Endings
by Czara
Murdoch Family Estate
"Time for your punishment Alex... you've slept enough."
Before Alex could understand what Garren had whispered, he was pulled up and
into an embrace. Garren kissed him, and Alex groggily tried to push the hot
tongue out of his mouth. His head was held in a firm grip, and Garren
breathed hotly against Alex's lips.
"First the punishment and then the pleasure, Alex." Another passionate kiss,
more reminiscent of a lion feeding on a kill. "Such pleasure, beautiful one."
Alex pushed off the remaining dregs of the drug and tried to escape Garren's
tight grip. Garren stood, holding Alex to him, arranging the smaller man
until Alex was on his knees facing him, his face pressed into Garren's neck,
while Garren's hands traveled lecherously down his back. Suddenly Garren
pulled Alex off the bed, sat himself on the edge of the bed and pulled Alex
to lay face down on Garren's strong thighs. Alex realized what was going to
happen, and he grew still and rigid. He'd be damned if he gave the bastard
the pleasure of struggling and crying out.
Garren admired his little cat's sleek body and caressed the smooth, hairless
flesh of the taut, round buttocks. He raised his hand, delivering the first
blow to the ripe buttocks, smiling gently as Alex tensed but made not a
sound. He knew better than to think he could make Alex count out the blows.
His mate would rather be beaten to death than to show any sign of weakness or
obedience... and as Garren had no intention of permanently harming Alex, he
avoided setting up a power struggle that he was not prepared to win at Alex's
expense. He paused to admire the flush of red on the tanned skin.
"How did you get a tan here, Alex?" He asked conversationally as he pinched
the red flesh, hard.
"From the sun," Alex spit out.
Garren delivered the second blow, harder than the first, and Alex gave a
small grunt.
"Sarcasm, my love, will not be tolerated."
Alex gasped in his breath, "I don't give a fuck what you will, or won't,
tolerate!"
In quick succession, three more painful smacks were delivered to his muscular
backside. Alex bit his lower lip to keep from making any sound. He wouldn't
have believed that a spanking could hurt so much.
Garren was entranced by the crimson stain. "You are so beautiful, Alex." He
trailed a finger down the deep crease and licked his lips hungrily as that
digit found the tight, puckered flesh where in he longed to plunge. He wet
his finger and using one hand to spread the tight cheeks he stroked the
tight, pink flesh, gently and reverently.
"Do you want me yet, Alex?" Garren wanted his cat to writhe beneath him, in
panting pleasure. He knew soon the spore would take effect and Alex would be
begging to be stroked.
"Not ever!" Alex hissed, a flush of humiliation staining his pretty face.
"I'll never want you!"
Garren smiled as his finger pushed in just the smallest bit. "Oh, I think
you will."
"Not a chance!"
"Have you forgotten so quickly, the meadow and the pleasure I gave you? Have
you forgotten how you begged for more, pretty cat?" Garren used a nail to
scrape the tender flesh slowly, watching as it twitched in response.
Alex flushed and remained silent.
He slapped the taut flesh twice more before landing one blow to the tender
flesh just beneath the round buttocks.
"Soon, little cat, you will need to be with me... no one else will be able
to satisfy you the way you will come to crave. Only me. I have claimed you
body and soul."
"No!" Alex was convinced that Garren was wrong... he wanted Garren to be
wrong.
Garren raised his hand for one last smack and Alex remained stubbornly silent
as the pain hit him, jerking his legs a small bit in reaction.
"That's all, Alex. No more pain. I know you are unused to such... education.
Now for the rest. You tell me when you are ready for the pleasure." With
that, he gently lifted Alex off his thighs and set him on the bed.
To Alex's surprise, Garren rose and went to the small bar, inset in the wall.
He poured some more of the drugged water, to give his cat after the sex, and
poured himself some fresh water. Alex was eyeing the door and glaring at
Garren. Garren watched his beauty, entranced by the flush that was starting
to come up on the whisker-roughened face. He would have to shave the pretty
tomorrow, he decided. A moan came out of those pretty, pink lips and he
smiled, drinking more water as Alex fought the inevitable.
Alex felt his body harden and throb, he could smell Garren across the room
and he was so beautiful, so strong. He shook his head to clear it and ran
his hands over his chest to pinch his own nipples. He closed his eyes so he
wouldn't see the vision across the room, and his hips lifted and fell, as his
legs spread.
Garren's body responded to his mate's arousal, and he growled. He shed his
clothes and waited for Alex to beg him to satisfy him. He didn't have to
wait long, as Alex writhed and begged Garren to take him.
"Oh please!"
"Please what, cat?"
"Please touch me... .oh God please t-touch me." Alex's greedy hands
frantically stroked his torso, fingers dipped into his mouth to be sucked and
licked.
"Say my name."
"Garren. Oh G-Garren."
"Are you mine?" Garren's voice was turning wild, as he struggled to control
the change.
"Yours... please... please fuck me... eat me... hurt me... anything just touch
me!"
Garren fell upon the muscular body and with little preparation he pushed
Alex's legs up to his chest and plunged into his tight heat. He spent the
next few minutes plunging in hard and fast, lapping at his mark on Alex's
neck, and infecting him further. He then rolled on to his back and let Alex
control the motion. He cupped Alex's ass, feeling the still hot flesh, and
settled back to enjoy watching his spore work its pleasant magic.
After a hot twenty, pumping minutes, Alex experienced the most incredible
orgasm of his life. He screamed and pumped himself on the thick cock. He
tossed his head as the walls of the room melted away, revealing an eternal
darkness. He wondered where the world had gone. There was nothingness;
blackness so dark, that nothing lived there. There was only the radiance of
Garren beneath him. He looked down at the unearthly beauty of Garren's face
and rode the cock until his vision clouded and he fell to Garren's broad
chest, kissing the hairless, gold skin dazedly. He was unconscious when
Garren rolled him over and finished with his own pleasure, the hot fucking
sounds like explosions in the lavish chamber.
When Alex came back to reality he really did feel like purring, so sated, so
aching. He felt himself cuddled close to a massive body, and he stretched
slowly as his ear lobe was nibbled gently, a hot tongue delving into his
sensitive ear. He pushed back against that body, languidly, enjoying the
hardness still inside him. Suddenly he pictured Fox doing the same thing in
bed with Skinner, and he came back to himself with an angry cry. He pulled
out of Garren's grip and rolled to the side of the bed, where he stood and
backed away from Garren.
Garren sighed. Alex would take time to train, but he had all the time in the
world. He rose and went to retrieve Alex's water.
"So, cat, we are back to fighting? Soon you will look back on this and
wonder why you ever denied yourself such pleasure."
Alex said nothing, but his eyes spat jade fire.
"You will see how much I adore you... how I will protect you and love you,
forever."
"I need protection from you!" Alex growled and tensed when Garren
approached him. His body was so tired, he knew it was pointless to resist.
At this point, his only hope was escape. He wondered if Fox had felt like
that with Skinner, and yet some part of him knew it wasn't the case... that
some part of Fox wanted to be with Skinner. He didn't want to explore that
idea at the moment, however.
Garren frowned. He didn't like that kind of talk. Immediately he thought
that Alex was wishing he were with the big, human ascendant. He pulled
Alex's head back by the thick, sable locks and forced the water to those
sex-swollen lips. He forced Alex to drink, all the while glowering jealously
down at him.
Alex struggled to drink the drugged water and not drown, his eyes locked on
Garren's enraged eyes.
When his reluctant mate had finished the water Garren scooped him up and
threw him on the bed. He covered the lean body with his own and growled out,
"You belong to me, Alex. No one will protect you from me... no one will touch
you but me!"
Alex turned his head and lay still. He was shaking with anger himself. To
be treated like some sort of rag-doll sex slave was nearly more than he could
stand. He had not been helpless since he was a young teenager and the
Consortium had begun his training. It was hard to swallow, hard to accept
that he was so easily overpowered and helpless. He smelled the big man above
him and despite himself he took in several hungry breaths... there was
something so compelling about Garren. Unconsciously he tried to move his
hips up to Garren's, but he was held still.
Garren deliberately held Alex down, not letting the stubborn man move an
inch, to prove to Alex that he was no match, that his very movements were
Garren's to control. He could scent Alex's renewed desire and smiled in
satisfaction. The spore would work on his mate, until Alex would crave
Garren's touch. He watched as, arousal or no, Alex slid into a drugged sleep
again. He napped a bit himself, holding Alex close.
He roused himself a bit later, and quietly left the room. He was displeased
to see several of his pack members lingering in the hall. They were no doubt
attracted to the smell of his mate. At a dark look, they hurried away. He
paused before closing the door. Alex's scent was so sweet and alluring. He
knew that his pack members would not trespass, but there were others in the
vicinity that might not respect Garren's claim. He couldn't stay and protect
him, however, as he had to attend to the security of the estate. He had
scented a strange smell drifting in from the window and he had to check it
out, but he resolved to come and check on Alex as soon as possible.
She waited, but still the male slept. It had been three hours since he had
taken the second dose of sedatives. She had slid inside him and tried to
wake him, but to no avail, the drug was strong. She slid back into him
anyway and shared his dreams, wishing she could force sight in the eyes she
opened, so she could see what he looked like in the mirror above, from his
perspective. He dreamed of a lovely man, and she thrilled to the erotic turn
of the dream; lush lips parted for this human's cock, sliding up and down
while lovely hazel eyes stared up filled with love. Sensing the approach of
the Ascendant, she slowly drifted up and out of the room to hover somewhere
above the vast estate.
Murdoch left the first floor and climbed the stairs to the third floor, where
Garren's suite of rooms was located. The Others still had some human
frailties and so they had to be allowed rest periods during the ceremony.
The entire closing would take several days and would come close to killing
the weakest of the group. In the end, they would all gain immeasurable
power, but until then Murdoch would have to let them rest between the steps.
He frowned, remembering Skinner's alertness as the rest of his brothers fell
to the cold marble in exhaustion. Skinner had carefully settled down on the
floor and closed his eyes calmly... more like a soldier who knew he had to
rest when he could, than a man who needed rest. If he didn't need the man,
Murdoch would gladly rip him apart for his trespass. He could sense already,
Skinner drawing some of his brothers to him. There would be a balance to
begin with, with neither having the advantage. However, Murdoch planned on
capturing the majority of the changed humans and would use them as
temptations to weaken what was quickly becoming Skinner's power base. He
already had dozens held in cages in the basement. Garren had hand-picked the
guards and ordered them to leave the humans be.
Going through the lushly furnished sitting room, Murdoch entered Garren's
bedchamber for the first time. All thoughts of the ceremony fled as he
stared at the pretty thief sprawled seductively on blood red satin. He knew
Garren would be furious of his trespass, but he was unconcerned. Garren was
busy with the security of the estate. It seemed that a group of humans, who
were aware of the ramifications of the closing, had organized an impressive
resistance. He had heard their death cries as the wolves had torn into their
ranks. The humans had screamed out curses in an ancient tongue, and Murdoch
knew that it was his ancient enemy, the Dorl, who had organized this attack.
The Dorl had existed almost as long as had the Mediggo and were just as
fervent, and just as capable of using the forces and entities from the other
places.
However, Murdoch was certain that Garren was more than capable in organizing
the wolves to defend the estate, even from this type of threat. The wolves
themselves lost all strategic reasoning once changed, but would go happily to
their death if Garren, but commanded them to do so. Such loyalty only the
blood could buy. Garren had ruled the pack all his adult existence as his
father had ruled before him. It was because of Garren's absolute rule over
the wolves that he was so valued by Murdoch, why Murdoch had elevated the man
above all others. And so, due to Garren's responsibility of defending the
estate, it was with impunity that Murdoch approached the bed in which Krycek
lay.
He sat on the edge of the bed and smelled the changed scent, that mingled
with the heady smell of sex. None of his little Foxling-look-a-likes smelled
so good, but of course, they had the advantage of resembling his sweet little
prince. He stroked the sable hair of his competition, and ran a hand over
the almost too-pretty face. He spent a moment stroking the pert nipples,
which were so enticingly perched on the tight, rounded pectorals. He moved
his other hand to cup and caress, roughly, the tender, male flesh resting
between the strong thighs. The smell of musk hit his nostrils and he licked
his lips. He wanted to bite this one, and make him scream in pain and
passion. The torso was athletic; defined strands of muscle over the ribs and
chest. Perfect. He willed the man awake and startling color peeked out from
black curtains of lash. Once fully awake, Krycek stared intently at Murdoch.
There was no fear in those eyes, only hate, and Murdoch smiled softly. That
would change. Pain had a way of making even the strongest fear him. He slid
his hand down the smooth column of Alex's throat, and he hissed in pain as
his hand was grabbed. He could hear his bones breaking in the strong grip.
He pulled his wounded hand away and glared at the rising beauty. "You have no
idea what you are dealing with, assassin."
Alex stood and didn't show any of his surprise as Murdoch's hand visibly
healed, the bones re-knitting with crunching speed, seeming to bubble under
the dark skin. "I know what you are going to deal with. I don't know how,
Murdoch, "Alex hissed, "But I'm going to kill you." He ached to kill him
now, to break every bone in his body; however, his instincts bade him wait.
A line from some Shakespeare play came to him, "Revenge is a dish best served
cold."
Murdoch smiled. "I like you, Alex. I can't wait to get you in my sling.
You will look so beautiful there... not so lovely as my Foxling, but beautiful
all the same."
Alex kept his rage inside, repeating to himself that this was not the time.
Murdoch... Skinner... all of them were... something different now. Murdoch
looked different than the last time Alex had seen him. It had been several
years since Alex had seen the man in person, but his position in society
guaranteed his image being plastered everywhere. As well, as the ADIC of the
Washington D.C., Murdoch had been very visible in the F.B.I. Always a big
man, Murdoch now seemed larger, more feral. The Halloween glow in his black
eyes promised revenge for his hand, but Alex didn't care.
Murdoch stalked over to the proud, unflinching killer and pulled the naked
vision in to his strong embrace. The cat, Alex, didn't struggle, just stared
with those slut eyes, and waited. Murdoch smiled, and that smile promised
pain.
Murdoch cupped the hard, round buttocks in his hands and squeezed cruelly.
"Did you like what Garren gave you? If I know him, then you begged for more.
Or are you a top? You probably liked taking Fox's cherry right from under
my nose, didn't you? Yes, you are a top. You probably don't like cock up
your ass." Murdoch patted the expressionless face. "That's too bad. You'll
just have to get used to it. I am going to ream you, pretty cat, and so will
many others. You are a possession now, not an individual whose feelings
matter. You are a plaything, a pleasure toy, a very valuable toy at that,
but in the end nothing more. I may let my Fox keep you as a prize, if he
pleases me." He pulled the tight cheeks of Alex's ass apart, lightly,
slowly. A thoughtful smile bared his white teeth, "You may have pleased
Garren too well though. He will not give you up so easily, will he?"
Alex studied the man before him, studied the way he breathed and the way his
heart beat... whatever he was, he was alive. Alive meant that he could be
killed. It was just a matter of finding out how. Alex smiled then, darkly,
thinking of killing Murdoch.
Murdoch narrowed his eyes as the pretty cat smiled, that smile held such
depth of emotion. He devoured Alex's pretty pink mouth and bit down cruelly,
bringing blood swelling to he surface. Alex reacted instinctively to the
pain and he struck out, the force of the quick blow sending the bigger man
back a pace.
Murdoch struck out with his own strength, and Alex was surrounded by painful
electricity.
"You will learn respect, thief!" Murdoch hissed
Alex cried out in pain and was slammed against the wall with a thud. He felt
the fingers of electricity finding nerves with persistent fingers and when it
became too much, he screamed.
"I am not one to toy with, pretty thief, pretty cat." Murdoch was getting
hard as Alex writhed in pain. How lovely he was like this. He applied a bit
more pressure and the cat screamed again, slut eyes wide with shock. Murdoch
licked his lips and moaned, his cock was a rigid shaft of heat upon his belly
as he stared down at the pretty toy.
Murdoch ended the torment, and Alex slumped to the floor, bonelessly. Those
jade eyes were still defiant even in pain, and Murdoch knelt beside the
golden form. He brought Alex's hand up to the hot bulge between his thighs
and made Alex rub it. "There is more where that came from, pretty, if you
don't obey me."
"Alex obeys me, master. I will be responsible for his training."
Murdoch turned to see the bloodied form of Garren. Those Siberian eyes were
blazing with killing lust, and Murdoch knew that for the first time in
centuries that killing lust was focused on him. It was past time to assert
his authority.
"Why are you here? Did I not send you to defend this estate?" Murdoch
released Alex's hand and stood slowly.
Garren went to his cat's side and bent to pick him up. Murdoch's voice
stilled him.
"Do you abandon your position? Do you abandon me?"
Garren stopped and seemed surprised. "Neither, master. I only came to check
on... "
"This whore? You leave my defense to check on a human toy?"
Garren flushed.
Murdoch gestured to Alex, who was rising on his own. "He is not your concern
right now. Or is the attack ended, and the Dorl defeated?"
Garren shook his head, "The fight goes on. They are using some type of
hunter to fight us. Even still, they will not be able to break through.
There are only five hunters and more pack members arrive every hour to
replenish the ones the hunter's kill."
Murdoch struck the big man across the face, his fury real for the first time.
He struck Garren again and the sound filled the room. "You come to check on
this male, and the Dorl uses hunters to fight us?"
Garren looked at his feet, ashamed that his master was disappointed. He
wanted to explain. "We are learning their scent, master. When they take
over one us, we are recognizing it quicker. They are able to kill less of us
each time they jump from one wolf to another."
"I should kill this male now, for your disregard!" Murdoch began to pace
about the room. Garren moved closer to Alex, for ashamed though he was, he
would not let Murdoch kill Alex.
Murdoch felt the Others beginning to rouse and knew he had to get back to the
Ceremony. "Get back down there Garren, and if you leave once more, I will
have this thief as a sacrifice. And kill the human attackers, all of them.
Once you kill the summoner, the hunters will return to their precious dreams."
Garren was reluctant to leave his cat alone with Murdoch. He could scent the
pain smell on Alex and the lust smell on his master. He stared hard into the
slitted, jade eyes and saw only unbroken defiance there. If his mate asked
him, he would defy his master. If his mate gave any indication that he
wanted protection, Garren would have to give it. However, the little cat
remained unbroken. With a small growl, he made his way to the door. At the
entranceway, he paused and turned to give his own warning. "If he is hurt,
master, in any way, I would be most... most displeased."
"Then don't fail me," Murdoch snapped.
Once Garren was gone, he turned to Alex. "You are a troublesome man, Alex
Krycek. Your name is on my lover's lips even as I make him scream for more,
your body seals a deal with a much needed ally, and you threaten to turn my
closest, must valued servant against me." He grabbed a handful of sable
locks and tugged hard. "I will deal with you later... and I won't be as
gentle with you as I was with the sweet Fox."
Alex spit in his face, and Murdoch nearly passed out from shocked rage.
This... this infuriating cat would definitely learn the pleasure of the sling,
and there he'd learn the futility of resistance and the price of defiant
pride. Murdoch wiped the spit off his face and yanked back with the hand
still entangled in the silky hair.
"I'll de-claw you yet, cat," Murdoch hissed. He had to attend to the
Closing, or he'd string the infuriating man up right now. He released Alex's
hair and stormed toward the door. A scent caught his attention and he
narrowed his eyes, stopping. He looked inward to try and place that scent;
like spiced pumpkin and sea spray. He clenched his fists again... it was the
scent of the hunters. Garren had better hold them off. There were still at
least five rituals to complete to seal the opening, and there was only one
shot at it. If they failed to close it properly, it would implode, and
thousands of years of work on this world would be wasted. If the Others were
at full strength they could defend against the hunters easily, but all their
energy was being focused on their task. Murdoch would just have to push them
harder.
Alex quickly tried the door, but it was predictably locked. He ignored the
residual pain from the electric attack and hurried to find some way out of
this room. The window was unlocked but there was a good thirty-foot drop,
and no visible way to climb down. Alex smiled. Sloppy of these bastards to
assume that the only way out was down. Alex looked up to see a massive
Gargoyle just five feet above the window, and above that, the roof. A
consistent flaw of Garren and Murdoch alike, that he had detected, was their
repeated underestimation of those who opposed them. He spent precious time
ripping the sheets into strips and weaving those strips into a short rope
that he could use to secure himself to the gargoyle, while attempting to
reach the roof. Once he was satisfied that the rope would hold his weight
he searched for clothes to wear.
She wondered what the pretty male was doing with the shiny sheets, and
because he looked so lovely, she paused where she was, two feet above him.
He moved gracefully and the muscles rippled fetchingly beneath his skin. She
longed to touch it and so without any more delays, she sank into his frame
and after one startled jerk of his magnificent body, she took over. She
soothed his panicked thoughts as she walked to the mirror to admire him. She
looked through his eyes, only they were more amber now than green and she ran
his hands up over his small nipples and rounded pectorals. The skin was warm
and smooth. She smiled and his pink lips moved slyly in an enticing manner.
She touched them with a big, strong finger.
"Pretty," She said in his lovely voice.
She stared slyly at the human's reflection and felt a slight resistance as
she moved his hands down his torso to hold the heavy weight of his sex. She
felt the weight, the texture, and a moan of pleasure escaped her as she felt
the human's response to such stimulation. She turned the body sideways and
admired the curve of his spine and hard, round buttocks. She stroked the
heavy organ to fullness as she moved one of his hands to delve between the
tight cheeks. She wished someone would walk in, they would see the beautiful
male pleasing himself, hips moving eagerly to his strong hand's rhythm, lips
parted in pleasure. She was fully in control of his body, and feeling all
the sensations therein, and she was not going to be denied her pleasure. She
slid a finger to the tight hole and rubbed lightly, before bringing that
finger to those pink lips to moisten it. Once sufficiently wet, and once she
had her fill of watching the image of that pink mouth suckling his finger,
she moved it back to the tight hole and pushed it in. She slowly added two
more fingers and the pleasure was overwhelming. She faded away from his
eyes, enough to let the bright green shine again and she licked those pretty
lips slowly, lewdly.
She stopped the sensual play abruptly and moved his athletic body to the bed.
She lay him down and looking up at his reflection she rubbed his chest,
pinched his nipples, licked his lips and made him moan. She tossed his head
and pumped his hips up to make the wet organ bounce and beg. Taking pity on
the image and on her own desire, she began to stroke again. She used the
male's own knowledge of his body to bring him the greatest pleasure, and he,
dream-like, began to enjoy her ministrations. She parted his legs and
pinched and twisted his nipples, hard, the way Alex liked it, digging his
nails into the tight flesh.
"So pretty, so... so pretty. What a pretty picture." The voice was his, the
words hers. She let the body writhe naturally in pleasure. She brought the
hand up to those inviting lips and tasted the pre-cum. She felt him resist
as she smiled and sucked on the wet finger. His hips, she kept thrusting so
his plump organ moved enticingly. His legs spread wider and his strong
fingers pinched and rolled his nipples harder and harder. "So hot. Feels
good." She began to stroke the wet organ faster, setting the hips and fist
in counter rhythm. The sight of the beautiful male in the mirror above
pleasuring himself was almost as erotic as the sensations the body was
feeling.
She allowed him to share in the orgasm that she felt rip through her. She
trailed a finger through his hot sperm and traced it around his shuddering
abdomen. She looked into amber, green eyes as she raised one finger to the
pink mouth and tasted the sperm. She smeared the thick fluid all over the
bed. She wanted Garren to scent it and assume that Murdoch had made Alex
come... the rage the possessive pack leader would feel was the beginning of
the division she was responsible for creating. To further this she squeezed
the tight balls painfully with one hand while another scratched at the tender
skin of his lower abdomen, drawing forth a trail of blood. The scent of
blood and passion and pain would do just nicely for a beginning.
Once the human's heartbeat had slowed, she quickly dressed him in his own
clothes and stole some shoes that were too big and followed through with his
escape plans. His agility and strength pleased her as she maneuvered out the
window and up to the gargoyle above. She hadn't thought to escape this way.
She had assumed the human would not be able to survive the leap down, and so
had planned to take him out the door and kill the guards as she met them.
But the human's plan was superior, quieter. She loved the way he thought, so
ordered, so calm. Even now, when he was pushed aside from control of his
body, he was plotting how to regain it. He was eager to get far away from
Sirius. He was like a snake coiled, ready to strike at the first
opportunity. He resented her making him masturbate, but she didn't care.
She had fun. That was what mattered. She wasn't here to help the human, nor
was she here to make him happy, she was here because she had been summoned to
cause a division and to reunite her current master with a friend. Her host
kept thinking of the pretty man of his dreams, and she heard the name. Fox.
Once she had cleared the rooftop, she allowed the male to help plan the
escape. She allowed him some control, but assured him silently that it was
only in his best interests that he cooperate; that she was trying to help him
escape, that she was sent by a friend. The human was still resentful but he
settled, quickly, into the job of escape. She rode inside, feeling the way
his blood ran through unclogged veins, how his heart pumped slowly even after
all the physical exertion, how his muscles were loose and strong. He jumped
from one roof level to another without making a sound and then ran, low and
fast, over to the edge. He swung over the ledge using his arms to hold his
weight as his feet swung down. He dropped into a crouch on the grass below,
and she took over once more, completely ignoring his furious mental struggle,
it was of no consequence.
Her sisters had prepared the way for her, and there was a clear path through
the line of defense. She paused at one wolf's side and silently communicated
with her sister, who controlled the wolf from inside. The wolf was
expendable, and her sister made it pull its own heart out, to lay it beating
on the cold ground. The hunter lifted from the dead, spasming body. The
human was entranced by the colors, the sinuous form, like smoke as it drifted
up. The sight of it, like a rainbow on fire, so vivid and the scent so
sweet. Her sister sensed the male's appreciation and joined her inside the
luscious body. The two hunters communicated, twining lovingly around each
other to the beat and pulse of the living flesh they were in. They longed
for the time they could all join together in sleep once more. There were
eight of them in all, her sisters and herself. Five fought the wolves
openly, taking over strong male wolves and killing the wolves around them
using the wolf until it was slaughtered and then moving to the next wolf to
use. Two more simply waited quietly perched inside the wolves who were
removed from the fighting. They were waiting to ensure the package was
delivered to the summoner.
Her sister slid out of the male and went to take control of another wolf.
This male, this package was almost too distracting. The wolves could scent
him. She dampened his scent until he smelled like the Earth, the sweet smell
of fresh, wet soil, uninteresting to all the creatures from the other places.
She was delivering this package, and what a lovely package it was. For her
part she had no concern with who won this war, or really what became of this
tasty male. She would do as her master bid and then return to dreams. She
moved again and could hear the battle just beyond her and her lovely host.
She stopped beyond the line of battle, and went to the old man who had
conjured she and her sisters from their sleep.
Watery old eyes observed the male she had taken and she smiled. She used the
male's language centers to reply to the unspoken question. "I... have... the
male... the mate."
A whispery voice sounded, so quietly that she had trouble hearing with the
human's ears.
"Take care of this one... he is important to our friend."
She rubbed the lovely body she controlled and she nodded, amber/green eyes
flashed playfully. "Lovely, this one."
An old hand patted her/his arm. "Be kind, and gentle, and protect
him... nothing will ruin our chances with our friend more than this one being
harmed."
She sighed, even as the sharp presence of the human male inside tried to
voice questions as to who this friend was.
The old man, her master for this moment, handed her/him a package and
instructed. "Give this only to the one I indicated earlier."
She nodded and anxious for running in the night, she made the strong male
stretch his legs out long and fast.
Fox had moved Scully to a more comfortable place. He had carried her to a
soft chair that had an ottoman. He set her slight weight into the chair and
pushed the ottoman flush to the chair and lifted her legs to fit to it. He
checked her comfort and then plotted his best success at finding Alex. He
couldn't stand it any longer. Scully was safe. If she weren't, he knew that
Antonio, who seemed so enthralled by her, would never have left her. He felt
a moment's pang that he was disobeying Skinner, and then he dismissed it.
Alex was his life. He might hate him now, but Fox would not let Alex stay
with the creature that had taken him.
He couldn't open the door. He breathed in a calming breath. "Langly?"
"Yeah?"
"How's that computer doing?"
"It bites! It is giving some very foreign info!" His face reflected the
strange pink glow from the monitor. "But, at least it is working. I can
access the base's database."
Mulder bit his lower lip, "Can you override the security of this door?"
Langly turned wide eyes to him. "You're going out?"
Byers hit Langly on the shoulder. "He needs to find Krycek!"
Langly flushed, still unused to the idea of his bud doing the nasty with
another stud. "Uh, yeah... I can probably do that." He worked his Kung Fu,
and a click sounded in the door. Mulder opened it quickly.
He took one last look at Scully and made to leave when the metallic sound of
a clip being slid into a gun captured his attention. He turned to see
Frohike examining one of three guns, two of which were attached in
crisscrossed holsters over his barrel chest. Seemingly satisfied, he made his
way toward Mulder.
"What do you think you are doing, Frohike?"
"Mulder, I am experienced in this... this search and rescue op. You might
remember that I was involved in the very difficult campaign of getting Mrs.
Scully here. I fought zombies and the lot. You need me. And frankly,
buddy, you can't keep me from watching your back."
Mulder pouted, but the pout was a façade. He had no idea how to keep his
friend in safety. "I'm not coming back until I find him, Frohike. I don't
know if I'll even make it back."
Frohike sighed as if the weight of the world was upon him. "I told you, I've
got it, Mulder, I'm all about watching your back!"
Mulder grimaced, but the door was open, and Alex was out there. He moved
quickly, and Frohike followed him. Mulder looked to the other gunmen for
support.
"You should take him, Mulder," Langly said. "He may not be Rambo, but he is
an extra pair of hands."
Byers nodded. "I agree, Mulder. We will watch out for the women."
With one last measuring look at his friends, Mulder nodded his agreement.
They had only made a few miles when Frohike asked. "Why are we going north?
Wouldn't the Rat be south?"
Mulder shrugged, "I feel like going this way... I feel like Alex is this way."
Frohike sighed and patted his heavy guns.
Mulder heard the sound of rusting branches and was pleasantly surprised when
three lovely, scantily clad women came walking toward he and Frohike. He
grinned despite himself.
Frohike let out a gasp and muttered, "Hubba! Hubba!"
Mulder watched as the voluptuous women made their way slowly towards he and
Frohike. He might be into men, but no one said he couldn't appreciate these
lush figures. If he hadn't seen the gleam of long canines, he may have laid
himself down to the pleasure those lovely forms promised. As it was, he
grabbed the drool-stained Frohike by the ear and hissed, "Run!"
Frohike nodded wildly, "I hear you!" He gasped out and began to attempt to
gallop, eagerly toward the women.
Mulder grabbed him hard and said, "No, Frohike! Away from them! They're
vampires!"
Frohike almost didn't care, but he was propelled along away from the women
who were, thankfully, still too young for flight and too weak for a chase.
They stopped running after Fox determined that they were not being followed.
He was frowning and Frohike looked at him curiously. "What? What are you
frowning about?
"The garlic fields should have kept those vampires away! I wonder if it
needs to be ground up first."
Frohike nodded in agreement. "Probably. It must be the pulp, like the scent
is released you know?" He stopped suddenly. "Uh man? Do you hear that?
That rustling sound?"
Fox nodded, "It sounds like an animal in the brush over there!"
Frohike pursed his lips, "Right! It is probably a troll, with our luck!" He
cried out as something broke from the brush. He had his gun out and shot
three times before Mulder was able to stop him.
The small rabbit had frozen in its tracks as the bullets flew around it, and
Frohike flushed. "Yeah, well, if it had been a troll I'd have gotten it!"
Mulder nodded. "A bigger target, right?"
"That is correct." The glint of moonlight on the glasses hid the fact that
Frohike was darting his eyes about crazily, looking for any danger. The
night seemed to be filled with a thousand exotic noises, and the trill of
crickets and frogs made a dangerously, soothing sound to mask any hunter that
prowled the night.
"Let's go," Mulder suggested, and they moved on.
The human faltered and fell. Muscles that were easily equipped to run the
necessary miles were stressed from earlier activities. The presence of drugs
in his system and the electrical assault he had endured had weakened him.
She made him rise and run again. He fell once more, and she had to expend
quite a bit of energy to get him to rise once more. She felt the man's
frustration with his failing physical strength. The spore from the wolf was
still working its way into the body's cells, imprinting itself there, marking
him. The hunter made him run again, glad that the heart was strong or the
human would have failed already.
She sensed humans ahead and made for them... their scent was
familiar... changed and sweet. She felt the surge of happiness well in her
male at the sight of the two men. She recognized one as the man from her
male's dreams the one with the beautiful lips wrapped sinfully around her
male's large organ.
The two humans were still unaware of her presence. The smaller man was
chattering nervously while the beauty listened with half an ear. She made
Alex step closer to the mismatched pair, drawing their attention. The
shorter, thick, little man whirled and pointed a gun in Alex's direction.
She distinctly heard her male think, "Oh Shit! Not Frohike!" before she let
his instincts take over, and he dove to the ground, as bullets hailed around
his head.
Fifteen minutes after the incident with the ominous bunny, Frohike once again
drew his gun as something stumbled out of the darkness of a grove of trees.
It lurched and weaved and he shouted, "Zombie!" Before letting loose with a
deadly hail of bullets.
Mulder tackled Frohike with a horrified shout. "Stop! Frohike! It's Alex."
Frohike froze, and Mulder rolled off him and almost fell in his rush to get
to Alex. He reached the supine from and slid to his knees. "Alex? Alex, are
you hit?"
Her male wanted to touch this beauty, and fought against her with all his
remaining strength, so he could do just that. She thought to be kind and let
his hand touch the pretty, worried face above her. She slid a finger over
the lush lips and was surprised when her male fought even harder to remove
his hand. He wanted to touch the pretty, but didn't want her to, even if she
used his own body.
Those lush lips covered her male's with a passionate love, and she opened
Alex's mouth to return the hot kiss, tongue mating with the hot velvet of the
pretty one's. Oh, how soft those lips were!
"Alex, I thought I lost you."
Frohike made his way to the two men and cleared his throat. "Uh, just like
last time right, Krycek? You know that I didn't mean to shoot at you?"
She made the male start to rise. She almost couldn't. She turned those
pretty eyes up to the male called Fox. "Help me. I... I need to rest." Alex
thought of what he also needed and she added, in his sexy voice, "I need
water."
Mulder helped Alex rise, and his heartbeat thudded with happiness and dread.
Happiness to once again hold his lover close, and dread at the obvious abused
state Alex was in. He wrapped Alex's arm over his shoulder and assured him.
"I'll get you someplace safe, Alex, I promise."
Alex struggled to speak, and she allowed it for a moment, "You shouldn't be
outside, baby... it's too dangerous. I need to get you inside where it is
safe."
Fox pulled Alex along and snorted in disbelief, "Okay, Alex. If you want me
to be inside, you have to help me get you there too, 'cause I am not leaving
you out here."
She took over again and kissed those tempting lips. She looked forward to
getting these two males alone. Alex raged at her plans, and she smiled
softly, revealing perfect, white teeth.
Frohike took Alex's right arm and draped it over his own broad shoulders. At
Mulder's possessive glare, he spat out, "Get over it, Mulder. I want Krycek
inside and safe as much as you. He and I are like Vets... we have each
other's back. Like back when he and I helped the lovely Dana Scully rescue
her madre."
Mulder accepted his help and together the two half-carried, half-dragged
Krycek back to the small cluster of buildings.
The ancient creature flew silently above the three humans. The one it had
marked as a mate was melded with a powerful hunter, and it wouldn't risk the
creature taking control of his own body. It had been following the beautiful
male for miles as the hunter moved it north. It craved the taste of the hot
blood and the tight heat of its body as he entered it. The wolf was nowhere
to be seen, and it just waited for the hunter to leave. When the male had
been joined by two other changed humans, it had immediately focused on one.
Such a lovely creature... dazed looking and so obviously enchanted by his
little Alex. Those lips were worth a thousand lives and that body was made
to be abused, brought to orgasm after orgasm. He would be hard pressed to
choose between the two. He watched as his newest love helped his Alex to his
feet. The hunter was still inside and would kill anything that approached he
knew. Too bad the strong wolf wasn't there to destroy it, or at the very
least distract it, but it was only a matter of time before the hunter moved
on. The newest beauty looked so determined to get where he was going with
the lovely Alex, but even in his determination, the pout of his lips and the
vacant, dizzy stare made the old one want to feed and play all night. The
smell coming from this beauty was so intoxicating that he wanted to risk
swooping down and capturing him. Oh, that body would move so hotly as it was
penetrated. It called to the beauty silently, and pretty hazel eyes looked
up into the sky.
Fox felt, suddenly, as if his skin was on fire and he felt an urge to let
Frohike take Alex to safety and stand in the night, shed his clothes and
let... ? Let what happen? He looked up into the sky and saw only the shadows
of the looming trees. He thought that he saw something fluttery and large,
melding with the shadows, and he squinted, trying to see better. A slight
sound of leather sliding erotically over leather came from above, but nothing
else. He heard a silent command to voice his name.
"Fox, Fox Mulder, " he said in a daze. Both Alex and Frohike looked at him,
and their stare made him flush.
"Yeah, that's who you are, buddy, " Frohike said calmly, as he elbowed Alex
slyly and rolled his eyes.
Alex seemed to grow rigid. "You? You are Mulder?"
Fox stared at Frohike in surprise and then to his lover. "Yeah, that's my
name, baby."
Alex smiled then and said, "Oh, this is too good."
"What's that you got there, Krycek?" Frohike asked, gesturing toward the
small leather package Alex held tightly.
"Something for this beauty... Fox... Mulder."
Fox kissed the top of Alex's sable head. 'Shh, baby. You can rest soon."
All thoughts of letting Frohike take responsibility of Alex faded as he held
his baby tighter.
They made it to the small buildings and dragged a mostly unconscious Alex in.
Fox directed Frohike to help him bring Alex to a small office where he found
a large, plush couch. They laid Alex down, and Frohike left to go get Alex
some water.
Fox felt sick at the state Alex was in. His lips were bloodied and bruised,
and his jaw had a large blue mark. Green eyes stared tiredly at him. He
bent and kissed those pink lips, gently. "I love you, Alex. I hope when
you're rested, we can talk."
"That package... it is for you." She was becoming more confident in her
speech.
Mulder looked at the package Alex had carried so tightly, which was now on
the floor.
"Okay, Alex... I have it... just rest now."
Frohike returned with some water, and Fox held the cup to Alex's lips.
Alex drank thirstily and stared at Fox. "You really are beautiful."
Fox flushed and looked quickly at Frohike.
"I have seen dreams of you... I like the dream in which you suck this big
cock."
Fox turned beet red and gasped, his eyes darting to his horrified friend.
"Do you like to do that?"
Fox stuttered and tried to breathe. "Alex!" He hissed.
"I should go... uh check out the guys' progress... uh... take care
of... uh... Krycek."
After Frohike left, Fox patted Alex's pretty face, "You need to rest,
Alex... you are... you are... you need to rest."
"Do you like sucking it?" The voice was inquisitive but tired.
Mulder was brick red now, the darkest flush flaming at his cheeks... she
thought, how lovely he looked.
"You know I like it, Alex."
"Show me!"
"What?"
"Show me how much you like it." The male, Alex was fighting and cursing her,
but she wanted to see those lips on the pretty cock she had pleasured earlier.
"I like it... a lot, you know I do! Is this because of Skinner? Alex, I
don't know what happened with that... I know what it looked like, but... "
"I don't care about that... I want to know if you still want me."
Fox melted against Alex's muscular frame. "Oh, baby, you know I do!"
"Show me. I want to see you hard and naked." She felt her force shoved
aside and very nearly displaced. Her little male was really possessive of
this one, and it enraged him that she was dallying with Fox.
Fox pressed soft, lush lips to Alex's and then brought Alex's hand to his
crotch where a plump erection was restrained by fabric.
"You do this to me, Alex!" The throaty whisper was so filled with love, and
Alex fought anew to free himself.
Fox knelt beside the couch and placed his near Alex's crotch, on one hard,
muscular thigh. "I think you should rest, baby." Lush, sinful lips caressed
the pink sweetness of her male's own lips and then a husky whisper, hot on
the same flesh. "I'd do anything for you, Alex... it's just... "
"Then let me see you suck it."
Wide, hazel eyes peered into his lover's eyes. "I'll do it. But... "
"You don't want to." She finished for him.
He flushed and he ran a hand through his hair. "I do... I... Alex? Why now?
Please just rest, baby."
"I want to see it."
Fox stared for a moment in silence and caressed Alex face. He adored him so.
He put a reluctant hand on the familiar bulge that was not even hard
yet... reluctant only because Alex was so tired... so strange.
She could sense Fox's reluctance to do this, and so could Alex. She just
wanted to see those lips wrapped around hard cock. She grew angry, as her
male's cock remained quiescent. The struggle to keep her from doing as she
willed with the beautiful creature before her, tired Alex. She felt Alex's
exhaustion, and she had to let him fall into unconsciousness. She, too, was
tired from the exertion of keeping Alex on his feet, but she was too
interested in the pouty angel kneeling by the sleeping Alex. She was about
to move into the Fox when she felt the summoner release her. She resisted
leaving the two beauties for just a moment before when, with a sigh, she slid
happily into dreams once more, regrettably leaving her pouty angel to his own
devices.
Fox saw that Alex was soundly asleep, and he drew up to kiss the parted, pink
lips. "I'll never let you leave me again... even if I have to knock you
out... you hot-tempered fool." He kissed the wounds on the lovely face and
stripped the shirt from Alex's relaxed body. He cursed at the wounds he
found there... one large bite mark that was strangely green and puffy on
Alex's neck. The nipples were chewed and pinched-looking. He held in his
rage as he took off Alex's too big shoes. He put a small blanket over his
lover's body and lay on the ground beside him, keeping a vigil. No one would
get to Alex save through him. He vaguely wished that he could bring Scully
in here as well to make sure she was safe, but he was content to be with
Alex. He fell asleep with his last thought for Skinner. He had no idea what
had happened between them, only that it had been so incredible and that he
didn't want any harm to come to him. He could afford to be generous, now
that his beautiful Alex was within stroking distance.
Soft sounds awoke him and he tensed on the hard floor, spending a breathless
minute thinking that Murdoch was waiting for him. He heard another soft
whimper and he sat up quickly, realizing that the sounds were coming from
Alex. He put a hand to Alex's face and gasped in pain as it was grabbed
quickly. Green eyes met his in the room that was lit only by the light
seeping in from the hallway. Mulder gasped in pain, and his hand was
released.
"I'm sorry, baby... did I hurt you?" Alex's voice was tired and strained.
Fox slid up and knelt over his abused lover. "Not at all." His hand did
throb and he knew he had been a second away from broken bones.
"Liar, I hurt you." Alex pulled Fox's hand up and inspected it. He kissed it
gently. "I'm sorry, baby... I'm not myself right now."
Fox felt like he was in the Twighlight Zone. "Alex, I am more concerned with
you, than my hand. Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it? How did you
get back to me?"
Alex pulled Fox to him and breathed in the scent of the only thing that made
him glad to be alive... Fox. The magnitude of what he had endured was
hitting him. He couldn't protect himself from any of the creatures that had
attacked him. "Oh God... I... I don't know how to do this. I... I... need... "
Fox moved behind Alex and wrapped his arms about Alex's muscular frame.
"I've got you, baby."
Alex felt an unfamiliar emotion threaten to overwhelm him. He was upset,
horrified, and insane with worry for Fox. If he couldn't protect
himself... how could he protect the one thing that meant anything to him? How
could he protect Fox?
"I was fifteen when they took me and started to train me, Fox."
Fox stilled, and held the beloved frame tighter.
"I... I went through some horrible scenes as the newest prize of... powerful
men. I was taught to be a killer, Fox... and I was great at it. I liked
it... I never thought about my targets, until I met you. Yeah, so I wasn't
supposed to kill you, but I wasn't supposed to care for you either."
Fox kissed Alex's ear, "I don't think I was supposed to love you either."
Alex snuggled back against the welcomed warmth. "I had to survive... I never
felt weak... I had them to thank for that... I was more than capable of taking
care of myself... and those I loved."
"I saw that in my apartment... though you still could have used my help!"
Alex gave a strangled chuckle, "Yeah, you and your deadly mug."
Mulder wrapped a leg around Alex's thighs. "Do you realize that that was the
last sane night we had?"
Alex nodded. "Yes. I am so sorry, baby."
"Me too."
"No! I should have been able to protect you."
"Bullshit! I am the one who is responsible! Besides, I am a trained agent,
for the love of God! I am not a weakling! Don't get me started, Alex, can't
I just hold you?"
Alex nodded, feeling so comforted by the familiar scent of Fox.
"I am not a helpless Pollyanna, Alex. I may not be as efficient in a fight
as you are, but I am just as determined to protect you as you are me... did
the wolf... did he... ?"
Alex tensed. "I'm fine, Fox. I can handle this."
Fox closed his eyes and was reminded, suddenly of Scully. How she would deny
her weakness, her horror, until it would overwhelm her and she would throw
herself into his arms, crying those rare tears, reserved only for him or her
mother. "I can't."
Alex stiffened.
"I can't help you if you won't let me, Alex."
"Listen, Mulder... I'm fine. I've been through worse. Okay?"
"Okay."
"I may never have seen men who can come back from blows that would have
killed any other. I may never have seen bones mend under the skin... never
seen electricity come from a man's hands... maybe never been a plaything for a
fucking wolf thing... man... whatever... but I can still take care of you... so
don't fucking question it!"
Fox stroked Alex's ribs, "Is that what's bothering you? Your ability to
protect me?"
"Fuck yeah, it is!"
"I want to protect you too. I'll do anything for you."
"It's not the same thing, Fox."
"Why not? Do you think you love me more than I love you?"
Suddenly Alex turned to face Fox. "What did you do with me? What did you do
when I got here?"
Fox frowned, "What?"
"Did you... did you do anything to me... after I... I kinda fell asleep?"
Fox drew back angrily, "What the hell kind of question is that? Nothing, you
fell asleep. And that was that!"
"Oh. Oh good. I mean, oh yeah. I didn't mean that you would have been
taking advantage... I was worried about what I might have done. Really.
Really, baby, I was... I don't know."
He turned to face Fox and pulled him close. He kissed the succulent lips
softly. "I just wanted to know what happened, that's all." He cuddled Fox
close and buried his face in Fox's neck, kissing the soft skin he found there.
"Alex?"
"Yeah?"
"I have no idea what to say about Skinner."
"I don't want to talk about it right now."
"I need to."
"Tough."
"Alex!"
"No."
"I'm sorry. You need to sleep, and I'm burdening you. I'll shut up."
Alex captured those puffy lips and kissed him gently.
"I love you, Fox. Does much else matter?"
A brilliant smile lit the most beautiful face Alex had ever seen. "No, I
love you too, Alex. So much I don't know what I wouldn't do for you."
Alex gave his lover a tired smile and kissed him sweetly once more. "Just
hold me while I sleep." He frowned at his own words... .they sounded so needy.
But he realized he was needy... for this man only.
"I would love to." Fox snuggled even closer and the two fell asleep together
just as the gunmen began to prepare for any fight that may come, with the
vampires that Frohike had warned them of.
Sirius
The Opening was but the size of a small house and shrinking faster with every
breath of its offspring. Violent electrical storms brewed from it and
streaks of lightening battered the humans and the true Ascendant. It
spiraled and fed its offspring, feeding the strongest first and the weakest
last, like any good mother in the wild, and then it died, leaving the
darkness to be filled with distant points of light, a billion such points
creating the semblance of order and normalcy. The pattern of these stars and
faraway planets was a familiar face to a world now changed.
Skinner felt it now, the truth of his purpose. His eyes locked with his
brothers, and he counted thirteen who were his allies. There were some weak,
some strong. He screamed then as it happened, the final, the ending, the
becoming. For a brief span of time, none were aware of their surroundings.
When dawn was becoming more of a promise, Skinner roused himself and found
that Murdoch stood over him.
"You will pay for your thievery, Skinner. Fox is mine. You try and steal
him, and I will destroy you."
Skinner stood and smiled slowly. "He is mine. He knows it already."
Murdoch wanted to strike him, but now was not the time. They had an eternity
to struggle, and for Fox they had decades... maybe forever.
"You know it too, don't you Murdoch? You can sense that he has bonded with
me, that he will cleave to me... even despite his love for Alex."
Murdoch smiled a bit. "I know only that he belongs to me. I have dozens of
humans like him. Ripe, tight women, and lithe, muscular men. Take your
pick... and give me my chosen one."
Skinner shook his head, "Never."
"Then I take him."
"You can try."
"Don't forget who is the master here."
"You aren't my master. You are my enemy."
"Then it begins." Murdoch looked at the Others as they stood shakily to watch
the two powerful leaders.
"I am Ser'ak!" The tall, African man stood tall and proud. "I will not
watch while my people are slaughtered for the pleasure of your beasts." He
spat at the feet of Murdoch.
Murdoch smiled; it was beginning. The end of things was complete and now the
Others would quadrant off the world, and the struggle would begin. He could
flatten this impudent, African male, but it would be another time after they
had all gone their separate ways.
Ser'ak gestured to Skinner. "I go to Africa to end my people's slaughter
from the beasts this has unleashed, but I join my power to yours if you will
but take it." The man's eyes were proud and filled with concern.
Skinner nodded. The ritual continued until they had all aligned. The
alignment had nothing to do with nationality, and all to do with
individualism. Each of his brothers had been born to the highest ranks of
the Mediggo and had inherited the Earth. Skinner's thoughts were with his
lovely Fox. He wanted so to change what had happened. Not that he had
claimed Mulder as his own, the bonding would protect Fox... and Alex too once
it happened, but how it happened. He wished Fox had come to him completely
willing. Fantasies fulfilled aside... Fox had loved Alex to distraction. If
Fox didn't love Alex... if what was happening had come before Alex had claimed
Fox, then the point would be moot. Fox would have been more than eager... he
had wanted Skinner for years. At the thought of the pretty assassin, Walter
resolved to take him with him, or die trying. Whatever Mulder's feelings for
him, he would never forgive Walter if he left Alex to be used by the
beautiful wolf. So he stretched out with his feelings and glared. Alex was
gone.
Garren couldn't scent his mate as he entered the mansion. The closing of the
opening was done, it ended the old ways and he could feel happiness for that,
but the fact that he couldn't scent his mate drove all other thoughts from
his mind. He raced with inhuman speed to his chambers. When he entered the
room he smelled his mate's seed, his pain, and reluctance, and his blood. He
strode to the semen-covered bed. He ran a finger through the long cold
semen. He tasted it and could taste the vivid fear mingled with the lust.
He ripped the large bed to shreds in moments. His master had done this. He
had taken that which was only Garren's! The rule of the pack demanded that
mates be protected at all costs, even to the death, to be kept to oneself in
a lifetime of monogamy. Monogamy with wolves was set to benefit the alpha
male. He could choose to share his mate, but the mate could not choose to
share his or herself, whether the mate was human or wolf. The scent of his
master's lust still lingered in the empty chamber. He howled in utter rage
and changed.
The Others stood for the last time as one unit, despite their differences and
the inherent opposition, they were one... of the same blood, of the same
power. Skinner was the first to hear the big wolf as it tore the doors off
the ballroom entrance. As one, the Others kept the wolf out easily. It
growled in frustration, vicious talons clicked against the wood of the frame.
Murdoch felt Garren's rage directed at him. "What is it, Garren?"
"You have taken my mate... where is he?"
Murdoch frowned. "Alex is gone?"
Garren could scent Murdoch's genuine surprise and confusion, and he growled
in confusion himself. "He is gone, and not near. Someone else has pleasured
him! He is my mate.. No one has the right to pleasure him save at my
leave!" Blue eyes locked with ebony, and the look was clear. Garren
believed that Murdoch had trespassed.
Murdoch narrowed his eyes. "If it were I who had pleasured the little whore,
I would not mind you knowing, Garren. That he has fled, or has been stolen,
is intolerable. Find him, but find him for me. He is mine, Garren. I have
yet to decide who he will be gifted to."
Garren stared at him, believing somehow that Murdoch had not tampered with
his mate, but that he completely ignored Garren's claim struck him.
"He is my mate." His voice was dangerously threatening, and yet Murdoch,
used to centuries of obedience, ignored the warning there.
Murdoch stood quietly and then narrowed his eyes. "You are not free to
decide that. You of the blood need take a female mate. It is required of
you. Your line cannot die... the wolves would be leaderless. I forbid it."
Garren felt the fury of the change threaten to take him as if he were but an
untried cub, the fury that led to the mindless slaughter to which his pack
members so quickly succumbed. "I know what my responsibilities to the pack
are. In those matters, you do not need worry. As for my mate, that is for
me to choose. Not you."
"I am your master, you serve me."
Garren stood tall and shook his head. "I serve my mate, as is the way of the
pack. If you do not respect that, or do not respect my claim, then I serve
you no more." With those words, Garren turned and before Murdoch could
protest, Garren was gone, hunting the night.
The old man smiled at the news. The unholy alliance had finally been
severed. Without the powerful pack leader, Murdoch would have to scramble
for allies. The wolf pack, scattered over the globe and so powerful, had
been his allies for all time. With Garren's defection, the pack around the
world would become his enemy if but Garren desired it. Unfortunately, too,
the whole of the pack would be determined to return the chosen mate to their
leader.
Once what he had required of the hunters was completed, he pulled his people
back to reach the collection of helicopters which they commanded into the
air. They headed west to await the man that would become the hope for the
world. Once he felt his people were safe from retribution, Baku released the
hunters to their dreams. Only one resisted and even that one joined her
sisters after one last moment.
Baku smiled to himself. Decades of planning had come to fruition this night.
The child that he had saved from sacrifice had reached his potential, and
the one that child loved beyond all others would be more amendable to
Skinner, now that he had his lover back. That would strengthen Skinner.
Baku looked out in the night. What arrogance of Murdoch, that he assumed the
Dorl would really try to prevent the closing of the Opening. Baku, like his
ancestors before him, knew that once started, the Opening would either close
with proper ceremony or it would destroy the Earth in one crushing implosion.
What arrogance to assume that the Dorl wouldn't know how to wound the
Ascendant much more intimately. And this division between the powerful pack
leader and Murdoch was just the beginning. Baku smiled. What would young
Skinner say when he realized that his uncle, Walter Sr., was not only very
much alive, but also the leader of the resistance? He knew that by now,
Walter had realized his position and why he was in that position, but he
doubted that Walter would know why he had escaped the knife of sacrifice,
or who had saved him from it.
Walter backed out of the room as Murdoch raged Garren's loss. He looked at
Antonio at his side, and he said, "I am taking all of them West. Who you
claim, you can claim from there."
Antonio nodded. "I am with you."
Skinner smiled. "I know you are. I can sense it."
Antonio nodded again. "We don't need transportation, do we?"
Skinner shook his head, "As long as where we go, someone wants us... needs us
to be there."
With that, they both concentrated on the ones they had bonded with... and
disappeared.
"We need crushed garlic, men."
Langly and Byers looked at him with reserved confusion.
"Why?" Byers managed to ask.
"Have we known Mulder to lie to us?"
Langly shook his head violently.
"No, but what does that have to do with garlic?"
"Crushed garlic fights off vampires."
"And?" Langly asked.
"And we'll need it. There are vampires... oh God and they have bodies to
die for. Bodies you want to slide in, and over and under... "
"Come back to us, Mel!" Byers patted his hair down.
"Okay, they're beautiful, seductive, but they are killers. We need to plan
just in case they plan on trying to... violate us!"
Langly looked at him before he sneered, "You are out of your mind, man! Hot
vampire chicks? Violating us? And we want to stop that, because... ?"
"If we even believed you," Byers sighed. "Okay, what are you suggesting?"
Mrs. Scully was sleeping on a chair near the delectable Dana, and Frohike
lowered his voice in deference to the two. "We need to get some of those
garlic plants out there and smoosh 'em up."
Langly shrugged. "Yeah? Okay, sounds cool."
Byers shook his head. "Fine. I'll go first."
Frohike laughed sarcastically. "I have to go with you... to be the shooter if
need be." He pushed up his glasses and shook his head as he headed toward
the door. "Amateurs."
Fox and Alex were sound asleep, cuddled face to face. Their breathing was in
tandem, and the heat that radiated from them warmed the two of them. Fox
woke and stared into the wounded face of his lover. He kissed the bowed
mouth gently with no intention of waking his abused lover. He tried to get
up and go check on the others, but Alex whimpered in his sleep, and Fox
immediately settled back and held Alex close. He knew then that the rest,
beloved as they were, could fight their own battles... he wouldn't leave Alex
if Alex needed him. He felt Alex settle down once more, and he stared into
the darkness and let silent tears fall down his face as he imagined what had
been done to his strong lover to reduce him to this. He resolved then and
there to do anything... anything to keep Alex safe. He'd sell his soul,
he'd go to Murdoch and spread himself wide, in order to keep that look of
panic off Alex's face. He slid his arms tighter about Alex's narrow, muscled
waist and kissed the salty neck. "I've got you, baby."
Alex sighed happily in his sleep and snuggled back, unconsciously against the
comforting presence.
Antonio appeared beside his sleeping love and immediately crouched near her
and took one small hand to his mouth. He turned her palm to face his lips,
and he kissed it softly. "Wake up, cara."
Cerulean eyes peered out of mascara-darkened lashes, and she immediately
stood awkwardly, "I need to go to the restroom," she said quietly as she
moved, slowly with unsure steps.
Antonio guided her to the restrooms and let her go in.
Skinner appeared at the side of the two closely-twined men. He touched Fox's
face gently, not wanting to wake him. He stared at Alex and wondered how the
man had found his way to Fox. The man must be better than he had given him
credit for. He was reluctant to wake them but they had to move west. He was
reaching to wake his Fox when the overpowering scent of garlic hit him.
The gunmen's return from their first foray into gathering garlic had been an
utter success, as no vampires had leapt upon them. Though it was dawn, they
had argued as to how bright light would have to be to dissuade vampires from
attacking. Langly saw Antonio first, and he screamed and jumped back a pace
before he recognized the man.
Antonio grinned at the alluring blond... strangely not attractive but ever so
enticing.
"Oh! How did the mission go?" Byers asked nervously.
"We did what we had to do, and now we go west to California to start over."
Dana exited the restrooms and she rested her head on Antonio's chest, still
groggy from her long slumber. Antonio patted her shoulder and told the
gunmen to get ready to leave.
Skinner realized why the gunmen smelled the way they did by listening to
their thoughts. He had to shake his head at their oddness. He shook Mulder
awake and those beautiful eyes widened, and a small smile slid itself over
the full lips.
"You made it okay! Oh, Sir, I am so glad."
Walter nodded to Alex. "Wake him. We need to leave, quickly. Murdoch will
be coming for you, and the wolf Garren, will be coming for Alex."
Fox came fully awake and sat up. Skinner looked... different... the morning
light illuminated him and he had never looked more attractive. Mulder
flushed as he pictured being in those large arms and feeling that enormous
organ inside him. He flushed darker, when the big grin on Skinner's face
showed that he knew exactly what Mulder was thinking. He turned to see the
sleeping face of his lover, and he smiled gently. The old Alex would have
awakened first and been furious that someone was waking them. Fox's grin
faded as he realized why Alex was so exhausted.
"Wake him. He can rest as we travel west." Skinner looked tired too, Mulder
noted, and he gently shook Alex awake.
Green eyes peeked out from black, and Mulder couldn't resist stealing a kiss.
Alex chuckled and opened his mouth, lashing at Mulder's lips with his
tongue. "Good morning to you, too, baby," Alex smiled into the kiss.
"Very nice, Krycek... now get up, get cleaned up and meet us outside,"
Skinner's bark startled Alex and he jumped up, knocking Mulder back with a
small cry. Mulder plopped on the floor with a disgruntled look, and Krycek
spared him an apologetic look.
"What are you doing here?" Alex hissed.
"Don't argue, don't ask questions just do what I say! Or do you want to
return to Garren?" Skinner's dark gaze held the younger man's until Alex
looked away. He gave a satisfied nod and pointed a finger at Mulder. "Fox,
you make sure he cleans up first. And don't linger! They will be coming
soon." With that, the big man thundered out of the room and began to order
the rest of the group about, with a thundering, no-nonsense voice.
Alex realized why Skinner was insisting he clean, and he felt a moment's
appreciation for Skinner's thoughtfulness. He still had days of abuse to
wash off, and he was beginning to smell horribly. He held a hand out to Fox
and lifted him up. Fox hugged him tight.
"You do need to clean up, Alex."
Alex couldn't resist a grin, "Why? Are you saying I smell?"
Fox nibbled on Alex's ear, "Let's just say, you don't smell sweet."
"You do." Alex's body was responding to Fox's nearness, and he pulled back
to capture those full lips in one hot, lingering kiss. He growled hungrily
as Fox made small whimpering noises of pleasure, and he pushed Fox back
toward the couch.
Fox broke the kiss and resisted the movement toward the couch. "No, c'mon,
Alex, we need to get you cleaned up and get the hell out of here!"
Alex groaned and tried to push the image of Fox's legs over his shoulders
away, "Fine," he grouched. He released Fox and made his way to the small
men's bathroom. Fox followed him and turned on the hot water in the sink.
"Don't ask me why the stuff in this building is working, why there is hot
water... I think Skinner fixed it so we would have what we needed."
Alex gritted his teeth. That Skinner was able to do these things angered
him... that Alex had to accept that the world was different and that people
like Skinner, like the other men in Murdoch's estate were powerful.
Mulder saw the dark look on Alex's face, and he wet a towel with hot water
and began to wash Alex's chest. "I know you don't want to be around Skinner,
but we have no choice. He can protect us, Alex. I know that sounds
primeval, but it is true. The wolves attacked... after you were taken, and
Skinner killed them without raising a hand... he is changed somehow... much
more than I think he even suspects."
Alex removed his pants and kicked them to the corner. "Are there any other
clothes around this place?"
Mulder sighed; Alex was so stubborn. He turned and left the room in search
of clean garments. When he returned Alex had his head in the sink and was
washing his hair. His nude body was so utterly perfect that Mulder groaned.
The muscles were defined in every way, on every inch. He would have a hard
time protecting Alex... he was too tempting.
Alex turned his head and smiled as Mulder approached with clean clothes. The
water streaming through his black hair felt almost sexual. "If you have a
razor there, I'll love you."
Mulder smiled and held up a pilfered razor. "Finally, you'll love me!"
"Bring it here, brat," Alex growled, and Mulder set the clean clothes aside
and handed Alex the razor. Alex dried his hair with one hand while he drew
Fox to him with the other. He kissed Fox softly, reverently. "I'm sorry I
snapped at you earlier. It's just hard for me to have to depend on someone
else to protect me."
Fox nodded. "I understand... well, maybe not exactly how you feel, but enough
I think."
Alex released Fox with a sigh. And turned to the task of shaving.
Walter entered the bathroom and was stopped cold by the pretty sight. Fox
was perched on a counter talking to Alex, who was shaving... utterly naked.
His eyes took in that form. He felt the ache of lust hit his body, and his
cock twitched hungrily. Fox was glaring at him; Alex turned, looked at him
for a second and then went back to shaving.
"Walter... can Alex have some privacy?" Mulder's voice was tight as he jumped
off the counter and wrapped a towel around Alex's waist.
"Two minutes, you two. And then I come in and drag you off to the
helicopter."
"I thought, that is... where did you find another helicopter?" Mulder asked
as he tucked the towel snugly. Alex looked at his busy hands in amusement.
"This is a military installation, Fox."
"Don't call him, Fox," Alex growled darkly, possessively.
Walter grinned, "Ninety seconds, Alex, and I will call him anything I please.
He belongs to me, as do you." With that, Skinner left his two beauties alone.
Fox said nothing but tightened the towel about Alex's waist even tighter, in
his frustrated anger.
Alex placed a restraining hand on Fox's. "Baby, this is a towel, not a
corset."
Fox flushed and stepped back. "He means it about the time. You better get
dressed. He already got enough of an eyeful."
Fox suddenly remembered the package Alex had brought with him. He hurried to
collect it from the office he and Alex had slept in.
Alex quickly dressed. He met Fox in the hallway leading to the outside door,
with one last, tender kiss they joined the rest of their group. The
helicopter was a large army vehicle, and the group easily fit in it. Two
large baskets of food were set casually on the floor, and Alex didn't even
bother asking how it got there... O great and powerful, Skinner, no doubt. Fox
set down a small leather bag near the food, and Alex remembered it as the one
he had been given by the old man to bring to Fox. There the package stayed
forgotten, even after the group arrived at their destination. He let Fox
draw him into an embrace, and he yawned, despite having slept the night
through.
"Rest, Alex," Fox soothed.
"I'm not tired!" Alex insisted as he stifled another yawn.
"Sleep, Alex," Walter commanded.
Fox bristled, at Walter's predatory tone. His eyes met Skinner's, and he
pulled Alex tighter to him.
Alex couldn't stay awake. He reached a hand to the small sore on his neck,
the one he'd seen in the mirror. It had been slightly green and when he
touched it a sharp pain made him draw away. He touched it again, and the
pain was like a dull ache. He felt his cock harden. He thought of Garren
then, and for a moment he was confused as to why he had left him. The sex
was amazing: the big body, the hard, wet cock, the mouth that devoured him.
He moaned and stroked the wound again. He soon fell asleep, dreaming of
running from a pack of wolves, and when they caught him, he was hard and
erect... it was a dream that he would become quite familiar with.
Lone Beach
The gunmen, the Scully's, and Antonio had all gone into the town to check out
the population and to find supplies. As they had traveled west the effect of
the Opening lessened to some small degree. They saw more people and less
creatures but Skinner knew that would change. He stood looking at the
Pacific as it lashed tirelessly at the rocky beach. It was wilder, than its
sister on the East. The cold water capped and swelled and large waves formed
far out and rolled in like living creatures. Mulder stood nearby, waiting to
talk to him, and Alex, of course, stood at Mulder's side. He breathed in the
scent of the ocean and the smell of the pine forest behind him. The tidal
pools were filled with teeming life, and he could hear it above the crash of
the waves. The huge, sheltering cliffs to the right loomed over the pygmy
forest. Hundred year old trees, perfectly formed, at one foot in height. He
wanted to lose himself in this moment. He didn't want to have to face the two
men that he was about to claim. They would resist, and he would not accept
their refusal. He knew how to make them agree. They would each submit for
the other. For Fox, Alex would do anything, and Fox likewise would do
anything for Alex. He had already begun his claiming with Fox, and he knew
that the beautiful man would not struggle when it came to the sex, as much as
he would balk at sharing Alex.
Mulder was lulled by the raw beauty of this place. It was as if humans had
never existed, here. He knew it had looked the same for centuries and would
look the same for centuries to come. The constant crash of water lashing at
the rocks, nearly deafened him until Skinner had moved further down the beach
where the water had less rocks to battle. He waited for the big man to
acknowledge his presence. It was past time that they discussed what was to
come. He knew that their old roles had ended just as surely as the world as
he knew it had ended. Even here, three thousand miles away from Murdoch, he
felt the pull of the man. He felt sure that Murdoch would cross any distance
to take him. And though he was afraid for himself, he was even more
frightened for Alex. Alex has regained his confidence once he had slept
enough, but Fox didn't want anything like that to be repeated. Skinner could
protect them. And Skinner wanted him. If that was the price for protecting
Alex, then he would go to the man without hesitation. He was honest enough
to admit, too, that the idea of making love with Skinner again was tempting.
That big body, that enormous cock...
Skinner sensed Mulder's growing arousal, and smiled. Alex would be that way
too, once he had been claimed. As it was, Alex was bonding with Garren,
somehow, even now. Skinner knew that he would have to claim Alex soon. He
couldn't imagine Alex leaving Mulder behind, but already the man's thoughts
were with Garren, on returning to him. It would all end fine he knew. He
could see it clearly now. He would take Alex first. And then Fox. Then to
bind them all together he would let them pleasure each other while he
watched. He turned and looked for a moment in Fox's forest eyes. He saw his
acquiescence. He walked to the man who held his heart and kissed the soft
lips, hearing a hiss of anger come from the assassin. "You know the price of
his protection?"
Mulder nodded and opened his mouth to Skinner's tongue.
"Fox!" Alex growled dangerously, seconds away from pulling Fox away from
Skinner.
Skinner lapped once more at the sweet mouth and turned to Alex. "Do you want
him to be safe?"
Alex turned red with fury. "Yes!" he spat out.
"Then get used to this," Skinner growled and cupped one of Fox's full ass
cheeks. "And get used to more."
Alex spun about. He might have to accept it but he sure as shit wasn't going
to watch it.
"He does it for your protection." Skinner's words stopped Alex. There was
something not said.
"And I accept it, for his," he hissed without turning.
He jerked when he was pulled back into Skinner's strong embrace. "No, Alex,
you give the same for his protection as he gives for yours." Skinner's voice
was hot and humid on Alex's skin.
"No!" Mulder protested.
Skinner chuckled, "Oh, how interesting, aye assassin? He is ready to spread
himself wide and offer that beautiful body for your protection, but you
aren't willing to do the same for him!"
Alex spun to face the big man, and he glared. "I would do anything for
him, Skinner," he spat.
"Prove it. Kiss me now, and convince me you mean it," Walter taunted.
Alex hesitated only a moment before he devoured Skinner's mouth with angry
passion. His body was unconsciously programmed to respond to domination.
Seeing his lover kissing Skinner so passionately hurt Mulder, and he looked
away. When he heard the small sound of passion issue forth from Alex, he
clenched his fists. There was nothing to be done about it, Skinner would
have his little harem, but that didn't mean Mulder had to like it. He
glanced over at the now engrossed duo, and he felt jealous... but it was a
jealousy for them both he realized.
Abruptly, Skinner released a breathless, Krycek and turned to look at Mulder.
"You two discuss it together. I will not force it, nor will I ever force
it. But I will demand it as payment for my protection... so you can view that
as you will. But if you come to me, be prepared to become mine... both of
you... in every way. No protests, no reservations, and no shame. You won't
be my slaves, as I know you are both aware by now, that you would be to the
millions of creatures that would kill to own you. You will be my lovers, and
I will cherish you both. But, that is a decision you will both have to
make." As Skinner strode off he wondered if he were lying. Would he let
Mulder go... let Alex go? Could he if they chose to leave? He didn't want to
think about it. It was enough to know that they believed he would.
Alex pulled Fox into his embrace and kissed him. They stared into each
others eyes for a minute before sinking to the sand to sit side by side.
They didn't need words. They knew what decision would be made, and both
preferred to be together than apart... and too, if they were honest with
themselves, they preferred to be controlled by Skinner than by any other.
Mulder snuggled in close to Alex and breathed in his fresh scent. Alex
kissed the top of Mulder's head and squeezed him tight, content for now just
to feel that beautiful body in his arms.
"I love you, Alex," Mulder's voice was serious and near satiated.
"I love you more, baby," Alex purred, and they both fell silent again, just
rubbing cheeks together from time to time and moving to get closer.
Whatever happened to them after this moment, they couldn't control, and was
for the moment, irrelevant. Mulder watched the sea and Alex watched the sky,
both with their thoughts far away, and both entirely comfortable as the
snuggled together in the warm sun and the cooling sea spray. It was enough.
End of The Changing
"If you want to be with me
If you want to be with me
You can come with me if you want to"
—Depeche Mode
Sirius
1:00 am
arren had let Alex sleep for hours before he returned to his sweet cat. The
estate was quiet, and there were plenty of guards on patrol. The ceremony to
close the Opening would not be disturbed. He slid next to the sleeping
beauty, kissing and biting on taut, golden flesh. With a grin he reopened the
small wound on Alex's neck and introduced a bit more of his spore. Before it
could take effect, he gently shook Alex awake. Those beautiful eyes blinked
in drugged confusion, and Garren lapped gently at the parted pink lips.
10 miles South of Sirius
Bunker
1:30 am
The Murdoch Family Estate
Final Closing
Ending
Fort Bragg, California
11:30 a.m. Pacific Standard Time
