"You have to ask?" Mulder frowned slightly. "I'm not going to beat you
up today Alex."
Green eyes gleamed with sly humour. "Yeah, well. Sometimes it's hard to
be sure with you Mulder!"
Mulder gave an exasperated sigh. Alex Krycek had to be one of the most
infuriating, irritating damn.... He forced the feeling down. This was
exactly how they usually ended up fighting. He ignored the subtle jibe
and concentrated on the issue at hand. When Alex had arranged to meet
him in a downtown bar, all he could think about was their last
encounter.
Alex beneath him, green eyes aflame with desire....
Alex kneeling before Ares, looking so apprehensive .....
He had realised with more than a little amusement, that his protective
instincts were being roused by Alex Krycek, of all people. He studied
the younger man's face for a moment. There was something there, a hint
of vulnerability that he had never seen before. Like Alex was living on
a knife edge and his grip on sanity was beginning to slip. Absurd that
he wanted to protect the rat. Wasn't it?
Alex saw that he was preoccupied, and stared into the depths of his
drink, silent and still. Finally Mulder raised his eyes again and asked
the question that had so consumed him.
"Are you alright? Did he hurt you?"
Was he imagining it, or did a tiny flicker of gratitude appear in the
green depths of Krycek's eyes.
"No!" A whisper. Then with more confidence. "That's not what he
likes....... I can cope with it Mulder, just leave it alone."
"Alex....."
"Nice to know you care!" Back came the cocky young punk Krycek who so
irritated him. Mulder wouldn't rise to the bait. Mulder ignored the none
too subtle attempt to divert his attention. Instead he reached over and
caught at the long fingers of the renewed left hand, and raised it to
study the miracle up close. He couldn't tell that it wasn't original.
Alex's palm was slightly roughened and Mulder casually traced a finger
across it in wonder. Then irresistibly, he raised it to his lips. There
was a small gasp. Alex tried to pull the hand away. Mulder forestalled
the action by taking the index finger into his mouth and sucking it in
slowly in an unmistakable gesture.
Alex looked like a wild animal caught in a spotlight. Frightened by what
he sensed was happening to them. Mulder wasn't sure himself where this
was going to lead. But he had to try.
"Outside....." he said in a low voice. "I'll meet you out in the alley."
He would swear with certainty, that Alex's eyes went incandescent with
heat. A brief nod, then he made his way out of the bar, and round the
back of the building.
He was met after only a few moments, by a shadowy, leather jacketed
presence. He sensed Alex's scrutiny, although he couldn't see the other
man's expression. There was a tension in the younger man that he
couldn't quite hide. And an anxiety in the voice.
"Do you want me Mulder?" A wary question, half fearful of rejection. And
Mulder couldn't blame him. So many meetings over the last couple of
years had led only to pain and anger. But that last time... Alex had
been changed. Mulder couldn't remember ever seeing such longing in the
green eyes. That was what made him reach out now, and caress the side of
Alex's face with a previously undisplayed tenderness. He sensed the eyes
close, felt Alex lean into the touch, as if Mulder was satisfying some
inner need.
"You don't know......" Alex said. "When he touches me........ I
wish........." He hesitated.
Mulder moved closer. Not sure what he was doing any more or why. Only
that it was right. His hands in the darkness finding Alex easily, moving
across the younger man's body until he was enfolding Alex in his arms.
All their hate, all their undirected passion had come to this. He and
Alex together at last. Alex no longer fought him, merely yielded to the
inevitable, leaning his head against Mulder's shoulder with a tired
sigh. Two arms wrapping round Mulder's waist and holding on tight.
Mulder's lips brushed against silky dark hair. He breathed in the
younger man's masculine scent, enjoying their closeness. And more, for
having Alex this close to him stirred memories of their last encounter.
A very real left hand insinuated itself between them, and rather
expertly, Mulder thought, began to open his jeans and reach for his more
than appreciative cock. Mulder caught a glimpse of a wicked green gaze,
the incorrigible smile of an amoral rat. He didn't mind at all. He had
seen, for a moment, the real Alex, the one he.......
Loved?
Time to ponder that later. At the moment, a certain rat was rather
insistently bringing his skills to bear on Mulder's awakening erection.
Not one to tolerate a loss of control, he reciprocated, dragging Alex's
head towards his, and kissing him, with a passion that surprised them
both. Alex was the one to draw apart finally, panting, away from that
duel of tongues. A flash of the Krycek smile reminded him of the
Cheshire cat, all satisfaction and pleasure. Mulder was hard now,
responsive to the slowly stroking fingers that had never stopped their
self imposed task of awakening his erection. Irresistibly, he reached
for Alex and smiled when he touched the hard mound that was beneath blue
denim. He nudged his thigh forward between Alex's legs, and the younger
man, cat like, began to rub himself against Mulder with little moans.
Those jeans had to be so tight by now. And Alex was plainly enjoying
himself.
Alex flung his head back, lips parted in wanton disregard, panting with
exertion, his thigh muscles clenching the older man's leg, as he
strained to bring himself off against Mulder's body. His hand moistened
by the pre-cum leaking from the tip of Mulder's penis, was sliding up
and down the erection in his hand, in counterpoint to his movements.
Mulder reached out and unzipped the other man's flies, Alex barely
pausing in his increasingly urgent thrusting. The younger man looked so
hot, so ready........ Fox Mulder was beginning to lose his co-
ordination, to instinctively respond to the want signals his body was
generating. Thinking with his brain wasn't a priority any more. All he
wanted to do was bury himself within the all-too-willing body that
rubbed itself against him in urgency. Green eyes sparked with amusement,
as Alex paused, moaning in desire, fumbling his jeans off.
This was crazy, they were in a public place, and he wanted Alex wrapped
around him. Enclosing him.
Not humping like crazy teens in an alley.
An inspiration followed.
Mulder's arms around Alex, he lifted the younger man easily, so that
Alex was sitting on the hood of his car, legs spread slightly to
accommodate Mulder's body. Alex looked surprised, then amused. He
stretched out on the hood of Mulder's car in a spread-eagled pose.
"Like your new hood ornament?" A laughing tease.
Mulder growled, then he was between those spread thighs, pressing the
head of his cock against Alex's tightness, and burying himself deeply,
in one smooth thrust. He startled Alex with the speed of his move, and
the younger man gave a long, low moan of pleasure.
He withdrew a little, then thrust forward again. With a yelp, Alex felt
himself sliding on the newly waxed metal surface, and clutched at
Mulder. Then he had the bright idea of wrapping his legs around his
lover to steady himself. Each time Mulder bore down on him, he could
feel his back slide across the hood. The coolness of the metal was a
startling contrast tot the heat powering it's way inside him. Alex
arched as he felt his balls beginning to contract upwards in orgasm. He
screamed in denial. It was too soon. Far too quick. But his body had its
own agenda, and being taken by Fox Mulder was guaranteed to bring him to
the brink quickly. What he really wanted was Fox, a bed and three days
to explore every inch of the strong body.
In truth, Alex was used to Ares by now, and the god's reckless disregard
for his human's endurance. One quick session with Mulder barely took the
edge off his appetite for sex.
Alex was helpless to stop himself exploding, his semen jetting against
Fox Mulder, and heard the F.B.I. agent groan, as he was clasped inside
his lover's body, and milked dry by Alex's own orgasm.
Mulder sagged forward on top of Alex, breathing hard, barely seeing the
man beneath him. He sighed into Alex's neck.
"We really need to do something about this urge to find a public spot
and have sex, Alex!"
"Maybe a bed next time....," the younger man replied, grinning.
He pushed at Mulder's dead weight, and sat up, still balanced on the
hood. Mulder passed him his jeans, as the older man fastened up his
flies.
They kissed again, longer and slower this time. Alex could already feel
himself stirring again. Reluctantly, he pulled back.
"I have to go...... HE wants to see me."
Mulder gripped his hand for a moment. "Be careful."
Alex winked at him, then turned and walked into the shadows. The last
thing Mulder saw was a gleam of green eyes.
"You've been with him, haven't you, you little slut? After I forbade
it!" Ares glared at his human servant. Alex looked all too defensive,
though he shook his head frantically.
"No.... I swear....."
"Fool!" Ares snarled. "Did you think I wouldn't know! I was watching the
two of you together!"
Alex flushed guiltily, and lowered his head.
"Shall I punish you, Alex?"
In the blink of an eye, Alex Krycek was naked before Ares. He really was
extremely entertaining, this resourceful human. So very sly in many
ways. He hadn't exactly told the truth about where he was going, but
hadn't lied either.
"You said that you were meeting a contact Alex. Fox Mulder is anything
but that!" Alex bit his lip to stop himself replying unwisely.
Ares laughed to himself. And in one swift motion shoved Alex forward so
that he was sprawled on his stomach on the silk of Ares bed. Before the
human could scramble to his feet again, Ares lightly smacked the tautly
muscled ass once, twice. Half a dozen times in all. Tender skin began to
redden slightly. He rather enjoyed the yells of outrage that followed
each impact. A hand firmly pressed in the centre of Alex's back stopped
the human from moving. Though Alex tried, he couldn't quite reach the
god's hand to try and free himself.
Not that he would have the strength.
The human lost all pretence of obedience and twisted desperately, trying
to free himself. Another warning smack and Alex stilled. The eyes that
turned to glare at the god were green embers, bright with a most unwise
rage. So his little human did still have fire. Ares delighted in it. So
much more entertaining than his previous passivity. Alex spat curses at
his patron, and then fell silent, perhaps realising how imprudent he was
being. Especially with his ass so temptingly presenting itself for Ares
appreciation.
"So, my little firebrand...... It seems the lovely Fox can ignite quite
a flame in you." Ares saw the sudden apprehension that Alex displayed.
"Oh don't worry, my lovely one, I have no intention of harming such a
prize. But I urge you to bring him to me, we could have such amusing
times together. Picture it Alex. Your Fox kneeling below you to catch
your seed in his mouth as I take you. Or sheathing himself in you, as I
plunder his treasures. Neither of you would regret it."
Alex had gone very still at the first mention of Fox, and it seemed that
he could indeed picture the three of them together, because he moaned
softly, and pressed his hand into his mouth to muffle his sounds. Ares
chuckled.
"It does have a certain appeal, doesn't it!"
Alex gave a small nod, but stayed silent.
"I'm eager to taste him Alex. He looks honey sweet." Another small nod,
in reluctant agreement.
Ares let one hand stray down Alex's back, and between his legs, circling
his lover's tight opening. Gently probing within and finding what they
sought.
"Yes Alex..." Ares sounded hoarse with rising lust. "You're still
slippery, where he spilled his essence inside you. I was hoping you
would be. So very nice of you to make yourself ready for me this way. So
that when I take you, I can smell his scent, feel his slickness, all at
the same time."
In one fluid thrust, he buried himself inside Alex Krycek, sliding in
easily, enjoying immensely, the slickness of Mulder's semen in his
human's hot tightness. The human gave a small cry as he was filled by
the god's hugeness. A good thing Alex had spread himself once already
this evening, for Mulder. Otherwise Ares would have been too much for
him, unprepared. Then, to his delight, Alex was no longer pretending
disinterest in the proceedings, but was actively moving himself beneath
the god. One hand though, was still jammed in his mouth, though by now
was marked by a semi-circular bite mark.
Ares loved how slutty Alex Krycek got when he was being taken, hard,
from behind. He rode the human's body eagerly, glad that he had seen fit
to encourage Alex's considerable talents. The way he would open himself
like that, offering all that he possessed...... Quite charming. And the
thought of a threesome had not been quickly rejected........ Very good.
The prospect of taming a Fox to amuse him and his rat was delightful,
especially if he enlisted Alex's co-operation.
He felt the tension gather in the younger man's body, then Alex howled
his pleasure as he was driven past the point of no return by his patron.
And Ares released his own seed into Alex's eagerly welcoming body.
And then he began again.
Alex sagged in languor against the silks when Ares had finished with
him. Periodically, he would rub at the sore place where he had been
smacked, and mutter under his breath. Ares smirked. Perhaps Alex had
learned his lesson, perhaps not. But Alex was playing the indignant
lover to perfection. He would have to remember the threat of spanking
when he next wanted to control the young man. Not harmful, but certainly
humiliating for the beautiful human. And he could always hope that Alex
would decide not to follow instructions. Sooner or later, he would
slip......
Such diverting amusements.
And in the meantime, a small job or two for Ares would keep Alex busy,
while he negotiated with his fellow gods Apollo and the bitch Aphrodite.
He had claimed to Alex that she was his wife. In truth, they had shard a
few trysts, but that was as far as it had gone. But it gave reassurance
to the human, to think he had more than one outlet for his er.....
creative juices.....
Alex felt as though he was back at the F.B.I. and standing before A.D.
Skinner. The Smoking man, Spender, had that kind of authority. And he
was angry at the moment because his most useful employee had been on an
unauthorised absence. Alex sighed to himself. Given the option, he
feared Ares' anger far more than that of his usual patron. But Spender's
annoyance was.... inconvenient. He had to stand facing the man and
endure his verbal tirade. Telling your boss you were sorry but you had
been fucked by a Greek god wasn't the most believable excuse in the
world.
Mind you, sitting down at the moment would have been worse.
Outburst over, and Spender lit a cigarette. He coldly stared at Alex,
wondering if the rumours were true. That Alex Krycek had been seen
around town with Mulder. On the face of it, theirs was an unlikely
pairing. Still, if Alex could find a way to manipulate Mulder, then that
too could prove useful.
In the meantime, however, Alex could redeem himself by fulfilling a
commission for the Consortium. Their Greek link, who used the somewhat
ridiculous pseudonym of Aristotle, wanted to sell certain pieces of
stolen historic art on the black market. Well, it was one way to get
funds! Alex could take him to meet their contact, and arrange matters
such as the exchange of goods discretely.
Alex looked surprisingly wary when Greek art was mentioned.
Spender did hope that the young operative wasn't going to be difficult
about this. But Alex remained silent as he explained what was required.
Then he walked over to the door, and invited the Greek man into the room
to meet Alex.
Green eyes turned an alert gaze on the newcomer. A tall, black eyed man
in an expensive business suit, with his long dark hair tied in a pony
tail, who wore a familiar sensual smile.
Spender heard Alex gasp, and the younger man suddenly flushed, looking
dumbfounded.
"That's not possible! He can't be........." Alex said.
"Hello Alex," Ares said. "I understand you're going to help me research
the international art market." His tone was friendly, but his eyes
warned the human to beware of his next words.
"........Yes....... Sir."
What else could Alex say? But why was he interested enough in
antiquities that he would disguise himself as a human to search them out
like this?
No doubt, time would tell.
Messenger of the Gods
by Megaera
"Truce?" Alex Krycek stared down long lashes at the man who haunted his
dreams.
