What Would Happen If We Kissed?
Alex Krycek tugged self-consciously at the thin white leather collar
he'd donned in the Maitre's private office as he moved towards the
bar to get himself some borrowed courage. Was he really ready to do
this? Was he really willing to risk a career in the FBI should this
little proclivity of his be discovered? Ordering three fingers of
the finest Russian vodka straight, the young man downed it in a shot
and straightened his shoulders. Hey, Hoover wore dresses, so what
was a little BDSM in today's world? This was what he wanted.
Looking idly around the room, Alex thought back to his acceptance
interview the week before. Each new member of the De Sade was
appraised by a Maitre or Maitresse in order to determine his or her
suitability for the club. Background checks and credit checks were
run to ensure that the client was on the level and was someone they
wished to join the club, after which the potential client talked to
a psychologist on the club's payroll to ensure that they were stable
enough for the environment they were about to enter and the
scenarios they wished to enact.
The entire process took up to several months, thus giving the
prospective member time to back out before they paid the yearly
membership fee. If a couple joined, it was the Master, Mistress or
dominant who would pay for both themselves and their Slave or
submissive, as per the club rules. If a submissive joined on their
own then was subsequently chosen by a dominant, the dominant would
pay the remainder of the submissive's fee, and that money would be
returned to the submissive. It was all part of the care and
maintenance of one's property.
Favored dominants, or in some cases organizations, had the option to
maintain a suite of rooms in the renovated mansion. Each room was
decorated as per the request of the owner, for a fee. It was fitted
with a private collection of the instruments and toys of choice, and
there was a small bar and fridge constantly stocked and refreshed
with the dominant's and submissive's food and beverages of choice
while they were in town and or residence.
The club spared no expense to ensure the finest of everything from
equipment to the quality of sheets on the beds to the various oils,
soaps and cleansing products. It was an exclusive and pricey club,
but for those who were members it was a paradise of their sexual
fantasies.
Once assessed and accepted, the client was brought back for a second
interview where their preferences and level of expertise were
appraised by trained personnel. The client filled out an in depth
profile of their preferences ranging from food and drink, hygiene
products, preferred fabrics for clothing and linens to their
preferences in position in the club and the gender of their sexual
partners.
Alex had found the testing humiliating and arousing and found
himself comforted by the depth of commitment of the club to each of
its member's well-being. The rules were outlined to him and the
various penalties and punishments for infractions for both dominants
and submissives. The dominants were not allowed to ask/order/demand
anything over the submissive's level of knowledge, preference or
expertise.
Upon his arrival tonight, Alex had once more been escorted into a
discreetly elegant and private office. The Maitre there had asked
for his chosen pseudonym and then had looked up Alex's profile on
their well-maintained database. His profile had been quickly
perused, and he'd been handed a slim, white leather collar as well
as a set of clothes designed carefully from his earlier
specifications.
He quickly changed into the butter soft leather pants and white silk
poet's shirt as the Maitre quickly refreshed him on the rules for a
single submissive. "If you allow yourself to be chosen by a Master,
he will give you his collar to wear, thus claiming you as private
property. Once that happens, you will obey his every command.
Failure to do so is grounds for permanent expulsion from De Sade
unless it is deemed his command was too harsh or excessive. White
marks you as a neophyte as you have requested and your profile has
marked you. Your dominant will respect that.
"If you choose to allow your dominant to make this a permanent
contract, the funds you have paid will be returned to you, and the
dominant will take over your care. He will only be allowed to go as
far as you want him to. You are ultimately the one in control of
how far you wish to go. If your chosen dominant goes beyond your
safety zone, you have the choice of contacting a Maitre and having
the contract dissolved. Do you understand?"
The feeling of eyes on him brought Alex back to the present.
Looking around the darkened room through veiled lashes, he fought
back the urge to panic. He wanted this. But would he be chosen,
and why did he feel like he was being stalked, staked and claimed?
Oliver Sampson had had his eye on the pretty, young man since he'd
entered the room. The boy had dark hair and eyes, almost delicate
features, and a body to drool for. Seeing some other dominants
eyeing the newcomer with interest, he moved in.
He met the young man's eyes, seeing with interest that they were a
deep green rather than the brown he'd expected. "Will you accept my
choosing?"
"I, uh, yes," Alex replied just loud enough to be heard over the
music. He felt a frisson of terrified desire chase down his spine as
he studied the man he'd just agreed to have collar him. Medium brown
hair, elegantly cut and styled, impeccable clothes just a bit on the
risqué side. A leather jacket instead of a suit jacket, no tie and
buttons undone. Everything black instead of businessman gray. The
man had money, knew how to use it to present himself, but he also
knew he could get away with things other people seemed to inherently
cling to, like polite manners.
There was a glint of gold in his left ear, and his eyes, a
changeable brown, seemed old, sad, and full of too much knowledge.
He was dangerous, Alex thought to himself, very dangerous.
Oliver smiled, allowing a hint of his lust show in his eyes. He
reached for the other man's throat, unfastening the generic collar
and replacing it with one he had in his pocket, black leather with
an omega tag hanging from it. He stroked the supple leather, his
fingers running over the soft skin on either side of the strip.
"Very pretty," he approved, looking over the young man from head to
foot. He kept one hand on his new toy, enjoying the shivers that
wracked him. "What do I call you?"
"My name i-is Lexi," Alex replied, blushing when his voice broke
from nerves. Looking around nervously, Alex wondered for the
hundredth time if this was the biggest mistake of his life. If
anyone ever found out what he was doing, his career in the FBI would
be over, kaput, end of story. Sexual deviance wasn't exactly looked
upon with favor, after all.
"Umm, wh-what should I call you?" the young man asked quietly, his
voice growing thicker with tension, and the tiniest hint of a
Russian accent creeping in. "I've never done this before," Alex
admitted looking down at the expensive carpeting rather than his new
'owner'.
Oliver smiled when his pretty new pet admitted to being new to this
kind of thing. His luck was definitely looking up. "Oliver," he
replied, still maintaining contact with Lexi. "Kiss me," he suddenly
ordered, wanting to see how the young man would react.
Alex's eyes flew upwards in startlement, and he looked at the older
man through wide, lash-framed eyes. "Wh-what?" he breathed softly,
not sure if he'd heard correctly. However, from the way Oliver was
staring at him, like a raptor eyeing a tasty little mouse, Alex knew
he'd heard right.
Swallowing hard, Alex tentatively raised his head to brush a soft,
almost virginal kiss across the older man's lips. "Like that,
Oliver?" he asked shyly.
Oliver shook his head slightly, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
This kid was too innocent to be believed. And since part of the
registration at this club included medical reports, he knew it
wasn't fear of exchanging bodily fluids that was inhibiting Lexi.
"Not quite what I had in mind," he replied, curving one hand around
the nape of the green-eyed man's neck to hold him still and claiming
his mouth. Oliver teased the lush pink lips apart, and his tongue
slipped between them to explore every nook and cranny of the younger
man's mouth.
When finally forced to release Lexi to pant in some much-needed
oxygen, Oliver grinned at the wide-eyed expression on the kid's
face. "Now that is a kiss. Think you can manage one?"
Alex was sure he was going to dissolve into a puddle on the plush
and expensive carpet right there and then. Jesus, that was so far
beyond a kiss he wasn't sure what it was. Without realizing it,
Alex's fingers crept up to brush his hot, bee-stung lips, and he
moaned quietly as a shiver of need raced through him.
"Bozhe moi," he breathed quietly, staring at the man who'd claimed
him as his own. "Oh, do that again, please?"
Oliver had to laugh, getting discreetly startled looks from several
people who were familiar with his appearances here. "C'mere," he
said, moving toward a comfortably overstuffed chair and settling
into it. He waited until the younger man was seated on his lap as
instructed, then pulled him closer to kiss him again, this time able
to explore the fit body with his hands as he did.
He found that he'd captured quite a prize in this man. Not only was
he gorgeous, but he was also exquisitely responsive to every touch.
Oliver thought he could come just from listening to the tiny sounds
of pleasure that escaped Lexi as he played with his body. And he
hadn't even touched his cock yet.
Whimpering and mewling softly, Alex was ready to come apart at the
seams just from a kiss and a few caresses. Dear God, this man was
playing his body like a savant played his instrument.
He forgot all the rules of the club; he forgot he was in a club;
all he could think about was the taste, the feel and the scent of
the man beneath him. All he could remember was that he was
Oliver's. He couldn't even remember his supposed name right now, he
was so far gone. He was hard, aching, weeping. Alex could feel the
moisture gathering on the tip of his cock, and he knew he was close
to coming, all from a kiss.
Pleased by Lexi's reactions, Oliver noticed that they were gathering
an audience as others noticed his helpless response. He realized
that he didn't want to share this young man with anyone, wanted to
keep him for himself, much to his surprise. He frowned, but the
expression cleared when he looked at the squirming, whimpering man
in his lap. Never question a gift from the gods, Oliver old sock.
"Come up to a private room with me?" he asked, lightly petting the
young man.
It took long moments for Alex to register the softly spoken
question, so lost was he in a fugue of desire. When at last he did
open his eyes to look at the man holding and petting him, Alex
blinked owlishly for a moment, trying to clear the cobwebs from his
lust-addled brain.
Glancing around and realizing he'd drawn an audience, Alex blushed
hotly and buried his face in the Englishman's chest. Christ, when
did he turn into such an easy slut? When this man claimed him and
touched him, he forced himself to admit with brutal honesty.
"I'm yours, Oliver," Alex answered quietly, finally remembering the
rules of the club and the collar he now wore. "If that's what you
want, I would like it too, but if you wanted to take me over a table
in the center of the room, that would be your right as well," the
Georgetown student admitted with an involuntary shiver of dreaded
delight.
A hand automatically went up to touch the collar and the tiny charm
dangling from it, and heat suffused his face. "I'm yours," he
replied again, his whole body softening and accepting that this was
truly what he wanted—to be owned by this man.
Oliver smiled again. "Private's different, Lexi. I never take anyone
to a private room unless it's what they want too. But that's the
only way I'm going to fuck you," he added bluntly. "I'm not
interested in public shows, at least not that kind."
He raised a hand to cover the one still touching his collar around
Lexi's throat. "I don't mind showing off a pretty pet, but I prefer
to keep some things private. Besides, I intend this to last all
night. The table would never hold up." He grinned at the other man.
Blushing hotly, Alex felt his throat constrict under the older man's
petting. I don't mind showing off a pretty pet, a pretty pet, a
pet, echoed over and over in his mind. "Are you going to keep me?"
he blurted out suddenly.
"Am I really yours, or are you going to throw me back tomorrow when
you've gotten what you wanted from me?" Alex's eyes were wide and
almost terrified at the thought that Oliver might give him back. It
couldn't happen, it just couldn't.
Oliver's eyes narrowed as he stared at the man in his lap. He'd
known the younger man for all of about fifteen minutes, if he could
call it knowing him, and he knew it would be insane to say that he
wanted to keep the boy. He could be terrible in bed or have any
number of annoying habits, or they might simply not get along, but
Oliver knew he did want to keep him. He felt a primal surge of
possessiveness every time he looked at Lexi, and the thought of
someone else claiming this delicious body... Well, best not to go
there.
"Oh, it will take far longer than a single night for me to get
everything I want from you, pretty Lexi," he finally responded. "I'm
thinking more along the lines of a lifetime."
Alex shuddered under the intensity of Oliver's gaze. It burned him
to the core, ripped apart all his preconceived notions of who he
was, what he wanted from life. "Who are you?" the younger man
whispered quietly, watching Oliver carefully, trying to gauge the
older man as best he could.
Oliver shook his head slowly. "Sorry, Lexi, that's privileged
information, and until I know this is going to work, Oliver's all
you get. If you can't deal with that, tell me right now, and we go
our separate ways."
Shivering in a way that had nothing to do with pleasure, Alex
wondered for the first time if he was truly ready to play this game.
A lifetime? Alex thought with not a little trepidation. I don't
know him at all, and he wants a lifetime from me without
questions. What have I gotten myself into?
However, the fear and the danger were always an aphrodisiac that the
darker part of Alex couldn't resist. "Then you may want to talk to
one of the Maitres since you'll be taking over my contract, Oliver,"
Alex purred softly.
"And let me know when I'm expected to be at the club to attend you.
I have a semi-flexible schedule most days; there's just a few weeks
every four months that I have a more rigid schedule for now." No
sense telling him more than that until he was sure he wanted to play
this as long term as next fall when, hopefully, he'd be off to
Quantico for training.
"If this works out, I'm not just going to want you here," Oliver
warned quietly. "For now though, that's fine. Give me a number where
I can reach you, or I'll give you my cell number, and we'll work it
out. Right now, though," he shifted beneath the other man, rubbing
his erection against Lexi's thigh, "up! I want to take you upstairs
and get these clothes off you."
Alex gaped for a second. More than just here? Jesus. Following
orders automatically, Alex meekly stood. The loss of body heat made
him feel empty somehow, like he was missing some vital part of
himself, so that when Oliver got to his feet, the younger man
plastered himself against his side again.
"Talk business later," Alex husked, nuzzling into the V of Oliver's
black silk shirt. "Fuck me now, okay?"
"It'll be my pleasure... and yours," Oliver replied, stroking his
back and slowly moving them toward the stairs, aware of the
disappointed expressions on the faces of some men who'd hoped to get
a better look at his pet. "I hope you don't have to be anywhere
early tomorrow, because you won't make it."
He spun Alex around so the young man was facing forward, pressing
his erection between his cheeks. He stayed close as they made their
way up the stairs, whispering into Lexi's ear, telling him exactly
what he planned to do to him.
Alex shivered and pressed backwards into the strong embrace, already
resigned to blowing off the morning's classes. He was sitting at a
94 percentile in those particular two anyhow, so one class wouldn't
matter. Besides, he had a feeling that he'd need the day to recover
from whatever Oliver had planned for him tonight. Maybe even two
days, depending on just how much Oliver had planned.
The thought made him harder than he already was, his cock leaking
precum into his leather at an increased rate. Whimpering slightly,
his hand came down to rub the swollen flesh as he waited for Oliver
to guide him to his room.
Oliver smiled when he saw Lexi touch himself, but he made sure his
amusement wasn't audible in his voice when he sternly ordered him to
stop. "Your body is mine now, baby. You don't touch yourself
unless I say you can. It looks like I'm going to have to teach you a
few lessons." He made his voice harsh as he spoke, one hand rising
to pinch harshly at one of the boy's nipples.
Alex's head shot back and his whole body arched. His nipples had
always been too sensitive, and to have them played with like this...
Fuck, he wanted to scream. Biting down on his lower lip until he
drew blood, Alex's hand dropped to his side immediately while he
rocked back against Oliver's hard body in an attempt to avoid the
pained pleasure.
"Please," he moaned breathlessly. "Oh, please, Oliver!"
The older man's eyes narrowed at Lexi's reaction, and a predatory
smile graced his lips as he realized he'd found one of his pet's hot
spots. "Like that, do you? Seems like I'll have to see if nipple
play alone can make you come some time. But not tonight. Tonight
your ass is mine." He stroked the rigid cock briefly, then opened a
door and indicated that Lexi should enter the room.
He followed the younger man inside, shutting and locking the door
behind him. He removed his leather jacket, hooking it over the
bedpost, then sat in an armchair in the corner.
"Strip for me, Lexi."
Trembling hands reached for the buttons of his shirt, and fingers
that felt too large and clumsy for such delicate work tugged until
they came loose. Next he pulled the fine material from his leather
pants and set to work removing them as well. At some point during
his impromptu strip Alex relaxed into it, became pliable once more.
This was what he wanted. What he needed.
When the last article of clothing fell away, Alex got down on hands
and knees and crawled over to Oliver, placing his head on the other
man's thigh, and waited patiently for his next command.
Oliver watched with pleasure, able to tell to the second when Lexi
relaxed and began to enjoy himself. The nervousness was nearly gone
now, and Oliver intended to teach him about himself. That in mind,
he decided to remain dressed this first time. The sensation of being
naked while Oliver was clothed would titillate Lexi all the more.
"Undo me," he instructed, watching the younger man.
Alex reached up and began to unbutton Oliver's shirt, his hands
gliding down the smooth, nearly hairless skin of his soon to be
lover. "So hot and sleek, so dangerous," Alex shivered voluptuously
as his body caught fire. Hands drifting lower, Alex quickly undid
Oliver's pants, drawing the older man's cock out and rubbed his
cheek against it like a kitten seeking to be petted.
Oliver's hips rose slightly at the caress, and he petted the silky
hair. Lexi was exquisite, eager and so responsive, like a wet dream
come to life. The older man picked up a container of lubricant from
the table beside him and squeezed out a dollop into the palm of one
hand.
"Stand up and turn around to face the bed," he instructed huskily,
his breath catching when Lexi obeyed and he was presented with that
gorgeous ass. Unable to resist, he leaned forward slightly and
licked the length of the cleft, his tongue probing lightly at the
puckered anus.
Alex couldn't help but yelp as he felt himself probed by warm,
living flesh that moved and caressed him with prehensile skill.
"Jesus," he whimpered quietly as he thrust backwards, trying to
force Oliver's tongue further into the hot crevice of his body.
"Please, Oliver, I need you. I'm burning alive, oh fuck, please,
ebat kopat, fuck me!"
"Shhh, baby. We've only just begun." Oliver debated prolonging it
this time, but his Lexi was obviously brand new to all of this. He
decided to hold back on the toys till later. The kid might burst a
blood vessel if Oliver snapped a cock ring on him and teased him
right now.
He swirled his fingers through the lube in the opposite palm, then
slowly and carefully worked one slick finger inside his soon-to-be
lover. He smiled. Naive Lexi might be, but he was no virgin.
"Oooh," Alex moaned and thrust his hips back against the invading
finger. "God, yes, please Oliver, give it to me. It's been so
long, so very long since I've felt like this, since anyone's touched
me like this."
Hollowing his back, Alex let his head loll down between his
outspread thighs as he braced his hands on his knees and whimpered
as he felt his cock jump and twitch in anticipation of what was to
come. Without realizing it, the young man had fallen into speaking
in Russian, moaning and muttering promises of any and everything
that Oliver wanted so long as he could feel the fullness of getting
fucked again.
Biting his lips as his body reacted to the hot words and sexy sounds
coming from Lexi, Oliver removed the three fingers he'd had in the
young man's ass and gripped his hips lightly.
"Sit on me, Lexi. Ride me. Fuck yourself on my cock."
Whimpering in need, Alex walked himself backwards until he was
straddling Oliver's lap. Reaching behind until he felt the older
man's cock, Alex held it steady as he lowered himself onto the other
man. Sobbing breaths of need escaped his lips as he sank lower and
lower onto his lover's cock until he was at last sitting plumb on
Oliver's lap.
"So full," he mewled quietly, his head falling back onto Oliver's
shoulder and his arms bracing on the arms of the chair. "Can feel
you forever, God, have missed this, being stuffed and taken and..."
Trailing off in a whimper, Alex began to lift himself upwards, arms
and thighs trembling with the strain and the rest of his body
hardening and quivering at the stimulation of his prostate.
"That's it, pretty Lexi," Oliver gasped, his fingers gripping the
arms of the chair with fevered strength. "Take me inside you, ride
me hard. I want to hear you scream, watch you come apart for me..."
He reached around to trail one finger lightly along the rigid length
of his cock, then raised both hands to toy with Lexi's nipples. He
wanted to see if the younger man was really as sensitive as he
suspected after seeing his earlier reaction.
"Tell me how it feels to you, Lexi. I want to hear you describe
every sensation, every motion," he rasped out.
Alex's head tossed back and forth; his mouth was an open slash,
panting and gasping for air as he fucked himself on the stiff cock.
Slipping between English and Russian, he described everything in
minute detail, between the whines, the mewls and tiny cries of
bliss.
His nipples were like firebrands, being pulled and played with,
making him come apart at the seams. He cried out and forced himself
harder onto the cock beneath him, riding Oliver in a frenzy of lust.
"So hard, feel every inch of you sliding in, God. Every ridge,
every pulse of your blood, can feel it all," he wailed quietly. "So
deep inside me, feel you in my throat, my belly. Want to come, need
to... please, oh God, oh yes yes yes YES!" Screaming hoarsely, Alex
came, sending creamy arcs of sperm splattering against his stomach.
The convulsions rippling around his cock pushed Oliver into orgasm
as well, and he arched up into his younger lover, enjoying every
second of his release. He continued to tease Lexi's tender nipples,
ignoring his whimpers of protest. He had to learn that Oliver was in
charge.
"So pretty," he approved. "Very nice, my pet. Since it's your first
time, I'll let you rest a bit before the next round. Go get a damp
cloth to clean us up," he ordered, indicating a closed door on the
far side of the room, which led to a small, private bathroom.
Moaning quietly, Alex lifted himself off of Oliver's cock and looked
longingly towards the bed. All he wanted to do was crawl between
the covers and sleep now. It had been a long time since he'd been
with a man, since high school, and he was sore, and every muscle
reminded him of its lack of use.
The quiet growl from behind him reminded Alex that he'd agreed to be
this man's 'pet' while in this establishment. His free will warred
with his darker self until he wearily gave in and stumbled towards
the bathroom, whimpering as his body protested.
Wetting a cloth with warm water, Alex quickly cleaned himself and
then rinsed it out and returned to clean Oliver off as well.
Dropping the cloth on the floor once he was done, he didn't even
wait for the older man's permission, just wearily crawled between
the sheets and sighed as the soft, cool linen soothed his aching
body. He was asleep within seconds.
Oliver eyed the sleeping figure with raised eyebrows. Much as he'd
like to indulge the obviously exhausted man, to let him get away
with that at this stage in their relationship would doom it. He
opened the closet, selected a velvet flogger from toys displayed
within, and moved over to the bed.
He gently removed the coverings, pausing to admire the clean lines
of Lexi's form. If only the boy had behaved... He shook his head,
flexed his wrist, and brought the flogger down on the smooth ass.
The velvet strands wouldn't injure him, but they would certainly
sting.
Alex yelped and rolled, landing in a half crouch on the floor before
he was even really awake. "What the hell was that for?" he snarled,
scrubbing his eyes with one hand.
Oliver eyed him, wondering if he'd made a mistake. "I didn't tell
you to go to bed. And I certainly didn't say you could go to sleep."
He folded his arms, the flogger still in one hand. "Either you were
accepted here with absolutely no idea of what you were getting into,
or you have a very odd idea of a dom/sub relationship."
"I told you I was new," Alex replied, pouting as his whole body
sagged in exhaustion. "You saw the white collar, Oliver; I wasn't
lying. I've never played anything this... all encompassing. I
don't know what to do!" the last coming out like a tired and scared
little boy, complete with quivering lip and hitched sob.
Oliver sighed, dropping the flogger onto the nightstand. "New, yes,
but I had no idea you were totally clueless." He turned away,
returning the chair after pouring himself a drink at the wet bar.
"Go home, Lexi," he said tiredly. "You can't give me what I'm
looking for. Let's just chalk this up to bad judgement on both our
parts. And I suggest you find out more about what you're getting
into before you come here again."
A fat tear found its way out of the corner of Alex's eye, and he
visibly wilted. "I'm sorry. I won't do it again, I promise.
Please, Oliver, please don't send me away," he begged quietly,
falling to the floor in a supplicant's position, not knowing how to
make good on his mistake. Oh God, how could he have messed up like
this, how could he have... A sob hitched in his throat without him
realizing it.
Oliver crouched down beside him, one hand resting on the bent head
before sliding down to cup his chin and raise his head so he could
see into Lexi's eyes. "Kid, you really aren't ready for this. You
haven't the first clue what to do. Whoever signed you up should be
fired for not making sure you had a better idea of what you were
letting yourself in for."
He shook his head. "God knows I want to keep you, Lexi. You're
gorgeous and incredibly responsive... and totally untrained."
"Then teach me, train me. If you want to keep me, mold me into what
you want me to be," Alex begged shamelessly. He couldn't just let
this dangerous, powerful man go. There was something that... called
to him.
However, even though Lexi didn't have any pride, Alex did. Bringing
a hand up to his neck, he unfastened Oliver's collar and handed it
back to him. "If you won't teach me, then someone else here will.
I will find someone to teach me, Oliver, and when I learn, I'll be
the most amazing 'pet' anyone's ever seen. I promise you that."
Standing stiffly, Alex moved around the Englishman and reached for
his clothes. He wouldn't stay where he wasn't wanted. But there
was someone out there that would want him, of that he was sure.
Oliver stared at the slim length of leather in his hand, then at the
young man getting dressed. He imagined someone else touching that
body, feeling how eagerly he responded, and he saw red. "No," he
said abruptly, grabbing Lexi's arm hard enough to bruise.
"No," he repeated, fastening the collar back around Lexi's throat.
"I don't know how, but we're going to make this work. I claimed you,
and you're mine."
Melting and softening into the strong arms wrapping around him, Alex
sagged in relief. If he had walked out that door, chances were he
would have kept walking and kissed it all goodbye.
"Please don't let me go again," he whispered. "I don't think I
could handle it, Oliver. I don't know who I am anymore; it's so
strange, so terrifying. I feel myself melting and changing and
becoming someone else," he admitted quietly. "But I want to find out
who I'll be. I really do."
Oliver held him tightly. "I don't think I can let you go, Lexi. I
know that sounds crazy, but it's true. I'm not quite sure how we're
going to work this out." He sat down on the bed, still holding Lexi.
"My job doesn't allow a lot of leeway for public scandals, so we're
going to have to be very careful. And you're going to have to learn
the limits quickly."
"What I want to be won't even allow me private scandals, so I
understand the need for limits," Alex admitted quietly. "And
they'll have to be both ways at times. I've wanted this career for
as long as I can remember, and I'm not willing to give it up, not if
I can help it," he continued, thinking about how long and how hard
he'd worked.
Most of his family and some of his teachers had wanted him to follow
in his father's footsteps, to be a computer scientist and continue
developing VR.5. There were some who said his father had been
helping an American doctor develop VR.6 when he'd been killed and
suggested that perhaps Alex knew more than he let on. Which Alex
did. His computer skills were bordering on genius, but he'd long
ago learned to keep such things a secret. He was going to be FBI;
he'd settle for nothing less.
Luckily his mother's remarriage had given him a new name and allowed
him to disappear into obscurity so the strange organization that his
father had worked for had no idea of who he was anymore. That
anonymity had allowed him to pursue his dream without any fear of
reprisals.
"And my name is Alex," he husked quietly, offering this small token
of trust to this strange man, the one who had, in less than two
hours, managed to take as much control of his personal life as the
dream of being FBI did professionally. In other words, Oliver was
quickly on the way to becoming an obsession.
Oliver frowned faintly when Alex made the comment about his career
and the need to avoid scandal. Offhand, the only things he could
think of that fit that description were career military, politics,
and law enforcement. Well, teaching or a minister as well, but he
couldn't see his Lexi in either of those careers. This could be
problematic if Alex's plans conflicted with the Committee's goals.
He decided to cross that bridge when they came to it; they had
enough trouble without borrowing more.
"Oliver Sampson," he replied, ignoring his training that screamed he
shouldn't give this man his real name. If things worked out as he
intended, Lexi, Alex, would know a lot more than that about him.
Yawning widely, the sex, the adrenaline and the emotional roller
coaster he'd been on finally catching up to him, Alex snuggled into
Oliver's arms. "Can I go to sleep now, Oliver? Or would you like me
to do something else for you?" he asked quietly, knowing better than
to push his luck a second time. "Or should I just stay quiet until
you decide what you want me to do?"
He was never going to be able to really discipline this man, Oliver
realized. One look at wistful, green eyes and he was mush. He
sighed. "Go to sleep, Lexi. Alex," he corrected immediately. "We'll
talk in the morning."
"Oliver, did I do something wrong again?" Alex whispered, not sure
just where he stood. There was a strange tone to Oliver's voice, an
almost resigned patience. Had he screwed up again somehow? This
world, this sort of role playing had seemed so easy from the
outside, but all the books he'd read and people he'd talked to in
chat rooms and such hadn't prepared him for the reality of his
choice.
"I'm no good at this, am I?" he sighed dejectedly. "So much for
learning and being a good pet—I can't even be a good one night
stand." Shoulders slumped, Alex crawled into bed and curled into
himself. Maybe he could sneak out when Oliver was sleeping. Leave
the collar behind and disappear, and try to pretend like this wasn't
the most life-altering thing to happen to him since he'd discovered
he was bi.
Oliver sat on the edge of the bed beside the huddled man and placed
a gentle hand on his shoulder. "You didn't do anything wrong, Lexi,"
he reassured. "I just realized that I want more than games with you.
These are fun for a change but not a steady diet. Not to mention
that those pretty green eyes are a very effective weapon, luv." He
stroked Alex gently.
"Think you're up to finding out where this could take us?"
Turning to look up at the older man through sooty lashes, Alex
gauged Oliver's reaction carefully. "You mean like a real
relationship, Oliver? Beyond the club and in real life?"
Sitting up, he gravitated towards his lover's body, curling into
Oliver's heat. Laying his head on the older man's back and tucking
his arms around Oliver's waist, he could hardly believe what he was
hearing. Someone wanted him, for more than just games. For a
relationship. Could this be real?
Oliver looked down at the arms encircling his waist, feeling the
weight of Alex's body against his back. "That's exactly what I mean,
Alex." He was careful to use the younger man's real name that time,
though he knew that he'd always think of him as Lexi and that would
become his pet name for him. "I like it that you've never played
these games with anyone else and that that's not all you're about.
I want to get to know you... and that gorgeous, exquisitely
responsive body."
Gulping back a sudden rush of hot tears that threatened, Alex smiled
a watery smile. "I think I'd like that," he husked. "A lot."
Lying down, he tugged Oliver down on top of him. "Lie with me,
Oliver?" he asked shyly. "Please?"
Oliver hesitated, looking at Alex searchingly. "These rooms have to
be vacated pretty early in the morning. Come home with me?"
A look of pure joy suffused Alex's face as he looked up at his
lover. "Yes," he replied simply. "I'd love to."
Standing, Alex quickly donned the clothes he'd worn earlier and
waited for Oliver to dress as well and join him. "Krycek," he said
suddenly. "My last name is Krycek."
"Pleased to meet you, Alex Krycek," Oliver smiled. "And I'm looking
forward to getting to know you a lot better." Once dressed, he urged
Alex toward the door, then paused, looking at the collar around his
throat. "It's up to you, Lexi. You don't need to wear that except in
places like this. I won't expect you to wear it all the time at
home, though you can whenever you want to."
"Do you want me to?" Alex asked, then stopped and shivered. "You
said home like I belonged there," Alex grinned happily. "Like, like
it was my home too. Oh, I know you probably didn't mean it, but it
just feels nice, is all," he continued as he walked down the hall to
the stairs to the lower level.
Waiting docilely at the top for Oliver to pass him, like a dutiful
little sub, Alex felt a warm glow from toes to head. If only it
were real, that he could have a home to come home to instead of an
apartment. A life instead of an existence. But such things were
dreams.
"That's exactly what I meant, Alex." Oliver stopped again, then
started walking again as quickly. "This isn't the place to have this
conversation. We'll talk when we get home." He glanced over his
shoulder, brown eyes fixing on the younger man. "But make no
mistake, I said what I meant."
He headed for the exit with determined strides, wanting to get Lexi
home before he came up with some other bizarre idea. He shook his
head. If anyone else had gotten their hands on him, he'd never have
known what hit him.
Alex stared after the retreating back in disbelief then quickly
followed after the older man. What the hell was this? He was...
Alex was living his fantasy, and by God, it felt good. And now this
man, this gorgeous, dangerous, sexy man wanted him. On a permanent
basis.
Alex knew he was asking for trouble, but he couldn't help himself;
he couldn't stop wanting to be everything his fantasies prompted him
to be. To belong to someone—to Oliver.
Rushing through the door, Alex stopped and looked askance at the
1956 Aston Martin waiting at the foot of the stairs. "Fuuck me!" he
gasped. "That is one cherry car, Oliver!"
Oliver burst into laughter. "American slang is so... expressive. Get
in the car, Alex." He waited till the young was inside before going
around to the other side and climbing into the driver's seat. He
glanced over, a faint smile curving his lips. "Show me what you
like, Lexi. I want to see you jerk yourself... but don't come."
Staring at the older man in aroused disbelief, Alex could feel
himself growing hard yet again. Somehow, some way Oliver had tapped
into the deepest, darkest part of his psyche. He just knew how to
push all of Alex's buttons.
"Oliver," Alex whimpered softly, his head falling back against the
supple leather seat and his eyes falling shut. Hands wended their
way down to his waistband and slid underneath, cupping and feeling
his arousing cock. Alex's free hand quickly undid the button fly of
the leather and peeled the two sides back.
Taking out his semi erect cock, Alex began to stroke it slowly,
playing with it and trying to make it last. Oliver said he couldn't
come, so he wasn't going to let himself, no matter what.
Oliver kept glancing over, then returning his eyes to the road. Lexi
was bloody gorgeous. "Tell me how it feels. I want to hear you." He
smiled slightly. "I can listen to you without crashing the car.
"So pretty," he praised with another glance at the young man beside
him.
"Oliver," Alex mewled quietly, bringing a finger up to his lips and
sucking it inside for long moments to help quiet the heat raging
inside him. "I'm so hot. I need you so much. Too much," Alex
confessed quietly.
The wet fingers trailed down to a nipple, which he promptly pinched
with a tiny groan. "Oooh, it's sharp, like teeth biting and
nibbling on me. Such pretty pain," the young man moaned quietly.
"It makes me want to cream; it's almost like having my cock nibbled
on or even pinched."
Oliver bit his lip hard to hold back a soft moan. The kid was a
natural. Fortunately they were on a straight stretch with little
traffic, so he reached over, lightly pinching a nipple as Lexi
described, then stroking down to the dripping cock. He raised his
wet fingers to his mouth, tasting his lover.
"Mmmm, delicious. Taste yourself, Lexi."
Arching his back as his nipple was taunted, Alex let out a choked
off scream of lust. "Oliver! Oh fuck, more, please?" the young man
wailed as his cock leapt and drooled a thin skein of precum.
Head thrashing against the backrest, Alex pinched the head of his
penis almost painfully hard to prevent himself from coming. "Oh
Jesus, like fire in my veins, everything's going up in smoke. Love
this, love feeling out of control, giving it to someone else. Love
belonging, being owned and taken care of. Makes me go crazy. Need
this, so much," Alex babbled quietly, giving away the secrets of his
soul.
"Oliver, oh please, need you in me. Fuck me, Oliver, please?" the
young man moaned almost incoherently, lost in a world of his own
desires, images and sounds and scents dancing behind closed eyes
driving him further and further over the razor sharp edge of lust.
"Shhh," Oliver urged quietly. "Calm down, baby. Still got a ways to
my place. Relax a little or this is going to be over way too soon."
Unable to resist, he stroked Alex's cock one more time before
returning his hand to the wheel.
Moaning silently, Alex curled up into as small a ball as he could on
the seat and maneuvered his head to lean it against Oliver's
shoulder. "I'm sorry, Oliver," he husked quietly, falling back into
his 'Lexi' persona. "I'll do better, I promise."
Breathing heavily, almost hyperventilating to get himself under
control, Alex closed his eyes and let the streetlights tease him
like ever moving fireflies. Slowly his body relaxed even though his
cock did not. Slowly he got himself under control once again, only
minute shudders wracking his frame.
"That wasn't a complaint, Lexi," Oliver was quick to respond. "I
love it that you respond to me like this. I just want it to last
longer when we get home. Some other time I'll see how fast I can
make you come, how many times in one night." He chuckled softly.
"All mine," he exulted. "We're going to have so much fun together,
sweet Lexi."
"Oliver?" Alex sighed and tucked his head closer to the older man's
neck, his tongue darting out to lick the older man's jugular before
retreating once more. "This may sound a little childish, but are we
there yet? I really want you, Oliver.
"I want to be on my hands and knees taking you into my mouth and
making you hard, then I want you to take me like that, take me with
my ass in the air for you to plunder. I want to feel you so deep,
so hard, moving within me, taking me and making me yours. I want to
feel your balls slap against mine, feel your hands moving over me,
marking and claiming me, Oliver," Alex breathed looking at the older
man with slumberous and hungry eyes.
Oliver swallowed hard and stepped on the gas. "Soon, Lexi. Just hold
that thought." He reached over to tweak Alex's nipples, enjoying the
younger man's gasp. "We're going to do exactly that the minute I get
you inside."
He gasped with relief as he drove into an underground garage,
pulling into a reserved space, then leading Alex to an elevator
which he summoned with a card key. Once inside the car, he smiled
and leaned against the wall. "On your knees, Lexi. Suck me."
Alex was beyond caring, beyond thinking; he simply wanted. Before
the doors had slid shut, he was on his knees, nuzzling against
Oliver's linen-covered groin like a baby seeking sustenance.
He was so thirsty; he had to have Oliver, feel the heavy weight of
the older man's cock as it slid down his throat, fucking his mouth.
Normally nimble fingers clumsily undid his lover, and Alex
unconsciously made little mewls of hunger as he sought his prize.
When he at last had Oliver's cock out, Alex wasted no time,
swallowing it with voracious need. He moaned around the hot,
velvety flesh in his mouth, and his hands scrabbled for purchase,
finally making fists in the soft cotton of the older man's shirt.
Head bobbing up and down, taking more and more of Oliver in with
every stroke, Alex lost himself in the motion. His world narrowed
to the cock in his throat and the hands in his hair. If anyone else
came into the elevator, he was oblivious; he only saw, felt, heard
Oliver.
Oliver groaned loudly, his hands clenching in Alex's hair. He'd
intended to stop Alex before he came, but the younger man was too
good. His hips began to thrust, and he fucked Alex's mouth, beyond
thought. Later he would be impressed by how easily Alex took him,
but right then all he was aware of was the wet heat of his mouth. He
cried out as he came, slumping against the wall behind him again.
His eyes opened and he smiled down at the young man, petting his
head gently. He drew Alex to his feet to kiss him, tasting himself
in his mouth. "Very nice, Lexi."
He drew Alex to the door, pressing the open button, and stepped out
into a private lobby. He paused only to unlock the door of the
penthouse condominium and stepped inside, allowing Alex time to look
around.
Feeling almost unsure of himself, Alex walked around, touching
statues and paintings. The furniture was well stuffed and
comfortable, the tables modernistic glass and metal. The room was a
contrast of old and new, English and American, and Alex liked it.
But he liked the huge fireplace and the Persian rug with its large
throw pillows most of all. Wandering over, Alex quickly stripped
out of the loosely hanging shirt and leather pants, kicking off his
shoes as he went. Stretching out seductively on the rug, he grinned
over at Oliver. "If your bedroom is anything like this, I may
never leave again."
Oliver smiled. "Am I supposed to object to that? Getting you here
and making you want to stay was the whole plan." He stripped out of
his own shirt and shoes ands socks, leaving only the pants, and
knelt in front of the fireplace to light the fire that was laid.
That done, he stretched out beside Alex, petting him appreciatively.
"Now then, Alex, let's get one thing straight. I do not bring
casual pickups into my home. I brought you here because I want you
to stay."
"Why?" Alex asked quietly, eyes going suddenly serious. "I mean,
there were so many beautiful and much more, well, trained people
that you could choose from. I bet you could have had your pick of
them without any problem. Why did you want me?"
Alex sighed and moved closer to Oliver's heated body. "Not that I'm
complaining, mind you," he chuckled. "I guess I just need to
understand is all."
"Because I wanted you," Oliver replied simply. "You're gorgeous,
and you were so obviously nervous and trying to fit in. I had to
find out if all that was real or if you were too good to be true. I
had to taste you and be the first to teach you everything I wanted
you to know."
He smiled suddenly. "It helps that you're more than a pretty
package. There's a brain in there, too. I... I suppose I'm lonely.
Tired of an empty bed, empty apartment, empty life. I want something
for me."
"I... don't know what to say, Oliver. I mean it's all happening so
fast. I didn't know you this morning, and now, now I can't imagine
not knowing you. How did you find your way into my soul?" Alex
breathed wonderingly, his hand caressing the older man's face.
"Almost makes one believe in fate, doesn't it?" Oliver shook his
head. "To think that I almost didn't go tonight." His arms tightened
around Alex. "You were meant to be mine."
"Oliver... that sounds so, I dunno. Can I call you Ollie?" Alex
giggled as he snuggled into the embrace. "I hate to bring this up,
but, well, you've come and I'm ready to explode. Can we do
something about that?"
"Oliver," the older man stated very definitely. "And didn't you
say something about you on your knees sucking me till I was hard
then fucking you blind? I rather like that image. Now you just have
to get me hard again, my pet."
Rolling out of the older man's arms he smiled as he slithered down
to Oliver's cock. "What ever you say, Ollie," Alex taunted before
inhaling his lover's cock once more.
Alex began to work his mouth downward, swallowing the Englishman's
cock inch by inch as he relaxed his throat muscles. Finally his nose
nuzzled the dark blond bush at the base of Oliver's cock. Licking
up his lover's cock slowly, Alex worked the hardening flesh with
fervor, wanting nothing more than to feel Oliver claiming him once
more.
Oliver gasped and worked his fingers into Alex's hair again, his
grip tightening and relaxing in time with the movement of the
younger man's tongue. "Oh, yes, just like that, Lexi. Take me, pet."
He thrust into the warm haven of his lover's mouth, the mobile
tongue already making him moan.
"If they only knew what they lost," he chuckled. "Would you like
that, Lexi? To go back to the club one night and have me work you,
show everyone what they lost when I got you?"
Whimpering around the shaft in his mouth, Alex felt himself begin to
leak even more rapidly. The thought of all those people watching
Oliver take him... God! Alex's head began to bob faster and faster,
his teeth scraping even as one of his hands slipped to begin to
stroke his own cock.
God he needed to be fucked, to be taken and taken hard, to feel
Oliver claim him, dominate him, control him. He needed to be
reamed, shafted, fucked. Made to howl like a bitch in heat, and
only Oliver could do that to him. Somewhere deep down inside Alex
had changed. He'd gone from the almost innocent and naïve
university student to something... he wasn't sure of, but he was
relishing the change.
Oliver shuddered as Alex sucked him, finally pulling away when he
drew too near once again. He laughed with pleasure when Alex blindly
tried to follow him, wanting to continue. "Calm down, Lexi, am gonna
make you scream," he promised.
"Get on your hands and knees," he ordered, hands pressed against the
other man's shoulders to hold him back.
Alex wheeled around; dropping to the position Oliver wanted him in.
Pillowing his head on his arms, Alex canted his hips upwards and
spread his thighs wide, displaying himself for his lover. "Please,
Oliver," he husked, looking back and up at the older man, his eyes
desperate. "Please fuck me now?"
The younger man's cock was weeping constantly, his shaft bouncing
against his stomach it was so hard and needy. Alex's body shook with
need; he was so hard, so close to coming, his body bowstring taunt
and waiting. Fuck how he wanted this man, wanted Oliver with every
fiber of his being. He could feel himself coming apart at the seams,
every atom aching to be taken.
"Right now, Lexi," Oliver murmured, already positioned behind the
younger man, ready to claim him once again. "But don't come till I
tell you," he warned darkly, loving the shudder that ran through his
lover at the words. He knew Alex was trembling on the brink and it
would be agony to hold back, but his eventual climax would be even
better.
He pushed inside, listening to Alex's desperate mewls, and began to
fuck him hard. Alex's entire body was tense and trembling as he
fought to hold back, and Oliver reached around to pump his cock in a
tightly closed fist. When the echoes of his scream died away, Oliver
said only one word, "Now," and closed his teeth on the nape of
Alex's neck.
The sound that erupted from Alex's throat as he was at last allowed
to come could only vaguely be considered human. It was raw and loud
and primal, and the college student's body trembled until at last
the only thing preventing him from collapsing was Oliver's strong
arms wrapped around his waist.
Splattering arcs of semen flew upwards, catching Alex from chin to
navel, and his eyes rolled back in his head as he slumped forward,
exhausted beyond measure.
Oliver thrust into him a few more times before coming, his entire
body shaking with intense pleasure as he exploded deep inside his
Lexi's body. He held still for a few moments, wanting to stay inside
his pretty, young lover as long as possible, but finally exhaustion
won out, and he had to pull away to lie down.
A tiny sniffling whimper at last escaped Alex's raw and ravaged
throat as he felt Oliver slip out of him. When the older man came to
lie on the rug next to him, Alex immediately cuddled as close as he
could, burying his face in the older man's throat, needing the
comfort of being surrounded by strong arms and a heated body. Of
knowing just where he belonged.
Oliver wrapped his arms tightly around his young lover. "So
beautiful, Lexi," he praised. "So perfect and all mine. Never going
to let you go, no one else will ever see you like this." He petted
the younger man possessively until he relaxed, then rose to his
feet.
The Committee agent drew Alex to his feet as well and led him into
the bedroom, continuing on to the bathroom so they could shower. He
enjoyed caring for Alex, pampering him. Though many masters enjoyed
humiliating their bottoms, Oliver wasn't one of them. He wanted
Alex, not a mindless, cringing slave. Once the younger man was
clean, he handed the sponge to him.
"Your turn," he said, looking forward to having Lexi's hands on him.
Quivering slightly as his body tried its damnedest to rouse at the
gentle caresses, Alex took the sponge in trembling fingers. Looking
up through sooty black lashes as he lathered the gel into the
natural sponge, the student began to circle his now frothy hand over
Oliver's chest.
"You're really going to keep me?" he murmured, as he ducked around
to lather and clean the older man's back. Laying his head on
Oliver's shoulder blade momentarily, he placed a soft kiss in the
center of his spine before continuing to gently cleanse the gorgeous
body of his lover.
"Try to stop me," Oliver snorted. "You're all mine, my pretty Lexi.
Everything else is details, and those we can work out." He turned to
face his lover, one finger going beneath his chin so Alex would meet
his eyes. "I plan to fall asleep every night from now on looking at
this gorgeous face."
His fingers brushed against Alex's throat. "I'll have to get you a
collar that's as pretty as you are... For when we're alone or out
together," he added when Alex looked uneasy.
"So I won't have to wear it to school?" the younger man breathed in
relief. "I mean my crim law profs would take one look at it and
begin to wonder, not to mention my psych profs. Not that it means
much but when you're studying to get into—" Alex broke off the
conversation, not quite sure just how willing or ready he was to
share his dreams just yet.
Yes, this man was his master, but only so long as Alex wanted him to
be. He could walk at any time, couldn't he? How the hell did he
always manage to get himself into these scrapes? What was supposed
to be some harmless fantasy role playing and hot sex turned almost
instantly into... so much more than he could have ever imagined, not
that he was complaining, not really.
"Anyway, they'd think I'd gone round the loop, especially
considering how squeaky clean and all-American I've been up 'til
now. Hell, I'm even captain of my rowing team and in the varsity
decathlon," he tried to joke.
Oliver laughed slightly. "If they only knew." He grinned at Alex,
seeing the tension increase in him as he began to wonder if Oliver
was planning to tell people about this, to ruin his image and his
dreams. "You're going to have to start trusting me, Alex. I'll never
hurt you, and I won't let anyone else hurt you either."
He switched the water off and stepped out, drying himself off
briskly then holding open a towel to wrap around Lexi. "Come on,
it's been a hectic night. We both could use some rest. I'll even
make you my special omelet for breakfast tomorrow."
Alex relaxed and laughed softly. "Maybe now would be a good time to
tell you I don't cook, not even toast. Sidney used to say that I
could burn water if I tried. Sam was a little more tactful but...
You know, it's funny, I haven't thought about them in years," Alex
continued, his voice muffled as he toweled off his damp hair.
"Dr. Bloom and Sam died in a car accident, Mrs. Bloom went nuts, and
Sid, poor Sid. I have no idea what happened to her. Then Papa made
us move, and," change our names, Alex thought to himself, "and
then he died, and Mama remarried and moved again a couple of times,
so I lost track of her completely."
Slinging the towel around his neck he looked up to a pale and much
too intense Oliver. "Hey, are you okay? You look like you've seen a
ghost."
Oliver stared at him in shock. "You're Sergei Arntzen's son," he
choked out. "God!" He turned away, oblivious to his nudity. "Leave
it to me to complicate my life," he groaned. He turned again to face
a very confused and nervous Alex and shook his head.
"The Committee has been looking for your father and for you for
years, and you just fall into my lap. Unbelievable. On the plus
side, they'll leave you alone mostly if you're with me. And Sidney
will be pleased to see you again."
"Th-the Committee?" Alex's voice shook. The organization his father
had been trying so hard to keep him out of. The people responsible
for his father's death, and here he was fucking one of them.
"Jesus. Oh crap!" Backing away from the older man slowly, his eyes
turning into those of a hunted animal, Alex calculated his chances
of getting to the door. "You know, maybe I should head back to my
place; my roommate is probably wondering where the hell I am..."
"Alex, Lexi, I'm still the same person I was five minutes ago. I'm
not suddenly a monster, you know." Oliver held out a hand
entreatingly. "I want you to stay, Lexi. Please. You know you'll
never feel anything like it is when we're together with anyone else.
You were made for me. We belong together."
Seeing the blind fear in Alex's eyes, he sighed and slumped against
the door. "Get dressed, Alex. I'm not letting you leave here in a
towel." He thought wistfully of his plans to fall asleep holding
Lexi and wake up to have him again. "When you calm down and start to
think rationally, when your body demands what only I can give it,
I'll be here. Waiting for you."
Only when Alex was dressed did he step away from the door, moving
far enough away that Alex could leave without coming within arm's
reach. The younger man clearly was afraid that Oliver would grab
him, stop him somehow.
"If... if you were anyone but Committee," Alex got out hesitantly.
"But I remember what they did, to me, to Sid and Sam and our
fathers. Every day I use a computer, I hack into a system, I do
something, anything that makes me seem brilliant or genius or
computer gifted, I remember. I'm sorry. I really..."
Spinning, Alex plastered himself against the older man, devouring
his mouth, trying to brand Oliver's taste, scent, feel into his
senses to last him forever.
Before he could think about it and regret it, the college student
let himself out the door and out the front of the condo, never
realizing he'd picked himself up a pair of Committee escorts.
Oliver watched out the window, instantly spotting the man and woman
shadowing Alex. Now he had two reasons to go after the younger man
soon. He wanted him, and he needed to keep him under his eye, or
the Committee would take it upon themselves. The tricky part would
be waiting long enough for Alex to start missing him, or optimally,
for Alex to come back on his own.
He figured his chances were good since now that Alex had had a taste
of the kind of sex that he really wanted, he was going to want more.
They'd been so perfect together that it was very unlikely that Alex
would enjoy it as much with anyone else. He growled softly at the
thought. Alex was his!
Alex looked around the club, slowly drinking his vodka sour. He'd
managed to hold out coming back for almost two weeks, but the itch
that Oliver had woken in him had become unbearable, and he needed it
taken care of desperately. Not even jerking off night after night,
thinking about his Oliver, had helped. He needed the adrenaline
rush that came with having a dommy lover, the closeness and the
cuddling that followed. The human connection and the affection.
"A neophyte and unclaimed," came a husky voice next to him.
Turning, Alex saw a handsome Nordic god with cold good looks and a
body that looked like it belonged in a work out ad.
"I, yeah, I guess I'm unclaimed," the younger man stammered quietly,
all the while his mind and his heart screamed that this was not
his Oliver!
"Then come and play with me, pretty," the blond purred as he snapped
on a leash and led Alex away.
One of the Committee men assigned to watch their returned sheep
picked up the phone. He owed Oliver a favor for a little incident
back in Prague, so... "Good evening, Ollie old bean, do you know
what your little pet chicken is up to tonight? At the Club De Sade
no less, with one of its most notoriously ruthless masters. It's
said that Jurgen likes the color of blood on pale skin. You'd best
come save him before he gets too far in over his head."
By the time the man had hung up the phone, Oliver was on his way out
the door, heading for his Alex and praying that he wouldn't be too
late.
Meanwhile Jurgen had taken "Lexi" to one of the private rooms and
had him kneeling on the floor, naked, at his feet. "Very pretty," he
approved. "Open your mouth," he said coolly, then inserted a ball
gag and fastened it behind Lexi's head when he hesitantly obeyed.
"Much better," he said calmly. "Come over here," he ordered,
standing in the center of the room and pulling down manacles that
were suspended from the ceiling. He fastened those around Lexi's
wrists, effectively immobilizing him, then a cold smile twisted his
lips as he picked up a lash.
Realizing that he'd made a mistake, Alex began to struggle, but with
the ball gag in there was no way for him to tell the blond to stop.
Eyes going wide with terror, the college student finally figured out
that perhaps he'd made a terrible mistake. Shaking his head, he
began to back up as far as he could in his restraints, praying that
his new partner would get the idea that this was far beyond the
scope of his experience. That Lexi no longer wanted to play.
Jurgen saw the fear in his slave's eyes, and he reveled in it. There
was nothing better than inspiring that terror in another man. "So
pretty when you're afraid. It makes it so much better. You pull on
your chains like a pinned butterfly trying to get away, with as much
chance of success." He ran the end of the lash along the struggling
man's cheek, then moved behind him, waiting just long enough for the
terror to build in the young man before bringing the lash down
across his back.
Oliver nearly burst into the club, eyes immediately finding the
other Committee agent, and he moved rapidly to his side. "Where is
he?" he demanded, fear and rage mixed in his voice and eyes.
If Alex could have screamed, he would have. It wasn't so much the
lash as the sound it made and the fire it trailed behind it. The
shock held him still for long seconds, then he jerked forward, a
strangled moan of pain the only sound he made as his eyes went wide
and white, terrified beyond measure.
"Upstairs, second door from the end, left hand side. You'd best
hurry. Jurgen asked for whips tonight."
The lash had slashed across Lexi's buttocks, and Jurgen had it
raised for a third blow when the door burst open. He turned angrily
toward the door, unable to believe that anyone would interrupt, only
to pause at the sight of the furious man with the gun pointed at
him. He vaguely recognized him as another dom who frequented the
club.
"Yours, I presume?" he asked coolly, lowering his arm. "He said he
was unclaimed. My apologies." He nodded and left the room.
Oliver remained motionless until Jurgen was gone, more furious than
he'd ever been in his life. He could see the lash marks on Alex's
fair skin, and he wanted to kill the other man. Knowing that Alex
had no idea who was in the room and must be terrified, he finally
put the gun away and moved around in front of him.
He looked into the terrified, green eyes, raising a hand to release
and remove the gag, then released the manacles as well, still too
angry and afraid to speak.
A sob, more like a tiny hiccup of sound than anything else, escaped
Alex's throat. Eyes almost black with rage stared at him, eyes he'd
never thought to see again, Oliver's eyes. Head falling forward in
shame, Alex shivered in a combination of shock and humiliation. How
would Oliver ever want him now?
Oliver drew Alex to him, holding the shivering young man
protectively, careful not to touch the lashmarks. "Damn it, Lexi,
why? Why would you let him do that to you?"
"I... I don't know," Alex hiccupped, at last letting the tension
flow out of him and sagging into the warm, protective embrace.
"Because he wasn't you, because he would hurt me and make me forget
how it felt to be... loved," the last word came out in a whispered
sob, the pain finally causing him to shake as shock set in.
Oliver flinched, his eyes closing briefly. "No more. Do you hear me,
Alex? No more! You are coming home with me now, and you're staying
there. I don't care what issues you have with the Committee; we'll
work them out. But you belong to me." He grabbed a blanket off the
bed and wrapped it around Alex, urging him toward the door.
Hissing slightly as the soft wool rubbed against his open skin, Alex
meekly followed his lover's directions, eyes looking neither left
nor right, only focused on Oliver's hand wrapped firmly around his
waist. Resting his head on the strong shoulder, the younger man
relaxed fully for the first time since he'd heard the dreaded word
"Committee". He was safe now, and he was home where he belonged.
"Yes, Oliver, yours," he replied softly.
"About time you realized it," Oliver grumbled, leading Alex out the
back way and helping him into his car. "You bloody well nearly got
yourself seriously injured tonight. Damn fool." He continued his
aggrieved commentary as he circled around the front of the car and
slid into the driver's seat. "Is there anyone you need to call?
You're not going anywhere for a few days."
"My roommate. I told him I was going clubbing and I'd be back
around one. I'm supposed to help him with his algorithm chart that
he's creating for his computer class," Alex replied as he crossed
the space of the front seat to curl as much around Oliver as he
could. Fuck, how he'd missed this, the feel, the smell of his
Oliver. Everything about the older man fed all his senses,
incorporating together to remind him that Oliver was 'safe', was
home.
"If he wants your help, he can come over tomorrow. You're not going
to want to get dressed for a few days, Lexi. And frankly, I'd be
happier if you stuck close to home for a bit. You seem to attract
trouble." He handed Alex a cell phone from his pocket. "Better call
him so he doesn't file a missing person's report."
Taking the phone shakily, Alex stared at it for long seconds.
"Home. I... I'm really going to live with you now? Not go back to
my apartment? Rob's gonna think I'm certifiable and call the men in
white jackets, never mind file a missing person's report."
Oliver glanced over. "I think we already had this conversation
before you bolted the other night. You're mine, pretty Lexi, and I'm
not going to let you run away this time. When you're feeling a bit
better in a few days, I'll take you to your old apartment to pick up
your things."
"My old..." Alex closed his eyes and exhaled softly, resting his
head against the back of the seat. The passing streetlights flicked
across his closed eyelids every so often, like bright bursts of
fireworks. It was all moving so fast, and he should be scared
shitless, but all he wanted to do was wrap himself in the feeling of
being loved, of being home for the first time in he couldn't
remember how long.
"Yeah, I guess it is my old apartment, isn't it?" he agreed softly,
a beatific smile emerging as he watched the lights flash by.
Oliver smiled and reached over to pull Alex closer, taking advantage
of a red light to kiss him. He held Alex against his side, the
younger man's head on his shoulder for the rest of the ride. When he
pulled into his parking spot in the high security building he lived
in, he frowned quickly. "We'll have to get you a parking spot inside
first thing in the morning. I don't want you having to park on the
street."
As soon as Alex stepped out of the car after Oliver had gone around
and opened the door for him, he pulled the younger man into his side
again, still being careful not to press against his wounds. "Come
on, Lexi. Let's get you upstairs, cleaned up, and into my bed where
you belong."
"Don't you mean our bed," the younger man murmured, wincing slightly
as a trickle of sweat ran into and down a lash mark. "And just for
the record, Ollie, I really, really don't like whips, lashes,
cat-o-nine tails or any of those things okay? At least not in
leather!"
"Yes, you're right, our bed," Oliver agreed. "As for whips, et
cetera, no fear, luv. I'm not into pain either, giving or receiving.
I don't think it has any part in our lives." He glanced down at Alex
snuggled against him. "Can I take that to mean that you're going to
stay here where you belong this time?"
Alex grinned up at his lover slyly. "Well, you haven't got me
collared yet, Ollie. Guess that means I'm still a free agent,
doesn't it?"
Oliver glared at him. "You are so lucky one of those lashes was
across your ass, you little brat." He tilted Alex's head up and
kissed him possessively until the elevator doors opened on their
floor. "Does that answer your ridiculous question?"
Alex merely grinned and moved out of the elevator, towards the doors
to the penthouse. "Hey, just because I 'play' submissive, doesn't
mean I am in real life, Mr. Sampson. I think you may be rather
surprised at the real me. So are you gonna open the door and fix my
back, or am I going home to the tender mercies of my roommate?" he
sassed the Committee handler.
Sighing and shaking his head, Oliver followed Alex to the door and
opened it, gesturing the younger man in with a flourish. "Please,
make yourself at home," he said dryly.
Sticking his tongue out, Alex let the blanket drop just inside the
door and padded, naked into the bathroom. Turning to look in the
full-length mirror, he examined the thin lash marks that marred his
skin. "He really got me, didn't he? I was such a complete idiot;
how could I have thought that he could ever give me what I really
needed, what I really wanted?"
Looking up to see Oliver standing in the door, Alex sighed. "Can
you ever forgive me for being such a total idiot?"
"It looks like you learned your lesson the hard way," Oliver
observed. "More to the point, are you going to stay this time?
It's going to get very tiresome for both of us if I have to keep
rescuing you from sadists."
"Give it a rest, will ya, Ollie; I said I was wrong already," Alex
replied irritably, turning away from the older man.
Entering the shower area, the college student turned on the water to
lukewarm and stepped under the spray. Yelping slightly at the sting
of the water, he grabbed a bar of soap and began to lather, trying
to wash the sweat, the blood and the feel of Jurgen off his skin.
An eyebrow rose at Alex's sharp tone, and a slow smile quirked
Oliver's lips. Apparently, Alex liked being the submissive in sexual
games, but otherwise, he was far from a limp, compliant slave.
Things just got a lot more interesting.
He shed his clothes and stepped into the shower as well, taking the
soap from Alex to run his soapy hands over his body. "Getting a
little cranky about being reminded of your mistakes, luv?"
"What the hell do you think?" the younger man groused. "I said I
was sorry; I said I was stupid. I may be younger than you, Ollie,
but I do have some semblance of a brain, you know, and the ability
to know when I screwed up, so do me a favor and don't patronize me,
okay? I'm not some recalcitrant child who needs to be reminded of
his mistakes at every chance his 'daddy' gets, okay? Give me some
credit."
Oliver grinned. "I'll give you more than credit if you keep calling
me Ollie. And considering that you scared the bloody hell out of me,
I'm afraid you'll just have to put up with the comments!"
"Screw that and screw you!" Alex snarled. If there was one thing
he couldn't stand, it was someone who rubbed his mistakes in his
face. And Oliver was just so damned... smug about it.
Jerking out of the Committee man's arms, he rinsed off almost
violently. "I had a father, Oliver. Your Committee killed him.
So do me a favor and don't try and take his place. I'm tired. I'm
going to bed."
"If you really think I want to be your father, I could recommend a
good psychiatrist to you," Oliver snapped back, the fading
adrenaline caused by his fear making him irritable. "Go ahead. I'll
see you in the morning."
"Christ, you can be such a jerk! To hell with this, I'm going
home!"
That was it. Oliver slammed the soap down and slapped the water off,
then shoved the shower door open. "Enough! Stop acting like a
spoiled brat, Alex," he snarled. "Once is my limit. If you choose to
throw a tantrum and storm off again, don't bother coming back. I
won't let you in." Without bothering to look back, Oliver finished
drying off and went to bed. He lay in the darkness, listening,
praying Alex would take him seriously and not leave.
Standing in the middle of the bathroom, dripping wet, Alex was torn.
If he left... if he left, chances were he'd have to disappear
altogether. He wasn't as naive or stupid as people seemed to think
he was. He knew he'd 'acquired' a couple of shadows, and he knew
that they were probably Committee. Alex Krycek would have to die if
he walked out that door tonight, and everything he'd ever worked for
would be gone.
If he left, he knew he wouldn't be heading back to his apartment for
very long. He'd be there long enough to gather a few things, write a
quick note to Rob, who knew some of what his life was like and knew
if he left a certain kind of note not to expect him to ever come
home again, and disappear into the night again.
On the other hand there was Oliver and a home, and he was so tired
of running, of looking over his shoulder, of pretending. He was
just so tired.
Wrapping a towel around his waist, Alex opened the medicine cabinet
and extracted the supplies he needed, then slowly and methodically
began to doctor the marks, not realizing how old and tired he
actually looked at that moment.
Oliver lay in silence for what seemed a long time. Apparently Alex's
pride mattered more to him than what they might have together, what
they did have together, damn it! He rolled over, burying his face
in the pillow, wishing Alex had been in the bed tonight so he'd be
able to smell him.
"Damn it, Alex, why couldn't you stay?" The soft, unhappy words
shattered the silence of the dark room.
"OW! Holy shit, that stings!!" Alex gasped quietly as he squirted
some Bactine on the broken skin on his ass. He figured that
considering that area would be covered up more, it would need extra
cleaning, but goddammit, wasn't getting tortured once that night
enough?
Gritting his teeth, the college student continued to cleanse those
wounds carefully, grunting in pain and biting down hard on his lower
lip to prevent any more outbursts that would wake Oliver up.
Oliver couldn't believe how much this hurt. He'd only spent one
night with Alex, more than two weeks ago, yet losing him felt like
losing a piece of himself. He groaned softly, swearing.
"Damn you, Alex, why did you make me care, you bloody bastard?"
After cleaning the bathroom up and folding the towels, putting away
the medical supplies and even wiping down the shower, Alex sighed
and realized that there was no further way for him to put off
venturing into the bedroom. He'd procrastinated all he could, and
now he had to face the music.
Turning off the light, the young man opened the door quietly and
walked through the walk through closet to the bedroom, just in time
to hear Oliver's quiet curse. "This mean you've changed your mind
about me, after all?" he asked quietly, his voice full of pain.
Oliver sat up and spun around so quickly it was amazing he didn't
give himself whiplash. "You're still here?" he gasped. Instantly he
was on his feet and across the room, pulling Alex into a tight
embrace.
"Ow! Hey, watch the cuts, okay?" Alex moaned even as he returned the
hug. "Guess I figured that you were right and I needed to grow up
and stop running," he continued with a deprecating grin. "I seem to
screw up a lot, don't I?"
"Right now, I don't really care," Oliver returned, shifting his grip
somewhat as he urged Alex toward the bed. "I don't think I'm going
to let you out of my sight for quite some time."
"Gonna walk me to class and wait for me then, honey?" the younger
man teased quietly, unbelievably glad that it was over, just like
that. "All the girls will be so jealous that I have such a
thoughtful new beau. I'll even let you carry my books."
"You're going to be difficult, aren't you?" Oliver observed with a
wry laugh. "Spanking is looking better and better." Despite his
words, he settled into the bed with Alex at his side, then pulled
the younger man partially on top of him, his arms looping around an
uninjured part of his back.
"Like you'd have me any other way," Alex smirked, looking down at
his lover. "Be honest, Ollie, you like me just the way I am—an
irreverent pain in the ass who's gonna make your life a helluva lot
less boring."
Oliver had to laugh. "There's absolutely no doubt of that. Now get
some sleep, you irreverent brat. I'm looking forward to waking you
up."
"Promises, promises," Alex yawned, snuggling his head into the crook
of Oliver's shoulder. "I love you, Ollie. Just thought I'd say it
out loud. G'night."
Oliver's eyes flew open at that, and he stared down at the sleeping
man in his arms. Leave it to Alex to make such an offhanded
announcement. Life was certainly going to be interesting with him.
The next morning Oliver woke to find Alex sprawled over him and
hanging on as if he were a giant cuddle toy. Good job I'm not one
of those who needs his space, the Committee agent mused with a fond
smile. Slowly, carefully, he extricated himself from Alex's grasp
and slid down beneath the covers without waking his lover.
He smelled Alex's musk as he settled comfortably, then lightly
licked the soft cock lying against his thigh. He nuzzled closer and
took it into his mouth, sucking on it like a child with a favorite
lollipop, feeling it lengthen and harden as Alex stirred, slowly
waking.
"Ooooh, I could get used to waking up like this," Alex purred,
stretching lazily before letting his hands trail under the covers to
stroke Oliver's soft hair. "Damn, you're good at this—you're gonna
spoil me and make me want it all the time," the college student
chuckled as he glanced at the clock.
"Umm, Oliver? Is that really the time?"
There was a pause, then Oliver's head popped out from under the
covers, and he regarded Alex with a jaundiced eye. "Clearly my
technique needs work."
"No, no your technique is fine, great, stellar even. I just... have
a crim law class in an hour, and it takes half an hour to get across
town on the bus and..." Alex trailed off at Oliver's glare. "What?
I need this course to get into Quantico."
Oliver blinked. "Quantico? Just out of curiosity, Alex, how exactly
did you plan to avoid Committee notice in the FBI?" He shook his
head in disbelief and sat up against the pillows. "So much for the
leisurely morning. And I thought you agreed to stay home for a
couple of days until you healed? Believe me, you are not going to
enjoy putting clothes over those lash marks or sitting on that
one."
"Damn," Alex groused, pouting, "Maybe I can get Jenny's notes—she
always records the class. Unfortunately she's gonna wanna go out to
dinner or a movie or something—she's been trying to rope me since
she saw me walk into class," the younger man bemoaned.
"And duhhh, Alex Krycek is a far cry from Mikhail Aleksei Arntzen,
isn't he?"
"Alex, you look just like your father! Federal agents' IDs go into a
database. The Committee, unsurprisingly, has access. As for this
girl, I suggest you talk to your professor and explain that you're
ill. You can get the notes from him... her? Forget this Jenny," he
finished in a possessive growl.
"Awwwh, you mean you don't wanna play my 'daddy' and drive us to the
movie theater so that we can share a popcorn and accidentally fondle
each other's buttery hands?" Alex teased, before going quiet.
"Papa died when I was so young, and Mama—she made us leave without
any family mementos in order to protect me. I... don't remember him
very well, Oliver," Alex continued softly, turning to look out the
gauzy curtains to the early dawn sky.
"I didn't realize. I'm sorry, Alex. Your father was a good man. He
deserved better; your family deserved better." He placed a hand on
Alex's shoulder, letting the younger man decide if he wanted to move
closer.
"It's not your fault, Oliver; you were probably just a kid when he
died or a young teen at the most. Besides, you know how this
Committee is—if they can't control you, you're dead. There's no
middle ground," Alex sighed, moving back into his lover's embrace
awkwardly and sighing as he finally settled in a comfortable spot.
"Hey, I should count my blessings that I grew up outside of their
influence and that I didn't know him better. It would have hurt
more later on," the college student continued pragmatically.
Oliver winced. To hear Alex say that it was better that his father
had died when he was too young to remember him drove home everything
that was wrong with the Committee. But there was nothing he could do
about that, at least not for the moment. Instead he steered the
conversation back to the original topic. "I really do think you
should stay home for a few days, Alex. Give yourself a chance to
heal up properly."
"Well, what are you going to do to keep my overly active mind and
body from getting bored if I do?" Alex challenged with a smirk,
before rolling onto his stomach, sticking his ass in the air and
wiggling it playfully. "Idle hands are the hands of the devil and
all that, Ollie," he chuckled.
"I somehow doubt this was one of the alternatives the Puritans had
in mind, Alex," Oliver replied dryly. Unable to resist, one hand
came down in a playful slap on the wriggling ass. "And that's for
calling me Ollie!"
Alex yelped and shot up into a kneeling position in order to protect
his ass, his cock slapping upwards against his stomach and leaving a
smear of precum just underneath his navel. "OWWW!! Hey, I'm
supposed to be 'recovering' Oliver, not having you inflict more
punishment on me!" Pouting, Alex sniffled and began to clamber off
the bed.
"Englishmen are such wet blankets at times. Gotta be because they
go to boarding schools and have nuns and such for teachers," he
muttered under his breath.
"Oh, please!" Oliver snorted. "I didn't touch your 'injury', you
prima donna.
"As for our British school systems, don't knock it till you've tried
it. It was one of my teachers who taught me what to do with cute
boys like you." He leered at Alex.
Alex batted his lashes coyly over his shoulder and grinned slyly.
"Oh, and are you ever going to show me what naughty things your
teachers taught you, Mr. Sampson, sir?" he teased before heading
through the dressing room into the bathroom.
Glancing to a corner he hadn't paid much attention to last night,
Alex grinned. "Fuck me!!! A Jacuzzi—yes!!" he shouted as he hit
the button to heat the water and make it swirl. Sinking into the
rapidly moving depths with a sigh, Alex felt his bones melt and
liquefy. Not even the slight sting from the chlorine could force
him to budge from his sybaritic trance.
Oliver followed the younger man into the bathroom, grinning at his
pleasure in the tub. "I certainly do intend to fuck you... well and
often," he agreed. He tossed a sponge into the water, grinning at
Alex's insulted expression when it splashed him. "Shouldn't you be
calling your professor about the notes for the classes you're going
to miss?"
"You really are that against me getting them from Jenny, hunh?"
"Do you want to be spanked?" Oliver growled.
"Well considering where you found me, Ollie," the college student
teased softly, his eyes snapping electric green with laughter.
Oliver groaned. "Brat," he said fondly. He finally slid into the tub
as well, sinking beneath the hot water with a sigh of contentment.
"Oh, that is good." He pulled Alex to him for a possessive kiss,
then released him with a smile for the puffy, bruised-looking lips.
"There's a phone on the shelf behind you. Call your professor like a
good little student."
"I prefer the term 'pushy bottom,' thank you very much," Alex
replied primly, a look of devilish glee ruining the tone of voice as
he reached for the bathroom phone and punched in the number for his
department.
"Hi, Sally? It's Alex Krycek, could you let my profs know that I'm
gonna be out sick for about a week? No, actually I was kinda clumsy
and didn't get out of the way of a pothole in time so my back is
really scraped up and clothes would kinda hurt right... Sally!" he
gasped good-naturedly, "if you weren't old enough to be my older
sister, I'd be shocked that you said that," he teased, flirting
shamelessly on the phone with the department secretary.
"Could you get me a copy of all the lectures I'm gonna miss this
week? Awh, Sal, you don't have to type 'em up for me; I know how
busy you are. You're the best; when I get back next week, you'll
have grande white mochas for a month, I promise!"
"Good boy," Oliver praised, grinning at the look Alex gave him. "So
now you're all mine for a week. You might need to take another week
off before you can walk straight again."
"Look who's talking, old man; after all you're the one who has to
move all my stuff here since I'm too wounded to get dressed or do
any heavy lifting," Alex retorted with a grin, before dialing the
number to his now former apartment.
"Hey ,man, it's Alex. Yeah, I know I should have called, sorry to
freak you. Listen, I kinda got good news and bad news. You know how
I've been driving you nuts the last two weeks with my moping and bad
moods and shit? Well, the source of all my problems and I hooked up
again last night, and we kinda worked things out.
"Yeah, I'm... he makes me happy, Rob, and I know he's old enough to
be my father and all," Alex stuck his tongue out at Oliver at that,
"but he's cool, and he takes care of me. Bad news, well, not for
me, but... yeah, he wants me to live with him. I know I'm nuts, and
damn straight I'm well fucked, but I kinda don't think he's gonna
let me go. I'm good for next month's rent since I'm leaving you in
the lurch, but... thanks, Rob, I appreciate it. Talk to you later,
man."
Oliver shook his head. "Old enough to be your father? I think not.
And you forgot to tell him that you wouldn't be with me with I go to
get your things. Though come to think of it, it would be rather
difficult for me to know what belongs to you.
"We'll find something loose for you to wear, and you can stretch out
in the back seat on the way over. That should keep your discomfort
to a minimum." He pulled Alex closer, almost into his lap. "We can
go after breakfast."
"Damn, you're eager to have me under your thumb, aren't you?" Alex
laughed. "What's the matter, afraid I might decide on someone
younger and hotter?"
Oliver just raised an eyebrow, not pointing out Alex's less than
stellar track record in that respect. "I thought you might like to
have your own things around you, but if you're in no hurry..." he
trailed off.
"I never really wanted Jurgen, Oliver," Alex admitted softly,
staring down at his hands. "I just wanted to forget you. You made,
make me feel things that scare me some times. And you're Committee;
do you have any idea how much that freaked me?"
"I think the sight of the dustcloud that was raised when you bolted
out of here gave me a clue, yes," Oliver replied. "But do you have
any idea how rare it is to find what we have together? We were made
for each other, Alex."
"I'm only 21, Oliver," Alex chuckled. "Hell I'm barely out of my
teens, and you're expecting me to be thinking of forever? Shit," the
younger man burst into laughter. "I know I belong to you; I don't
doubt that now, but I think we're both lucky my cold feet only
lasted two weeks before you saved my ass. What were you like at 21?
Ready to settle down with one person, forever? Can you honestly say
you wouldn't have freaked too?"
"I don't think I want to answer that," Oliver admitted. "I'm pleased
to hear you realize we belong together now though. Right at this
moment, however, I think we need to get out of this tub, get some
food, and go get your belongings. Unless you really want to spend
the next week naked," he added with a leer.
"Well..." Alex trailed off with a laugh before splashing out of the
tub and grabbing a towel to wrap around his waist. "Hurry up, will
ya, oldtimer?"
Oliver shook his head, something he seemed to be doing a lot of
lately. "You are a terrible brat. Good thing I like you just the way
you are." His eyes ran appreciatively over Alex's form. "Just the
way you are," he repeated, feeling a stirring at his groin, though
he had no intention of doing anything about it just then.
Alex grinned, licking his lips hungrily, his eyes growing dark with
need. "So, aren't you going to feed me? I'm starving, Oliver,"
he purred seductively, teasing the older man playfully.
"Behave, Alex," Oliver replied, though less than forcefully. "First
we eat, then we get your belongings, then we can play some more."
He finished drying off and went into the bedroom to find something
for each of them to wear.
Alex followed behind the older man, the picture of innocence even
though he'd 'forgotten' his towel in the bathroom. "I am
behaving, Oliver," he swore. "I really was talking about eating.
But you think maybe I need some cream or something rubbed into these
marks? I don't want to get all scarred and ugly," the younger man
continued, spreading himself out on the bed, ass slightly elevated
over a pillow, waiting.
How was a red-blooded man supposed to ignore that lush temptation?
No man could. Oliver slid between the open legs and pressed a
slicked finger into the gorgeous ass, preparing him, then he tossed
the lube back onto the nightstand and pressed inside Alex. "This
what you wanted, Lexi?"
Purring, Alex's head arched back, his eyes closed, and his fists
clenched around the bed covers. "Ooooh, Ollie, missed you," he
moaned, trying to get the older man in deeper. "Missed this,
please?" Lexi whimpered.
"God, yes, so good, pretty Lexi," Oliver groaned, pressing in as far
as he could go. "So hot and tight and perfect around me, never want
anyone else," he gasped, one hand snaking around Alex's waist to
wrap around his cock, pumping him in time with his strokes into his
ass.
Whining, Lexi bucked up and back, impaling himself between cock and
hand, driving himself as far and as fast as he could. "Please,
Oliver, please. Need you, need to come, make me come, please!!"
"That's it, babe, ride me, come for me," Oliver growled in his ear,
hips driving furiously into him and hand milking his cock. "Come for
me, Lexi, now!" He rammed into Alex, his body tensing, and he
tried desperately to hold back his orgasm until Lexi had come as
well.
"OLIVER!!" Alex wailed, his head slamming back into the older man's
shoulder. Turning, he bit hard on the Englishman's collarbone as he
orgasmed, his body shivering and quaking with his release, clenching
tightly around the older man.
The first tremors of Alex's climax triggered Oliver's, and he barely
noticed the bite as they came almost simultaneously. Limp and sated
after the last tremors had passed, he lay over Alex, luxuriating in
the sensation of his lover beneath him again. "We really should have
done this before the bath," he observed in a pleasure-blurred
voice.
"Like smelling like you, like you just fucked me into a puddle of
flesh," the college student purred, content. "Needed this, you.
Should never have left, I know. I love you, Ollie."
Oliver chuckled. "Guess I don't have to worry about anyone putting
the moves on you if you're always going to smell like me." He
carefully separated them and wiped himself off, then dressed
quickly. He sat back down on the bed beside the younger man who
still hadn't moved. "Going to get up any time soon?"
"Mmm, no, wanna lie here and wallow. I like this whole being
'owned' concept. It's nice," the younger man replied with a yawn,
his eyes closing in sated exhaustion. "L's go this afternoon,
'kay?"
Oliver smiled and pressed a kiss to a bare shoulder. "Get some rest,
Lexi. We'll go when you're ready." He left the room quietly,
shutting the door behind him to avoid disturbing the sleeping man.
Rolling over onto his side, Alex stretched and yawned, reaching for
Oliver only to not find him next to the younger man. "Oliver?" he
husked, eyes opening to look around the quiet room.
Finding a loose cotton t-shirt and a pair of track pants on the foot
of the bed, Alex quickly got dressed and padded out to the sumptuous
living room to find his lover typing away at a laptop computer in
the 'office' area.
"How long was I asleep?" Alex yawned, coming up behind the
Englishman to wrap his arms around Oliver's neck and nuzzle his
cheek, purring.
"All morning," Oliver replied, turning his head slightly to rub
against Alex. "It's after noon, luv. You needed the rest. I get the
feeling you haven't been sleeping any better than I have the last
couple of weeks."
"I couldn't sleep for missingt you," Alex admitted quietly, kissing
the older man's cheek before wandering over to the couch to sprawl
out on his stomach, curled around a pillow.
"And I was in the middle of exams so the stress was a killer. Glad
they're over and I can sleep again. Just... be there the next time
I wake up, please?" Alex continued, not realizing just how needy his
voice sounded.
Oliver spun his chair around to face Alex, watching him carefully.
"Whenever I can, Alex. I wish I could be with you all the time, but
we both have lives outside of each other, luv. But when you need me,
I'll be right here."
"Leave it to me to fall for a guy who, when he says 'If I tell you,
I'll have to kill you,' really means it," Alex sighed, knowing that
the older man really had no choice in the matter. "Just do me a
favor, and don't tell me, okay? I kinda want to keep breathing."
Rolling onto his back, wincing slightly as he did so, Alex stared up
at the ceiling for long moments. "Oliver, will I be... allowed to
go to Quantico? I mean, will they let me, or should I just
finish out the year and chuck it?" the younger man asked quietly,
needing to know.
"If anything, your biggest problem will be getting them to leave you
alone. They'll be salivating at the idea of getting someone
completely without suspicion inside the Bureau. If you want to
continue, we'll work something out, Alex. There's not going to be
any question of being 'allowed' to do something.
"I may not be a power in the Committee, but I am very good at what
I do, and they would prefer not to lose me or have you disappear
again."
"If I do make it into the FBI, I'm not gonna work for the Committee,
Oliver. I can't, not after what they did to my family. Damn, how
are we gonna make this work?"
"Alex..." Oliver sighed, not sure how to say this. "Your father
worked for the Committee because he wanted to. He may have changed
his mind later, but don't make him out to be an innocent in all of
this. He went into it with his eyes open. Unfortunately, or perhaps
fortunately, his conscience finally wouldn't let him ignore what his
work was being used for anymore, but he always knew."
"I know, but he didn't have to drag Mama and me into it. I never
wanted to be part of the Committee, Oliver. I never wanted him to
use me as a guinea pig. I didn't know I was. It was just
computer games to me, like Pacman or Space Invaders. It was cool
and fun, and I had no idea it was altering me, making me able to use
the systems Papa and Dr. Bloom were building.
"Why should I have to live my life enslaved to the people who had no
right to do this to me? Not even my father had that right!" Alex
replied vehemently, angry at the injustice of it all.
"I'm not saying you should be their slave, Alex," Oliver soothed.
"But you do have to reach some sort of accommodation with them. I
work for the Committee, luv, and I'm not prepared to spend the rest
of my life in hiding and looking over my shoulder to change that. If
you can't handle that, you'd better say so now before we both go any
farther."
"I can live with you working for them, even if I don't like it, but
dammit, Oliver, I won't! I wanna solve crimes not cause them, and
tell me that the Committee won't want me to do that? I can fucking
live wire myself into VR, with the right equipment. Tell me they
won't try and use that for their own purposes?
"Hell, I don't even go near computers other than to do term papers,
and research and stuff. I'm one of the few people who don't go into
chat rooms and surf the Net just for fun, because I remember too
fucking much. I don't wanna be like that again," Alex seethed,
surging up off the couch to pace back and forth, incredibly
agitated.
"I don't know if I can protect you from them, Alex," Oliver admitted
reluctantly. "You're on their radar again, and I don't know if you
can simply ignore them. The only way may be to disappear again."
"Oliver?" Alex stopped and stared at the older man, suddenly
terrified. "What are you saying? Do you... do you want me to
disappear again?"
"No!" Oliver almost yelled, then repeated more calmly, "No. That's
the last thing I want. But you have to look at things realistically
and accept that staying with me means that the Committee's back in
your life. If you can't handle that, then, God help me, yes, you
should go. Now, before it hurts even more to lose you."
"Jesus, why can't they just forget about me?" Alex groaned, sinking
onto the couch and burying his head in his hands. "All I wanna do
is finish college, go to Quantico and become a special agent. And
love you... why is that so fucking hard?"
Oliver finally moved, going over to the couch and perching on the
edge of it, a hand on Alex's shoulder. "I wish it were that easy,
luv, but we both know it's not. I'm sorry this is all falling on
you. I know you're young and you're supposed to be having fun, but
I'm afraid you don't get that luxury, thanks to your father and to
me.
"So what's it going to be? Are you going to stay with me and deal
with the Committee or leave again?"
"I can't leave you, Oliver, not again. It would kill me. Oh God,
I'm totally screwed, aren't I?" Alex replied painfully. "I... don't
know what to do... This is so fucking unfair; I just know I love
you."
"Then we'll figure something out, Lexi," Oliver replied, stroking
the dark hair back from the younger man's forehead. "I'll protect
you as much as I can... Just don't expect miracles.
"But I love you too, and I won't let them hurt you. I promise you
that."
"It's enough. It has to be. You couldn't have been a stock broker,
could you?" Alex replied, with a weary grin.
"Mama's gonna have a hard enough time facing the fact that she's
never gonna have grandkids to spoil, but Jesus, we can't tell her
you're Committee, Oliver. She barely held on to it last time around,
and to hear that I've gone and fallen back into their clutches...
well, it wouldn't be pretty if she found out."
"She shouldn't know me," Oliver replied. "I only joined the
Committee officially after your family left, so we never met, and
Sampson is a common enough name that there's no reason for her to
connect me with my father. We can tell her I am a stockbroker if
you like. Just pray she never finds out the truth, luv. Mothers
really don't like it when their children lie to them."
"Lying is better than the alternative in this case, Ollie, trust me.
Mama can be, well, over-protective. I'm her only kid and what with
the family history..." Alex trailed off.
"I know you wanted to move me in today, but after all of this—can
we just stay here and pretend that the real world doesn't exist, for
a while at least?"
"Luv, I'm perfectly happy to keep you naked here for my pleasure,"
Oliver laughed, ignoring the fact that Alex was wearing his
clothes. "Forever wouldn't be too long." He leaned down and kissed
the young man, then smiled. "But I think I'd better feed you
sometime soon."
"Mmmm," Alex purred, leaning into the older man. "Sweet and sour
chicken, broccoli and beef, chicken guy ding, barbecued pork and
shrimp fried rice. Maybe some moo goo guy pan too," the younger man
replied happily. "That should do for a start."
Oliver had to laugh. "Typical American college student. Not all food
comes from take out, you know." He was willing to humor Alex though,
today especially, so he dug out a menu from a Chinese restaurant he
liked and placed the order, unconsciously petting Alex all the
while.
"It'll be here in forty minutes. I wonder what we can do in the
meantime?"
"Oh, I'm sure we can think of something," Alex purred as he slid off
the couch onto his knees and moved into the space between Oliver's
widespread thighs. "You know, I don't know if I can wait forty
minutes; I'm seriously starving. I think I need some protein right
now!"
Alex's hands flew to the older man's zipper, undoing his pants and
diving in to take out Oliver's semi-hard cock. Licking his lips
hungrily, his eyes gone dark and needy, Alex grinned up at Oliver
then dove down to encompass the older man in his mouth.
Oliver could only groan and hang on, his fingers woven through
Alex's hair as the young man drove him into a quick and explosive
climax that left him panting and limp. Heavy lidded eyes focused on
Lexi's raging erection, and a smile quirked his lips. "Why don't you
do something with that," he suggested, spreading his legs a little
wider.
Licking his lips, enjoying the last few drops of Oliver, Alex
grinned mischievously. "Why don't you, Ollie?"
A little surprised that Alex didn't want to fuck him, Oliver was
perfectly happy to suck him off. He drew Alex to his feet with his
hands braced against the sofa back above Oliver's head and took him
deep into his mouth, first sucking voraciously then deepthroating
him.
"God, so good," Alex moaned, carding his fingers through the brown
hair. "Make me come, please, Oliver?" the younger man begged
prettily, thrusting his hips up into the dark, wet heat.
Tossing his head backwards, Alex rode the Committee handler's mouth,
thrusting his hips minutely, fucking Oliver's mouth. "Love you,
love you so fucking much, God, need... your finger, finger fuck me,
Ollie, please? I need you in me too."
More than willing to drive his pretty Lexie insane with pleasure,
Oliver reached up, slipping his fingers into Alex's mouth. His lover
sucked them eagerly, whining when Oliver pulled away. The older man
hummed around the thick shaft filling his mouth, making Alex quiver,
then slowly worked one finger, then two inside him. Once Alex was
loosened, he pumped his fingers into him in time with his sucking on
Alex's cock, determined to make him come.
"Oh Go-o-o-d!" the college student wailed as the older man began to
work on him. "Please yes, please, God, oh, Ollie, oh, oh please,
oh," over and over he moaned and thrashed and whined and begged and
wailed as he was worked higher and higher. "Gonna, need to, please
let me, YESSSSSSSSSS!"
He screamed loudly as his head whipped back and his entire body
spasmed and clenched. White hot ropes of semen flooded the older
man's mouth as he clenched and sucked Oliver's fingers in deeper.
As Alex started to slump over him after his climax, Oliver pulled
away and caught him, shifting him down across his lap on the sofa.
He turned sideways, sprawling comfortably with his warm armful,
petting the young man as he waited for him to calm. "And we should
even have a few minutes before dinner gets here. Very impressive,
Alex," he teased.
"You telling me you're hungry after having a protein shake?" Alex
replied with a tired smile.
"I need something I can sink my teeth into, baby. And I don't think
you'd really enjoy that." Oliver grinned at him, lazily stroking the
long line of his back. "Besides, I plan to enjoy you for much longer
than just the duration of one meal."
"Ohhhhh, I think I like the sound of that," Alex grinned happily as
the doorbell rang. Standing and stretching, he smirked down at the
older man. "I'll get it, be right back." That said he began to walk
towards the door, naked and spent.
Oliver lunged off the couch, catching the brat by the waist and
tossing him back onto it, then throwing a pillow on his lap. He
fastened his own trousers as he strolled barefoot toward the door,
fishing his wallet out of his pocket. "Stay!" he said warningly,
glaring as Alex tried to move. The beautiful brat was going to be
the death of him!
He accepted the food and paid for it, tipping the delivery boy
generously to get rid of him quickly, then turned back. He sighed
when he found Alex standing in all his naked glory beside the sofa,
though out of sight of the door. "You're going to be a handful,
aren't you?" he asked once again with a faint wry smile.
Alex smirked as he snagged a bag and lounged on the same rug he'd
been fucked through just two weeks before. "Now whatever gave you
that idea?" he giggled as he grabbed an eggroll and began to munch.
"Oh, I don't know, maybe something to do with the fact that you
can't seem to do what you're told? Or more accurately that you do
the exact opposite." Oliver dropped down beside Alex and stole a
bite of his eggroll before rummaging through the bags to find his
favorites. "Your back okay? You need anything for the pain?"
Alex couldn't help but snigger. "Umm, considering I'm the only one
who got any last round, maybe I should be asking you that?" he
smirked before he began to suck on his eggroll suggestively, his
eyebrows waggling.
Oliver just shook his head, concentrating on his dinner. "Just
remember, Lexie, once you're all healed up, we're going to have some
long conversations and training sessions. You're going to be a very
pretty pet," he teased.
"Yes, Ollie, whatever you say Ollie," Alex grinned as he cracked
open some chopsticks and dug into the moo-shoo pork.
Oliver grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and pulled him into a
kiss. "Behave!"
"Woof," the younger man replied as he let a noodle slide down his
throat.
"Ooooh, I have an idea," he continued, as he reached for one of the
honey wontons. Reaching to take a pillow off the couch and propping
it under his head, Alex drizzled the honey down his chest and then
placed the wonton at the base of his throat. "Feel like getting
some, honey?"
Oliver laughed as he moved to straddle the young man, pausing only
long enough to remove his pants so he was as naked as his lover. He
started at the base of the trail of honey, which was puddling in
Alex's navel, and lapped it up before following the line of sweet
stickiness upward.
"Mmmm, that feels good," Alex purred as he stretched himself longer,
trying to make the sensations last forever. "You do such wicked
things to me, Ollie, make me feel so," Alex paused and giggled
"wonton."
Oliver paused in his ministrations to groan. "I ought to spank you
for that, Lexi." He shook his head, hardly believing Alex had
actually said that. "I think we need to find a better occupation for
that mouth." He placed his fingers against Alex's lips, gasping
faintly when his pretty lover hungrily suckled on them. With Alex's
mouth occupied, Oliver returned his attention to the sweetly sticky
trail luring him up the gorgeous body.
His tongue rasped over the line of honey, lapping it away and
teasing the sensitized flesh beneath. Ignoring the pebbled nipples,
he continued on to the wonton, nibbling at it until he'd finished
his treat.
Whimpering around the fingers he sucked on like a lifeline, Alex
began to buck his body upwards, ignoring the slight tenderness of
his back on the carpet, finding the pain an oddly pleasurable
contrast to the insidious sweetness of what the older man was doing
to him.
"Y'know," he finally gasped, letting go of the fingers, "At this
rate you'll have me begging to be a Committee whore. How can I say
no to this pleasure?"
"No danger of that," Oliver growled, eyes darkening possessively.
"I'm not sharing you with anyone, pretty Lexi. You're all mine."
"Prove it," the college student growled, his eyes flashing
playfully. Wriggling out from underneath the Committee agent, he
smirked and then took off out of the living room at a run. "Claim
me if I'm all yours, Ollie!"
The older man chased after his young lover, not particularly
surprised to catch up with him in the bedroom. He pounced on the
young man, knocking him onto the bed and landing partially on top of
him, still managing to be careful of his injuries. "I already did,
Lexi. Sounds like you need to be reminded though," Oliver murmured
throatily.
He kissed Alex thoroughly as one hand reached for the container of
lube on the nightstand, thoroughly coating the fingers his lover had
so recently been nursing on, then pressing one inside Alex without
warning.
"Damn, Oliver!" Alex howled, slamming himself back into the finger,
trying to impale himself even more. "God, love it when you get all
dommy and British. Such a cool turn on!" the younger man teased even
as he tried to swallow the older man whole.
Oliver wasn't quite sure what being British had to do with being
dommy, but at that moment he really didn't give a damn. One finger
quickly became two, and then he was pressing inside his lover,
groaning as Alex's tight ass clamped down on him. "Not cool, hot,"
he rasped out, bending himself almost double to catch a still
faintly honey-flavored nipple between his teeth.
"Well then, maybe we should create some more friction and really get
a fire going," Alex gasped back, trying to simultaneously impale his
ass on and push his nipple into the older man. "C'mon, lover, fuck
me already; I'm a horny almost teen; I got needs and stuff!"
More than happy to help Alex with his problem, Oliver slammed into
Alex so hard they both gasped and bit down sharply on the nubbin of
flesh in his mouth. He tugged, stretching the sensitive nipple away
from Alex's chest, then repeating his actions with its companion.
And all the while he continued to pound into Alex's ass, fingers
lightly tracing the welts, knowing that the faint hint of pain would
increase his Lexi's pleasure.
In moments Alex was reduced to mindless, quivering, moaning need.
His body seemed to have a mind of its own, and it shivered and shook
under the pounding it received. Hands scrabbled up and down
Oliver's back, and almost inhuman sounds of need escaped his throat
as he writhed, pinned under the older man.
"Please, yes, please, fuck, God, no, more, yes, there, Jesus, Ollie,
oh..." the college student babbled as he was taken harder and harder
still, making him almost mindless with need.
"That's it, baby, come for me," Oliver gritted out, fighting to hold
back his own climax until Alex had come. "Want to see you come apart
for me and feel this tight ass clamping down on me," he whispered
hotly, nipping at Alex's ear. "Come on, Lexi."
"Ollie, Christ, Oliver, oh please, please," the young man mewled
plaintively, one hand slipping between them to caress his own cock,
desperate to come and come hard, just like his Oliver wanted from
him.
Stroking hard and fast, almost ripping at his cock to get what he
wanted, Alex felt his body convulse and shudder as gouts of hot,
white semen exploded from his erection, coating their stomachs as
his body contracted and clenched around Oliver.
The instant he felt Alex come, Oliver let go, the orgasm he'd been
holding back ripping through him. His body convulsed, plunging deep
into Alex one final time, and he yelled his pleasure in his lover.
Hot jets of seed spurted into the younger man as he shuddered.
Finally, with a heartfelt groan, he slumped over his lover, feeling
Alex's semen between them.
"Mmmm," the younger man moaned, stretching after long moments of
lethargic relaxation. "Damn, that's one hell of a way to work the
kinks out. Better than any masseuse or work out at a gym."
The slight pulling of his skin had Alex wincing slightly. Hey,
Ollie, y'think you could get off me now, before they open up again?"
Oliver immediately rolled over, pulling Alex over onto his stomach
so he could check his back. He sank back into the pillows with a
sigh of relief. "Sorry, Lexi, you get me so damn hot that I forget
everything," he admitted, reaching out to draw the younger man close
against him. "Did I hurt you?"
"Did I say you did?" the younger man asked a bit exasperatedly even
though he curled into the older man. "I'm not made of glass,
Oliver, and despite my Lexi side I do have enough balls to stand up
to you," he chuckled. "Even fuck you," he teased, licking one of
Oliver's nipples before blowing on it.
"Stop worrying about me, Ollie. I'm fine, really. May only be up
to loose clothing for the next little while and may have to do my
assignments at home for the rest of the week, but hey, this will
give me a chance to catch up on all my reading. Crim Psych and
pre-law are killer courses, lemme tell you!"
"I remember," Oliver admitted, then grinned at the look of
disbelief. "What, you thought everyone who worked for the Committee
was just a thug? I'll have you know that I am a fully qualified
barrister in the U.K. I passed the bar here in the colonies too," he
teased, affecting a disdainful drawl.
"My father was a computer scientist and a physicist," Alex replied
quietly. "I just pictured you as, I dunno, one of those corporate
shark types not one of those guys who wear those really stupid wigs
and the black robes. You'd look kinda strange like that," the
college student grinned.
"Brat. Remind me to spank you when you've healed," Oliver replied
lazily. "I can see I'm going to have to be civilizing influence on
you as well as everything else. But for right now, I'd suggest a
good night's sleep, sleeping in late in the morning, and then
whatever seems to suggest itself when we wake up." He smiled at the
young man in his arms, happier than he could ever remember being.
"Civilizing my ass," Alex yawned. "Boston Tea Party, remember? We
not only rejected you pansy-assed wusses, we totally wailed on you!"
the young man teased.
"So you can kiss my independent ass with your civilization. And
we gotta go get my stuff, remember?" he finished, as he extricated
himself from Oliver's embrace and wiggled under the sheets. "Dunno
about you but this civilized man prefers to sleep in a bed rather
than on top of it."
"What, you couldn't sleep in my arms anywhere?" Oliver teased,
crawling under the covers with the smart-aleck he'd fallen in love
with. "And I'm quite sure your belongings will still be where you
left them in the afternoon, after we've... exercised."
"Ha ha, you're a real comedian, Ollie," Alex mumbled. "So this is
what happened to you after you dumped Laurel, hunh? And we were
supposed to go pick them up this afternoon, and we got side
tracked. No more sidetracking or exercising. Besides you'll need
whatever feeble strength you have in that old body of yours to pack
my stuff up since I won't be doing any lifting or carrying with my
back the way it is. I'll stay on the couch and direct."
Oliver's eyes narrowed, and he glared at the brat in his arms.
"Behave or I will spank you, regardless. Old!" he snorted. "Go to
sleep, you uncivilized infant. Since you're so eager to get your
things, we'll go first thing in the morning," he added with an evil
grin, not mentioning that he was one of those annoying people who
always knew what time it was and was able to wake up at any time he
chose.
Alex yawned. "'S fine. But we can't go before 9:30 or 10 anyway
since my roommate will murder me if I wake him up before that. He's
not a morning person at the best of times. G'night, Ollie."
Oliver smirked, planning to wake Alex up around 6:00. That would
give them plenty of time to play, shower, dress and eat before
heading over. And it would be infinitely satisfying. "Good night,
Lexi," he said sweetly, closing his eyes and holding his lover
close.
Alex popped an eye open, not liking the self-satisfied sound in his
lover's voice. "However, since I'm a morning person, I'll probably
be up early anyway, so we may be able to play after all," Alex
grinned, watching the narrowing of Oliver's reopened eyes with
pleasure. Yup, he'd been right. He'd fallen for a sadist.
Five o'clock, Oliver mentally grumbled. He was not going to let
the brat get ahead of him. It would set a bad precedent. "Go to
sleep, Lexi," he growled. "Tomorrow may come sooner than you think."
He closed his eyes firmly, determined to ignore any further jabs
from the little brat.
Alex snorted, enjoying this little game of one-upmanship. We'll
see, Mr. High and Mighty Spy Man. We'll see just who comes out on
top, won't we? Snickering softly to himself, Alex simply curled up
in Oliver's arms and fell promptly asleep, looking forward to
morning.
END
Electricity eye to eye
Chorus:
The room is spinning out of control
Chorus
I struggle with myself again
Chorus
What Would Happen I
by Orithain and Angel
Club De Sade
Georgetown, Washington DC
Late night
Early 1990s
What Would Happen—M. Brooks
Hey don't I know you I can't speak
Stripped my senses
On the spot
I've never been defenseless
I can't even make sense of this
You speak and I don't hear a word
What would happen if we kiss
Would your tongue slip past my lips
Would you run away, would you stay
Or would I melt into you
Mouth to mouth, lust to lust
Spontaneously combust
Act like you didn't notice
You brushed my hand
Forbidden fruit
Ring on my finger
You're such a moral moral man
You throw it away, no question
Will I pretend I'm innocent
Quickly the walls are crumblin'
Don't know if I can turn away
