"Exactly my point! You knew it was some kind of alien technology
and that we had
no idea what it was or what it did. The intelligent thing to do would be to
test it, find out more about it before fucking around," Krycek snarled. "For
that
matter, what makes you so sure it's a time machine? This could as easily be
some
planet on the other side of the universe as a prehistoric Earth!" His temper
wasn't improved by the steamy heat that was parboiling him in his leather pants
and jacket. "Oh, like you're the posterboy for intelligent choices!" Mulder
snapped. Krycek's eyes narrowed. "So true, Fox. After all, I chose you as a
lover," he
bit out before stalking away. Mulder's jaw dropped, then snapped shut in
dismay. He hadn't meant to actually
hurt Alex; he was just pissed off at himself and taking it out on the other
man.
He never knew what Alex would take to heart, and he was too emotionally
involved
himself to accurately profile the man. He took off after his lover, not
wanting Alex to face whatever dangers might be
out there alone, nor did he want to be left alone while the only other human
being around disappeared over the horizon. Of course, with all the heavy
vegetation, the horizon was only about six inches from the end of his nose, but
he still wanted to stick close. Within five paces Mulder was completely lost
and had lost sight of Krycek as
well. He tried calling Alex's name, hoping he wasn't announcing himself as a
tasty treat to any indigenous lifeforms, but nothing approached him, not even
Alex. He sat down with a groan on a storm-blasted stump after checking it
suspiciously to make sure it wasn't some man-eating reptile or
something. "You lost?" The sudden voice made Mulder screech and jump,
ending up flat on his back when he
overbalanced and toppled backward off the stump. He blinked dazedly, swearing
that if he ever got home again, he would never, ever touch another alien
artifact
before it was tested. His eyes focused on a young man smirking down at him,
changeable sea-green eyes sparkling with suppressed mirth. Mulder's mouth
watered
at the vision before him. If not for the smirk that reminded him uncomfortably
of
Alex, he might have thought he'd seen an angel. "Were you planning on staying
down there for a while, or would you like a hand
up?" Laughter was audible in the attractively accented voice, jarring Mulder
out
of his contemplation. He flushed and scrambled to his feet, eyeing the newcomer
suspiciously. "Who are you and how did you get here?" Sandy eyebrows rose
at the adversarial tone. "I'm Ben Ken'ba, and I got here in a
ship. The question is, how did you get here? There haven't been any other
ships
recently, and I know you weren't on mine. And who are you? I've never seen
clothes like that." Ben eyed the bedraggled Armani suit derisively. Mulder
stared back, his own eyes raking over the stockier man, taking in the
single white lock in the short hair, the black leather vest fastened by matte
steel clasps, the form-fitting black leather trousers, and the supple leather
sword belt complete with sword and dagger. His own eyebrows rose in an
expression
Scully would have been proud of. "I'm Special Agent Mulder, FBI." Ben
regarded him blankly. "Is that supposed to mean something to me?" The words
meant nothing to him, nor did Qui-Gon recognize them when he mentally checked
with his bondmate. Mulder sighed. "No, I guess not if this is some
prehistoric time. But that
doesn't make sense if you're here. Homo sapiens hadn't developed yet when the
Earth was at a tropical stage." "Earth?" Ben asked. "Never heard of it. This
is Jalkab VI." Mulder blinked. Although he'd half expected that answer or
something similar,
actually hearing it made the bottom drop out of his stomach. He swallowed hard,
licked his lips, and couldn't think of a single thing to say. Ben's attention
was drawn to the most luscious mouth he'd ever been privileged to
see. Even a courtesan in the Bitch's court would have envied it. He couldn't
resist leaning in and nibbling on the damp, glistening lower lip. The stranger
gasped softly, his lips parting, and Ben took advantage by deepening the kiss.
It
was strange to kiss someone else while he could feel his bondmate observing in
the back of his mind, but Qui-Gon seemed to be enjoying the experience as much
as
he was. He let his hands curve over the stranger's nicely rounded butt, noting
the odd metal object that was probably some sort of projectile weapon as he
dragged the other man closer. Mulder's hands had risen to Ken'ba's hips when
he was wrenched out of the man's
arms and tossed backward, once again ending up on the ground. The possessive
snarl still ringing in his ears told him that Alex was back. "Who the fuck
are you?" Alex demanded, making sure to stay between the stranger
and Mulder. Ben glared back. "Nice greetings you people have on your
planet." Krycek was momentarily taken aback by the reference to planets, but
he had other
priorities just then. "At least we don't customarily poach on other people's
territory!" "Poach?" Ben gave him a blank look. "Keep your fucking hands
off Mulder! He's mine." Mulder's eyebrows rose again, and he made a mental
note to discuss that comment
with Alex at some later date. It was rather possessive considering that they
could barely be said to have a relationship. They were adversaries who
sometimes
slept together. Okay, who often slept together. And come to think of it, they
hadn't been too adversarial since they started sleeping together. The
increasing volume and acrimony of the discussion between the two black
leather-clad men drew Mulder's attention back to them. Despite his total
disbelief that they were fighting over him, he had to admit that they looked
his
own personal definition of heaven. Ben was a couple of inches shorter, but they
had similar body types edible and were well matched. Both had an air of
honed readiness and were currently on the knife-edge of violence. "My money's
on Alex," Mulder mumbled, thinking of everything he knew about
Krycek. While this other guy looked like he knew how to handle himself, Alex
had
survived the Consortium, being a triple agent, and Mulder himself. What could
Ben
possibly have gone through that could compare to that? "I wouldn't be too
sure about that," a quiet voice put in behind him. Mulder jumped, but he was
almost getting used to people suddenly appearing around
him by now. He twisted around and looked up at the newcomer. This one was tall,
with piercing blue eyes and long, silvering brown hair that flowed past his
shoulders. His nose, as prominent a feature as Mulder's own, appeared to have
been broken at some point. The mobile mouth neatly framed by a short beard and
moustache moved, and Mulder tore his attention from the long, lean body covered
in loose-fitting cream and brown to listen to what he had to say. "One on
one, no one has ever defeated Ben. He has the advantage of Jedi and Arena
training." Qui-Gon glanced from the battling twosome to the very attractive man
at his feet and offered a hand up. "That's why he usually refrains from this
sort
of thing. Unfortunately, however, he has a temper, and he was already less than
serene thanks to you." His eyes flicked to Mulder's slightly kiss-bruised lips,
and the agent flushed. "Who are you two, and where are we?" Mulder asked,
trying both to change the
subject and find out what had happened to them. "I am Qui-Gon Jinn, a Jedi
master, and my bondmate there is Ben Ken'ba. But you
already knew that." He smiled faintly. "As for where we are, how is that you do
not already know that? How did you get here?" "Good question," Mulder sighed,
stepping slightly closer to Qui-Gon to avoid
being trampled by the other two, whose battle had moved in their direction.
That
distracted him, and his attention focused on the embattled pair. Both looked
somewhat battered, and Alex's shirt had somehow been ripped open, leaving him
as
bare-chested as his opponent. So far neither had pulled a weapon, seemingly
content to settle this with their bare hands. As Mulder and Qui-Gon watched,
Ben
tried to disable Alex with a dirty move, and Krycek smoothly moved
aside. "Your companion seems conversant with fighting," the Jedi master
observed. Mulder snorted. "You could say that. Then again, so does Ben." He
looked away,
breathing rapidly, unwillingly aroused by the sight of the two attractive men
fighting over him. He shifted uncomfortably, hoping his arousal wasn't visible
to
the other man. Qui-Gon smiled. "They are attractive, aren't they?" He moved
the tiny amount
necessary to press his body against Mulder's. Mulder swallowed a moan when he
felt the other man's erection against his belly,
and he involuntarily rubbed against him. When Qui-Gon's hands curved around his
buttocks, pulling him closer as Ben had done earlier, the moan escaped him.
Mulder flushed and leaned into the embrace. Qui-Gon shifted him slightly so
their
erections lined up then rubbed against him. Mulder's moan escaped him this
time,
and he arched into the other man's touch. Qui—Gon claimed Mulder's mouth in
another searching kiss. The wave of lust pouring along their bond made Ben
stumble and turn to stare at
Qui-Gon in disbelief. Luckily for him, Alex also turned to see what had
distracted him and stopped in his tracks. Alex glared at the tall stranger
wrapped around Mulder, his lips pulling back in
a possessive snarl. He and Ben stood frozen, inches apart, identical dark looks
on their faces as they watched their lovers try to devour each other. The
former
combatants seemed to forget each other's existence, their full attention fixed
on
the other two. This time it was the wave of jealous rage washing through the
bond from Ben that
drew Qui-Gon's attention. He slowly released Mulder's mouth with a last,
lingering lick, keeping his arms around the near boneless man, and looked over
at
Ben. Seeing the hurt and anger burning dully in two pairs of green eyes, he
stretched out one arm toward the younger men, inviting them into the embrace.
At
the same time, he sent a wave of reassurance along the bond, reminding Ben of
his
love. Ben frowned darkly and kept his distance, stormy gaze fixed on
Qui-Gon's arm
around Mulder's waist. "Don't you think this is a rather peculiar reaction
from the man who kissed
Mulder first?" Qui-Gon inquired dryly. "You know that our souls are bonded and
that I love you. But I have to agree with your earlier assessment that he's a
most attractive man... and his lover is luscious." All three of the other men
flushed and looked at the Jedi master as if he were
mad. Alex regarded his still outstretched arm with the suspicion usually
reserved
for poisonous snakes. "Does everyone around here make a habit of seducing every
passing stranger?" he sniped. "Only the pretty ones," Ben returned, needling
Alex. Fortunately for everyone,
Alex was used to Mulder, and attempts to irritate him usually only amused him.
And hearing someone who looked like Ben call him and Mulder pretty was funny.
He grinned at the other man. "You must be exhausted then." Ben gaped at
him, taken aback, then burst into laughter. When he calmed down, he
lazily stroked one hand over Alex's chest, brushing aside the shredded remains
of
his shirt. As his fingers reached the waistband of the leather pants, running
teasingly along the edge, he tilted his face up. Never one to refuse an
invitation, Alex took the kiss he was offered. The tip of
his tongue lightly traced the outline of Ben's lips, moistening them, then he
nibbled gently, catching the lower lip between his teeth and tugging. He smiled
faintly at Ben's gasp before one hand raked through short, reddish blond hair
and
pulled him closer. His mouth closed over Ben's, his tongue nudging at the
younger
man's lips till they parted to let him in. Ben unconsciously moved closer to
the man kissing him, his arms sliding around
Alex to hold onto him. He met Alex's tongue with his own, tasting him. A groan
escaped him when Alex slid one hand down to his thigh and pulled his leg up to
wrap around his waist. The position aligned their cocks perfectly, and Ben's
leg
tightened involuntarily, pulling Alex even closer. Since Ben showed no signs of
pulling away, Alex allowed his hand to slide back up to his ass, then inside
the
tight leather pants to curve over the firm muscle. "Alex is a walking
invitation to sex," Mulder murmured prayerfully. "No more so than Ben,"
Qui-Gon responded quickly, both arms once again around the
FBI agent since their lovers seemed busy. "I don't know. Ben is gorgeous, but
Alex... Well, Alex is sex. Even people who
hate him want him. He's got the face of an angel and a body no one can resist.
I
still can't believe he's mine." Mulder nuzzled against the Jedi's shoulder like
a
contented cat as he spoke. "That description applies equally to Ben," Qui-Gon
pointed out. Mulder turned in his arms, leaning his back against the taller
man's chest, and
watched the younger pair attentively. "How about we agree that they're
even?" "That sounds fair," Qui-Gon agreed. The quiet conversation hadn't
distracted the other two from each other. On the
contrary, their hands had been busy, and both men were now naked from the waist
up. Boots were yanked off and pants unfastened to allow them to get closer
still.
Somehow they managed to remove the balance of their clothing without losing
contact with one another, and they slowly sank to the ground. The two
watching were unable to resist the temptation of all that tanned skin,
and they knelt on either side of Alex and Ben. Only when they brushed against
the
other two did the entwined pair realize that their lovers had joined them. Ben
raised his head to flash an incredibly guilty look at Qui-Gon, the first time
the
Jedi had ever seen such an expression on his bondmate's face. Qui-Gon pressed
a tender kiss on Ben's lips, telling him wordlessly that it was
all right. Eventually the fighter would realize that they could still be
attracted to others and that it didn't threaten their bond. Nothing could do
that, not even death. Searching sea-green eyes probed cerulean, then a smile
blossomed. Ben returned the kiss, sharing the taste of Alex with Qui-Gon while
the other two watched. "Now do you understand?" Qui-Gon asked. Ben
shrugged. "Not really, but I'm sure you'll explain it to me in excruciating
detail later. Right now, we have better things to do." By way of illustration,
Alex's hand glided along his pelvic bone to his rigid erection and stroked
firmly. Ben arched back into the other man's body, letting Alex support him
totally. Watching them, Qui-Gon and Mulder made haste to remove their own
garments. Within
moments, four bodies were intertwined on the ground, eight hands stroked heated
flesh, mouths suckled on sensitive parts, and tongues licked. One moment Mulder
might be kissing Qui-Gon while Alex sucked him, and the next he was screaming
his
pleasure into Alex's mouth as he rode Ben. They twisted apart and came together
again and again in varying combinations, each intent on bringing the greatest
possible pleasure to his partners. At one point Mulder distinctly remembered
straddling Qui—Gon's lap, his back to
the Jedi master's chest and filled by him, as they both watched Alex writhe and
wail his pleasure as Ben thrust into him. Mulder had no recollection of any
sort
of lubricant being used, but there was no pain, only pleasure as he rose and
fell
on Qui-Gon, driving them both ever closer to the brink. Suddenly, Qui-Gon
pushed
him forward onto all fours, pushing still deeper inside him. The new position
also placed his cock directly above Alex's greedy mouth, which instantly
latched
onto him. Mulder uttered a hoarse groan, unable to string two syllables
together to form a
word as he alternately pushed back onto Qui-Gon's cock and forward into Alex's
mouth. He whimpered his need as the sensations overwhelmed him, driving him to
the brink but not quite over. It was as if Qui-Gon knew exactly when to pause
to
snatch him back from climaxing. He squirmed between the two men, frantic pleas
pouring from his lips. When Ben and Qui-Gon simultaneously bit down on each of
his shoulders, the slight pain drove him over the edge, his body arching into a
tight bow as he came. Alex hummed with pleasure as his mouth was filled with
the familiar taste of
Mulder, and he sucked hard to capture every drop, then licked the softening
flesh
clean. Despite Mulder's whimpers as his tongue lashed the sensitized organ, he
refused to release him. He continued to suck lightly as Ben drove into him, and
his hands rose, one to Mulder's chest and the other to Ben's, to tease puckered
nipples. Both men squirmed when he did, making Alex and Qui-Gon gasp at the
sensation. Ben groaned and grasped Alex's hips, yanking him back to meet each
thrust,
driving himself even deeper inside the other man. Alex clamped down on him with
every thrust, holding him in a velvet vise, making the sensations ever more
intense. In addition, Ben could feel everything that Qui-Gon was experiencing
through their bond. It was as if he was inside both Mulder and Alex
simultaneously, and he felt Qui-Gon's lust at watching him as clearly as his
own.
He pushed forward into Alex, and Qui-Gon matched his motion. Sensing what Ben
wanted, Qui-Gon pulled out of Mulder and rolled him onto his
back beside Alex. When Mulder was positioned to his satisfaction, Qui-Gon slid
back inside him easily and began thrusting again. His hips moved in perfect
synchronization with Ben's, both men driving into their partners' bodies while
Alex and Mulder whimpered and moaned ecstatically. Mulder's cock was gradually
filling again from Alex's prolonged tease and the hard organ now rubbing over
his
prostate. His fingers dug into the rich loam beneath him, seeking something to
hang onto, then brushed against the fingers of one of Alex's hands. He
immediately interlaced his fingers with his lover's, clinging to him as
rapturous
pleasure rose in him again. Alex turned his head, blindly seeking his lover,
and latched onto his mouth in a
voracious kiss that Mulder returned. Their lips parted only to gasp in air
before
meeting again over and over. Ben and Qui-Gon shared equally hungry kisses as
they
took their new lovers, feeling a connection with the two men. Simultaneously,
as
if rehearsed, Mulder and Alex wrapped their legs around the others' waists,
pulling them deeper, and all four men cried out their release in the same
instant. The bondmates drove into the men beneath them once more, and again,
milking themselves of every bit of pleasure as Alex and Mulder convulsed in
their
climaxes. Qui-Gon and Ben sank down on top of the other two, gasping for air
in the
aftermath of their intense orgasms. Shifting to allow Mulder and Alex to
breathe,
they ended up in a four-way embrace. Somehow all three of the others ended up
using the Jedi master for a pillow, something which he pointed out in an
aggrieved tone. "But you're the biggest," Ben responded reasonably, raising
his head from his
lover's shoulder to smirk down at him. Qui-Gon grumbled, but truth to tell,
he was pleased to have them close. There was
something about the newcomers that drew him even as it had drawn Ben from the
first moment. He hoped they would have sufficient time to discover what it
was. Now sated and relaxed, Mulder and Alex took turns explaining to their
companions
how they came to be on Jalkab VI and what their world was like. Neither Qui-Gon
nor Ben had ever heard of any world that sounded like Earth, which disheartened
the other two. "No offense, but we have lives back home, and we'd like to get
back to them,"
Mulder said while Alex remained conspicuously silent. Mulder regarded him in
surprise. "Alex?" Krycek shrugged. "You may have family, friends, and a job
to go back to, Fox, but
the only thing I've cared about is you. And you're right here with me." When
Mulder could only stare at him in astonished silence, he added, "Besides, we
really have no way to get back home. It sounds like whatever sent us here was a
one-way trip." Qui-Gon's arms tightened around the three younger men. "You
are more than welcome
to travel with myself and Ben until you find a way home. In fact, we would be
pleased if you would do so." Not seeing any alternative aside from being
marooned alone on this steamy planet
and not really unhappy to be spending more time with the two men, Mulder agreed
and was rewarded by Alex's happy smile. "So, where to next?" he asked.
When Worlds Collide
by Orithain
"You had to do it, didn't you, Mulder?" Alex Krycek glared at the source of his
current misery. "You had to poke at that damned whatever it was. I told you
to
leave it alone!" "Well, how was I supposed to know that just touching it would
activate it and that it was some sort of time machine?" Mulder sounded
aggrieved.
