Subtle he wasn't, but Ares had got the message across. Alex was going to
steal some stupid artifact from one of the biggest and most secure
museums in the world. And he was going to bring it back to his "lord and
master," the god who had adopted Alex as his latest little amusement.
Alex had thought his days of taking orders from a superior were over,
but apparently not. You couldn't exactly say no to Ares, his threats
were all too real. But oh, the rewards! Alex felt his body responding
unconsciously to the memory of last night and whimpered softly. It was
always like this afterwards, his body aching with longing, desperate for
the next time he would lie in those strong arms. It wasn't love. In
fact, in some ways he hated Ares, the submission he demanded was
unnatural to Alex. But the nights...... lust personified.
Alex sighed, and prepared to make a quick reconnaissance of the
Washington Museum he had been ordered to rob. How hard could it be to
steal some golden trinket from a Greek statue?
Fox Mulder was having the latest in what seemed a very long line of bad
days. Nothing ever seemed to go right, these days. The latest misfortune
was being assigned to show some foreign cop from Greece around
Washington, while his embassy was engaged in high level talks about
antiquities trafficking and its prevention. One Captain Apollo
Artemidorus, who obviously came from a family of culture. Mulder was
really suffering. Not that a program of visits to Washington's museums
and art galleries was so dreadful, even for someone with his appalling
aesthetic sense. But the Greek was plainly as bored as Mulder was, and
it showed. He wondered why the hell the handsome Greek had wanted to do
the tour in the first place. Mulder was barely paying attention to his
colleague's occasional, slightly malicious comments, and was counting
the minutes until he could go home that evening. So when the Greek
grinned, and brightened up considerably, he didn't immediately realise
the cause.
The Greek sculpture gallery.
The Greek nude sculpture gallery.
Very nude.
Apollo leered at his embarrassed companion and grinned.
"Where I come from, such beautiful physiques are common. Don't you find
them attractive Agent Mulder? Quite unlike the modern male who sits in
an office all day and grows fat. These men were beauty personified.
Magnificent, don't you think? So well built. So developed...."
Mulder blushed, to his companion's delight. There was more than a hint
of the prude about the delightfully attractive Agent Mulder that Apollo
found irresistible. He wondered how long it would take him to seduce the
beautiful mortal. If he had time enough, the powerful blonde sun god
would teach Mulder a thing or two about how to please his betters. Fox
Mulder would certainly learn a few thing about himself. Like how to
kneel in worship at the feet of a god, and obey his every whim.
Apollo smiled slightly cruelly. History could have told Mulder a few
tales about the danger of loving this particular god. There had once
been a handsome young man called Hyacinthus, who Apollo had wooed and
won. He had blinded one of his rivals in love for the human, but another
had smashed his pretty lover's skull to pieces in retaliation. And
there had been many forcible conquests of beautiful humans since then.
But in the meantime, his little game was about to begin. This time,
Ares would lose.
Alex strolled casually round the museum, nonchalantly studying the
exhibits, biding his time, pretending to be engrossed in his studies.
Remarkable what a change of clothing did for him. It was ridiculously
easy to shed the hard, ruthless image and adopt the guise of an inept
and awkward academic making an examination of certain artefacts. He
edged his way closer to this afternoon's goal, the travelling exhibition
of Greek treasures which was lodged on an upper floor. And one
particular statue of Aphrodite, goddess of love, that bore a golden
necklace. For some reason, Ares demanded the piece of jewellery.
Alex had studied purloined plans of the museum and its security details,
and had figured out a way to snatch the necklace in broad daylight. The
museum security was unexpectedly lax during the day, though stringent at
night. Alex anticipated few problems that his gun couldn't fix.
His mistake.
Mulder sighed. His guest showed no desire to leave the museum, and even
when the closing chimes sounded through its marbled halls, he still
lingered in the vicinity of the exhibition hall. When Mulder had dropped
a few less than subtle hints about leaving, and maybe taking in a meal,
he had merely smiled and said, "All in good time!"
Mulder sighed quietly, and tried to feign an interest in the exhibits
around him. There was one particular statue of the god Apollo that he
would swear was smirking at him. In fact, it bore more than a passing
resemblance to his big, golden haired companion. Mulder felt
irrationally irritated by the figure. Then something caught his eye. A
slightly stooping academic wearing an old tweed jacket was peering
through thick glasses at the statue of Aphrodite Mulder had just passed.
The man lifted his head and glanced around quickly. Mulder gasped. At
first he hadn't been sure. But now he knew.
Alex!
Mulder concealed himself hastily behind a mock marble column and watched
as his nemesis surveyed his surroundings. The last of the tourists filed
out of the hall. Mulder couldn't see Apollo anywhere.
Abruptly, Alex leapt up onto the high marble pedestal displaying the
statue, and in a single movement, ripped the necklace from it. The guard
on duty jumped up with a shout, and was dispatched with maximum
efficiency by one carefully aimed martial arts kick to the head.
Mulder yelled Krycek's name, and ran forward, pulling his gun. But
before he could take more than a few steps, Apollo was standing before
Krycek, towering over him, his big form trembling with rage.
"Give it to me!" he snarled, his voice low with menace.
Alex scowled at him and with a sense of horror, Mulder saw Krycek's gun
swing round to aim at the Greek's chest. Mulder saw the muzzle flash as
the gun fired twice.
Apollo sneered in contempt at the human's pathetic attempts at self
defence, and with a powerful fist, backhanded Alex Krycek across the
face. The Consortium assassin's gun flew away from him. The human's eyes
went wide with shock, even as he fell, to lie sprawled, semi-conscious
at the god's feet. Apollo reached down and ripped the necklace roughly
from the human's clutching fingers.
"What the hell?" Mulder had skidded to a stop on the marbled floor, and
was staring at Apollo. "How did you survive a hit that close? What's
going on?"
The golden haired god smiled in restored good humour. He had what he had
come for. Ares' pathetic servant had revealed the true hiding place of
Aphrodite's necklace, and now its powers would be his. Ares had lost
this round. He reached out and patted Fox Mulder's cheek
condescendingly, enjoying the way the hazel eyes widened in outrage.
"Keep yourself ready for me, my Fox. My demands on you will test your
body to its limits. I look forward to the taste of those beautiful
lips....."
"You damn...... If you think I'm going to........" Mulder spluttered.
Apollo laughed, and his body shimmered with a golden reflection of
sunlight, dazzling Mulder. Then faded into nothing. He had gone.
Mulder's gun dropped from suddenly nerveless fingers, and he sank to his
knees, staring at the spot where Apollo had disappeared. It was the
sound of harsh laughter that finally penetrated the numbness that seemed
to have overtaken his brain. He looked down.
Alex lay sprawled on the floor next to him, watching him closely, a thin
thread of blood marring the perfection of his mouth. Green eyes gleamed
with wry amusement.
"You don't know what you're involved in Mulder. Who the players are!
It's not a game either of us can ever win. Just hope to stay alive and
in one piece...."
Mulder felt fury well up inside him. He grabbed at Alex, and shook his
nemesis roughly.
"You son of a bitch, Krycek! Tell me what's going on now! What the hell
just happened?"
Alex Krycek's lips curved up further.
"Maybe I should tell you. No-one would ever believe you anyway. Then
again, certain.... parties might not like me giving away their secrets.
I've got to cover my ass in this...."
Mulder felt a wave of rage take him. He wanted to pound his fists into
this so-frustrating man. To shake some sense into him. To reach down
and...... What? He shook his head, trying to clear it. Saw the gleam of
green in his former partner's sidelong glance. Before he could analyse
his feelings, his fists were extended, catching hold of Krycek's stupid
jacket. Tweed, for fuck's sake! What a dumb disguise! Eyes turned
emerald, widening with apprehension.
"Your ass is mine!" Mulder growled.
Before he was even aware of his actions, Mulder pulled Alex against him
and kissed the slightly swollen lips, forcing them apart, like he had
wanted to do for so long. He plunged his tongue deep into the warmth of
Krycek's mouth and when he met no resistance, tasted the sweetness that
lay within. Alex tasted as good as he remembered. Back when he had
sluttishly offered himself to Mulder, when they were partners. He had
seemed so young and innocent then. So ready to be kissed and sucked and
licked and.......
What was happening to him? For a moment Mulder drew back, tried to slow
the frantic pace of his heart, the whirling thoughts that seemed to be
filling his head with thoughts of desire and hot, frantic sex. Alex
gazed at him coquettishly, smiling slightly, his eyes promising so much.
His lips looked almost bruised now, darkened and slightly moist. He was
breathing slightly fast, an effect of Mulder's last offensive against
his mouth.
"Go ahead," Alex said softly. "I know what you want. Take it....."
Mulder caught hold of Krycek and dragged him backwards, both men on
their feet now and stumbling against each other. Mulder slammed Alex
against the wall, and pressed himself closer, not caring any more. The
pull of those green eyes was too great. A whirlpool of desire that drew
him in, promising wordless delights that would make him their slave
forever. And how he wanted to fall into those green depths. To surrender
a part of himself to their demands.
"Alex......"
Mulder moaned in protest, the last of his willpower disappearing as
strong arms went up around him, holding him close. He could feel how
much Alex wanted him. The slight trembling in the body crushed against
his, the unmistakable hardness pressed against his hip. Alex moved
against him, a slight, delicious friction, one leg lifting and
inveigling its way between his thighs, rubbing gently.
"Let's get out of here, I know a place......" Alex finally moved away
from him, and Mulder found himself following blindly, through the
darkened halls of the empty museum. Apparently the robbery hadn't been
discovered yet, the guard must still be unconscious.
Mulder didn't care.
Alex stopped outside a grey, unmarked door and pulled a lockpick out.
The door swung open in seconds. The two of them entered, and found
themselves in an abandoned suite of offices, still tenanted by a range
of office furniture. Alex pulled Mulder down onto an old couch, and was
instantly astride him, pushing him back into the softness of the
cushions, ripping at his shirt, unheeding of its care. Long fingers
agilely pulled open his belt and zipper. A sigh of triumph as his
already swollen cock was drawn free.
"I see you've missed me!" A throaty whisper, followed by a long, slow
lick across the surface of Mulder's neck. It was Mulder's turn to moan.
His nemesis pulled off his jacket and flung it sideways, followed
shortly afterwards by his shirt.
Mulder caught his breath at the sight of his handsome lover, skin smooth
and taut over a firmly muscled torso. Alex could have modelled for one
of those damned statues, an athlete or runner perhaps. Irresistibly, he
ran his fingers across the perfect skin, enjoying the smooth feel of it.
Alex grinned wickedly, and leaned in to capture Mulder's mouth under
his. He had been waiting so long for this. To be with Mulder again. Then
with an animal grace, pulling at his remaining clothes. He slithered
down the half naked body next to his and rapidly took care of Mulder's
remaining clothing. The agent watched, his cock growing to its full
extent, droplets of pre-ejaculate beginning to form at its tip.
Alex found his mouth close, not entirely by coincidence, to Mulder's
magnificently proportioned penis. It was a small, but rewarding step to
take the engorged tip into his mouth and taste the long sought flavour
of Fox Mulder. It was also good to hear the little gasp that Mulder made
when he increased the suction of his lips a little.
Mulder gazed down at the dark haired young man who was attending to his
erection with evident enthusiasm and no shortage of expertise. He
watched the movement of the mouth on his cock, the swift glances that
seemed to strike into his soul.
Then Alex drew back.
"No! Alex.... please"
Mulder found to his chagrin that his mouth seemed more in tune with his
cock than his brain. This was stupid! He and Alex...... It could never
work..... So why was he begging the younger man to suck him off? To
Alex's obvious amusement.
Alex had been in control of this encounter from the beginning.
With a superhuman effort, Mulder forced himself to move. In one lithe
movement, he pounced on Alex. Suddenly, he was the one in control, and
Alex was the one sprawled beneath him.
"You said I had to take it!" he growled fiercely. He sucked briefly on
his fingers. Then he was thrusting them between firm thighs, and
trailing them across sensitive skin until he was besieging Alex's tight
opening. The expression of shock Alex wore changed abruptly to desire,
and he pushed his ass eagerly towards the invading fingers, voicing his
approval with a muttered "Oh yeah..."
Alex was in heaven. He was in the arms of a very willing and eager Fox
Mulder. One who didn't have to be seduced, like last time..... Who was
uncharacteristically in control of Alex's body. When Alex had
anticipated being the initiator in this encounter. He had planned to
fall to his knees and suck the agent until he screamed. But this was
better. Mulder seemed so very aggressive, so demanding.
It seemed like Alex had a lot of practice these days, fulfilling the
needs of powerful men. Though he liked being on top better, there was a
lot to be said for being filled with Fox Mulder's cock. Alex eagerly
anticipated whatever he could get from Mulder. He should have remembered
Mulder's peculiar little quirks. He had to convince himself he was still
macho, so he had only allowed Alex to take him once. Alex licked his
lips in anticipation. Give it time....
Irresistibly Mulder kissed Alex again, enjoying the way the younger man
accepted his probing tongue without protest. He could feel the younger
man's body moving into a more amenable position beneath him. Somehow the
thought that Alex Krycek wanted him so badly brought with it, incredible
heat. Alex reclined beneath him like a young god, perfect in every way,
his thighs parted and his knees drawn up to provide him with extra
leverage. Mulder didn't hesitate to position himself quickly between
them. The implied invitation was more than sufficient to bring him close
to the edge.
Mulder felt himself to be alive for the first time in years. It was as
if he was possessed by a mysterious force that demanded his body and
soul. And the force emanated from his long time rival, one time lover
Alex. He was more beautiful than Mulder remembered. His skin seemed to
have a luminous quality that defied description, an enchanting, haunting
quality that was almost irresistible.
Both of them must have sensed that something was different this time. If
a quick bout of sex was what they had anticipated, then things were
suddenly not going to plan. Alex had frozen, staring into Mulder's eyes,
and he too remained immobile for a moment. Watching each other. Not sure
what had changed, only that it was something soul shaking. Time seemed
to pause......
"Alex......" Mulder said uncertainly.
"Yeah...... I know!" The assassin smiled tentatively. "You going to stay
there all day...?"
"Maybe."
Softly then. "Okay, if you want to......"
Mulder grinned then. "Maybe not!"
In a single thrust he buried himself inside Alex Krycek, saw the green
eyes flash fire, the delectable lips part in a long moan of
satisfaction. His strong legs wrapped around his lover's body, pulling
him closer. Alex had always been unexpectedly agile in bed, it was
something they had delighted in, a long time ago.
He looked, at the moment, as though he was the cat who'd got the cream.
Gallons of it, pure and totally satisfying.
In truth, Alex was finding it difficult to stay in control. Too many
times with Ares. Too many long hard thrusts that impaled him utterly.
And when Ares took, he held nothing back. Mulder felt the same inside
him. The agent was one of the biggest men Alex had ever had, except for
HIM.
The urge to surrender to the demands of his body was becoming too
strong. Ares had loved it when his little Alex writhed out of control
beneath him, fucking himself frantically into orgasm after orgasm. Now
Alex found himself reacting to Mulder the same way.
He screamed helplessly, then he was clawing Mulder deeper, wantonly
lifting his hips higher, trying to take in more of Mulder. Trying to
bring the ecstasy closer. He saw the flash of astonishment in Mulder's
eyes at his abandoned behaviour. Alex Krycek surrendering to him? Losing
whatever restraint he possessed? Giving himself body and soul? Alex
didn't care. His body was crying out for what Mulder could give him.
"Fox.... deeper. I want you...... harder.... yes....YES!"
Alex felt his hips surge upwards as he came, unable to quell the
physical response, and the howl he made as he reached his peak. Mulder's
own sounds changed, his gasps becoming small cries of pleasure, as the
waves of Alex's release bore down on him. Then Alex felt the hot flood
of Mulder's own fulfilment, as he discharged his seed deep into Alex's
body.
Mulder sagged down on top of his lover, breathing heavily in exertion.
He pressed his forehead against Alex's as they both lay still, wrapped
up in each other.
"That was incredible!" Mulder murmured in the younger man's ear. He
lifted his head slightly, so he could observe the green eyes closely.
"You too! That was so hot......."
"It doesn't have to be just once Alex. Come stay with me. It can be like
it was before....."
Alex gently pushed at his lover, until Mulder reluctantly allowed him
up. He rose to his feet and shook his head.
"There are things you don't know. I'm involved with some stuff....."
"I don't give a damn!"
Alex grinned and grabbed his lover's face between two warm hands.
"You idiot, Mulder! You're not thinking with your brain, are you?"
The thin gold bracelet round his wrist scraped against the smooth skin
of Mulder's cheek. Alex leaned in for a kiss that wasn't the heat and
fiery torment of their recent sex, but something filled with tenderness
and gentle affection. His green eyes were deep as the ocean, somehow
more open and needy than Mulder had ever seen from him before.
"Fox......"
"ALEX!"
Both men jumped apart, and whirled as the unexpected voice sounded
behind them.
Ares leaned against the wall, deceptively casual in expression, leering
at the two naked men. Alex flushed and lowered his eyes. Unlike Mulder,
he knew what Ares could do to him if he was annoyed. He tried to make
himself appear as non-threatening and submissive as possible.
Ares smirked. Alex was as cowed by the implied threat to himself and his
lover as if Ares had yelled a thousand terrible curses at him. The
little fool was actually in love with his playmate. Oh yes, Alex would
pay for his carelessness. But because Ares considered himself a generous
patron, he would make sure Alex's punishment involved a good deal of
surrendering of that lush body to his god's whims. Alex would find his
penance quite a challenge. Ares grinned unconsciously, and Alex shivered
at his master's knowing expression.
God. Oh god. He knew then that he wouldn't be able to walk straight
tomorrow. If he was even able to stand, that is.
Alex moaned softly, not sure whether to be afraid or willing. Mulder
watched him in shock, as he made his way over to the god and dropped
automatically to his knees before Ares. A large hand reached out and
petted his little slut's face. Mulder saw a suddenly vulnerable
expression on Alex Krycek's face that didn't fit at all with the Alex he
had come to know and love. And when did Alex act so submissive to
anyone?
"You've attracted my brother's attention, Agent Mulder. That's not
something I'd recommend!" The dark eyed man, who appeared to dominate
Alex, was watching him closely. "I can protect you, but my services come
at a price....."
One hand traced down Alex's cheekbone and then a finger pressed against
Alex's passion reddened lips. They parted to let the invader in, and
Alex began to suckle enthusiastically on Ares' finger. Mulder watched,
transfixed. He felt wildly, irrationally jealous. So it was just another
trick by Krycek. Who obviously had other interests, other men......
Why the hell did he care about the actions of that two timing whore?
He wanted nothing more to do with Alex or his patron.
"Slut!" he whispered softly.
Ares laughed.
"You're assuming he has a choice, Agent Mulder!"
All Mulder's presumptions shattered. And only Alex's warning glance
stopped him from rushing forward to beat the shit out of the dark
bearded man. That and the sudden realisation of what was wrong here.
The thing his mind had refused to accept until now. Maybe because he had
been thinking with his cock and not his brain.
Alex Krycek had two arms!
The implications were terrifying. There was a power at work here beyond
his comprehension.
"You begin to understand." Ares said softly. "My offer is still open,
Agent Mulder. Just call my name and I'll come for you."
"Your name?"
"Ares!" the god said. Then he and Alex disappeared in a shimmer of
light.
Ares stroked his finger down Alex's chest, flicking across the nipple
lightly until it stood firm and proud. The wanton little slut whimpered
softly, shivered in distress. Wide green eyes filled with apprehension.
Humans were so regrettably prone to sensory overload. Alex had just
reached that point, and didn't seem to comprehend what was happening to
him. That Ares slightest touch would bring pleasure so overwhelming, it
was almost painful. The human's mouth was by now visibly bruised, and
not just from the attentions of Ares' hated brother Apollo. Alex had
been taken so many times that night, that he could barely lift his head,
he was so exhausted.
Ares laughed unkindly, and reached for Alex's left arm. He pulled the
length of gold chain from around Alex's wrist.
"A partial success, little one. This is the reason you're still alive,
and not scampering around on three legs, Alex. My foolish brother didn't
realise that my dear wife Aphrodite's necklace snapped in two, when he
ripped it away from you. Mind you, Alex. If you didn't want to get
fucked senseless, you should never have worn it next to your skin.
That's its purpose, after all. My bitch of a wife was always
enthusiastic about sex."
He smirked.
"And of course, your precious Mulder found you as hard to resist as I
did!"
His smile deepened further.
"I take it as a personal affront that you're still conscious, Alex. One
more time, I think!"
He always did love a challenge.
Ares' Pawn
by Megaera
Simple he says! No problem for someone of your talents! I'm relying on
you to do this for me Alex! Don't let me down Alex, you wouldn't want to
spend eternity as a real rat would you? With one limb missing?
