The minutes ticked away and I started to get restless. Why the fuck was I
acting like some pathetic schoolgirl with a crush on her teacher? Okay, I
didn't know many schoolgirls who stalked their teachers and watched them have
sex in dirty alleyways, but the other details were the same. I thought about
him constantly and it stabbed at my heart whenever I did. Even though I'd
been assigned to monitor him, I had genuinely admired him when we were
partners. When we'd become lovers he was all I thought I'd ever want. That
was until the powers that be raised the stakes and began their seduction. The
empty promises of the kind of power and wealth I'd only ever dreamed of was a
siren song I could not ignore. I wanted more than his love and not even my
feelings for him prevented me from following my orders. I think the only
thing I would have stopped short of doing was killing him. Instead, I did
everything else I was told and ended up losing him, eventually reducing myself
to a pitiful slob who stalked his ex-lover in the hopes of a reunion. Had I
said schoolgirl before? I meant fucking lunatic. Funny how often I get those
two mixed up.
The sound of voices got my attention and I stood up straighter, hand
automatically going for my gun. It was warm from my body and gave me a
welcome sense of comfort as I ran my fingers over its smooth, hard lines.
Besides a box turtle I had when I was a kid, it was the closest thing to a
best friend I'd ever owned. I laughed to myself at the flash of memory, but
immediately sobered when the two men came into view. God, it was him. I put
my gun back in its holster, my eyes never leaving his form. The sight of him,
all full of self-assurance and swaggering with a sensual gait, never failed to
elicit the same response from my body. My stomach clenched and my heart and
cock both started beating and pulsing so hard, I swore I looked like some
deranged Tex Avery cartoon. I couldn't imagine what my reaction would have
been if I'd been close enough to see the way his tongue played over his bottom
lip, leaving a glistening trail that begged to be kissed. As I watched the
two of them talking I knew that tonight I wasn't going to approach him. I'd
just stand there and watch as he fucked another in a long line of pretty men,
jerking off as I imagined I was the one he had crushed against the wall. Then
I'd go back to my apartment and dream about him, all the while cursing myself
for being nothing but a chickenshit.
I had resigned myself to the familiar routine when things took an unexpected
turn. One moment he'd been kissing and stroking the guy, the next there was a
knife in his face. I couldn't hear what the guy was saying, but it was pretty
obvious what his intent was when Mulder was spun around and shoved against the
wall. His pants were roughly yanked down to his ankles and I wondered how far
I was going to let it go before I stepped in to save him. Some sick part of
myself wanted to make sure he was really grateful to me for saving his ass and
another part was demanding I get over there now and stop this. No surprise
which side won out.
The scream that ripped through Mulder at the guy's first thrust didn't so much
panic me as make me yearn to fuck him next. I was slightly disturbed. The
discomfort soon passed and I was once again riveted by the sight of my former
lover getting fucked within an inch of his life by some guy with a knife. The
painful ache of my cock soon became too much to just stand idly by while
someone else was getting a piece of what I'd missed for so long, and I decided
to make my move. I walked up behind the guy and put my gun to the back of his
head.
"Drop the knife."
The guy froze and I heard the clacking sound of the knife as it hit the
garbage strewn asphalt.
"Turn around." I moved back enough to allow him to follow my order. When he
did, I slammed his back against the wall. I saw his face and was a little
taken back that he didn't have the same glint in his eye I was so accustomed
to in my fellow criminals. This guy looked terrified.
"You like unwilling partners, huh?" I shoved the gun under his jaw, forcing
his head up. His eyes flickered nervously to Mulder, who had pulled up his
pants and was fastening them.
"Hey, what is this?" The guy's voice came out high and squeaky and I almost
laughed in his face.
"You don't look at him." I snarled. He clenched his eyes shut and started
stammering.
"H-he w-wanted this. It was his idea."
I looked at Mulder. "What the fuck is he talking about?"
Mulder didn't say anything as he crouched to pick up the knife. When he
handed it to me, I was convinced I felt the soft graze of his fingers as they
touched my cold, lifeless hand.
"Mulder, what the hell is going on?" I demanded when he didn't answer.
"Alex, it's so good to see you." The calm, methodical way he spoke was
unnerving. "I knew you'd help me."
Before I could ask him what he meant, there was another protest from the man I
had pinned to the wall.
"What? You told me you wanted me to pull the knife. You said you liked it
rough."
I turned my attention back to the guy. "Shut up before I shoot you."
"I don't know what he's talking about, Alex." Mulder sounded a little scared
and I wondered what had caused the sudden turnaround. I didn't have much time
to ponder his demeanor when he stepped up to my side and put an arm around my
neck. The gesture caught me off guard and I felt my heart jump into my
throat.
"Mulder, what's going on?" I kept my eyes on the stranger as I asked the
question.
"You saw what happened." He whispered into my ear, his soft, hot breath
making me want to forget about the asshole I had at gunpoint. "Are you going
to let him get away with what he was doing to me?" His hand moved down to my
crotch and started massaging my erection through my jeans. My hand closed
tightly around the knife.
"What do you want me to do?" I didn't recognize my own voice. It sounded so
resigned and needy and I could only imagine what his next words were going to
be.
He bit my ear then and I gasped at the unexpected yet welcome pain. "Do it,
Alex."
I turned my head and stared at him. His eyes were filled with a darkness I'd
never seen in him before, a darkness that I saw every time I looked in a
mirror. Nodding slowly, I returned my gaze to Mulder's attacker and his eyes
widened as he realized my intent.
"Turn around." I growled the words and would have been scared myself if I'd
been on the receiving end of them.
The guys shook his head. "Just let me go. Please."
Mulder stepped away from me and took the knife out of my hand, allowing me to
grab the guy and turn him around, slamming him against the wall so hard, it
knocked the breath out of him. I awkwardly started pulling his pants down
with my left hand but couldn't do it effectively. Mulder, seeing my
predicament, stepped in and eased the guy's pants over his hips, allowing me
ready access. I next felt his hands at the waistband of my jeans as he
unfastened them, releasing my aching cock. The heat of his hand on my
sensitive flesh made me groan as he placed the tip against the guy's entrance.
He reached a hand down and gently caressed my balls before giving them a
quick, almost playful squeeze.
"Come on, Alex, do it." He whispered again and moved around behind me. As he
rubbed his crotch against my bare ass, I pushed back against him. I wanted
him to fuck me so badly I could taste it, but I knew I wouldn't get what I
wanted until I'd given him what he wanted. I braced myself and pushed
forward, impaling the fucker in front of me. His cries shot straight to my
cock and made me start to pump in and out of his ass, ripping into him with
every thrust. Mulder's hands moved down and I felt him spread my ass. I
anticipated his cock entering me, but instead sensed his body weight shift
then felt the hot, smooth, unmistakable feeling of his tongue as it probed me.
"God, Fox, yeah," I was babbling while the guy I was fucking whimpered. The
thought that this shithead had the nerve to touch my Fox made me pump even
faster and harder into him. I was going to tear up his ass and make him know
he'd better never touch what was mine again. Each time I pulled back, I felt
Mulder's tongue in my ass and it was enough to send me over the edge. My
balls pulled up tight and I felt months of being without him build and shoot
out of me, at once blessed relief and sudden loss. I slumped against my
victim and felt him shaking as he cried. Stupid asshole. I leaned back and
turned him around again.
"Get the fuck out of here. You tell anyone about this and I will kill you.
Trust me."
He nodded frantically and I watched him stumble down the alley, pulling up his
pants as he did. He kept looking back at me almost as if he expected me to
shoot him once his back was turned. I was a lot of things, but I'd never kill
someone after I let them go. If I'd wanted to kill him, I would have done it
after I fucked him.
"Okay, your turn, Alex." I was slammed against the wall and felt Mulder
fumbling with his pants, then suddenly the painfully sweet burn as he pushed
into me, making me his again. I cried out and felt him take the gun I hadn't
realized I was still holding out of my hand.
"How does that feel, huh?" I couldn't answer him as I felt him sliding in and
out of me the way I'd dreamt of him doing it for all this time. God, it was
like when we'd been together. There hadn't been anything tender about our
time as lovers, but that had only made me feel so much more for him.
"I missed you, Mulder," I managed to grunt the words as he fucked me hard,
every thrust pushing me against the cold, damp bricks. I wondered how I could
have lived without this for so long. I suppose you can become accustomed to
anything eventually.
"Why the fuck did you do that to me, Alex? I really cared about you, you
know."
His words hit me in the gut and as much pleasure as I was feeling at that
moment, the pain of his words lessened it considerably.
"I had to do it." I sounded pathetic. Next thing you know I'd be saying I
was just following orders as if that would make everything okay. I didn't
want this encounter to end up with me begging for forgiveness and him shutting
me down completely.
"And I have to do this." I felt the cold steel of the gun barrel against my
temple and heard the safety clicked off. Fuck. I was going to die in some
dark, dirty alley with my ex-lover's cock up my ass and a stupid smile on my
face. I didn't give a shit. I'd gotten to be with him one more time.
"Okay." I closed my eyes and readied myself for the shot. I wanted him to
come first so I clenched my ass muscles around his dick and heard him gasp at
the pressure. He groaned and I felt him shudder as his hot come filled my
ass, leaving me with an undeniably cold, empty feeling as I knew my life was
over. It wasn't so much the fact that I'd be dead, but the fact that I'd
never feel him this way again.
When nothing happened I shifted under him. He moved back and allowed me to
turn around.
"What's going on? I thought you were going to kill me."
He smiled and shook his head then flipped the gun around and handed it to me.
I took it cautiously and reholstered it.
"I just wanted you to know I could have." He stepped closer and pressed his
lips against mine. "You fucking leave me again, and I will kill you. Got
it?"
I nodded and closed my eyes as his tongue slipped past my lips and into my
hungry mouth. He tasted the same and soon I was trying to consume every part
of him... We broke apart and he was laughing.
I frowned. "What's so funny?"
"The look on that guy's face. Classic."
"You mean, he was telling the truth?"
"Do you care?" The look on his face was a challenge.
I shook my head. "Not really. But if you knew I'd be here, you could have
just talked to me."
"I could have. But would it have been as much fun? Besides, I wanted to know
what you'd do for me."
I reached out a hand and pulled his head toward me. "Now you do. What's
next?" I bent my head to suck gently at his neck. He'd never know how
grateful I was to him for taking me back just as I'd never understand the
extent to which he really cared about me, if he did at all. I could live with
that.
"I say we make ourselves decent so we don't get arrested, and then we go back
to my apartment. Consider yourself in my custody."
I looked up at him slightly alarmed and saw a warm smile. The kind of smile I
remembered after we'd make love.
"You mean..."
"Yeah, buddy," a pull on his zipper, "You've just lost your freedom."
I grinned, hoping I didn't look too happy. "Then take me away."
end
Tarnished Armor
by Frankie
I don't know what made that night so different from all the others I'd spent
watching him. All I know was I was in the right place at the right time for
once in my sorry life. Shit. I don't want to make it sound like destiny was
smiling on me. All I did was take note of the places he went, what he did,
who he did, and how many times and ways he liked to do them. It wasn't fate
that brought me to the dark alley behind one of his favorite hunting grounds.
It was the possibility that it would be the night I'd have the balls to show
my face again and accept whatever retribution he chose to dole out. As I
stood there waiting for him, I couldn't have imagined then where I'd end up or
what I'd lose.
