
commented, "This should be great for fisting, I guess."
Tension now broken, Alex returned the grin. "You have no idea," he replied.
Arm safely placed on a nearby table, they stared at each other again for a long
moment, then Brian moved closer, his intentions clear.
Alex, however, stopped him with a leather-gloved finger to his lips. "I hardly
ever kiss," he explained calmly.
"What? Why?" Brian screeched, losing his patience.
"They are only granted as reward for especially good services rendered," Alex
smirked.
"This is ridiculous!"
"My kisses are lethal, buddy. You wouldn't survive them during sex."
Brian rolled his eyes, ignoring his erection which had done another twitch when
it had heard the other man's throaty whisper. Who the hell did that stupid,
middle-aged, one-armed asshole think he was anyway? He had seen it all and tried
it all. Nobody was that good a kisser. That guy obviously was full of shit.
"Oh, and I only ever pitch, I never catch," Alex added as an after-thought,
having made that promise to himself ages ago after he had finally escaped the
clutches of the Consortium and their less than equal thoughts on consensual
working environments.
Brian gave him a long stare. "I'm not here to play ball," he stated.
Alex locked eyes with the other man. "Neither am I," he replied solemnly, making
it clear that he wouldn't budge.
That one was the last straw. Brian had thought cracking a silly joke would be
enough to distract the older man but it was obvious Alex meant business. He took
a step back, his face clearly showing how much he started to regret inviting so
much trouble home. "Really?" he asked menacingly. His eyes travelled up and down
the other man's body, and his dick decided it liked what was on offer. Hell, it
was fun having someone to spar with, someone who wasn't cowed and turned over
right away, offering his belly. Who knew, maybe it would be fun, wrestling that
tough guy into submission. Was worth a shot anyway. "Well, let's just see what
happens, shall we?" he finally offered.
Alex grinned. "Sure," he shrugged, knowing full well that he had the upper hand
in this. But getting a bit rough always added to the pleasure, so why the hell
not?
It was a bit awkward at first, without being allowed to kiss, so Brian stepped
up to the other man and started sucking on his neck for all he was worth
instead. Brian felt Alex appreciated that move because he made the most pleasing
noises, spurring Brian on to leave even more marks.
The younger man slowly directed them to his bed, stumbling and turning, almost
falling on their asses when they tried to climb the few steps and disrobe at the
same time. Brian learned that, even with only one hand, Alex was extremely
talented in undressing not only himself but others as well, and when he felt
those nimble, still leather-clad fingers stroking his cock for the first time,
he couldn't help but whimper helplessly.
They landed on the huge bed, rolling around on it, biting and licking and
sucking every inch of skin they could find. Despite the missing arm, Brian had
to admit that Alex's body was a work of art, lots of muscle, lean yet plump at
all the right places. Like his ass, which he just had to take a bite out of.
From the way he growled and bucked, Alex seemed to like that move, so Brian did
it again.
The action turned more forceful, frantic, almost violent, and Brian was
surprised to find that, even with one arm more, he was at a disadvantage, and he
finally found himself on his back with Alex on top of him.
They were both breathing hard and sweating profusely. Brian stared at the middle
of his chest where the other man's hand pinned him down, still wearing the
leather glove—which was the only garment Alex still had on. For whatever
reason, that stupid glove turned him on endlessly, and he tried to buck and push
his hips up, hoping the hand would wrap itself around his erection.
Alex gave him a truly evil smirk. "Only because I don't kiss, doesn't mean I'm
not oral. Watch!" And with that, his head dove down, and he started to suck on
the younger man's earlobe, slowly licked his way down the throat, gently yet
warningly biting the adam's apple before the tongue delved lower, paying
attention to the nipples until they were erect and begging for more attention.
Only then did he move on, gently nipping Brian's ribcage, thrusting his tongue
into the navel, teasing the soft belly below.
Brian was desperately trying to finally get Alex to wrap his lips around his
cock but the older man had other plans. Niftly bypassing the straining erection—and eliciting a helpless cry of outrage—he nosed Brian's balls out of the
way, lay down flat on the mattress and poked his tongue into the perineum.
"Ever been rimmed before?"
It took Brian a moment to catch his breath and get his voice to work. "Of
course," he finally croaked but lifted his legs up helpfully anyway.
"Not like this," Alex replied cryptically before he pushed his face right into
Brian's ass and delved his tongue between the butt cheeks.
"Fuck!" the younger man shouted when he felt a strong suction around his anus,
accompanied by a couple of love bites to the inner cheeks before a wet tongue
dove back inside him.
True enough, he had never been rimmed like this before. Which, Brian decided,
wasn't altogether a bad thing because he could clearly feel his brain being
fried. His dick was pulsing angrily, demanding attention, but when he moved his
hand to his erection, he felt his balls being placed between two rows of very
sharp teeth in warning.
"Don't you dare touch that cock," Alex hissed around his mouthful. "We're just
getting started here!"
Brian, crazed by lust, grabbed the bed sheet with both fists and arched his
back. "If you don't want me to jerk off, then give me a fucking blow job!" he
yelled hoarsely, his voice hitching twice whenever Alex did that particular
corkscrew motion with his tongue.
"You want a blow job?" the older man asked, kneeling up and looking at Brian
with an innocent smile.
Brian was ready to kill the other man. How dare he abandoning his post in the
middle of the best fucking mindblowing rimming session ever?
"Yes," he yelled, pushing his ass up meaningfully. "Either that or get back to
rimming me, damn it."
Alex merely smirked, and Brian suddenly had a flash of fear, as if the older man
had anticipated all of this, as if he had even planned it.
And before he knew what was happening, Brian felt Alex's forearm pushing against
the back of his thighs, forcing them up and towards his own chest until he was
basically doubled over, knees next to his ears and ass now hanging in mid-air.
"Hold on tight to the back of your knees," Alex instructed, giving another
encouraging push to Brian's ass. The younger man did as he was told and suddenly
found himself face to face with his own dick. He gave a strangled yelp. "Blow
job," Alex instructed calmly and nodded at the erection poking Brian's chin.
"And rimming at the same time." And with that, he delved back between the other
man's butt cheeks and continued to drive Brian insane with his tongue.
Not believing what he was doing, Brian tentatively sucked on his own cockhead.
This was all way too weird, even for his liking, he decided, but damn, did it
feel good. If he pretended it was two guys servicing him, who the hell gave a
damn if one of these two guys was actually he himself?
He must've made some kind of surprised yet satisfied noise because he heard Alex
chuckle from behind his ass. "I've got moves you've never seen," the older man
muttered into a butt cheek, and somehow that sounded like a mix between promise
and threat.
Brian was really getting close to his climax, his sweat-slicked hands constantly
slipping from his grip on his knees, only the strong hand Alex kept pushing into
the small of his back making it possible for him to suck and lick his own dick.
And suddenly, without warning, the helping hand moved away, not providing the
needed balance anymore, and without leverage Brian's cock slipped out of his
mouth. Only at the last second could he open his jaw wide enough not to bite
into his erection when the plum-sized cockhead pulled out between his lips.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" the younger man yelled as his legs,
now rubbery and twitching, sprawled on Alex's lap. The other man merely grinned
evilly and used his gloved hand to squeeze Brian's erection warningly, stemming
off the imminent climax. The feel of the leather only increased his need to
shoot though, and Brian groaned helplessly, his hips trying desperately to buck.
"This was just the prelude," Alex informed him. "Now we're gonna fuck." And with
that, he let himself fall forward and rolled sideways until he was lying on his
back, getting comfortable. He let go of Brian's dick long enough to snap his
fingers, drawing the younger man's attention yet again to the leather glove.
"Condom," Alex ordered. "On me. Now!"
Mindlessly filled with lust, it took Brian a long moment until he was able to
coordinate his limbs. Then he scrambled across the bed, grabbed a condom, tore
it open with his teeth and started rolling it down on Alex's bulging erection
with trembling fingers. He couldn't believe he was actually going to let that
guy fuck him, he usually was on top, but hell, this turned out to be one of the
best nights of his life...who knew what else dear ol' Alex had planned!
Slowly straddling the older man, Brian grabbed Alex's dick, holding it still,
and worked his way downwards. The extensive rimming had loosened and lubricated
him thoroughly but it still had been a long while since he had last bottomed,
and he grimaced when the thick cockhead finally breached his anus.
"It's okay, take your time," Alex mumbled, surprisingly gently. "We've got all
night, right?"
They shared a grin, and Alex began to stroke Brian's dick teasingly until the
younger man had managed to receive all of him. Brian gave a deep sigh of relief
when he felt Alex bottom out. They waited a couple of minutes, giving Brian time
to adjust, and he began to explore Alex's chest and abdomen with his fingertips,
mindful to stay clear of the left shoulder. "You've led a hard life," he
commented, tracing the scars he encountered.
Alex smiled meaningfully. "Yeah, but it has its moments." That earned him a
chuckle and a nod indicating Brian was ready to continue.
The gentle stroking stopped and Alex grabbed the cock more firmly, causing Brian
to look up in alarm. "You're not gonna ride me, cowboy, you're merely gonna milk
me dry," he ordered.
Brian's eyebrows rose. "And how am I supposed to do that, huh?" he countered,
trying to lift himself up despite the order not to. The hand on his dick
increased the pressure, however, convincing him that it might be a good idea to
just stay put instead.
Alex lifted his legs, placing his feet firmly on the mattress and forming a
backrest for Brian with this thighs. "Lean back," he instructed, waiting until
Brian was comfortably sitting on his lap. "Now use your internal muscles to milk
me. Don't tell me you haven't done this before."
"I've done everything and then some," Brian replied defiantly, almost
petulantly. "But where's the fun in all that, huh?"
The older man shook his head in mock consternation. "And still he doubts me," he
muttered, giving Brian's dick a painful jerk. "At 'em, cowboy!"
Not knowing what else to do, and realizing he would regret it if he did pull up,
Brian resigned himself to the fact that he would sit there and do nothing except
milk the other man's cock up his ass. He sighed, closing his eyes for a second
to pity himself.
The eyes flew open again and he gave a strangled cry when he felt Alex move and
shift underneath him, the gloved hand leave his dick so the arm could wrap
around his back for leverage, and suddenly Alex was sitting up, squeezing the
younger man's erection between their bodies, and started sucking on Brian's
nipples.
"Fuck!"
"Shut up and milk me and I swear to you, I'll suck so hard on your tits that my
cum is gonna come out of them," Alex growled, nipping and biting around the
sensitive little nubs.
Brian couldn't help but buck helplessly whenever the nerve endings in his
nipples were too much stimulated, but he still wasn't going anywhere, and
strictly speaking he wasn't riding Alex either. The aborted thrusts were enough
to create a slight friction on his own cock though, and by the time Alex had
finished turning his former small innocent brown nubs into huge, glistening, red
peaks, Brian erupted with a hoarse yell, clamping down on the older man's
erection so tightly that he pushed Alex over the edge as well.
Alex dropped back, breathing heavily, desperately gulping for air. He was
relieved to see that the younger man seemed to be completely drained of energy
as well, so it obviously wasn't an age thing.
"You made a mess," he muttered, pointedly staring at Brian's cum all over his
chest. Their eyes met. "Lick it up," Alex added in a tone of voice that brooked
no argument.
Brian, never subby by nature anyway, was surprised to find himself react to that
strict voice, and he dutifully leaned down to meticulously clean the other man
with tiny, catlike swipes of his tongue until everything was sparkling clean
again.
There was still some cum on his own chest though, and they had sweated enough to
soak the bed sheets so he slowly disentangled himself from Alex, carefully took
the condom to dispose it, and went to the bathroom to get a wet cloth.
When Brian came back to the bed to clean the other man, Alex had already rolled
over and was fast asleep.
Brian woke up the next morning, aching all over. He realized it was the running
shower that had disturbed his sleep, and looked towards the bathroom door when
he heard the water being cut off.
A few seconds later, Alex emerged, naked and rubbing a towel over his hair.
The younger man got up slowly, his morning erection greeting his guest. Alex saw
the woody and smirked. "I didn't want to wake you," he explained his stealth.
"Oh, it's okay," Brian shrugged. Then he looked at the other man, not sure if he
was treading on thin ice. "Um, can I help you?" he offered, watching Alex trying
to dry himself off.
The older man chuckled and stared pointedly at Brian's erection. "Shouldn't that
be me helping you?" he laughed. Brian joined in, if a bit nervously. Then Alex
grew serious. "Yes, I'd appreciate a little help. It's hell drying my back with
only one arm."
He held out the towel and Brian took it, gently working his way down the back,
massaging the other man. Alex began to purr happily and arched his spine. Brian
continued to dry Alex's right arm before going back to rubbing his shoulders. He
stared at the plump ass in front of him and nudged his erection between the
cheeks. "Such a great ass," he muttered. "It begs to be used."
Alex shook his head, smiling slightly, and made a wild grab behind him, finding
Brian's dick and pulling him forward until they were standing face to face.
Their eyes locked.
After a long moment, eyes still glued to each other, Alex leaned forward and
began to softly nibble and lick his way around Brian's lips, gently and slowly
teasing them open. Once he was allowed to enter, he wrapped his hand around the
back of Brian's neck, holding him in place, and pushed his tongue deeply inside,
delving into every nook and cranny, tickling the gums, exploring each and every
single tooth, battling with the other tongue, and making sure that Brian still
had both his tonsils.
When the need for oxygen forced them apart, Alex continued to nibble on Brian's
chin, rubbed his own against the whiskered cheeks, irritating them both a little
and still only adding to the erotic kiss. After another deep gulp of air, Alex
took Brian's lower lip between his teeth, bit it gently, pulled it away, gnawing
on it, making it grow plump and turn red before letting it go and forcing his
tongue back inside his mouth, teasing Brian's own tongue to play and duel openly
until only the tips touched.
And then, with one last gentle bite to the lower lip, Alex wrapped the towel
around Brian's erection, jerked once—and felt him climax.
The younger man collapsed on the bed, utterly exhausted and clearly
understanding what Alex had meant when he had said his kisses were lethal. He
watched the other man strap on his fake arm and get dressed as if nothing had
happened. He wasn't even out of breath, the bastard!
"Hey, I really had fun," Alex announced while he shrugged into his leather
jacket.
Brian suddenly felt like one of his one-night stands might've felt; he didn't
want Alex to leave. "Hey," he exclaimed slightly desperately. "Wanna get
together again sometime? Gonna be at Babylon again tonight, maybe?"
Alex just smirked self-satisfied, obviously feeling rejuvinated. "Nah, I gotta
go. Thanks anyway."
And with that, the older man turned around and left, leaving behind Brian,
sitting all alone on his rumpled bed.
Squinting into the glaring early morning sun, Alex couldn't help but grin
happily. He slowly started to walk down the street, whistling a happy tune.
One thing for sure, Pittsburgh wasn't half bad after all.
THE END.
Heaven and Hell
by Gaby
Alex thought he had seen it all, but Pittsburgh really took the cake.
Congratulations, you found the most boring place on Earth—and beyond,
he decided. No wonder his target had hidden here: nobody would look for the perp
in this town.
