Part XIV
"What the hell is that?" Mulder demanded. Alex flushed in annoyance, and
pretended to ignore the question. Sean was grinning at both of them,
reclining on the bed, and Mulder sat in a deep armchair in one corner of
the room. His leg was propped up carefully in front of him, and would
probably take at least a week to heal even with his accelerated
metabolism.
Kulain wrinkled his nose in revulsion at the extremely strange odour
that was wafting in his direction. Alex smelled as though he had been
doused in after-shave. The smell had hit all three of Alex's companions
as soon as they walked through the door of the hotel room. Kulain
frowned. He much preferred the natural scent of a male's body, and the
effect of the stuff was such that he could not smell Alex's natural
scent at all.
"It was just something the hotel provided," Alex said in annoyance. "And
anyway, I like it!"
"Yeah, really! It smells cheap!" Mulder retorted. "Why don't you take a
shower before you come to bed tonight!"
Alex tried hard to hide his relief. In truth, he had sprayed the stuff
on only seconds before his companions had entered the room. The only
thing he could think of to hide the distinctive smell of Ricky and the
sex they had shared. A scent that he knew still clung to his skin. A
scent he also knew Kulain and the others would easily detect. The
pungent aftershave had been a convenient though repulsive way of hiding
the truth about last night. Fortunately, the room had been promptly
serviced this morning, so at least there would be no betraying stains on
the sheets!
As he showered, he sighed in relief. The stuff had been a penance all by
itself. But at least he seemed to have got away with it. He forced
himself to ignore the pang of guilt he felt at the way he had used and
discarded Ricky. The little slut.... Hoodwinking Kulain in particular
was a nightmare. He had been lucky!
Whether he could rely on Ricky to keep quiet though. That was a
different matter. It was however probable that Ricky wanted to keep
their liason quiet as much as he did.
Kulain frowned. He had expected Ricky Caruso to be waiting for him,
alongside Alex. It was about time he paid his latest pretty conquest
some attention. Ricky had been so long without sex that the younger man
must be incredibly frustrated by now Very ripe for the taking in fact.
Kulain had been looking forward to their next encounter for a long time.
The thought had been preoccupying him delightfully all day.
Ricky had not been in the hotel room.
In fact, he wasn't anywhere within range of Kulain's senses.
Kulain could understand his naive little conquest being scared to come
near him. But Alex was behaving oddly too. The strangeness of smothering
himself in an awful human scent, though he knew how sensitive Kulain's
powers of smell were. And the way he kept glancing at Kulain when he
thought his big lover wasn't watching.
Kulain couldn't help feeling suspicious. What was Alex up to? And how
was Ricky involved? The more he thought about it, the more certain
Kulain became that Alex was hiding something.
What scent was Alex trying to hide? One particularly disturbing
possibility came to mind.
Alex and Ricky!
The thought of those two in each others arms was both annoying and
arousing. What an amusingly sly tactic. Kulain felt a degree of pride,
despite his irritation. He was inhumanly patient. Alex would sooner or
later betray his secret. Few humans could deceive Kulain for long. And
if what he suspected was true, Alex would find himself in deep
trouble.
That too had delightful possibilities.
Ricky Caruso had traveled all night, driving without stopping, desperate
to put as much distance as possible between himself and the demons he
feared. As afraid of the terrors of his own mind as of Alex and Kulain.
His father had obtained a job in New Orleans recently, as a caretaker
for one of those big old ante-bellum mansion houses, and his mother was
acting as housekeeper. Since his retirement from the military, Ricky's
father had found jobs thin on the ground. at least this position paid
well.
On the journey south, Ricky replayed those last few moments with Alex
over and over again in his head. Alex had utterly rejected him. There
was no doubt about it. No possibility of error. Alex didn't want him any
more. He was used then discarded. And no one was ever going to do that
to him again!
If only being used hadn't felt so damn good.
He didn't even notice the tears streaming down his face as he drove.
Kulain had expected some competition sooner or later. His rivals saw
humanity as ripe for the taking, and they were all too eager to
capitalize on the opportunity Kulain had provided by opening the way to
Earth. Human and demons were on a collision course, despite all his
efforts to avoid it. Humans would have to adapt or die. And demons would
have to learn moderation or face his wrath.
His latest rival had claimed territory in New Orleans, and three months
ago, Kulain had allowed the ingression. He didn't trust Kyrenn, but the
other demon respected his power, and would take care to act with
restraint.
Kyrenn was deferential enough to offer homage to Kulain. If Kulain was
forced by his peers to allow others of his kind onto American soil,
Kyrenn was a good choice.
A small amount of research had soon established the whereabouts of his
latest pretty conquest. Ricky had headed south, away from the scene of
his recent adventures, and had gone to stay with his family in New
Orleans. Soon he would begin to feel the effects of what Kulain had done
to him. His body would begin to alter, and his behaviour patterns change
as the demon infection invaded and colonised his cells. If that
happened while he was in the city, Ricky could be in trouble. Ricky
would be regarded as an interloper, trespassing on Kyrenn's territory.
Fair game, at least until it was made clear who he belonged to..
So he must negotiate with Kyrenn to safeguard Ricky
The problems his pretty humans brought him. Alex was just as
challenging; no doubt keeping him in his place would be an exquisite
experience. And Mulder was in for a few surprises when he found out what
Alex had been doing.
Kulain began to laugh.
Fox Mulder was in fact perplexed. It hadn't taken them long to get back
to Washington. And since he had hurt his leg, Alex had been perfectly
solicitous. Mulder couldn't fault his behaviour. He did errands for his
lover without hesitation or complaint. There was just something distant
and preoccupied about him.
Mulder guessed that Alex still had a problem with Mulder's behaviour in
the little town. Mulder really hadn't meant to let his desires get the
better of him. But that young cop had just been so lush and desirable
that he hadn't been able to resist a couple of hot kisses. It had nearly
turned into something more intimate. But having seen how negatively Alex
had reacted to Ricky, Mulder was glad now that he hadn't had sex with
the cop. Though it was obvious that Kulain had.
He had never really established how much Alex knew about his little
indiscretions, but he had a gut feeling that Alex was aware of his
desires. He had wanted to pound his way into the attractive younger man,
and make Ricky cry out his name. It was slightly disturbing, for he had
never suspected such dark desires within himself.
He forced the thought out of his mind. He was committed to his
relationship with Alex. He wouldn't jeopardise what he had with Alex for
all the world. Not ever. If he was going to develop this sort of need,
then he would talk it over with Sean, see how he felt about a little
harmless role play.....
Alex wasn't really preoccupied. Not in the way that Mulder thought.
Certainly the green-eyed man thought often of Ricky Caruso and recent
events. But what Mulder had done wasn't uppermost in his mind, though
Alex supposed that his problems had started there. His jealousy had
begun when he saw Mulder and Ricky together.
But when had he started to desire Ricky? Or was it that he desired the
particular type of aggressive sex that had been on offer. The younger
man had almost invited it. Those lush lips and that tight ass.... ,
begging for his hard cock inside them.
His problem was that he wondered if the proud Mulder would feel as good,
sprawled on his hands and knees, begging for it. It frightened him, what
he wanted to do. Though he would never hurt Fox, he had such strange
urges to top Mulder and ride him into exhaustion, to show him who was in
charge......
He had kept away from his lover when he realised what was happening to
him.
In fact, he hadn't slept with anyone since Ricky!
So now, to add to his problems, he was as horny as hell.
Ricky's father looked twenty years older. That was the young man's
first thought as he was welcomed in the hallway of the old house.. He
had never really seen the strict and domineering sergeant of Marines as
old before. But something seemed to have shriveled in the elder Caruso,
in the year since they had last met.
Ricky had always had to fight to get his way throughout his life, and
had clashed many times with the old man. But now there was an almost
pathetic air about John Caruso that made Ricky feel a stab of guilt,
though he hadn't done anything wrong.
When had his father become so very cowed and broken?
Ricky automatically hugged the old man, feeling as he did so, the
frailness of his father's thin body. He cast a worried glance as he did
so at his younger sister, who was unexpectedly present here. They would
have to talk later, for something was very wrong here
Madaleine was nineteen and only moderately pretty. But she had a sweet
nature and a lot of common sense. So sometimes it seemed that she was
the elder by several years. And she was very independent, a by-product
of growing up without their mother, who had died when Ricky was barely
in his teens.
"Well! What have we here? A pretty new face?"
Ricky took an instant dislike to the owner of the arrogant voice, before
he even turned to face him. A young man lounged over the balcony on the
floor above them, accompanied by three leering male companions. All were
smirking at him, and one blew Ricky a kiss and made a vaguely obscene
gesture with his fingers.
"I'm sorry Mr. Villiers. Can I get you anything?" Ricky's father sounded
fearful.
"Only the name of your delicious companion!" Villiers smirked.
"This is my son...... Ricky....." The old man said uncertainly.
"Well, if he wants to earn himself fifty bucks, send him up. I'm sure we
can find him some..... hard...... jobs to take care of....."
Laughing raucously, they disappeared from view.
Ricky slowly unclenched his fists, growling unconsciously under his
breath.
"Ignore them, Ricky," Madaleine said. "Please. We can't afford to offend
them. The family pays a good salary."
"All right," Ricky agreed. "But who are they?"
"The Villiers family have owned this house for two hundred years. But
the younger members of the family run wild. Drugs, fast cars and
gambling. Not to mention a cruel streak a mile wide."
Ricky nodded. "Consider me warned. I'll keep out of their way."
Madaleine reached for his and squeezed it. "I knew you'd understand.
Come on, I've got a room fixed up for you in the west wing. Very quiet
and out of the way." She gave him directions. "You know Ricky, you
really ought to cut your nails....."
Mulder was so pleased with himself. Sean had agreed immediately to a
small deception, his imagination captured by the thought of the games
Mulder had in mind. Alex was going to get such a delicious surprise
tonight. And Kulain wouldn't be there to interfere, having disappeared
somewhere, muttering about negotiations. It sounded so boring.
Mulder and Sean intended to catch Alex unawares and give him the most
spectacular fuck they were capable of. Mulder hoped it would go some way
towards making up for the Ricky fiasco. And as an additional bonus, he
would have the most beautiful man he had ever known trapped beneath him,
writhing in sweet ecstasy. Mulder whined softly to himself, and kneaded
the already prominent bulge in his pants. He hadn't quite dared to ask
Alex to get on his hands and knees for him. Not when Alex was obviously
so annoyed with him. But with Sean's help and the old ploy of a honey
trap.....
He restrained himself with an effort, and quickly undressed. It wouldn't
do to spoil the evening by spending himself so quickly. He would need
all of his stamina to keep Alex happy tonight.
He heard Alex coming towards them and stepped into concealment quickly,
giving Sean a brief nod to signal his readiness.
Alex stared at the sight that confronted him, unexpected, but
nonetheless delightful. Sean was at his most coquettish, lying stretched
out before Alex on the bed, totally naked, and legs spread wide. His
hand was sliding up and down his rapidly elevating erection. Newly
moistened lips parted and Sean practically purred at him.......
"I want you, Alex! Please...." Sean attempted to look needy, but somehow
appeared sluttish too. "You feel so good inside me....."
Alex growled softly and sleek as a panther, moved towards the younger
man. He flung aside his clothes and hungrily pulled Sean towards him,
kissing the lush lips fiercely. He heard Sean gasp as his breath was
taken away by the force of Alex's mouth against his.
Alex was ecstatic. Just what he needed at the moment. A quick, hard fuck
and an all too willing bed-partner, who would love whatever Alex had in
mind. Sean loved being beneath him. And Alex knew how to make him so hot
he would howl like a bitch in heat.
Pity he daren't make Fox do the same. That would be a fantasy come true.
And somehow the thought made him feel so strong and powerful. And oddly
protective. His Fox would lie in his arms and surrender himself, and
Alex would keep him safe and happy.....
Sean too......
He plunged between warm thighs, to find Sean already slick and ready for
him. So that within moments, he was buried hilt deep inside the firm
body and Sean was very vocally expressing his appreciation.
He felt Sean's muscular legs lift and the younger man's feet hooked
round Alex's thighs, holding him down. Pulling him deep inside. The feel
of Sean writhing beneath him was so good. And Sean's arms were wrapped
around his shoulders, clinging to the triumphant Alex, as Alex used his
body.
Fox Mulder was transfixed by the sight of Alex pounding into Sean. The
pale, round globes of his firm ass moving up and down enticingly. Mulder
bit his lip to stop the moan from escaping. He could feel his balls
beginning to ache as he tried to restrain the urge to masturbate. Then
Sean signaled him with a nod, and tightened his grip on Alex.
Mulder lunged forward, and before Alex could react, he was pinned
beneath Mulder, unable to move away because of Sean's restraint.
"Gotcha!" Mulder crowed triumphantly, holding Alex down firmly when he
started to struggle. "You're going to enjoy this if we have to tie you
down to do it.....!"
"Get off me!" Alex snarled. The feel of Mulder on top of him was
absolutely wrong. He bucked desperately, trying to get free. But the two
of them together were too strong! And though he could have clawed his
way free, he would never have hurt either of them.
Mulder nuzzled the back of his neck. Nipped the skin gently between his
teeth.
The observant Mulder had noticed only recently how Kulain got his wicked
way with Alex. That Alex had a particularly sensitive place on the back
of his neck that Kulain loved to bite. And that Alex would always
surrender himself totally at that point, and let Kulain fuck him
senseless. No matter how wayward he had been beforehand. It was worth a
try......
Alex couldn't help it, though he wailed in protest. In the throes of
instincts so deep they didn't have a name, he yielded to Fox, spreading
his legs and offering his ass.
"That's it baby, " Mulder whispered soothingly. "You know how good I
make you feel."
And it was true. Caught between Sean and Fox, the two of them doing
their best to drive him out of his mind, he proceeded to have several of
the most spectacular orgasms he had experienced in a long time. Despite
his protesting moans.
Fox was so very good to him.
But Fox had been dominant. Taken him. Brought him to climax by slowly
fucking his brains out, aided and abetted by the sly Sean. Fox had made
him feel so good.
It was just that he should have been on top!
Kulain headed for New Orleans. The luscious Ricky needed to be brought
to heel before he got into deep trouble. He would be starting to change
now, body and mind altering as the demon in him awoke.
Young demon-kin were vulnerable. Unable to defend themselves adequately
and easily taken by more powerful demons. Those demons would soon scent
that he was no longer human. And challenge him to fight, since he was
not of their bloodline.
Kulain would not allow his sweet Ricky to be ripped to shreds, so he
would have to persuade the young man to accept him.
An interesting challenge.
Ricky stormed into the privacy of his room. That arrogant son of a
bitch! If it hadn't been for the fact that his father needed this job,
he would have decked the young fool there and then. Those friends of his
though, they were another matter. Some instinct warned him that they
were more than they seemed. Much more. They were dangerous in a way he
recognised somehow. And the way they had looked at him...... As though
fresh meat was on the menu. He shivered involuntarily.
"Cold, little one?" The dark figure inquired, standing just inside the
doorway. Ricky gasped, and shrank back away from his unexpected visitor.
Kulain stood, naked and magnificent, in the shadows. Ricky glanced down,
involuntarily, towards the dusky length of Kulain's quiescent sex. He
whimpered in fear, intimidated by what he saw. Then he made a break for
the door. Kulain was faster, and blocked his escape route.
"You're afraid of me Ricky. I can understand that." The demon purred,
keeping his claws retracted and he maintained a totally human
appearance, despite the fact that what he really wanted to do was plunge
into the human, take him and bind him close in mind and body. It was
hard to rein in his desire, when he could so easily capture Ricky in his
arms. In fact, the human's desire to flee was quite an erotic stimulus.
"You belong to me Ricky. Now and forever," Kulain explained softly.
"From the moment we met....."
"No!" The human gathered his shredded wits together. "I'd rather die.
You may as well kill me now! I'll never let you touch me again......."
The strong jaw tilted upwards stubbornly, and the green eyes blazed in
defiance. Kulain sighed. The feisty young human was certainly proving
his courage. His scent was a heady mixture of fright and a desire he
couldn't quite hide. Oh yes, quite the wanton little beauty.
His pretty Ricky wanted to be taken, despite all his meaningless
protests. Kulain smiled.
"You're very naive." Kulain said. It wasn't what Ricky had expected him
to say, and Kulain realised that the young cop genuinely expected to
die. He was blocking out of his mind all of his deepest desires. "A
lesson, little one."
Ricky tensed, prepared to defend himself unto death. Kulain smiled
slyly. He felt arousal sweep over him as he and Ricky confronted each
other. He didn't fight it, and felt his body stir. Pheromones began to
be manufactured in the cells of his body, centering on the erogenous
zones of his body where their cells clustered thickest.
He sensed Ricky's breath quicken, and saw the human's pupils enlarge as
his body began to react unconsciously to this new stimulus. Ricky
shifted his stance, reflexively spreading his legs a little. The lush
lips parted, and Kulain saw Ricky's tongue slip out to moisten his lips.
"Do you really hate me so much, little one?"
"Huh?"
Dazed, the young man stared uncomprehending at his big companion. Why
had he never realised before how strong and muscular Kulain
appeared.......
He found himself staring intently at Kulain's tumescent sexual organ,
that had filled and thickened noticeably in the last few moments.
He moved closer, a step at a time, drawn to the demon as if by a magnet.
He didn't even remember moving. Just that suddenly he was within
Kulain's personal space, close enough to feel the heat radiating off the
other's body. A long taloned hand stroked down the side of his face, and
he leaned into the touch like a cat. Kulain smiled. He had Ricky now, so
gently captured, and in thrall to his body. Ricky would do whatever he
desired.
Time to find out how exceptional his pretty conquest really was. Their
first encounter had been less than ideal. Ricky had not been able to
free himself from his own inhibitions. But now his body was adapting
itself to the touch of demons. Learning of the pleasures to be found
from yielding to one more powerful and more experienced. Kulain planned
to gently initiate his lover into undreamed of pleasures. He noticed
that Ricky couldn't seem to take his green eyes off the erection the
demon sported, and a surge of anticipation made a drop of fluid gleam at
its tip.
"You'll be more comfortable if you kneel, my sweet......"
Ricky sank automatically to his knees and found Kulain's cock within
inches of his face. For a moment, confusion showed in his eyes. Kulain
gently nudged his head down. And Ricky's inhibitions disappeared. He
began to nuzzle the glistening head, licking and swallowing the droplets
of precum that gathered there.
Kulain sighed in pleasure, and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation
of a sleek, pink tongue lapping the exquisitely sensitive length of his
erection. Kulain made a sound of encouragement, and Ricky hesitantly
tried to take him in deeper. Wanting to please, though he would deny the
impulse later.
His sweet mouth felt so good.
Though his enthusiasm for the act was delightful, the beautiful human
was lamentably unskilled. Unable to take in Kulain's full length. Still,
the thought of teaching him was pleasurable enough to send Kulain over
the edge. Ricky gasped, as his mouth was filled with his lover's seed,
then swallowed it.
A small trickle threaded its way down from the corner of his mouth,
making Ricky look so delightfully wanton that Kulain couldn't resist the
urge to pull him into his strong arms and kiss it away.
He could taste himself on the lush pink lips.
He released Ricky and sank back into a large armchair that stood in the
corner of the room.
Ricky's eyes tracked the demon's every move.
"Undress yourself for me, my sweet......" Kulain instructed. He watched
as the human began to unbutton his shirt, and felt his body once more
begin to react as the garment was slowly slipped down across pale skin,
baring the prize of hardened nipples to his gaze. So responsive, this
one. The human's clothes pooled around him as he undressed, and Kulain
was once more ready to take him by the time Ricky stepped away from
them. His erection was, if anything, even more prominent than before.
Ricky too was sporting a substantial erection, and his flushed face
looked adorable.
Reddened skin in humans was such a sexual trigger. Cock, nipples and
mouth all sending their own signals to a sexual partner. A sign that
their owner wanted to be fucked until he was screaming in ecstasy.
Kulain intended to oblige.
He spread his legs and beckoned to Ricky. He was pleased to note that
the human came to him unhesitatingly. Ricky came close, and stood before
him, Kulain caught hold of the slender hips and for a moment their
bodies pressed together, erections rubbing close. Ricky gave a little
moan and tried to rub himself closer.
"No, pretty one. Put your arms around me and sit on my lap...... That's
it. Don't be afraid. I'm going to make you feel so good now."
Kulain guided the luscious human, gently, to wrap his legs around the
demon's waist, and lower himself slowly onto his big erection. Talons
retracted, the demon's fingers carefully worked the human's tight ass
open, enjoying the way Ricky groaned and tightened his legs around the
demon's waist as he tried to hurry Kulain.
No. This would be done to Kulain's timetable. Slow and easy. Ricky
wasn't going to wake up tomorrow when his lesson was over with a
painfully sore body as a palpable reminder of his indiscretion. This
would be wholly pleasurable for him. So Kulain ignored the increasingly
frantic sounds the human was making, and took his time preparing Ricky.
Finally he was ready. Kulain began to work his large erection into
Ricky's tight ass. The human sighed, and sank down onto it with a small
whine of satisfaction. He wrapped his arms tightly around Kulain's neck
and began to move his body slowly up and down on his lover's big cock,
breathing in small gasping breaths as he was repeatedly filled and
emptied.
Kulain made small co-operative movements from time to time, but Ricky
was essentially fucking himself on Kulain's upraised cock, as Kulain's
arms formed a supportive circle around him.
Ricky was getting close now, sobbing with effort, bathed in perspiration
and moving wildly, increasingly uncoordinated, until finally he exploded
with a yell, writhing and screaming as he came.
Kulain groaned as he felt the human's body pulse around him, and only a
superhuman effort prevented him from coming too. But the whimper that
Ricky gave as he felt the rocky hardness still inside him was utterly
delicious. And as demon hands began to stroke his so-sensitive cock into
wakefulness again the human began to whine continuously.
He would learn how hard he would have to work to satisfy his master. At
least four times more tonight.
Kulain brought a finger to his mouth, covered with Ricky's semen, and
licked it off, learning the taste of his property. The lovely Ricky was
already starting to beg........
Ricky was indeed magnificent.
Warmth. Enfolding him. Beneath him. Strong, secure, and safe.
Ricky nestled sleepily into the warmth. He had woken in a good place
this morning. Not like the lonely nightmares of his recent past, when he
had woken with tears still wet on his face, feeling so alone and
abandoned. His body felt good too, with a kind of warm satisfaction that
came from vigorous sexual activity the night before.
Mmmmm. Last night had been exceptional. He could remember the heady
feelings that had come with orgasm.
Many orgasms.
Long fingers stroked his hair, as he dreamily relived the night before.
Odd that he couldn't quite remember exactly who he had been with.....
"Finally awake, little one?" The deep, sensuous and totally familiar
voice of Kulain. "You exhausted yourself last night. And I might add
that you were quite exceptional!"
Ricky came fully awake and stared in guilty horror at his bedpartner,
and Kulain's welcoming smile became remarkably wicked.
"I told you that you belonged to me, little one!" he said softly.
For a moment, Kulain thought that Ricky was about to give in and accept
him. then the green eyes flashed fire and the young man swung a fist in
a vain attempt to hit the demon. Kulain blocked the blow effortlessly.
"Bastard!" Ricky hissed, and Kulain watched with barely concealed
amusement as his feisty conquest stormed out. It hadn't escaped his
notice that the young man's nails had been long and sharp enough to
scratch him last night.
Life was so entertaining at the moment!
If he had known it was going to cause this much trouble, Mulder probably
wouldn't have bothered. Then again, maybe he would. Alex had been
spectacular in bed, and those little sounds of surrender he had made....
It had never been better. Alex's body was so perfect when stretched
beneath him. If only he would relax and not take life so seriously. The
sound of his mobile phone interrupted his train of thought.
It was AD Skinner.
"Mulder. I have a request to make. I know you don't take on many cases
these days, but this one might interest you. And I'll consider it a
personal favour if you can help me out..."
That wasn't like Skinner. The man almost sounded as if he was pleading.
And when had Skinner ever begged him for something?
"Mulder, I need someone who's had experience on the X files..... There's
a case my people are working on that has some unusual aspects to it.....
I... er..." Skinner sounded nervous, as if he was sure he wouldn't be
believed. "We thought it was a routine drug trafficking case, one of
those new designer drugs we've been having so much trouble with, but
something strange happened during our surveillance operation. Now you
have to understand, three reliable witnesses saw this....."
"You!" Mulder said with sudden conviction.
"Well.... yes, The man we wanted was involved in an old case of mine
years ago. Call it unfinished business."
"What did you see?" Mulder asked, trying to keep his voice level,
despite the fact that he was grinning widely.
"I don't know." Skinner admitted. "I think it was..... an alien!
Smallish, with grey skin. Whatever it was, it was acting in concert with
the drug dealers. I don't like to think abut why......"
"You want me to join your operation?" Mulder asked.
The relief was evident from his former boss's voice as Skinner arranged
a time and place for them to meet the next day. And Mulder savoured the
feeling of being wanted for his experience and competence, something he
had lately felt infrequently.
Ricky Caruso was angry with himself. Sitting in the big old kitchen of
the old house, he felt as if he had nowhere left to run to. There was no
place he could flee that would be out of reach of Kulain. The demon
wanted things from him that he wasn't prepared to give.
Alex had wanted the same thing.
Why was he so appealing to the wrong sort of guy? Even walking down the
stairs this morning had been hazardous to his virtue. One of the young
men who had catcalled to him yesterday had passed him by, and had turned
to watch him descend. He had been acutely aware of those eyes watching
his ass.
But he was so determined not to show any reaction that he didn't notice
the expression of puzzlement that crossed the other man's face, the
slight wrinkling of his nose and the frown that developed.
Or the sudden narrowing of the observer's inhumanly slitted pupils.
Kyrenn had established himself on an island in the Mississippi bayous,
close to New Orleans. In fact, the old plantation house he had taken
over had a long and turbulent supernatural history. It was even rumoured
to have hosted gatherings of the famous voodoo priestess, Marie Laveau.
Isolated, in other words. Far enough out of the city that Kyrenn could
guarantee his own privacy. Of course, the demon would have an excellent
spy network in place by now. He was a demon of lesser power than Kulain,
so he placed a great reliance on gathering information. There would be
informers in every level of New Orleans society by now, from the
gathering places of the rich and famous, to the above ground cemeteries
that had such a sinister reputation among visitors to the city.
Kyrenn was a sensualist, far more than Kulain was. He lied to surround
himself with beautiful humans, and he particularly enjoyed the
sycophantic attentions of admirers. Above all, he enjoyed physical
pleasures and had spread his favours far and wide. In the few months
since his arrival, his sexual partners could be numbered in the
hundreds. All of them now demon-kin, infected with Kyrenn's genes and
loyal to their master. New Orleans was his.
Kulain strode up to the great old doorway of the mansion house. He could
have materialised himself directly before Kyrenn, but politeness
dictated that he show honour to the other demon before his minions.
Though an appearance of equality would be far from the truth, it was
still necessary in order to gain the slimy little toad's co-operation.
He was taken into a large reception room, by a minion. Half a dozen
attractive young men and women were seated around the room, ready to
serve Kyrenn's every desire. Interestingly, the women were all tall,
slender and exceptionally beautiful, whilst the men were all strong and
virile specimens. They made a startling contrast to their leader.
Kyrenn sat in a prominent position at the head of the room. He was a
small, wizened gnome-like creature with startling, violet eyes and in
his human guise, a complete absence of hair. At four feet tall, he
looked ridiculous in comparison with his current 6 foot tall blonde
beauty, who sat on his lap and was giggling and petting his master's
smooth pate. By all accounts though, there was nothing diminutive about
the size of Kyrenn's sexual organs.
As soon as Kyrenn saw Kulain, he stood and came forward, the blonde
human male slithering onto his butt, at Kyrenn's feet. Kulain made a
desperate effort not to laugh, and greeted the little demon as if he was
a long lost brother. It as obvious that Kyrenn was greatly flattered by
the attentions of the powerful Kulain. He was even hospitable enough to
offer Kulain a couple of minions to see to his physical needs, should
the Demonlord feel the need to spill his seed. Two beautiful humans, a
male and a female. Hmmm. it had been a long time since he had considered
a female sexual partner. Though he had amused himself with their softly
curving bodies in the past, it just didn't appeal to him at the moment.
Not nearly as arousing as his pretty males.
Kulain smiled, and began the long process of negotiation. Sitting in
luxury with a ready supply of subservient humans. The things he would
do to safeguard his humans!
Ricky needed to think So it seemed natural somehow to walk and see some
of the sights of this famous city. The mighty Mississippi with its
tourist infested riverboats, the wealthy mansions whose foundations were
built using the money gained from slave trading, the above ground
cemeteries built when the bodies of the long dead started popping out of
the ground during periods of flooding. A beautiful and fascinating city,
which wasn't without its conventional dangers. Despite the self-
confidence he had developed as a cop, Ricky was careful on the streets,
and avoided any area that appeared deserted. There were places round
here that had a bad reputation for street robberies. Despite his recent
experiences, the idea of a supernatural threat never entered his
thoughts.
His father and Madaleine had both carefully refrained from asking him
what the problem was, but both of them must know something was wrong.
The simple fact that he was visiting them told him that. When had he
ever been close to them? That was an easy question to answer Never! It
must be obvious that he was running away from something.
He sank down onto a conveniently placed seat that had been placed in a
scenic spot near the river, and stared vacantly at the pedestrian
traffic nearby His eyes were momentarily drawn to a tall, dark-haired
man who jogged past, a small, blonde woman at his side. The guy reminded
him once again of his problem. The reality he was forced to face, though
he had tried to deny it. He liked men. He liked the way his body felt
beneath Alex or Kulain. He loved to be held in strong arms and surrender
himself to their protective embrace.
For most of his life he had been living in a dream state, and the first
caress that Kulain had given him had woken a previously unsuspected
heat in his body. He feared it and craved it in equal measure. But
Kulain wasn't even human.
What option did he have? Kulain wanted him. It wasn't easy to refuse
him. And Alex..... that fascinating, wonderful man, who ignited such
passion within him.... Alex didn't want him. Damn him to hell for the
heartbreak he had caused. Damn them both!
He walked along the street, heading back towards the French Quarter of
the city. It was mid-afternoon by now. He had spent hours in the hot and
humid weather, and he was growing tired. It seemed too that most of the
tourists and locals were taking a siesta. There were only half a dozen
people visible to him. Oddly, one of them looked like that guy he had
seen earlier, the dark-haired man in the blue track suit. Puzzled, Ricky
paused to study him. Maybe he was just getting paranoid?
The man sensed Ricky's scrutiny. He stopped and turned to stare at the
younger man. There was something familiar about him.......
The man had been one of Duncan Villiers obnoxious friends! Ricky was
sure he was one of the men he had seen the night before. This guy hadn't
spoken to him though, just hung back in the shadows and watched Ricky.
Like he was watching now, in fact.
This was crazy. Surely Villier's friend wasn't following him. The sound
was so unexpected that Ricky felt a chill roll down his spine. And as
the other man walked towards him, the young cop's unease increased. He
decided that he didn't particularly want to have a confrontation. He
turned to leave.
Every single one of the half a dozen other people in the street was
watching him. And they all were smiling in that unpleasant, almost
anticipatory way, as they closed in on him.
With a gasp of terror, Ricky took off, running, trying to get past them.
There were too many of them. And even as something connected with
stunning force against the back of his head, he realised that they all
displayed demonically glowing eyes.
Kulain and Kyrenn had reached an important point in their negotiations.
Kyrenn was about to accede to all of Kulain's demands, in return for the
small concession of the right to hunt in Tennessee. Since he had never
been there, and planned to avoid the country music capital of the world
for all eternity, Kulain regarded it as a good bargain.
They were interrupted by a group of young men who came racing in, to
kneel before Kyrenn. They were excited and keen to tell their master the
news.
They had captured an interloper on their territory. Kulain knew
immediately who it was. With his luck, it could be no one else.
Ricky.
Ricky moaned and tried to raise his head. What the hell had happened to
him? Those sons of bitches had ambushed him, and then something had hit
him on the back of the head, and that was the last thing he remembered.
Until he woke up with a headache, face down on a lushly carpeted floor,
unexpectedly naked. Maybe he was even in Villier's own mansion house.
With a groan he moved, trying to push himself up onto hands and knees.
"No, worm! Stay on the floor, where you belong!"
Ricky recognised the voice. It was Duncan Villiers. That bastard had
gone too far this time! Ricky snarled, and tried to stand. Duncan's foot
pressed painfully in the centre of his back, forcing him to the floor
again.
"You son of a bitch! I'm going to kill you!" Ricky snarled. He felt a
surge of rage, and without thinking, he was extending claws, lunging
forward, trying to escape his tormentor. A boot in the ribs drove all
the breath from him, and he fell back, gasping.
"Little demon-whore thinks it's brave!" Duncan laughed.
At least a dozen other voices, male and female, joined his mocking
chuckle. Dizzily, Ricky tried to focus, and saw a crowd of people
surrounding him. No, not people. Not with those terrible, inhuman violet
eyes. Demons. They were surrounding him, and all displayed avid, lustful
expressions. It was then that he started to feel intensely afraid.
"Your kind aren't welcome here. This is our territory. You're going to
be taught a lesson, worm!"
"Look. You've got the wrong man. I don't have anything to do with
demons....." Ricky protested vainly.
"You only have to do it once with a demon, fool! Then you're marked
forever....!" Villiers chuckled. "Shall I show you?"
Ricky realised his danger too late. Two of them grabbed his arms then
Duncan Villiers was astride him, biting at the back of his neck hard
enough to draw blood. Ricky screamed in pain.
Then came the terrible betrayal of his body. His hips were lifting, legs
spreading themselves unbidden. He couldn't help himself, though he tried
so hard not to submit. Villiers was whispering obscenities in his ear,
promises of what he was going to do, and how his friends were going to
take their turns afterwards. And all the while Ricky was unable to stop
himself moaning and offering himself, wanting it. Wanting the hardness
of Villiers cock in his ass. Wanting to be mounted and spread open.
Hating the unstoppable instincts that made him yield to the male behind
him. Grovelling humiliatingly.
He tried to shut out what was happening to him. The way he was acting
the whore for them, unable to deny the instincts that Villiers
controlled. The throbbing hardness between his legs.
Ricky felt tears rolling down his face. To his eternal shame he began
to beg, though he was no longer sure what for.
"That's it baby! Open up for me!" Villiers was touching him, readying
him.........
"Alex......" Ricky was unaware of the tiny pleading whisper.
Another observer heard it, and almost imperceptibly sighed.
Ricky heard a peculiar strangled squawk, and the weight disappeared from
his body. Something sodden and wet thudded to the floor next to him.
Turning his head slightly, Ricky found himself staring into the
sightless eyes of Villiers decapitated head.
"Mine, I think!" A familiar voice purred.
Strong arms lifted him, and he clung to the well-known body, not wanting
to let go. He felt himself lifted and swept elsewhere and just held on
to Kulain, eyes tightly closed, his hands clutching so tightly that they
hurt.
There was finally stillness, and he found that he was sitting on
Kulain's knee, leaning against that strong chest. He was dimly aware,
through the dizziness in his head, that there were others nearby. His
body was still aching with need, and his quivering cock was throbbing.
He whimpered in anguish and tried to hide his head against Kulain's
shoulder. There was only instinct now. The urge to huddle close to the
being who was master of his body and soul, and yield up all
responsibility to Kulain.
"It's alright, little one. You're safe." Kulain was distantly murmuring
reassurance. Ricky moaned pleadingly. "Soon, baby. I'll make you feel
better soon."
Kyrenn looked envious. Kulain could understand that. Shivering with
longing, clinging to Kulain, Ricky was the essence of all that demons
found attractive. Beautiful, responsive, slightly vulnerable in
appearance, Ricky was delightful. And of course, when he and Kyrenn had
interrupted the smaller demon's minions in their attack, they had been
given the arousing sight of the human on his hands and knees, offering
himself.
Kyrenn had not taken his eyes off Ricky since then. Perhaps it would be
amusing to give him a show. Kulain could feel Ricky wriggling slightly
on his lap, trying to ease the discomfort of his swollen cock. The young
man wasn't really aware of what he was doing, the lust chemicals in his
bloodstream were still dictating his behaviour. However, he was now
beginning to bond to Kulain rather than to the usurper, Alex. The more
often Kulain reasserted his claim over Ricky's fine ass, the more
dependant the pretty young man would become.
Kulain had a delicious lapful of warm human and he was demon enough to
relish the advantage he had, however dishonourable it was. He gathered
Ricky close, and gently gripped the young cop's swollen cock. Ricky
moaned and bit his lower lip, his head rolling back to rest on Kulain's
shoulder. Kulain grasped his prize tightly at the base, feeling it
become even harder in his hand as Ricky stopped fighting his feelings
and yielded up control of his body completely. He could feel the blood
moving beneath the warm skin, and the veins standing proud. He drew his
hand along the hard length until his fist gripped it just below the
head. Already, drops of gleaming fluid were gathering on its tip.
Tightening his fist slightly brought a moan and made the head stand
proud. Ricky muttered incoherently and his head thrashed about a little.
Kyrenn was staring hypnotically at the dewdrops of fluid precum that
formed as Kulain pumped Ricky towards climax. A light tease, swirling
the engorged head of his pet cop's penis with slightly extended clawtips
rapidly brought Ricky to the edge. Kulain palmed the head and with a
sharp cry, Ricky exploded into the palm of Kulain's hand. The young cop
sagged against Kulain, barely conscious, his mind and body totally
exhausted.
Kulain smirked at Kyrenn, and deliberately raised his hand to his
mouth, licking the human's seed off his hand with relish. Kyrenn moaned
in envy and Kulain laughed as the squat demon hurriedly departed in
search of a human or three to quench the fire in his balls.
Not a bad idea actually. A tasty mouthful was not fully satisfying. But
plunging into Ricky's unresisting body had a certain appeal. Not an
honourable course of action, and certainly not a wild ride with a pretty
human bouncing up and down for an hour or two on his rock hard cock. A
pleasant fantasy, but hardly reality.
His own balls were beginning to throb, and he could feel the tightness
behind his eyes that signalled irritability and the desire to commit
carnage.
No, though Ricky was sleepy and lethargic, his firmly rounded ass would
certainly serve to sate Kulain's lusts. And leaving his semen to gel
within that fine ass would bind Ricky closer. It would deposit genetic
materials that would mark him as belonging to Kulain.... they would be
absorbed into his bloodstream and scent him as Kulain's property.
The demon lifted Ricky, aid him down on Kyrenn's ridiculous satin
pillows, and positioned himself between the human's thighs. Within a few
minutes, he was pounding deep into the unresisting human's sweet depths.
No doubt the feisty young cop would be angry with him later. Delicious.
Kulain decided that perhaps he was as amoral as certain opponents in the
government alleged.
Just a bit.
Ricky moaned in pleasure, and murmured something. Kulain leaned closer
as he thrust downwards, and heard what the human said.
"Alex......."
He really would have to take care of that little problem
Individuals who are defeated consistently in encounters with one set of
opponents become psychologically "down," display timidity when they
encounter new sets of opponents, and thus are more likely to retain
their low rank.....
E. O. Wilson—Sociobiology (1980)
"Where am I?" he said with a largely unsuccessful attempt to hide a
yawn. They appeared to be in a large room, furnished expensively, with a
huge floor to ceiling mirror along one wall. And of course, the huge bed
which they occupied.
Kulain smiled. Ricky had been so exhausted that afternoon that he hadn't
even stirred when he was brought to Kulain's lair. He had slept for
hours in fact, and it was now well after midnight.
"You're in Washington....," Kulain said.
Ricky was bright. He knew almost immediately where he was.
"The tower!" he whispered. It was one place that he had never dreamed of
visiting. No one in the world knew what went on inside its walls so the
media claimed, except Kulain's minions. It occurred to him for the first
time that at some point in the last few days, he had become one of them,
without even noticing. This was not a good career move. And what the
hell was he going to tell his family?
Kulain rose from the bed in a single sinuous movement. Ricky shivered,
hating the small stir of arousal that jolted through him at the sight of
Kulain's sleek, lean body. The flash of a wicked grin from the demon
told him that Kulain knew the power he had over the young man. A taloned
hand caressed the cop's face gently. Ricky couldn't help parting his
lips as a digit brushed across them.
"You'll be safe here, with me, my sweet. Until you decide what you
really want." He looked regretful. "I have business to attend to, Ricky.
Treat this place as your home. We'll talk later." Kulain slipped into
night black leathers that clung to the contours of his body and created
a stunningly sensuous impression.
As the demon departed, Ricky was left to wonder whether his life had
just got better, or worse.
Half an hour later, wandering the seemingly endless corridors and halls
of this place, Ricky had just about decided it was worse. Treat this
place like home, huh? Now where the hell was the refrigerator?
Alex couldn't sleep. He was still on edge from his last encounter with
Mulder. Things were definitely strained between them. How could he
possibly explain what was wrong with him. That he was an adulterous son
of a bitch who hadn't known when he was well off.
Predictably, their last conversation had been filled with barely
restrained bitterness. Mulder didn't understand what he had done that
was so wrong. He was angry and hurt. And Alex had been filled with guilt
and self-loathing. In the end he had just walked away, leaving Mulder
staring after him, tears glittering in his eyes. Which made Alex feel
worse. He had wrecked one of the sweetest relationships he had ever
known, simply because he couldn't keep his cock in his pants.
But Ricky had been good too. Luscious. So willing to satisfy his darkest
desires.
The worst thing was that he still wanted Fox. When the other man came
close to him, it was all he could do not to beg Mulder to fuck him raw.
Fox Mulder was addictive and so damned good. Magnificent, like an
expensive wine. Being held by him made Alex feel so very secure. He was
so confused by the turmoil of emotion he felt.
Alex decided to take his mind off his troubles by fixing himself
something sweet, chocolaty and loaded with thousands of calories. The
last thing on earth he expected was to see an all too familiar green-
eyed cop standing before him.
It was the slut! Here, in the tower! The place Alex called home. The
place where he and Fox belonged. There was no place for the likes of
Ricky Caruso in this place. Not ever.
With a growl, Alex Krycek launched himself at the younger man, slamming
him into the wall. Ricky cried out in alarm, and tried to push Alex away
from him hands scrabbling against Alex's chest, but Alex was the
stronger by far. Ricky found himself in the familiar position of being
helpless under Alex's hands.
Alex leaned heavily against his captive, ignoring Ricky's desperate
struggles, as the younger man beat his fists against Alex's chest.
Unconsciously, Alex ground his hips against Ricky's and the younger man
moaned in despair. If he once allowed Alex to take him....... surely he
would betray himself and Alex would know his secret. The fact that he
had fallen in love with the older man.
"Please," Ricky begged. "Alex...."
If he had thought to appeal to Alex Krycek's better nature, it was a
lost cause. Ricky found himself reacting to Alex in a way that was
preordained from the moment Alex had first touched him. He moaned
slightly, and his hips lifted helplessly towards his tormentor, meeting
Alex's thrusting movements with his own. Alex slid his leg between
Ricky's and the younger man began to writhe as Alex applied pressure to
his most sensitive places. And what was worse, he wanted it. He craved
it!
With a growl, Alex bit at the side of Ricky's neck, tasting him,
subliminally aware that his slut had been with Kulain recently. Alex
bit harder in punishment as his rival's attentions became clear, hands
sliding over Ricky's hardened nipples and flat belly. The slut moaned
and clutched at him, knowing his place. Alex had forgotten how good it
was to be in such total command of another man. He was close to losing
control already from just touching the slut like this. Yet the slut's
eyes were shining and when he pulled Alex's head down and kissed him,
Alex was content to crush those lips beneath his and take what was
offered to him.
"You're mine, bitch!" he snarled. "Say it!"
"Yours....." Ricky whimpered, and as Alex pressed his hard erection
against the younger man, Ricky moaned in frantic need.
Mulder had never dreamed of anything like this. Frozen in place, he
stared in disbelief at the sight before him. When he had heard raised
voices, he had thought that Alex was arguing with Kulain. But then he
had heard Ricky, and had realised who Kulain had brought back to the
Tower after his recent foray into the outside world. Of all the stupid
things to do.... Of course Ricky and Alex were going to fight. Weren't
they both rivals for his affection.
He only realised how egocentric that view was when he saw the two of
them. Prepared to step in and break up a fight, he wasn't prepared for
this Alex and Ricky weren't fighting. Not in any way that he had ever
understood. They were making out!
Alex was running his hands across the younger man's body, and though he
muttered obscenities at Ricky, Mulder was so familiar with the way
Alex's eyes were shining and the flush to his face brought about by
arousal. And Ricky, though he was trembling and making small sounds of
distress, had his arms around Alex and was already spreading his legs
wider. Definitely not the passive victim that he pretended to be.
Mulder closed his eyes, not wanting to see any more. He understood now.
He had been complacent, no, arrogant in his assumptions. He had taken
Alex for granted, even flirted with Ricky himself. And it seemed as if
he had lost everything because of it. He choked back a sob, not wanting
the two men to hear him, though that was unlikely. They were lost in
their own world of sexual desire.
"Do you trust me, my love?" A taloned hand unexpectedly gripped his
shoulder. Kulain stood behind him. The demon had moved so silently that
Mulder hadn't heard him approach. An arm comfortingly wrapped round him.
Mulder could only bow his head and press his forehead against Kulain's
shoulder, shaking with shock. Kulain's warm hand gently brushed away the
wetness on his lover's cheek.
"Alex still wants you." Mulder shook his head. "If he didn't, he
wouldn't have returned here. He would have stayed with Ricky."
Mulder looked at him with such fragile hope. His sweet Fox did indeed
trust him, the demon noted with pleasure.
"Let me explain a little of what you're seeing here. It's not the way it
seems. Simple biology. When they're near each other, Ricky has a kind
of power over him, or to be more accurate, his instincts. If they get
too close to each other, their desires take over."
"That's no excuse!" Mulder hissed angrily.
"No. I intended Ricky to be for my exclusive use, not his. Alex is
trespassing And I intend him to learn the error of his ways." Kulain
smiled. "And then you'll be able to persuade him back to your bed.....
if that's what you want?" Mulder nodded.
"I'll fight for him!" Mulder said decisively, a new determination in his
eyes. I've loved Alex for too long to lose him now!"
"Then wait here, while I wreck Alex's plans for the night! And don't
interfere, no matter what you might think of my methods. I can
manipulate his instincts in ways you never dreamed of. Just do what I
tell you and say nothing. I guarantee that he'll not go near Ricky after
tonight, not without my permission...."
Mulder nodded. Kulain gestured for him to hide in a small curtained
alcove and instructed him to wait for a signal. Pleased by the success
of his stratagem, Kulain turned to deal with his pretty pair.
"You think he's yours! Not quite!" A cold voice froze both Ricky and
Alex in their efforts to fuck each other through the wall,
Alex whirled, and found Kulain close behind him. But before he could
even raise a hand to defend himself, he was swept bodily away from Ricky
and lifted into the air with incredible strength. He found himself
dangling, helpless as a kitten, in Kulain's too strong grip.
"Get away!" Kulain snapped at Ricky. The young cop stumbled away,
dizzily. All he wanted to do at that moment was to quench the burning
heat inside him. But Kulain and Alex seemed to be caught up in some
drama of their own that didn't include him. Dazed by his own so-ready
submission to Alex, despite his earlier resolutions, Ricky sank to the
floor and huddled shivering in a corner. Why, oh why had he let things
get so out of hand?
"Get your hands off me!" Alex screamed at Kulain. "You have no right to
interfere."
"You think not?" Kulain said in a silken tone. Alex didn't recognise the
danger signals. He struggled uselessly, then subsided, panting, shifting
in discomfort as his hard cock began to throb.
"You took what was mine, Alex." His eyes glowed with green light, for
the first time warning Alex that Kulain was angry. Alex moaned softly in
fear, and tugged at Kulain's fingers again.
"He wants me......!" he said, his voice unconsciously taking on a
pleading note.
"His instincts tell him to submit to you, Alex! It's not the same
thing!" Kulain sounded exasperated. "And he does it so very well,
doesn't he. It's so very tempting, the way he spreads his legs. But he's
still mine. And so are you, my sweet, though you seem determined to try
my patience."
Alex snarled, territorial instincts flaring, though he retained enough
sense not to attack Kulain. The demon shook him until he became silent
again.
"I have a solution, my sweet. A way to settle our differences in a fair
way. Will you listen?" A reluctant nod. "I propose a contest between you
and Ricky. The winner can have whoever he wants as a permanent sexual
partner, and the loser spends the next three days satisfying my every
whim."
"What!" Ricky squeaked, shock registering in the sharpness of his voice.
Alex flushed, then his eyes narrowed speculatively. It would solve a lot
of problems, especially the difficulties posed by Kulain's interference.
It was unlikely that the slut would be able to beat him at anything,
Ricky was still too human to compete on an equal level with him.
Ricky too, when he thought about it, could see a way out of his
difficulties. If he could beat Alex he would have what he wanted. Not
that he had really decided who exactly he wanted yet.
"Yeah. Okay." Ricky said softly. There were worse things he could face
than three nights in Kulain's bed. At least he would feel warm and safe.
"Lets do it!" Alex said. The thought of losing never entering his mind.
Kulain smiled in sly satisfaction. This was going to be delicious. He
risked a sly glance towards the hidden Mulder. His sharp demon vision
could see the barest gleam of Mulder's hazel eyes as the agent silently
watched them.
"Take your clothes off, both of you!" he ordered. Ricky blushed
delightfully and Alex merely glared, but both complied. Kulain sighed in
appreciation at the sight. Standing side by side, they were
exceptionally beautiful, two dark-haired beauties, both still half
aroused by their earlier passion. This was indeed a good plan. He
couldn't really lose. He would have one of them soon, and which ever one
it was would be exceptionally sore from his use by the time morning
came. Perhaps it was his imagination, but he seemed to hear a soft sigh
from behind the nearby curtain. Perhaps Mulder was as struck by the
sight of his comely males as Kulain was. Still, wasn't that part of the
plan.....
"What is this contest?" Alex said coldly, breaking into Kulain's
contemplation. The demon smiled quite evilly.
"A simple duel, my Alex." That got a furious glare. ""You will take it
in turns to touch each other, and the loser will be the one whose
control breaks first. All you have to do to win, my Alex, is to stop
yourself from coming when Ricky touches you.....!"
He noted with wicked amusement, the effect that his words had on the
formerly diminishing erections of both men. And the look of startled
consternation that Alex displayed.
He began to laugh.
Alex gritted his teeth and tried to ignore the silken touch of Ricky
Caruso, as the younger man trailed his fingers downwards in a hellishly
good caress. The slut wasn't going to win. He wasn't! The slut was
cunning. He was deliberately keeping his touch delicate and teasing.
Then it was over. Three times, Ricky had done that, working lower each
time as his confidence increased. Alex was beginning to hate him.
His turn came. He saw Ricky watching him nervously, half afraid as to
what form his retaliation would take. Alex growled, and gripped Ricky's
chin. He kissed the younger man hungrily, his mouth demanding Ricky's
submission. Ricky moaned into his mouth and his hands scrabbled against
Alex as he was bent backwards and Alex pressed himself down over the
other, grinding his hips against Ricky's. When the moan became a
whimper, he released Ricky, trying to ignore the sweet feel of the
other's skin against his. The desire to take Ricky was a demanding
pressure inside him.
Ricky swayed, gasping for a few moments, then shook his head. He had
that familiar dazed look that made Alex desire him so much. Then Ricky
gave a sudden grin and decisively leaned forward and suckled Alex's
right nipple. Kulain purred with pleasure at the startled cry Alex
gave. Ricky was becoming quite adventurous now that he knew he could
gain some measure of revenge on Alex.
His rat was moaning, eyes half closed as he twisted under the
ministrations of Ricky's full mouth. Alex's hands were clenched as he
tried to stop his fingers from fisting themselves in Ricky's hair. The
younger man finished and with a triumphant smirk, straightened up. And
Kulain waited with baited breath to see what delicious spectacle Alex
would provide him with next.
Alex shivered, trying to get himself under control. His nipples had
always been particularly sensitive. A lucky move on the slut's part! He
decided that he was going to end this before the slut could get lucky
again. He dropped to his knees, gripped Ricky's weeping cock, and began
to lick and suckle at the swollen head.
"Noooo!" Ricky wailed as his control wavered.
Now that was a satisfying noise. Alex increased the pressure of his
fingers and gave a powerful suck. He felt Ricky shudder, and momentarily
the slut's knees buckled as he swayed forward, instinctively trying to
push his cock all of the way down Alex's throat. Alex released him.
Ricky would be lucky if he lasted through one more turn. The next time
Alex planned to slip his finger up between the slut's legs. A quick
massage of Ricky's prostate would finish the little bitch off.
There was a hint of bitterness in the way Ricky was watching him.
"Alex....." Ricky begged softly.
He wasn't going to listen to the slut as Ricky tried to worm his way out
of his obligations. Alex knew from his nights with Kulain that he could
hold out for a while yet. Ricky had a lot to learn about how to make a
man come.
Ricky could tell from the smirk Alex directed towards him, that he
thought he had won. It was so hard to think straight when Alex was
touching him.... His body was shaking from the older man's
ministrations, and he was aware of Kulain's regard. The demon was
enjoying every moment of their discomfort. His chances of victory were
diminishing now. He could always try what Alex had just done, though he
lacked confidence.
Hesitantly, he knelt before Alex, and saw the older man show surprise
and a flash of lust that he couldn't quite hide. Maybe there was a
little hope. Hesitantly he applied his mouth in imitation of Alex, and
heard the older man emit a most satisfying moan.
They were beautiful together. Fox Mulder could understand Kulain's
fascination with the two of them. When they had first stood naked before
Kulain, the sight of his beautiful Alex and the younger, slightly less
muscular cop had stirred a heat between his legs. Then when he had heard
what Kulain proposed they should do..... He could feel his cock
thickening within moments, paralleling the two competitors.
The reality was far more stunning than even he could imagine. How could
Kulain just sit there silently and watch? Seeing the two of them
touching each other, moving together....... He had thought he would be
insanely jealous, but there was nothing of love about this. Alex was
playing to win, with no sign of tenderness and Ricky was struggling to
control himself after only a few moments. No, Mulder didn't feel too
jealous. He found himself too intent on watching those two luscious
bodies. How the hell could Kulain just sit there so coolly? Didn't he
feel in the least aroused? But then the demon was exceptionally good at
hiding his feelings.
Mulder was aroused. He was becoming harder with every moment. And his
erection was diamond hard already. He twisted in discomfort, and to give
himself some relief, he pulled down his pants as quietly as he could. A
quick glance through the small gap in the curtains showed Alex on his
knees before Ricky. They were both flushed and making small moans.
Alex's lips were glistening and smeared with precum
Mulder grinned, despite his situation. Couldn't Alex see the trap Kulain
had engineered? It was obvious that he was as aroused by touching Ricky
as when Ricky touched him.
He wasn't surprised to find that his hand was frantically pumping at his
erect cock. He only wished that he knew what Kulain intended for him.
Maybe, if he begged a little, Kulain would give him what his body really
wanted at the moment, ease the unsatisfied ache within him that Alex had
left....... Maybe if he went down on his hands and knees, Kulain would
take care of the need between his legs. Maybe that would make Alex
jealous......?
He saw what Ricky was clumsily attempting to do for Alex, and sobbed
aloud, unable to suppress his need any longer. He wanted to do that to
Alex! He wanted to push his way between them and have both of them at
once.....
Alex jerked his head round when he heard the sound of someone behind
him. Unfortunately the effect was to drive his cock further down Ricky's
throat, which sent a jolt of pleasure straight to his brain. Kulain rose
sinuously to his feet, and Alex shivered a little when he saw the bulge
in Kulain's black leather pants that had been hidden from his sight. The
demon was really enjoying the free show they were giving him.
Kulain approached the source of the sound, an alcove, and pulled back
the curtain in one swift movement. Alex watched him, half-distracted by
the slut's mouth working him. What he saw stunned him.
Fox was there!
A Fox with his pants around his ankles and his cock in his hand, by all
appearances about to come from watching them. Kulain grinned, applied
his hand in assistance to Fox, and the agent came explosively.
The sight sent an overwhelming jolt to his own erection. Fox! Beautiful,
with flushed face and licking his come from Kulain's hand. Hazel eyes
turning towards Alex with a dreamy, contented smile.
He couldn't hold back. No matter how much he tried. Not with Fox looking
at him like that.
He came. His body jerked forward again and again, as spurt after spurt
of his seed shot down the slut's throat. And somehow, he was on the
floor, staring up at Ricky as their positions unaccountably became
reversed. The cop's eyes shone with astonished delight and Alex realised
he had lost.
He watched as Kulain strode to the cop, bent him over, sank his own
erect penis into Ricky's suddenly writhing body and fucked him to their
mutual screaming climax in less than a dozen powerful strokes.
He had lost!
"Well, my pretty one?" Kulain smiled at Ricky, almost purring with
pleasure after his delicious game. "Have you made a choice? Who do you
really want?"
Ricky shivered slightly. He found himself even more confused now than he
was before. Alex had been prepared to take advantage of him. And Kulain
had used him again. He shook his head.
"I need time to think....."
Kulain nodded. "I believe Fox has an interesting case you might like to
attend tomorrow. Take all the time you need." His expression became
utterly wicked. "Alex and I are going to be busy for a few days" He
moved to stand over his green-eyed beauty, who was still huddled on his
knees, head bowed. A taloned hand stroked Alex's hair possessively.
"Isn't that right, little one! Make sure you're lying on your stomach on
my bed in three minutes. And your rump had better be raised in the
air,...."
"Like hell!" Alex's temper was rekindled. Perhaps not entirely wisely.
Ricky watched, open-mouthed. Kulain winked at him, and his pretty cop
blushed and lowered his eyes submissively. Kulain nodded at Fox, to
remind the agent of the promise he had made. The demon couldn't restrain
a chuckle. "Oh, this is going to be fun!"
Territorial Defence—holding on to a particular piece of ground or
possession, and defending it against intruders, by attack if
necessary.......
"I think not!" Kulain said in silken tones.
Alex gave a start, and spun round, looking guilty. He flushed, then
began to edge away apprehensively. Kulain gestured to the bed with a
flourish. Alex shook his head and scowled.
Kulain almost purred in anticipation.
Alex didn't even see Kulain move. He just found himself upside down, ass
in the air over Kulain's knee. Then the flat of the demon's hand
connected with his butt with a resounding slap. He howled, more in
humiliation than in actual pain. Before he could recover, several
additional impacts followed the first. He was dumped unceremoniously on
the bed.
"You agreed to obey me Alex. I'll give you one minute to present
yourself, ready for me on that bed. Or your butt will be too sore to sit
on tomorrow!"
Alex was all too obviously stunned. He opened his mouth to protest,
green eyes glittering in outrage, but the protest died unspoken when
Kulain growled softly in warning. The demon watched as Alex weighed up
his chances of making it past Kulain. It was obvious that he wouldn't
make it. Alex wavered in indecision, but seeing Kulain's mouth set in a
grim line, he reluctantly obeyed.
Mulder had waited patiently for Ricky to dress himself. It took a while,
because the green-eyed cop had so hastily shed some of his clothes that
he couldn't immediately find them. Admittedly, it was quite an
attractive sight. He dragged his gaze reluctantly away from the shapely
body and tried to smother a yawn. Maybe there was time to get some sleep
before his dawn appointment with the FBI squad that Skinner had taken
charge of. A couple of hours perhaps.
Ricky shyly pulled on his jeans, suddenly aware exactly how tight they
pulled over his ass. Like a second skin, and it was obvious that his
companion had noticed. Mulder was an unknown quantity. They didn't
really know each other, though he was aware that Mulder and Alex were
supposedly an item. All he really knew from their brief acquaintance
was that Mulder was a fabulous kisser, and had enjoyed watching him and
Alex. And he looked to have a great body. Hardly the most auspicious of
introductions. The case sounded intriguing though. A real FBI
investigation. The "ambitious young cop" part of his personality was
thrilled at the prospect.
A series of sounds made both men freeze and turn towards Kulain's room.
Loud slapping noises, punctuated by cries of outrage. It was obvious
what was happening. Mulder sighed. Kulain was certainly a master of the
unexpected. Mulder had never dreamed he would go to those lengths. But
though he had momentarily wanted to charge in and rescue Alex, he had
stopped himself, mainly because a small part of him thought that Alex
deserved a little chastisement for his adultery. And only Kulain would
have dared do that to Alex. Mulder forced himself to ignore the sudden
silence that followed, which was perhaps more disturbing. He glared at
the problematic young cop.
"Shut your mouth, Caruso! You look like you're catching flies!"
Maybe it was better to head off to the stakeout now.
Kulain had hit him! Kulain had treated him as though he was a naughty
youngster, and had expressed himself very clearly. Alex was outraged.
But he would have to obey or be punished, at least for the next three
days. Alex snarled in frustration and reluctantly began to pull his
jeans down. Well the demon could have what he wanted just this once. At
least, for as long as Alex lasted tonight. After the first humiliating
incident of the evening, the slut's victory, Alex doubted that he could
manage to get it up again. He had come so incredibly hard for Ricky that
he had been brought to his knees, and he had little energy left. Kulain
was going to be very frustrated.
He grinned nastily. If Kulain thought he was going to co-operate for any
stupid games, then the demon was going to be disappointed. Alex would
just lie there and let himself be fucked. He certainly wasn't going to
initiate anything which would pleasure Kulain.
With a rather theatrical sigh, he knelt on the bed with his ass in the
air, head and shoulders lowered, and closed his eyes. He waited for
Kulain. And waited. And waited.......
After about five minutes he opened his eyes again and cast a sidelong
glance at Kulain. The demon sat opposite him, studying the fine lines of
Alex's body.
"How long are you going to make me wait?" Alex snarled.
Kulain's slit pupils visibly narrowed, then he rose sinuously to his
feet and moved behind Alex. Then a long-taloned finger was being stroked
up the inside of his thighs. Kulain's voice came as a purr.
"Admit that you and Ricky both belong to me, and you can leave now,
Alex. Or do I have to prove it to you? Are you so eager to learn how
loudly you can scream, my sweet Alex?"
A digit began working its way inside him. Alex tried to ignore the slow,
insidious way it was starting to arouse him. Hatefully teasing and
stroking inside him so that beads of sweat formed on his forehead. It
was becoming hard to remain indifferent to Kulain. Alex bit his lip hard
to stifle a betraying moan, unaware that his body was swaying slightly
in time to Kulain's ministering fingers.
There was suddenly a withdrawal of that touch, and he was mortified to
hear the slight sob of need that he emitted. A hand came between his
legs and found Alex to be satisfyingly erect. Then there was the warmth
of Kulain's body behind his and he was filled so completely that he
couldn't suppress his desire any longer.
He was shamingly, humiliatingly grinding himself back against Kulain,
wailing, unable to control himself, no matter how much he tried. It felt
so very good. Kulain was riding him so hard that he was only able to
yield himself up to the piston-like drive of Kulain into his body.
His climax was inevitable from the first moment Kulain touched him. But
he had never anticipated that he would be forced to endure a further
three such peaks in the course of their lovemaking. Or that Kulain would
be able to drive him to the edge of insanity.
Where the hell he found the energy from, he would never know.
Alex had done as he was told, Kulain mused. Trembling with humiliation,
he had assumed the position Kulain desired. His attempt at rebellion had
ended in ignominious failure, when it became obvious that Kulain was
furious. He would have tried to argue further with the demon, but that
would probably have inflamed the situation further. Kulain suppressed
his chuckle.
He had made his little rat pay dearly for his defiance. Alex was
presently shivering with exhaustion, his flanks trembling and body
streaked with sweat. His belly and thighs were liberally spattered with
semen and it was obvious that he wasn't able to maintain his submissive
posture for much longer. What a sweet penance he was made to suffer.
Kulain leaned over him, and Alex whimpered as he contemplated yet
another orgasmic surrender to the demon.
"Well, Alex," he said softly. "Who do you belong to?" He trailed a
finger over one firm pectoral muscle in implied desire.
Alex whimpered again. "You........!" he whispered submissively.
"Good." Kulain lay down beside his pretty Alex and gathered the shaking
man into his arms. He gently stroked the dark hair. "Sleep for now, my
little one. You know I'll keep you safe."
Satisfyingly, his rat obeyed.
Skinner eyed Mulder's companion with skepticism. It had taken only a few
moments for the big man to assess Ricky and dismiss him as naive and
inexperienced. He had merely stared coldly at Ricky, when Mulder
introduced his companion, and the young man had been reduced to tongue
tied uncertainty. Mulder realised that he thought Ricky some sort of
demon groupie. It wasn't unknown for certain sectors of society to
imitate demon culture, particularly those people into Gothic and vampire
cults. Well, maybe he was, in a way. He certainly liked sleeping with
demons. Best not to admit that to Skinner though. Tower business should
stay private.
They were stationed in three specially equipped vans, bristling with hi-
tech surveillance equipment around a huge, old warehouse near the
airport that was reportedly used for importation of foreign foodstuffs
such as fruit and wine. All manner of goods in fact. As a result,
deliveries and pickups were frequent, and there was ample opportunity
for smuggling of contraband materials. The FBI had initially suspected
that drugs were being brought into the country, and months of work had
identified the ringleaders of the operation.
It was all incredibly exciting for Ricky. The younger man was restless
and thrilled at the same time. Mulder cringed whenever his younger
companion burst out with some new and particularly stupid question. Like
were they tapping the phones, or what sort of guns they were packing.
Skinner had scowled at that last inquiry, and had proceed to glare at
Mulder
"Why did you bring him?" the AD hissed, while Ricky was distracted by an
examination of the night viewing equipment. Mulder shrugged
apologetically.
"Call him a victim of circumstances," he replied softly. "I had orders
to keep him out of the way for a while."
It was plain what the AD thought of that.
"Why don't you tell me exactly why you asked for my help," Mulder said.
Skinner sighed. Mulder could have sworn that he was embarrassed.
" I managed to get into the place by posing as a delivery driver. I saw
what I think was a grey alien, just for a couple of seconds....... Then
there was this big guy..... I can't prove it but I think it was one of
those bounty hunters you used to make reports about...... They'll think
I'm crazy in the bureau if I report this...."
Mulder chuckled softly.
"So you asked for my help because they think I'm crazy anyway!"
Skinner had the grace to look guilty. He turned away from Mulder and
went to give directions to his men. He planned to raid the place in two
hours.
Eyelashes fluttered, then opened, veiling emerald green eyes dazed with
sleep and dreamy pleasure. Alex was warm and felt utterly relaxed. He
was curled up alone in Kulain's ultra large bed and he felt like he
didn't want to move just yet. Finally, as his brain began to click into
gear, he stretched cautiously.
Definitely a mistake.
He became aware that his body was sore in several places. Where Kulain
had scraped claws across his shoulders, though that was a long familiar
result of the demon's embrace. Where he had been vigorously used more
than once. And the heat across his buttocks where Kulain had made his
displeasure clear. Also, Alex realised that his body was indisputably
ripe.
With a groan, he rolled out of bed and tried to ease the stiffness in
his body, then he headed for the shower.
The water sluicing across his body felt good, easing the aches and
washing away the sweat and come from his body. It also gave him time to
think. Kulain had taken him, with none of the usual endearments. Just
with a stern and rigorous virility that had stunned him. Alex had been
screaming within a minute, as he was ridden unmercifully. And though he
hated himself, he had been unable to stop himself surrendering his body,
letting himself be swept along by the incredible power of Kulain's use.
The feel of claws slipping across his shoulders as he was held down. He
had been brought to some of the most stunning climaxes he could ever
remember.
He just wished his butt wasn't so sore.
Damn Kulain to hell. Making him say that. Making him admit that he
belonged to Kulain. It wasn't true! Not ever. Though some cowardly part
of him kept trying to make his body yield.
Damn it.
Lost in his thoughts, he didn't realise until too late that Kulain was
standing close behind him, naked and with a rampant erection. The demon
could move swiftly and silently when he wished to. Kulain smirked and
gestured peremptorily to his enlarged organ.
"On your knees, Alex!" he purred lazily.
Alex flushed in anger, then scowled. Kulain chuckled and moved one hand
in the direction of Alex's already sore butt. The younger man growled,
then reluctantly sank to his knees. As he applied his mouth to the
demon's mammoth erection, he contemplated with simmering hostility what
he was going to do when this was over. He was going to find the slut and
make him pay! On his knees! And on his stomach! Then he would get his
revenge on Kulain!
Yeah!
Kulain possessively watched Alex. It remained to be seen whether the
lessons he had administered so far would be effective. Given his lover's
stubbornness, it was unlikely. Alex looked up momentarily, and Kulain
caught the smoldering resentment simmering in the incredibly green eyes.
Utterly delicious. As he had expected, it would take more than one night
of sweet flesh beneath his claws to persuade Alex Krycek of the error of
his ways. And what evidently irritated Alex most of all was that he had
enjoyed what Kulain did so much.
Wearing a bulletproof vest and carrying a gun, Mulder ran towards the
open factory doors, in the wake of the crack FBI team who were entering
the place. Ricky trailed along after him. Mulder had forbidden him, on
pain of suffering "what Alex just got from Kulain," from carrying a gun
at his back. Ricky had momentarily pouted, his pretty lower lip sticking
out, then he had shrugged off his disappointment.
"Promise?" Ricky said. He had grinned annoyingly. It had been even
better when Mulder blushed slightly.
Alex was once again so exhausted that he could barely lift his head.
Kulain noted the state of his pretty Alex with pleasure. It was deeply
satisfying to his instincts to have a humble lover doing what he was
told, compliant and placid. Though the challenge of taming such a feisty
pet was just as sweet. Of course, he had worked his sweet Alex so hard
and often that it was doubtful whether Alex could stay conscious for
very much longer. A whole day of sex had been delicious, and Kulain
himself was for once, fully sated. Though he could probably have managed
sex one more time if necessary.
His instincts were telling him to draw Alex close to him and sleep for
many hours, To curl up around Alex protectively, and let their bond
strengthen further. One last thing remained though. Time to see how
submissive Alex was now. The mixture of marathon sexual activity and
occasional reminders of his rank should have reduced Alex's resistance
to a minimum. All his pretty rat could think about now was an end to the
ceaseless exertions he was forced to endure. What a delight it had been,
subduing him! It would be interesting to see if Ricky could take as
much.....
Gently he stroked the tousled hair. No response. Alex was already
drifting into sleep. Kulain shook Alex awake again, and heard his lover
sob in protest as he was denied rest. His pretty Alex should have known
that he could never match Kulain for strength and endurance. Or
determination.
"You can sleep soon, my love. Just tell me first who you belong to. Or
do you need another reminder?" He circled one nipple with a half-
retracted claw.
Alex shook his head frantically.
"You!" He said hastily.
"Good, my sweet. Now tell me who Ricky belongs to!"
Alex sobbed softly.
"Tell me!" Kulain said sternly.
"You......" came the smallest of whispers.
"See that you remember it!" Kulain purred. "Or I'll have to remind you
again."
Alex nodded frantically. His green eyes were lowered submissively for
once. Now was not the time to ask exactly how far he was allowed to go.
Within moments of entering through the big double doors, Mulder had
known something was wrong. All of his instincts had screamed danger. He
believed he could handle one bounty hunter, he was strong and moved fast
in a fight, and his demon instincts made him agile. And he had a lot of
backup. It wasn't that.
A touch at his back made him jump and he cursed Ricky softly. His green
eyed companion shivered.
"Something's not right!" Ricky whispered.
"Yeah!" Mulder agreed. "Where are all the employees? This place is
empty!" He could hear the team members calling out the all clear signals
over his radio.
The floor suddenly shifted beneath their feet. Ricky automatically
clutched at Mulder as the ground seemed to sink beneath them with a
muffled roar.
"Oh no......!" Mulder barely had time to speak.
Then with a thunderous roar, the whole building exploded in a white
hot, blinding sheet of flame.
Alex wasn't sure what had happened. One moment he was curled up asleep
in Kulain's arms, curled up in the slanting rays of the early morning
sun, and the next instant he was hit by a blast of horrendous pain,
somehow more mental than physical. Kulain too was affected by the same
agony. The demon reared up, howling, and bellowed his suffering into the
night.
Then it was gone. But Kulain was now pale and shaking, his skin greyish-
green with shock. He seemed to be searching for something with his mind,
Then he abruptly cried out in horror, and Alex felt a chill of
foreboding.
"What is it?" he whispered. When Kulain didn't immediately reply, Alex
shook him frantically.
The demon turned to him, and his face was shadowed with grief.
"Fox is dead......!" he said in a lifeless tone. "And Ricky! Both of
them......!"
Then he held Alex as his lover began to scream.
Walter Skinner had searched for hours for their bodies. He drove himself
to the edge of exhaustion, hoping against hope that he would find Fox
Mulder and his cute companion alive and unscathed. He had also
personally helped retrieve the bodies of the other agents. Not that
there was much left to retrieve.
It was his fault. If he hadn't called up Mulder and asked for his help,
this disaster would never have happened. It looked as though the bodies
had been vaporised in the blast. The study of the video material they
had shot had caught one brief image of the two men silhouetted against
the light. Now there was just a vast, rubble strewn crater surrounded by
collapsed factory buildings in the area where they had stood,
Kulain was going to require an explanation.
The thought filled him with dread. And if Mulder and his companion were
dead, as he knew in his heart they were, all hell would break loose.
Literally!
Alien Laboratory, some time later.............
The alien bounty hunter stooped down over the limp nude body of Fox
Mulder and pressed his hand over the stilled heart. A surge of energy
flowed from his hand and into Mulder. It took a great deal of energy;
the body had been frozen in stasis for some time, though it had been
carefully placed there immediately after death. The injuries it had
sustained had been meticulously repaired.
After a few moments, the heart revived and the bounty hunter felt it
flutter under his palm. He intensified his concentration and the heart
steadied, and began to beat strongly.
The bounty hunter smiled in satisfaction, their finely engineered plan
was succeeding in all respects. The two men were captured without Kulain
being alerted. He watched as Mulder moaned softly in pain, still deeply
unconscious, and then he turned to the other one. He laid a hand on
Ricky Caruso's skin and sent his power outwards again.
The two of them would make an interesting addition to his menagerie. It
would be useful to have two of Kulain's brood to study, and it would be
exceptionally amusing to see whether they would survive when pitted
against his other pets. He had assembled a collection of some of the
deadliest creatures in the universe, and it remained to be seen whether
the two pretty men who carried the much feared demon bloodline would be
able to survive against them.
Dark Angel's Fire
by Megaera
Tangled Web
Once a bond has started to form between individuals, there follows an
escalating series of bodily intimacies. The partners do not normally
move straight from introduction to copulation except in the special case
of prostitution. The preliminaries provide time for careful judgements
to be made, which may be hard to form once the massive shared emotional
impact of double orgasm has been experienced.
Manwatching—Desmond Morris
Those animals which acquire habits of mutual aid are undoubtedly the
fittest. They have more chances to survive, and they attain the highest
development of intelligence and bodily organisation.
P Kropotkin (1902)
Mulder sighed. In the two days since he and Sean had tricked Alex into
bed, his beloved Alex had been sullen and moody, and generally
insufferable. The green eyed man had glared at Fox whenever an
opportunity presented itself, and was often to be seen pouting
resentfully at Sean.
Ricky murmured something incoherent and tried to nestle back into
Kulain's arms. The demon laughed softly, the sound rousing Ricky a
little from his sleepy condition. The young man looked around him and
frowned in puzzlement.
It was almost preordained that Alex would not follow instructions. And
as Kulain had expected when he returned to the bedroom, Alex was not on
the bed. In fact, he was in the process of dressing, and was muttering
obscenities as he made ready for a hurried departure.
