With his train of thought being thus inclined, Alex found himself getting
increasingly frustrated with his enforced solitude and celibacy and resolved to
do something about it. Bodily safety, after all, was not worth much if one did
not put said body to good use.
So Fox Mulder was pleasantly surprised to be waylaid by the rather impatient
Ratboy one night as he was approaching his apartment. Krycek sped up to him in
a nondescript sedan and threw open the passenger side door with the hurried
order, "Get in!"
Mulder took all of one second to contemplate the risks of jumping into a
vehicle with a suspected assassin and double agent before deciding the rather
substantial benefits far outweighed them and diving in head first. The car
never did fully stop.
Alex found his neck being nibbled on rather enthusiastically by Mulder, who,
foolishly, had not bothered to fasten his seatbelt before starting in on
dessert.
"Put on your seat belt, Mulder," Alex instructed, restraining him with one
hand.
Mulder pouted with better than his usual pout (he really craved chocolate
covered Alex), but Alex was firm in his resolve. "Wait until we get there,
Mulder; it will be worth it," he said as he adjusted himself. Mulder did,
after all, have that effect on him.
Having been denied his sweet craving, Fox decided to return like for like and
torture Alex in return. With this in mind, he slowly undid his zipper and
pulled himself out. Slowly stroking, he arched his head back and began to
groan, causing Alex to swerve dangerously.
"Fox! Put that away! Are you trying to cause an accident?"
"More like I am working towards a collision of sorts," Fox leered in
response.
Alex, desperate for some sudden impact of his own, pulled into the very next
parking lot he could find. Which happened to belong to an art supply store.
He quickly parked the car by the back door, yanked Mulder out of the car (still
undone, so to speak), and had the lock to the store opened quicker than a
hooker opens their legs to Richard Gere. After doing a quick scan for
nonexistent burglar systems, he pulled Mulder up and down the aisles, picking
up items as he went. He stopped in the center of the store when he spotted the
skeleton like model frame of an airplane, done in heavy metal. Obviously
someone's idea of art. He contemplated it thoughtfully.
Mulder didn't like the gleam in his eye. In fact, it rather alarmed him. But
he started to back away too late and quickly found himself, spread eagle and
naked, taped to the frame. He then began to eye the pile of equipment Alex had
gathered. There were:
Even more nerve wracking than the assortment of toys was the glimmer in Alex's
wicked green eyes as he approached and said, "Fox, I am going to make you a
work of art..."
Taking a deep breath, Fox watched apprehensively as Alex sauntered up to him in
his usual feline manner. He took the selection of felt pieces from the table
and trailed them over Fox's taut belly.
"I think you're waiting to get felt, aren't you, Agent Mulder?" Mulder, who
was more than just a little bit ticklish, began to wriggle within the confines
of his restraints. He sucked in his abs, attempting to retreat from the
tickling of the fabric in Alex's hands, but he stood no chance. The wicked
smile on Alex's face told its own tale as he trailed the felt up and down the
cringing man's body.
The trailing strips of material brushed over the fine lines of fur on Mulder's
stomach, and from there to the groove that pinpointed the joining of his leg
with the trunk of his body. As the fabric trailed down his inner thigh to the
side of his knees, Mulder began to whimper a little.
Alex leaned to kiss him, his lips just barely brushing the wonderful lips that
parted for him gladly. As Mulder put out his tongue in an attempt to taste
Alex, the rat bastard drew back, and began to trace his lips with a fine, sable
paintbrush.
As Mulder thrashed his head from side to side, Alex began to chuckle.
"What's the matter, Fox? Do you want to give me the brush off?" The howl of
fury that greeted his words made him laugh all the more. Dropping the fine
brush, he took up a rather stiffer bristle brush, meant for poster paints, and
attacked Fox's nipples.
He swirled the brush around and around the dark rose nubs, watching as they
stiffened into small peaks. Mulder arched his back a little, and Alex could
not resist bending to take one rosy swelling between his teeth, sucking on it
and stretching it in his teeth. Fox made a sound in the back of his throat
that seemed to signal contentment, and Alex continued with the bristles,
flicking the nipples back and forth as he watched Mulder's face turn from
control to wanton abandonment before his eyes.
Reaching for the pots of finger paint, Alex took the orange paint, making a
great production out of unscrewing the cap. Dipping his forefinger into the
pot, he began to write on Mulder, concentrating hard, and putting his tongue
between his teeth as he carefully inscribed Fox's belly with Cyrillic script.
"Hey, I could get into performance art. This is very cool. Hang on, I have an
idea." Mulder groaned as Alex skittered away, leaving him aroused, but cooling
his ardor as the irritating love of his life began turning over pots and
containers, searching. Finally uttering a muted war whoop, he returned to
Mulder's side bearing a little pot of something from which smoke was rising.
"Agent Mulder, your artistic education has been sadly lacking, but I'll make it
up to you. Tonight, I'm going to teach you about Batik." He dipped the
paintbrush into the pot of smoking wax and began to paint on Mulder's thighs.
Mulder screeched as the hot wax hit him, and Alex chuckled. Taking the finger
paints, Alex began to trail a rainbow pattern over his artwork, and before
long, a very creditable drawing of a fox appeared on the cringing agent's
thighs.
Taking pity on his poor benighted lover, Alex finally leaned over and applied
his lips to Mulder's in a long, lush kiss that had Mulder straining up to press
as much of him as he could against his tormentor. Alex probed with his tongue,
tasting the sweet breath of the man he had bound up in front of him. He could
see Mulder's cock beginning to fill, lazily jerking itself into stiffness as
the two of them traded kiss after kiss.
"Mmm, as much as I'd like to do this all night," Alex pulled back and sighed,
"there are still a few things I want to do to you while I have you at my
disposal." He ignored Mulder's raised eyebrow and turned to the pile of
supplies he'd gathered. Placing a hand on his chin in a contemplative gesture
Mulder found surprisingly endearing, he picked up a small white bucket. "I'll
be right back."
Mulder strained to see what Alex had in his hands, but the other man
disappeared before he could make it out. Fighting half-heartedly against his
restraints, Mulder anticipated what was about to happen to him. Knowing Alex,
whatever it was would be worth the wait.
"Here we go," Alex said, walking toward his captive, stirring whatever was in
the bucket with a long, flat wooden stick. "I think you'll like this." He
turned the bucket so Mulder could read the writing on the side.
"No way. There is no way you're putting that on me."
"Come on, Fox, where's your sense of adventure?" He kept stirring the plaster
of Paris, the wicked grin on his face widening until he was beaming. "Don't
you know that all the biggest porn stars immortalize their assets this way?"
"Alex, you're kidding me. What if it gets stuck?" Mulder's voice hitched
slightly on the last word.
Shaking his head as if his lover were the most naive creature on the earth,
Alex dug a hand into his pants pocket and pulled out a small jar. Mulder
immediately recognized the vaseline label. "Just call me a Boy Scout," he
said, answering Mulder's unvoiced question.
"I've got a few other things I'd rather call you," Mulder said, squirming as
Alex approached him.
"Relax, babe." He put down the bucket in order to open the jar and scooped out
some of its contents. Watching Mulder's face turn from a grimace to a
half-smile, he started rubbing the vaseline all over Mulder's erection. "Trust
me, I've done this before. Besides," he began gently stroking the stiffening
cock, "I want a memento of my artistic genius."
Mulder's head dropped back, and he closed his eyes, aware only of Alex's hand
on his hot flesh. "Okay," he whispered, "but you have to tell me what you
wrote."
Alex kissed Mulder's exposed throat and chuckled. "It's Russian."
Mulder grunted. "Obviously. What does it—" he gasped as Alex squeezed him.
"What does it say?"
Alex didn't answer at first, instead licking and biting Mulder's collarbone,
leaving red marks that would be easily hidden by a dress shirt. Mulder was
about to repeat the question when Alex suddenly raised his head. "Property of
Alex Krycek." The glint in his eye made Mulder's heart skip a beat, and he
swallowed hard.
"Okay..." It came out sounding weaker than Mulder had intended, and Alex
laughed.
"Yeah, it's more than okay. It's the truth." He stepped back and picked up
the bucket. "Let's do this, shall we?"
Mulder looked at Alex expectantly as he poured some of the plaster into a
container that looked a little like a pitcher. "So, do I have to stick it in
there?"
"You make it sound so romantic. Actually..." Alex narrowed his eyes and
started undoing the tape that was keeping Mulder in place. "I need you
vertical for this so you can," he smiled, sweetly, "stick it in there, as you
so eloquently put it."
The smile on Mulder's face gave Alex pause.
"If you try anything, I'll take your clothes and run out of here so fast. I
don't think you'd like to be found here in the morning, stark naked and covered
in finger paint, do you?"
Mulder shook his head. "You're the boss." In reality, he was curious to see
how this little project turned out.
"That's what I like to hear." Alex finished removing the tape and helped
Mulder stand. "This may get a little uncomfortable because you have to be
relatively still."
"What if I... I mean, what if it..."
"I'll take care of keeping you interested." Alex winked and picked up the
container. "Ready?" He took hold of Mulder's cock and placed the tip into the
plaster.
"Whoo!" The yelp was involuntary, and Mulder started laughing. "It's cold."
"You'll get used to it," Alex said, working until Mulder's erection was fully
immersed. "Shouldn't be too long. This is quick setting."
"How long are we—" The question was cut off by another luscious kiss, and
soon Mulder lost all train of thought as his mouth was lovingly assaulted by
his former partner. As they continued to kiss, Alex placed Mulder's hands
around the container and urged him to hold it in place.
"Don't move," he whispered against parted lips. "I want to make sure I have a
good mold." He moved until he was standing behind Mulder and started to trail
his hands over the smooth, firm muscles of his lover's back. As he began to
massage Mulder's neck and shoulders, he felt him relax. "Hold on, Fox."
Mulder nodded his head in reply and soon felt hot, wet kisses snaking down his
spine. He shivered at the sensation and had to keep reminding himself to stay
still. When he felt Alex begin to lick the small of his back, he almost
dropped the pitcher-thing (as he'd taken to calling it). "Sorry."
"It's okay. I'm going to have to ask you to move, anyway," Alex purred as he
licked lower. "Be very careful and spread your feet apart for me. I'll steady
you." He placed his hands on Mulder's hips. Slowly, Mulder inched his feet
apart until Alex told him to stop. "That's perfect."
"Great. How much longer-" His words were cut short by the unexpected feeling
of Alex's hand moving between his legs to his balls, cautiously fondling one
then the other. Impossibly, more blood rushed to his cock and he whimpered
slightly. The last straw was when he felt the wet heat of Alex's tongue
creating a scalding trail down his ass until it was lingering at his entrance.
Fuck it, he thought as he dropped the container and turned around before Alex
could react.
"What the hell-"
Mulder grabbed the startled man and smiled. "Payback's a bitch."
Alex was still blinking in surprise when Mulder pushed him down on his hands
and knees and told him to get rid of his clothes and then stay put. Watching
to make sure Alex obeyed, Mulder grabbed a handful of the carved wooden beads
and the wood glue and rapidly stuck several of the beads together. While he
waited for the glue to dry, he picked up the brick of modeling clay and grabbed
a bottle of water that was under the counter. He pulled off a piece of the
clay and placed it in the small of Alex's back, grinning when the other man
flinched slightly. He poured some of the water onto the clay and starting
smearing the resulting slick mud around, sliding his hands under Alex to stroke
the clay onto his chest, tweaking at the already hardened nipples.
Alex groaned, knowing how much it was going to itch when the clay started to
dry on his skin, but not caring just then. The feeling of Fox's hands sliding
slickly over his body overpowered any other considerations, and he started to
squirm, wanting to feel them everywhere. Mulder watched him, heat blazing in
his eyes, one hand continuing to stroke Alex like a favored toy while the other
tested the bonding of the wooden beads. He smiled wickedly when he found that
the glue had dried and the beads were securely stuck together.
Mulder reached for the jar of vaseline while Alex watched with wide eyes,
scooping out some with his fingers and spreading it on Alex's ass. Alex's eyes
drifted shut, and his teeth bit into his lower lip as he pushed back against
the fingers stroking teasingly over him. He moaned when one of Fox's fingers
worked its way inside him, rubbing the jelly into him, making him whine for
more.
Mulder laughed and added another finger, slowly stretching Alex, who had
dropped to his elbows in his attempt to push his ass further back. His other
hand was rolling Alex's balls gently, every move designed to arouse but never
fulfill. Alex moaned his name, begging for more, and Mulder took pity on him.
He picked up the long knobby staff he'd created by gluing the wooden beads
together and gradually worked it into Alex, pausing after each bead slid past
his anus to stroke the sensitive area, then pushing the next one in. By the
time six were inside him, Alex was nearly screaming with the pleasure of being
filled, of the textured beads pushing against his prostate, of Fox's fingers
caressing him, and he could barely hold himself up. Mulder pushed one more
bead inside, then released his new toy to pick up a feather from the small pile
Alex had brought over.
Alex whimpered desperately, knowing what Fox intended, but he didn't try to get
away. He yelped when Fox used the tip of the feather to tickle his anus around
the beads filling him, and he squirmed, yelling when the motion moved the beads
inside him over his sensitized gland. Mulder kept up the teasing for several
minutes, the feather moving from Alex's anus to his balls and back again, then
farther under him to flick over his stiff nipples. He traced what seemed to
Alex like every muscle in his body, only laughing when Alex writhed under the
tormenting touch and starting again. The feather moved along Alex's cock, the
tip probing at the sensitive opening, making Alex scream. Finally taking pity
on him — well, not really; Mulder just wanted to taste him — Fox twisted
under Alex and took the head of his cock into his mouth. He licked and sucked,
driving Alex closer and closer to the brink, each time stopping just as Alex
was about to come, then starting over to build the pleasure ever higher.
Finally, just when Alex thought he had to come, Mulder pulled away entirely,
leaving him wanting again.
This time, Alex couldn't hold still, and he spun around on his knees to grab at
Fox only to find that he wasn't there anymore. Dazed with arousal, it took him
a moment to react to the surprise, then he looked around for his lover. He
froze, his eyes widening, when he found Fox again. The older man had moved
back to the model frame and draped himself over it, his back to Alex and his
ass wriggling enticingly as he watched Alex over one shoulder. He spread his
legs as wide as he could, and stretched his arms out, gripping the frame so he
was spreadeagled over it.
Alex could only stare for long moments, watching the beads of fluid well up on
the head of Fox's cock. He had never thought that anything could look better
than Mulder had cuffed to his own bed and covered with their semen, but this
was beautiful. It should be illegal for Fox to ever wear clothes. He climbed
to his feet, whimpering when the strand of beads inside him shifted, and
started toward Fox, his eyes fixed on the ass squirming in front of him.
Picking up the Vaseline and a medium length, nicely thick piece of round-ended
teak, he approached.
"You ever take art classes in summer camp, Fox?" Alex asked on a shaky breath
as he slicked up the teak.
"Never went to summer camp... Alex?"
"Yeah?"
"Fuck me."
"Going to."
"Now...ow..." Fox whined loudly as the unyielding piece of wood twisted and
prodded its way into his ass. "What the fuck is that?"
"What makes you think it isn't me?"
"Not to take anything away from you, babe, but not even you can get this
stiff... oww, oh, shit!"
Alex pushed the length of wood deeper into his lover's squirming ass even as he
wiggled his own rear, moaning at the feel of those beads rubbing against his
prostate.
"Alex," Mulder panted, his hips involuntarily jerking against the object inside
of him. "Please..."
"Soon, baby. Very soon."
"Don't want it soon, want it now!"
"Shh."
"Don't tell me to shh. Fuck me, you prick!"
"Shut up, Fox..."
"Not until you fuck me."
"And I'm not gonna fuck you until you shut up, so now what?"
"Yes, you will."
"No, I won't."
"Oh, yes, you will."
Alex gritted his teeth as Mulder took a deep breath and started a godawful
racket.
"La la-la-la la la la-la..."
Desperate to shut Mulder the hell up, but unwilling to give in to the annoying
bastard, Alex looked around, mentally devising a way to accomplish his task.
Quickly, he grabbed for the tape again, securing one of Mulder's wrists, then
the other. He gave the other man's ass a hard smack with the palm of his hand,
smiling at the curses that were hurled his way, then went to work. He looked
from the teak to the felt, trying to decide which he wanted to use, then opted
for the wood. Mulder was going to pay him back royally either way, so he might
as well go for the item that would make his lover the most uncomfortable and
give him the most entertainment. He chose a short piece of wood that was not
much slimmer than the one still protruding from Mulder's ass, located an Exacto
knife, and painstakingly cut a groove into each end of the wood. Next, he cut
a length of wire and pressed it into the grooves of the teak, wrapping the wire
several times around the ends. Next, he ripped a long piece of tape from the
roll with his teeth and wrapped it around the middle of the wire. He chuckled
softly as he worked.
"MacGuyver who?"
Mulder stopped singing, wondering if he heard what he thought he heard.
"What?"
"Nothing. Uh... hey... you ever go horseback riding in camp?"
"I told you, I never fucking went to camp!"
"Oh, yeah. Forgot. Well, I did. Loved to ride. Haven't ridden in ages..."
"And what the hell has that..."
Mulder's last words were muffled as Alex shoved the wood into his mouth. "So,
I'm going to ride you." Slowly, he pulled the teak out of Mulder's ass,
smiling as the other man whimpered and moaned around the piece in his mouth.
Alex held on to the wire in the spot where he'd wrapped the tape, pulling the
bit taut against the corners of Mulder's mouth. Mulder groaned harshly,
fighting the restraint.
"Whoa. Easy now." Alex held the wire in one hand while he steadied Mulder's
hip with the other. When Mulder quieted, he grasped his cock at the base and
worked it into his prepared ass. Having denied himself as well as his lover
for far too long, Alex had all he could do to hold himself in check until he
could complete the connection. Then, finally, success.
Fox whimpered, wildly bucking against the presence within. His uncontrollable
thrashing shredded Alex's patience to bits, and the younger man pulled back on
the wire, caught his hip with his free hand, and started to slam into him.
The frantic movement of Alex's body created an equally violent counter movement
inside his ass. That sensation, combined with the brutal fucking he was giving
Mulder, proved too much for him to take. He doubled his efforts,
intermittently raising his hand and swinging it down to inflict stinging blows
on the older man's thighs and ass.
Mulder couldn't reach his cock, and since he couldn't speak, he had no way
of reminding Alex that he needed to be jerked off as he was being fucked. All
he could do was stand there and whimper and shriek and hope to God that Alex
would stop smacking and start jerking. Well... actually, he'd have liked Alex
to do both, but since the man only had two hands...
Alex was sobbing now, pounding into Mulder with short, fast strokes, and then
his screams of satisfaction were echoing through the aisles, registering in
Mulder's frazzled brain as sounds of completion. He twitched a few times, then
slumped over his lover, whining softly. His grip on the makeshift bit
loosened, and Mulder was able to spit the thing out of his mouth.
"Alex..."
No answer.
Mulder bucked, jostling Alex back to himself. "Hmm?"
"You're not done."
His strained tone filtered through the fog that had permeated Alex's brain.
"Not done?"
"No. You got yours, motherfucker..." Mulder hissed. "Now gimme mine!"
Alex blinked at him, too dazed to form a coherent response. Mulder wanted his.
He knew this statement was important but, at the moment, couldn't remember
exactly why.
Mulder bent his head, painfully contorting his neck and causing the tendons to
bulge in sharp relief. Alex moaned his appreciation for the aesthetic form
before him, then caught his breath on a hiss as Mulder viciously tore off the
tape encircling his wrist with his sharp teeth, then quickly released himself.
Now free of the contraption, Mulder took a menacing step towards him, and Alex
was immediately mesmerized by the erotic sway of Mulder's engorged, dripping
cock. Alex's mouth went suddenly dry, and he felt the sudden, blinding pain of
desire, despite his recent orgasm.
Mulder moved even closer, until Alex could feel the other man's hot, panting
breaths against his cheek. He angled his face blindly for a kiss, but Mulder
eluded him, stepping quickly back. Alex watched, entranced, as Mulder trailed
his long fingers down the back of his thighs, swirling them through the come
that had dripped out of his asshole to cover his thighs.
He lifted his hand slowly and meticulously painted a careful swath across
Alex's chest. Taking a step back, Mulder admired his handiwork. He whistled
softly and shook his head. "You're a work of art just like this."
Alex moaned and moved towards Mulder in an instinctive daze, dying to touch and
taste and lick and suck. Mulder quickly stepped even further back, and Alex's
momentum landed him on the floor. He lay there, confused and aching.
Mulder cocked his head and considered the man sprawled as his feet with a
critical glance. "Well, you're certainly decorative as you are," he murmured,
"but I'm sure there's something I can do to improve on the original."
"God, Mulder, just fuck me," Alex moaned, spreading his legs in a blatant
invitation. Mulder simply ignored him and continued to stare at him with the
detached air of a critic. In desperation, Alex pulled the sculpted beads from
his ass and reached for the jar of Vaseline that lay nearby on the floor and
began working his own fingers to stretch himself further. Mulder's cock
twitched visibly at the sight, but the expression on his face didn't change.
Alex moaned in frustration and began to fuck himself harder. He stopped
abruptly when Mulder barked a terse command to quit. Bending to rummage
through the pile of supplies, Mulder picked out a jar of finger paint. He
casually kicked the Vaseline across the floor and handed Alex the small pot.
"Use this instead."
With shaking hands, Alex opened the jar and dipped his fingers in the thick,
chartreuse paint. Opening himself even further to the other man's gaze, he
began to work the vibrant green pigment into his hot, open channel.
Mulder's eyes narrowed, and he gave a small, satisfied grin before rummaging
again to come up with the heated wax. "So, you like Batik, hmm, Alex?" he
asked, his husky tones dripping with evil intent.
Alex gasped with luxuriant pain as Mulder bent over him and carefully applied
the searing wax to each of his nipples. Before the wax could cool or dry,
Mulder sprinkled silvery glitter across the other man's chest. He knelt
between Alex's splayed thighs and carefully brushed the excess glitter off his
chest. Reaching down, he grabbed Alex's furiously pumping hand and pulled it
away. Mulder sat back on his haunches and admired the picture in front of him.
Alex's ass and balls were painted in a lurid green that almost rivaled the
color shooting out of his desperate eyes. His heaving chest caused the faint
light in the shop to sparkle and reflect off of the tight, decorated nipples.
Sighing with satisfaction, Mulder nodded his head. "Now you're ready."
Mulder dragged Alex up to his feet and draped him over the frame, ass out to
greet him. He pressed himself into the bright green opening, the tight heat
and slickness that surrounded his cock making him moan. Pressing his forehead
into Alex's back, he dug himself into the smooth hole, his hands on the other
man's hips. He rested for a second, but then started moving in and out of Alex
with strong thrusts, making his buttocks quiver. Leaning back for better
friction, he looked down at an unbelievable scene; the green paint inside
Alex's ass had turned his cock a bright green, and rivulets of sweat, come,
vaseline and paint had run down Alex's thighs, leaving trails of green behind
them.
It didn't take long for Mulder to come, pounding into Alex's ass, shouting
something totally incoherent. He slumped forward, his weight supported by the
man on the frame under him.
Hey lay there on top of Alex panting, gasping for air for more than a few
minutes. Finally with a groan, he pulled out and brought them both down to lie
on their sides on the floor. Mulder noticed that his sweat had made the dried
clay on the back of Alex moist again. He reached for the paint spatula nearby
and started making a design on Alex's back. He smiled to himself as a wicked
thought crossed his mind.
He rolled Alex over onto his back and kissed him deeply, his tongue probing
inside. As he distracted Alex, he reached for the tape and bound his hands
above his head to the metal frame. Alex pulled away from the kiss with a gasp
and yanked on his bonds, but they didn't free. "What are you doing?"
"I think you need some finishing touches, Alex." The gold flecks in Mulder's
eyes sparkled like the glitter on Alex's chest. He gave Alex one more kiss
before he stood and made his way over to the sink in the corner. After wetting
a cloth, he returned to Alex where he proceeded to wash his cock free of the
various substances that coated it, making sure to linger at the more sensitive
spots. By the time he was done, Alex's cock was hard and leaking. "Do not
come," Mulder commanded of Alex.
Alex whimpered as he watched Mulder pick up the calligraphy set. He chose the
finest brush available and selected a bottle of ink with a flourish. "Do you
know what indelible means?" Mulder purred.
Alex was going to say something but only gasped as Mulder grabbed the tip of
his cock. With one hand, Mulder kept it steady while he wrote with the other.
The feel of the bristles along his cock was exquisite, scratching, soothing,
wet. He moaned and whimpered.
"Don't come, Alex."
A few seconds later, Mulder was sitting back, pleased with himself. Alex could
not see what had been written as it was along the side.
"What... what did you write on me?"
"You'll find out soon enough. It'll take a week or two for it to wash off."
Mulder giggled to himself and tweaked one of Alex's wax encased, glittered
nipples. He then started laughing harder, falling back so he was lying on the
floor.
"What?" Alex asked. "What are you laughing at?"
Mulder just laughed harder.
"Mulder, what the hell is so funny?" Alex squirmed in his bonds.
Mulder laughed some more, then spoke, "You. You look like some demented
tribesperson covered in all that gunk."
"You're the one who created this work of art. I, on the other hand, think
you look pretty darn good. I may even sell you to the Museum of Modern Art."
Alex squirmed some more until his fingers felt something beneath them. It was
the saw; it must have fallen to the floor at some point. He used it to cut
himself free and was soon towering over Mulder.
"Funny, huh?"
"Hey, how did you..." his sentence was cut short by a blood-curdling scream as
Alex ripped the wax off of his thigh, taking the hairs with it.
"Oh, it can't be that bad; millions of women do this every day." Alex ripped
off another piece of the wax, making Mulder scream again. "You know, you
shouldn't laugh at me, Fox. My feelings get hurt very easily." Alex reached
for something behind him and placed it above Mulder's head before he straddled
his waist. "And when my feelings get hurt, I need to exact revenge."
Alex smiled as he slid up Mulder's chest, the green paint and come seeping from
his ass leaving a sticky trail behind. He brushed his cock against Mulder's
lips until he opened his mouth and took it inside. Mulder's mouth was warm and
wet and just what Alex needed at that moment. He watched as Mulder took almost
the entire length down his throat, his tongue flicking over the head. Alex
moved his hips back and forth, leaving a bright green stain on Mulder's chest
as he fucked his mouth.
His breathing quickened, and he leaned over to run his hands through Mulder's
hair. He was close; it wasn't going to be long now. "Yeah, baby, suck
it... yeah..." Alex reached for the can of spray paint above Mulder's head,
shook it and sprayed Mulder's hair with it. Mulder tried to object but could
only offer muffled protests as Alex shot his load down his throat. Alex thrust
a few more times then collapsed to the side, gasping for air, sweat covering
his body.
After a few minutes he felt he could move again. He reached behind him,
scratched at the dry (and now very itchy) clay on his back and wondered just
how many showers it would take to get all of this stuff off of him. He glanced
over at Mulder, who was lying on the floor, too exhausted to argue about the
purple mohawk he now sported.
Alex groaned as he sat up, tired but satisfied and suddenly very hungry. Maybe
he and Mulder could get some food on the way home. A wicked thought crossed
his mind involving cold cuts and potato salad but was soon replaced with
something else. He never did see what Mulder had written on his cock. He
looked down at his spent cock and turned it so he could see the writing. "In,
rod?" Alex laughed, "What the hell does that mean?"
"If found, return to Fox Mulder."
Rowanne@msn.com
The Art Shop
by The Round Robin Bandits
Alex was bored, as usual. He had spent the last two weeks holed up in a
singularly ugly room with four brick walls (250,672 bricks to be exact) with
nothing to occupy him but his own fantasies. Said fantasies revolving more and
more around getting one Fox Mulder, Special Agent of the FBI, in his grasp and
under his, um, thumb, once again. Preferably naked. And sweaty. And hard...
Various size and textured paint brushes
Modeling clay
Quick set plaster of Paris
Finger paints (edible and flavored of course!)
A calligraphy set (with fine tipped brushes for delicate work)
14 gauge wire (heavy duty, with lots of bend)
A selection of felt swathes
A paint spatula
A can of glitter
A spray can of rather garish purple paint
A handful of feathers
Several assorted pieces of teak wood, nicely smoothed and beautifully hard
A saw
Beads
Wood glue
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