Double the Fun XI
Angyl, Orithain & Rina
Disclaimers: Victor, Mac, the Director and everyone you
recognize from Once a Thief belong to Alliance-Atlantis, and Alex
Krycek and Mulder belong to Chris Carter and 1013 Productions.
Sitting on the beach watching the sun sink into the sea,
Alex could only be grateful that the case was over. Not that heíd had
any objection to Mac dominating him and Vic: the sex had been incredible,
and heíd enjoyed the double takes he and Vic got from everyone who saw
them. Even that whole pony thing had been fun in a kinky sort of way. But
he couldnít forget that Mulder was cooling his heels in a Toronto hotel,
having followed him back before Alex had known that he and his partners
had a new, out of town assignment, and Alex had no idea what to do about
him when he and his lovers got home.
He loved Vic, and even Mac, but Mulder had had a hold on
him for a very long time. If only there were some way to have all of
them... but he wasnít going to take a chance of losing Vic, not even for
Sensing someone nearby, Alex glanced up and back, smiling
invitingly when he recognized Vic. "Leave Mac to finish the mopping
"Well, he is the master, after all," Vic
chuckled. "And we did all the Ďgruntí work if youíll pardon the
pun. Itís about time he did some work too," the younger man
chuckled as he sat down next to his lover.
Staring out at the ocean for a while, Vic mulled over the
best way to broach what he needed to ask. Alex hadnít been quite himself
this entire mission. Something or, Vic was almost afraid to admit, someone
had been distracting him. And Victor Mansfield might be a lot of things,
but naive wasnít one of them; he had a pretty good idea who the someone
"So. You gonna tell me what happened in Washington,
or am I gonna have to guess?" he asked after long moments, still
looking out at the waves, more aware than ever before of both the physical
and the slight emotional distance between him and this man whoíd come to
mean everything to him in such a short space of time.
Alex sighed. "Life would be so much easier if I could
lie to you, beautiful. I used to lie to Mulder all the time, and I never
had any problem. I told Mulder that I wasnít going to be going back to
Washington again, that I had two gorgeous lovers waiting for me back home
in Toronto, and that I wouldnít hurt you like that." He tossed a
water-smoothed rock back into the ocean, watching the ripples spread from
where it hit. "He said that he loves me. That he wants to be part of
my life, any part."
Vic swallowed painfully. Fucking feebie, heíd had Alex
for all those years and had never wanted him, but now that Vic and Mac had
him, suddenly Alex was desirable? Son of a bitch, if Vic had a single
homicidal bone in his body, heíd be on the first plane back to kill the
asshole for pulling this shit.
"And what do you want?" Vic managed to get out
through a throat gone so tight that it sounded like heíd just swallowed
broken glass and lacerated his vocal chords to hell and back. Not even
consciously aware of doing so, the former cop sank further into himself,
as if trying to protect himself from the blow he was sure would come next.
"I want you. You know that. I love you, Vic. God, Iíd
die for you. No matter what I feel for Mulder or if I want him or not, Iíd
never give you up or do anything to hurt you. You have to know that,
"I know that, Alex," Vic managed a parody of a
smile. "I know you love me. But... even after everything heís done
to you, you want him, donít you?"
"As much as he wants me after everything Iíve done
to him," Alex replied, unable to prevent himself from defending
Mulder. "Yes, I do. But not as much as I love you. Thereís no
Picking up a stone, Vic tossed it into the water and spent
an inordinate amount of time watching the ripples before he spoke again.
"Is this how you felt when it was me and Mac, when you decided to
give me that pleasant surprise?" he asked almost too quietly to be
heard. "No, I donít suppose you did," he continued quickly,
not allowing the other man to answer. "You donít have my
insecurities when it comes to things like this."
Glancing over at his loverís profile, Vic was struck
anew by the physical similarities and the emotional disparities. But that
had more to do with the lives they had lived and their coping mechanisms.
Alexís life had been... hell would have been a kind description of the
past few years of his loverís life, and even then all he knew was simply
the tip of the iceberg.
Vic supposed that was one of the reasons why he felt so
acrimonious towards the FBI agent. Granted Alex hadnít been a saint, not
by a long shot, but unlike Alex, Mulder had always had a support network,
people to support and love him. Alex had been alone and caught between a
rock and a hard place, fighting a war that no one would acknowledge or
support and fighting for the Ďgoodí side even if his intentions werenít
as altruistic as Saint Mulderís search for truth, aliens and the
American way, yadda yadda yadda.
Taking a deep breath, Vic asked again. "What do you
"In a perfect world? What we already have and Mulder
too. But I know thatís not realistic, and Iíd never ask you, either of
you, to accept that. Iím happy with you; the time for Mulder and me
Vic was torn. Part of him wanted to be a selfish prick and
say to hell with Mulder; the son of a bitch had thrown away one of the
most amazing men on the planet, and what was his loss was Vicís gain.
The other part kept thinking of the fact that Alex had gone out and
kidnapped, literally kidnapped Mac for him because his lover had
known that Vic had wanted Mac too.
In a perfect world, as Alex had put it, heíd have told
Alex to go for it and not worry about it. After all, wasnít that the
stereotypical gay relationship? Fuck who you want and come back to the one
But that was the whole crux of Vicís dilemma. Mulder
wouldnít just be a fuck. Mulder would be about making love, and Vic wasnít
sure if he could handle that. With Mac it had evolved, and both of them
had fallen for their softhearted lover who hid that particular quality of
his under a mile of bravado and insecurity.
However, with Mulder the relationship had always been
there, lying beneath the surface, unacknowledged but nevertheless real,
and that was what terrified Vic the most. The idea that perhaps Alex would
go to Mulder and realize that perhaps, just perhaps heíd been too hasty
when heíd given up his old life for Vic.
"Do you love him, Ďlex?" Vic whispered to the
waves, knowing the other man would hear.
Alex stared out into the night, vaguely noticing that the
sun had set and only stars were now reflected in the black mirror of the
sea. "Yes," he replied softly. "Not the way I love you, of
course. It could never be the same; nothing could be like that. But Iíve
wanted him from the first moment I saw him, and as I got to know him,
stubborn, selfish, amazing bastard that he is," Alex half-laughed,
"I fell in love with him. For years he was the fantasy that kept me
going when my life was going to hell, and Iíd be lying if I said it wasnít
tempting to find out what it would really be like, but heís the fantasy
and youíre the reality. I will never risk what we have for
"But you love him. And you want him," Vic
stated. Standing, Vic dusted off his shorts and waded into the water a bit
and stared out at the stars. "And youíre gonna spend the rest of
your life wondering Ďwhat ifí where Mulder is concerned if you donít
do anything about it," the ex-cop continued without turning around.
"And I donít think I could live with that. I donít think I want
to live with that."
"Vic..." Alex hesitated, not knowing what to
say. There was more than a grain of truth in what the other man said. That
was why Alex had drawn Mac into their lives; heíd known that Vic would
always wonder. "Yeah, Mulderíll always have a tiny part of me, but
the rest of me is yours. I love you. I love our life together. Thatís
what I want, way more than I want Mulder."
"Get it off your chest then," Vic got out before
he could change his mind. "See him; just donít... gimme details. I
really donít want to know details."
Alexís eyes widened. He couldnít believe what he was
hearing. "Vic... Thank you, beautiful, but no. You think I could go
to Mulder, knowing that you were thinking about us, imagining... No. No
way. When we get back to Toronto, Iíll tell him that thereís no room
in my life for him now, and heíll go home, and thatíll be the end of
"Heís in Toronto?!?!" Vic wheeled, not quite
sure he heard what he thought he did. "No. No fucking way. Whatíd
he do, follow you home like a little lost pup or something? Or did he
suddenly realize he was..." Vic bit off the words, not wanting to
subject Alex to his rage. It wasnít Alexís fault, not really.
"God, Iím such a fucking idiot," the ex-cop
continued, turning back to the ocean and clenching his fists in the
pockets of his cut-offs in order to try and control himself. "But you
need to do this. No matter what it is you do just... fuck, just go do it,
okay?" Vic growled out and began to walk away, needing space, air,
anything that would help get this spiraling anger under control and let
him breathe again.
"Vic, please, wait." Alex reached out, hand not
quite touching him. "All right, babe, if youíre sure youíre okay
with this, that I wonít lose you over it, okay. Iíll see Mulder,
and... weíll see how it goes. But promise me that youíll tell Mac whatís
going on and be with him. I donít want you sitting there imagining...
well. Let Mac love you, beautiful."
"Iíll tell him, Alex, but I donít need a baby
sitter, okay? Iím a big boy, and
Mac probably has better things to do than deal with my
insecurities; after all heís got mop-up and the Director to deal
with," Vic replied, hesitating to drag Mac into this for fear of
comparisons being drawn and the opening of not quite healed wounds. There
was no comparison to Mac and Mulder, at least not in Vicís mind, and he
didnít want to cheapen what he had with the younger man by using him as
a distraction. Mac deserved better than that.
"Vic, you beautiful idiot, itís not babysitting to
be with your lover who loves you! Do you really think I could go to Mulder
knowing that you were going to be sitting there thinking about it every
"Look, letís drop it for now, and weíll talk
about it when we get home. We still need to get back to Toronto, report to
her bitchiness, and then we can decide what to do about Mulder. I want you
to think about it because Iíll only do this if youíre really okay with
it. Heís nothing compared to you."
"Yeah, thatís why after nearly a decade of fucking
you over all you can think about is going to see him," Vic muttered
under his breath. Shaking off the mood, he turned back and gave a
tentative smile to Alex. "So one last night on the island with Master
Mac?" he offered as a peace offering. There really wasnít much he
could do if he were honest with himself.
It was that whole let the caged bird go and if it loved
you, it would return thing. He had to let Alex do this, whether Vic was
ready for it or not, and Vic would have to pray that Alex truly did love
him and Mac enough to come back to them.
Still uncertain and promising himself that they would
discuss it once they got back to their house after reporting in the next
day, Alex nodded and slid an arm around Vicís waist as they headed back
to their cabana.
The voices faded into nothingness as the two men moved out
of the range of the high-resolution microphone. Mac sat, listening to the
sound of the waves and the scratch of grains of sand against the device,
before slowly flicking the switch that disconnected the mike.
He felt guilty about listening in on Alex and Vic like
that, but had been unable to stop himself. It had started innocently
enough; heíd been going through the last of the tapes that the resort
owner had compiled on his guests when heíd hit a button on the console
and found himself listening to Victor and Alex. The two older men had
finished their work a short while ago and gone back to the bungalow and
now it seemed they were on the edge of one of their famous emotional
Wondering what had happened this time, Mac set aside the
tapes and turned his attention to the conversation. It might not have been
totally ethical, but fore-warned was forearmed when it came to the Things.
And besides, Mac had never been one for ethics anyway.
What he heard, however, made him wish that he had
succumbed to a fit of honor. Okay, it wasnít anything he hadnít known,
but hearing it said out loud hurt even so. Listening to Vic and Alexís
impassioned declarations of love for each other, Mac felt adrift and
alone, and he knew he wasnít up to putting on a cheery face for the
others when he went back to the bungalow - so he wouldnít. Heíd hoped
that this trip might even things out a bit between all of them, but it
looked like it hadnít and probably never would.
Glancing at his watch, the ex-thief closed his eyes and
took a deep breath. All right, it started here. Punching up the number of
the charter airline that serviced the island, he arranged for a plane,
then booked a seat on the next flight from Miami to Toronto. Maybe getting
the evidence she wanted would cheer the Director up some and keep her off
his ass. God knew that he wasnít going to trust himself to hold his
temper if she started harping in on him like sheíd been doing lately.
Ringing the bungalowís voice mail, Mac left a quick
message for Vic and Alex, putting a note of aggrieved humor in his tone
and admonishing them not to tear the place apart since he wasnít there.
Grabbing his suit jacket from the back of the chair, he pulled it on over
his t-shirt, then headed out of the offices, commandeering a golf cart for
the short drive to the air strip and the waiting plane.
Tired and out of sorts, Mac exited the jet, feeling the
effects of the time change and the cocktails heíd slugged back on the
flight. Flipping on his cell, he listened for messages, turning it back
off when there were none and trying not to think too hard about it. The
old craving was growing, but he ignored it; if he lit up a cigarette, he
knew heíd be hooked again, probably worse than last time.
Recovering his car from the long-term lot, Mac tossed the
carry on with the evidence in the passenger seat and roared out of the
airport, heading for the reservoir to get that bit of unpleasantness out
of the way. Then... he still didnít know what he was going to do then.
Apparently Mulder the Feeb was somewhere in the city. Alex
wanted him, and Vic had given his permission. Well, if that was what Alex
wanted and Vic was okay with it, he supposed it was between them, just
like always. The point he kept circling around and prodding like a wound,
was the fact that Vic had made it plain that, even if Alex went to Mulder,
he didnít need or want to be with Mac.
"Pleasant surprise, but nothing more..." the
young man murmured, unaware that heíd spoken aloud and that his
expression was becoming more and more troubled. All his life heíd wanted
one thing: to be needed. Looking back, he supposed it shouldnít be a
surprise that it was the one thing heíd never felt. He could barely
remember his mother, and his father had left him in a rundown motel room
in Hong Kong when he was ten, once heíd grown out of being cute and
innocent. The Tangs had provided a family, but in the end, theyíd only
wanted him for what he could do for them.
The Director saw him as a tool, and Li Ann didnít need
anyone; anyway, the time sheíd had to choose, it hadnít been him sheíd
gone to save. Same thing would happen if someone menaced Alex or Vic - the
other would move heaven and hell to save their lover. Mac was for fun,
Shaken to the core by his revelations, Mac pulled into a
parking space, sitting for long minutes after he shut the engine down to
calm the shaking in his hands. He made it inside and found the Director,
giving his report in a dead monotone that had her looking at him sharply,
then telling him to go home and get some rest.
Vic looked around their house with almost a strangerís
eyes. So much had happened on the island. It had been intense. There was
no other word for it. Everything was heightened, the games were erotic and
required total submission to their basest selves, even if they were only
there on a mission. Theyíd had to blend in, play the games that were
necessary to fit in.
And Mac. God. Heíd been so Dom, so powerful. Heíd
controlled Vic and Alex beautifully, making them play with and off each
other in such a way that theyíd had the entire island panting to see
Alex. Fuck. The Director was probably raking him over the
coals at this very minute. Vic sighed and wished that he were at least at
the Reservoir waiting for Alex and trying to catch up with Mac, but Alex
had dropped him off, both of them hoping that Mac would be there already.
With a final glance at the dining room where it all began, Vic went into
the kitchen to start making a grocery list.
The knock on the door startled Vic out of his book. With a
sly grin he headed towards the front door, wearing nothing but a smile and
a pair of skintight black leather shorts. "Whatís the matter, you
forget how to open the door...?"
The man standing on the doorstep drank in the sight of him
and smiled a little nervously. He burst into speech immediately, as if
afraid of what would happen if he didnít.
"Iím sorry, I know we agreed that Iíd wait until
you said it was okay for me to come here, but itís been over a week,
Alex! I was beginning to think you were dead... or had changed your mind
He reached out to place a gentle hand on the shocked
looking man facing him. "I donít want to mess up your life, Alex. I
just need to know if thereís any chance you can make room for me in a
small corner of it." He stared at his feet, unable to look at the
gorgeous, near-naked body any longer without touching. "I guess itís
too late for there to be an us, like you said." His eyes darted up.
"This Vic of yours is a lucky man." He swallowed hard. "I
wish Iíd realized years ago how much I love you," he added
"You son of a bitch!" Vic growled and slammed
his fist into the other manís face. The other man who had to be the one
and only hated Fox Mulder.
"Newsflash for you, fuck up. Alex is getting his ass
chewed out for saving your sorry one as we speak. Iím Vic
Mansfield and you just made a very, very bad mistake!" Bending down,
he picked Mulder up by the lapels of his suit jacket and hauled the FBI
agent inside, shutting the door and locking it behind him.
"Now, letís talk about what you just said, Agent
Mulder," Vic snarled as he began to stalk towards the older man.
Mulder gaped at the other man. "B-but," he
stuttered, "you look just like him. Thatís impossible." He
stared, cataloguing Vicís appearance despite being distracted by his
body. "No," he said slowly, ignoring his danger as Vic neared in
favor of this new puzzle. "Not identical, not quite. A fraction
shorter, a slightly more relaxed expression, more open. Not a clone then
or a shapeshifter." His eyes widened when Vic grabbed him again.
"Awwwh, whatís a matter, Agent?" Vic
hissed. "Disappointed you couldnít skewer me with an ice pick and
get rid of me so you could have Alex all to yourself?" Slamming
Mulder hard enough into the foyer wall to knock down and shatter the
mirror there, Vic ignored the slight pain of glass shards cutting his
flesh in favor of wrapping his hands around Mulderís throat.
"Now talk, Agent Mulder, explain to me why you come
to my home and try to fuck up Alexís life yet again. And youíd
better make it good. I seem to have picked up more of Ďlexís habits
than are good for me because I have the overwhelming urge to kill you
right where you stand just on the principal of it."
"Even if I did want to kill you," Mulder
observed calmly despite the hands around his throat, "it wouldnít
do me any good. Alex loves you now. Even if he hadnít told me, Iíd
have known just from listening to him talk about you. Heíd kill me if I
"But heíd never forgive you if you killed me
either." Mulder smiled crookedly. "He... cares what happens to
me. If Iíd opened my eyes sooneró" He broke off abruptly, shaking
his head. "But I didnít. Iíll settle for having his
friendship," he said with a painful smile. "Iíll take what I
can get. I just donít want to lose him completely."
For a moment he didnít see Vic but all the people heíd
lost, either to death or betrayal, over the years. His sister, father,
mother, Scully for a time, Diana, Phoebe... he couldnít bear to add Alex
to that list. His eyes refocused on the other man, but he had no idea that
his pain was clear in their depths.
Vic visibly wilted as he looked at Mulder, all the anger
going out of him and leaving a devastating sense of loss behind. His hands
fell away from the older manís neck, and he stumbled backwards, not even
feeling when he walked over the shattered glass. It didnít compare to
the shattering of his heart.
"Why. Why did you have to come here? God, I didnít
need to know that... that..." Stumbling away, Vic barely made it to
the bathroom before he wretched up the contents of his stomach, the bile
making his throat burn and leaving a sour taste in his mouth.
Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he sagged to
the floor, not even looking up when he heard footsteps and felt the other
man crouch beside him. "Why did you have to come and destroy my
life? You never even knew me. Iíve never done anything other than love
Alex. So why?"
Mulder stood up long enough to run the cold water for a
moment and fill a glass, then he crouched down again and handed it to the
other man. "How have I destroyed your life?" He shook his head.
"You have Alex, and heíd clearly do anything to stay with
He gestured, indicating the house, the life Alex had here.
"He put down roots for you. He wouldnít even stay on one continent
for me... not that I gave him cause to or any indication that I
wanted him to. I canít hurt you, Vic."
"But he always goes back for you," Vic whispered
painfully. "No matter where we are or what weíre doing, if the
phone rings and youíre in trouble, he is gone like a shot. God. I love
him so much it hurts. Maybe he should have killed me in New
Orleans..." Getting up, Vic felt as if heíd aged in the space of
minutes. He felt old.
The blood on the floor alerted him that something was less
than right. Looking down, he saw the cuts, and the pain finally decided to
make itself known now that his adrenaline kick was wearing off.
"Shit. If they come home and see me like this, see the house like
this... ahh hell."
Not even caring that Mulder was still in the bathroom
watching him, Vic quickly shucked out of the leather shorts and stepped
into the shower to wash the blood and bile away. "Get cleaned, clean
up the glass and the blood everywhere... come up with a reason why the
mirror got broken... explain that Alex has a Ďguestí. Shit. Alex said
heíd call before he left the Reservoir, didnít hear the phone; how
much time do I have?" Vic muttered to himself as he scrubbed
vigorously, hissing as soap entered the fresh wounds.
"Slammed the door too hard, mirror fell, got hit by
flying glass, wasnít wearing shoes and walked on a few pieces. Please
let him believe that so he doesnít get all protective again," Vic
sighed as he climbed out of the shower to find himself face to face with
Fox Mulder yet again.
"What are you raving about? Just tell him the
truth. Heíll probably be glad the shoe was on the other foot for a
change." Mulder shrugged. "You should let me take a look at
those cuts. Some of them are pretty deep." He handed Vic a towel and
turned to rummage in the medicine cabinet, finding bandages and
"Plenty of first-aid supplies, I see," he
observed dryly. "Sit down and let me see." He couldnít help
ogling the younger man a little. He was every bit as gorgeous as Alex. He
carefully cleaned the small wounds, his touch gentle and sure, and he
somehow managed not to caress all that golden skin.
"Macís the other guy you live with?" he asked
desperately, talking to distract himself from the temptation to lick Vic
from head to toe.
"Umm, yeah he is. Weíve been partners for about
three years now, and the first aid supplies are actually a little low for
what we normally go through. Our job is kinda... rough," Vic admitted
as he tried not to stare into the hazel eyes looking up at him.
"As for why... Alex tends to get, well, upset
over strange things. He nearly had fits once when I... never mind,"
Vic mumbled as he realized that in his efforts to distract himself he
nearly babbled out that heíd passed out after being fucked blind. Not a
good thing to admit to this man.
Was it just him, or was it getting hot in here? Vicís
tongue darted out to wet his suddenly dry lips as his eyes darted around
and then down to his lap that suddenly decided to twitch to life. What the
fuck was going on here? Why was he suddenly attracted to Fox Mulder
when he had Alex and Mac?
Mulder froze, staring back into suddenly dark, green eyes.
He saw the stirring at Vicís groin and knew he wasnít the only one
confused and attracted to someone he shouldnít be. Unable to resist, he
braced one hand on Vicís thigh and rose somewhat from his crouch,
pressing his mouth to the Canadianís.
His movement knocked away the towel that Vic had loosely
fastened around his waist, barely covering himself, and Mulder found his
hand inches from a twitching, growing cock. He groaned desperately.
Moaning as he felt the petal soft lips brush against his,
Vic didnít even notice the towel fall away. All he heard was Mulderís
groan. His eyes drifted shut as his brain turned off, and all he felt was
pleasure. Different, unique, not at all what he was used to, but
Letting his eyes drift open once more, Vic was faced with
reality. This wasnít Alex or Mac. This was Fox Mulder. The man who Alex
loved first. But what did he really think and feel for this man?
"You confuse me," the ex-cop admitted softly. "I should
despise you but... I donít. I donít know what I should feel."
Mulder sighed. "Iím sorry. I shouldnít have done
that... no matter how much I wanted to," he added in a mutter.
"I donít want to cause problems for any of you."
He started to stand up, but his knees had stiffened from
crouching for so long, and he stumbled forward, his hand coming to rest
against Vicís erection.
Both men froze.
Mulderís eyes slowly dropped to his hand covering the
silky hard shaft, and he watched with fascination as his hand began to
move, stroking Vic.
Vicís breath caught in his throat, and a whimper of
pleasure managed to escape. "Oh God, that feels good," he moaned
as his head lolled back against the cool tile of the bathroom, not sure
what to do or what to say.
Mulder, attracted to Vic and having wanted Alex for years,
couldnít resist any longer. Rather than standing up, he knelt down and
leaned forward, lush lips parting then surrounding Vicís cock. He tasted
so good, and Mulder wondered vaguely if Alex would taste the same.
He concentrated utterly on the shaft filling his mouth,
licking and sucking and tasting. He was almost able to pretend that this
was Alex, but in a way, he didnít want to. He pulled off only to lip
along the length of the shaft, the tip of his tongue teasing the sensitive
flesh. When he reached the velvety sac, he glanced up, meeting dazed green
eyes, and smiled. "Taste so good, Vic," he murmured before
sucking his balls into his mouth.
Oh God, was this really happening? Was Mulder actually
sucking him off? Vicís brain shut down, and his body took over. And his
body wanted - desperately.
Threading his fingers through the older manís silky
hair, Vic pulled Mulder off of him gently. "The bed is more
comfortable, and itís not that far away. Just through those doors. If
you want to, that is..." he trailed off, watching Mulderís reaction
carefully. Mulder had called him Vic, not Alex, so he wasnít just
using Vic as a fantasy tool, but still... Vic had to be sure.
Mulder laughed shakily. "Yeah, I do. Crazy
considering I just met you, but I want you, Vic." He emphasized the
manís name slightly, understanding his fears without consciously
thinking about it. He leaned against Vicís leg, pressing his erection
into his calf.
He stood up and offered a hand to the other man to draw
him to his feet, unable to resist stealing another kiss once Vic was
standing so close to him. This time his tongue explored the silky interior
of the younger manís mouth, and he moaned his pleasure.
Wrapping his arms around Mulderís neck, Vic refused to
let go of the older manís mouth as he walked them backwards into the
bedroom. When his legs touched the end of the bed, he let himself fall
backwards onto it, bringing Mulder with him.
Immediately rolling them over so that Mulder was
underneath him, Vic straddled the older man and began to strip off his tie
and undo his shirt. "Want you too, Fox," Vic replied softly,
looking down at the toned and tanned body beneath him. "God, I want
you." That said, he bent once more to recapture the lush mouth that
had tormented his now begging erection and rock hard balls.
Mulder gasped and began to squirm beneath Vicís weight,
not trying to get away but rather to get closer. His legs parted, letting
Vic settle between them, and their cocks pressed together. He moaned into
Vicís mouth, writhing sluttishly, eager for the other man.
"Fuck me," he groaned, his hands cupping Vicís
ass hard and pulling him closer.
"Fox, you need to get undressed before I can do
that," Vic chuckled softly. "And Alex says Iím a
slut," he continued with a good-natured grin.
Climbing off the federal agent in order to make it easier
to remove Mulderís clothes, Vic took the opportunity to grab the bottle
of lube from the bedside table and pull out a couple of condoms from the
drawer that had been part of the Directorís housewarming present.
"Chocolate, banana or strawberry? And donít ask," Vic grinned
as he held up the aforementioned flavor choices.
Mulder rapidly shed his jeans after kicking off his
sneakers. The boxers came off with them, and within moments he was lying
naked on the bed, his legs spread, eyes fixed hungrily on Vic.
Vicís question broke through his fog of lust, and he
mustered the brainpower to reply. "Banana," he said, then added,
"Donít put the others away."
"Got some high expectations, donít we?" Vic
replied with a quirked eyebrow. "Itís your turn, next time by the
way. I suddenly want a taste of federal agent," the younger man
continued with a shit-eating grin. "Think you can handle that?"
Mulder grinned back. "I can handle anything you can
dish up, Mansfield." He grabbed Vic and yanked him back down on top
of him, his long runnerís legs winding around the other manís waist.
"Want to concentrate on this time right now," he panted,
arching and writhing against Vicís body. "Want you in me, filling
me, making me come."
Vic groaned as heat speared him. Fuck. This man was... sex
on a stick was the phrase. Was this how he sounded to Alex? Heíd have to
suggest they tape themselves just so Vic could see exactly how slutty he
was. The thought made his cock jump.
The moan of the man beneath him made him want to be buried
in a tight sheath of flesh, but first things first. Tearing into the
condom, Vic handed it to Mulder then crawled up the older manís chest to
straddle his shoulders. "Put it on me. With your mouth only,"
Mulderís eyes widened, and a tiny whimper escaped him as
they fixed on the hard, dripping cock. Unable to resist, his tongue darted
out to taste the precome leaking from Vic. Despite the other manís
insistence on a condom, Mulder figured that Alexís lover had to be
clean, so he couldnít see any reason to deny himself a brief taste.
He pulled back and put the condom in his mouth, then held
Vicís hips as he pressed his lips against the tip of his erection,
slowly rolling the latex sheath down as he swallowed him to the root.
Slowly, reluctantly, he pulled back again, the flavor of banana strong in
his mouth, but beneath it, he could still taste Vic.
"Now fuck me!"
"Anyone tell you youíre a pushy bottom?" Vic
chuckled as he slid down Mulder enough to settle himself between the lean
thighs of the older man. Grabbing the lube, Vic made sure his cock was
nice and greasy then swung Mulderís legs up to rest on his shoulders and
slid inside the awaiting heat with a long, slow stroke.
"Fuck, so tight," Vic moaned in a daze of lust
as he finally felt his balls press against the older manís ass.
"Christ, I could get used to this. God, youíd be wonderful in the
playroom," the Agency man continued, a darkling smile spreading
across his face at the thought of Mulder chained to a wall with any number
of their toys stimulating and denying him pleasure. Heíd be beautiful in
"Playroom?" Mulder gasped, trying not to
whimper, but it felt so fucking good. His back arched, taking Vic a little
deeper inside him, and his hands gripped the other manís buttocks.
"God, please fuck me!" he wailed,
releasing Vicís ass to reach for his own cock and nipples, desperate for
"Donít worry, pretty Fox. If Alex reacts the way I
think he will, youíll get your introduction to the playroom, and Iíll
be reminded of certain pertinent facts in our relationship. And then thereís
Macís reaction," Vic grinned as he withdrew and then slammed back
into the older man, relishing the tiny yowls of pleasure Mulder was
emitting. This was much better than beating on the man.
Over and over again he slammed into Mulder, pumping into
the waiting flesh of the older man. "Thatís it. God yeah, címon,
handsome, scream for me!"
And Mulder did. He writhed and squirmed and screamed, his
hands jerking at his cock and nipples, his ass clamping down on the thick
shaft impaling him. He wailed his pleasure as he came, creamy fluid
pumping over his hand and belly. He yelled so loudly that neither of them
heard the front door open or the sound of footsteps that came to abrupt
halt in the doorway.
Alex gaped at the sight in front of him, wondering if heíd
fallen through the looking glass. There was no fucking way he was watching
his Vic fuck his Fox. But goddamn they were hot!
The feeling of Mulder clamping down on his cock in a
vise-like grip was enough to send Vic over the edge. With a quiet moan he
orgasmed and then collapsed onto Mulderís sweaty, sticky chest.
"Fuck, no wonder Alex likes driving me crazy like
that. Jesus, I thought you were gonna squeeze my dick right off, you were
milking me so hard," the younger man chuckled as he rested his weight
on his elbows and looked down at the sated man beneath him. "So, this
mean weíre friends now, Fox?"
Mulder just moaned and smiled widely, then opened his
eyes. Before he could say a word, he saw Alex and froze, huge eyes fixed
on the man staring at him in his bed with his lover.
"Umm, yeah, that would be what we just did," Vic
chuckled as he rolled off the older man and onto his back, sliding out of
Mulder with a groan. However, the look of shock on the FBI agentís face
had Vic following his gaze to the door and... "íLex?"
Alex stared in utter stupefaction at the two men in his
bed. He opened his mouth and shut it again without finding anything to
say. He watched the other two men squirm under his gaze.
"Mulder," he said finally. "You didnít tell me you knew
Vic." He stared at the pair with raised eyebrows, clearly waiting for
"I... uh..." Mulder looked from Alex to Vic and
clearly wished he were anywhere else. "I was worried about you, so I
came to see if you were okay, and I met Vic, and we..."
"Fucked," Alex supplied helpfully, the green
gaze turning to Vic inquisitively.
"Would you rather we have beat each other into a
bloody pulp?" Vic asked softly, trying to gauge his loverís
reaction even as he reached out to squeeze Foxís hand supportively.
Getting off the bed, Vic walked over to Alex and kissed
him softly. "Did you like watching us, Ďlex?" he purred,
rubbing against his mate and feeling the bulge in Alexís pants.
"What do you think?" Alex growled, taking Vicís
mouth hungrily, his hands moving over the familiar body. "Go lie down
beside him," he ordered, his eyes flicking from one to the other as
he stripped off his own clothes. "Iím going to take you right
there, beautiful, and make you scream, then Iím going to take my turn
with Mulder." Hot green eyes flashed to the wary FBI agent. "Iíve
waited long enough."
Mulder whimpered, but he didnít move.
Vic gasped as his spent and sated body began to rouse all
over again. "And whatíll you do if I donít," he smirked,
backing away from the older man. "Maybe I found I liked
topping. Fox makes a yummy bottom. So receptive and heís even sluttier
than I am. Gotta respect that in a man," Vic teased as he rounded the
bed, waiting with gleaming eyes.
Alex grinned. So Vic wanted to play, did he? "Well,
first Iíll grab you... like this," he added, putting action to the
words. "And then Iíll pull you across my lap, like this," as
he sat on the edge of the bed, close to Mulder, "and Iíll redden
your ass to remind you of what we both like, baby." His hand fell on
Vicís ass, then he paused, giving his lover a chance to object for real
if he couldnít handle this with Mulder present.
Vic squirmed uncomfortably on Alexís lap, not sure if he
could do this in front of someone else. They hadnít even played like
this in front of Mac yet. That was what decided it for him. "Punish
me later, Ďlex," he replied, voice pitched low for only his lover
to hear. "I canít do this in front of Mac yet, so donít ask me to
in front of a complete stranger."
Now that the passion was cooling, Vic began to rationalize
what had happened. Heíd fucked Mulder. Jesus Christ, heíd just fucked
Fox Mulder, and Alex had watched and liked it. And now he wanted to...
"I, umm... excuse me," Vic threw himself off Alexís lap and
headed into the relative safety of the bathroom. Oh fuck, what had he just
Alex jumped up and chased after Vic, throwing a quick
apologetic glance at Mulder as he did but not stopping long enough to say
anything. He slipped inside the bathroom and shut the door behind him,
moving to his lover and wrapping his arms around him tightly.
"Iím sorry, baby. I shouldnít have done that. I
promised you that I wouldnít, and then... All I can say is that I was so
happy that you and Mulder were... getting along that I wasnít thinking
straight. Forgive me?" he pleaded softly, knowing heíd screwed up
"I... itís just... I fucked him Ďlex,"
Vic managed to choke out. "And I like it. It was good. It was better
than good; it was great! Iím, Jesus, I really am the slut you tease me
about being. I didnít even stop to think," Vic trailed off
"What am I turning into, ĎLex?" he whispered
Alex tightened his grip on his lover, pain twisting his
face. He kept bringing pain to this man, no matter what he did. "Youíre
not turning into anything, Vic. God, baby, you were upset, and you used
sex. Men have done that since time began. But you didnít hurt him, and
it sure as hell wasnít rape, beautiful."
He sighed. "I know how sexy Mulder is, Vic. Thereís
nothing wrong with wanting him. And after we talked last night before we
came home, well, Iím not surprised you were thinking about fucking him.
Donít punish yourself, baby. You knew that he was going to be involved
with us somehow, and you were establishing yourself as higher in the
"I know. And I know we talked, and I know what I said
but... Iím scared Alex. Of losing you. Sounds crazy, but there it is. Iíve
never been so fucking terrified in my life. Facing the Tangs, trumped up
prison charges, nearly blown to bits in a warehouse - it was all a
cakewalk compared to the thought of losing you now.
"God, listen to me. Iím a fucking basket case. Look
- go play with your feebie and let me, I dunno, decompress. Heís
probably doing that thing you told me about, blaming himself. Shit, heís
even more angst ridden then I am, and thatís saying a lot. Go take care
of your Fox, Alex. Iíll be fine."
Alex shook his head emphatically. "No fucking way Iím
leaving you alone right now, Vic. No matter how much I love Mulder, I love
you more. I will not lose you, baby, not even for him."
Despite himself, he darted a glance at the closed door, not wanting to
lose either of them.
"Iím open to suggestions here," Vic sighed,
realizing that he was causing Alex unnecessary stress. "Iím trying,
Alex, really I am," the younger man sighed. "And Iím not gonna,
I mean I wonít, I mean, what I said in New Orleans isnít an option for
me anymore. Iíd be hurting too many people I love and who love me. I
know that now. I really will be okay by myself you know."
"But Iím not okay with you by yourself,
beautiful." Alex hugged him close. "Come talk to me. Youíre
crazy if you think Iím going to leave you here and go fuck him.
I..." He really wanted Vic to join him and Mulder, who was hopefully
still waiting, if not to participate, at least to be near him, maybe
watching. Alex felt his cock twitch at the thought.
"Okay, how about a compromise? You go back in and
talk to Mulder, whoís probably on the verge of hysterics or something,
and Iíll take a shower. If Iím too long, you can come and drag me out,
otherwise Iíll come back in as soon as Iím done, okay?" Vic asked
softly, leaning his head back on Alexís shoulder, hoping the older man
would go for it.
Vic needed a few minutes alone to get his head together.
So much had happened in a space of so little time. Heíd been ready to
kill the sonofabitch, and then heíd nearly made himself sick with grief
then heíd fucked said sonofabitch and found himself actually liking the
guy. And then Alex had shown up. Shit, what a fucking day.
Alex hesitated then nodded. He didnít like it, but he
knew he had to give Vic some space. His lover had told him in the past
that he hovered, and he knew it was true, but he couldnít help it. Vic
meant too much to him. "Donít be too long, Vic." He glanced
back once before he left the bathroom and returned to the bedroom.
He nearly slumped with relief when he saw that Mulder was
still there, though now dressed and standing staring out the window.
"Mulder?" he asked tentatively.
Mulder turned around and looked at him silently. "He
looks a lot like you."
"Yeah," Alex shrugged. "Weird, huh? I
suppose if we traced the family trees back far enough weíd find some
common ancestor that we both look like. Whatever."
"So now what?"
"Iíd like you to stay, for us to work out what this
thing between us is," Alex admitted. "Vicís okay with that,
and I think Mac is too. I..." He stepped forward and kissed Mulder
Mulder nodded. "But you two need to deal with...
today," he said in his usual monotone. "This can wait."
"Thereís a guestroom down the hall," Alex
Mulder nodded. "Iíll see you in the morning
He left the room and Alex sat down to wait for Vic to
emerge from the shower.
Standing under the hot spray for the third time that day,
Vic let his mind empty of all its racing thoughts. If he thought he could
get away with it, he would have headed to the hot tub instead, thrown on
one of those smoky jazz CDs he and Alex had picked up in New Orleans,
poured himself a whiskey and soda and just relaxed.
It was something that Alex had taught him actually.
Sometime you just had to shelve something and the answer would come to
you, and the best way was to relax and let go of life for a while. But
Alex and Mulder were waiting, and the water was turning tepid.
Turning off the tap, Vic grabbed his robe from the back of
the door and stepped out of the shower. A fast brush through his hair and
he was ready. Idly he scratched his stomach and realized that his hair was
beginning to grow back again. Heíd need to ask Alex to take care of that
Opening the door hesitantly, Vic popped his head out. Not
seeing Mulder and Alex rolling around on the bed, he stepped out only to
see his lover in one of the armchairs by the window. "Whereíd Fox
"One of the guestrooms," Alex replied.
"Didnít feel right to do anything else, not the way things were
between us. Told you before, I wonít put him before you. I need things
to be right between us, Vic." He stood and walked over to Vic,
placing his hands on his loverís waist.
"Lemme guess, you reported to the Director and rushed
right home," Vic smiled, changing the subject even as he moved into
his loverís arms. "Did you stop to eat at least?"
At Alexís negative shake of his head, Vic sighed in
loving exasperation. "What would you do without me to take care of
you, big bad assassin man?" the ex-cop teased his lover softly.
"Címon. Letís go get dinner started, Iím sure Mulderís
starved too and Mac is always hungry. If youíre really good, I may even
let you nibble before dinner."
"And if Iím really good at the nibbling, will you
let me taste the food too?" Alex teased back, going along with the
game. He eyed Vic appreciatively. "You planning on just wearing that
robe, beautiful? Not that I have any objections to being able to ogle you and
Mac left the Agency and drove aimlessly around before
pulling off at a parking lot next to the lake, watching the water and
thinking. Maybe if I talk to them... Doubting it would change
anything, he pulled back out onto the highway, heading for the house. Heíd
lost track of time, had no idea if Vic and Alex were back yet or not, but
he guessed heíd find out when he got there.
There was a strange car in the drive, and, as Mac got out
of the car and peered in the glass panels by the door, he could see a man
he didnít recognize talking to Vic and Alex. Looks like Mulder made
it and is still in one piece so far. A glance in a side window showed
him the table was set for three. His fingers closed on the door handle,
then Mac paused, glancing in again at the others who were deep in a heated
With a sigh, Mac turned away and headed back to his car.
This was between the three of them, what he thought didnít really matter
at this junction. Sliding in behind the wheel, he turned the key and
backed out of the drive, gunning the engine once he was on the road,
making a couple of stops on the way back to the city and his old
Theyíd coaxed Mulder out of the bedroom and down to the
kitchen to help make dinner. Alex had changed into old, faded jeans, and
nothing else, and Vic was still wearing the robe. Mulder kept looking from
one to the other, and his own jeans were growing increasingly tight. He
was wondering if this had been a huge mistake.
Watching the two men together made Mulder realize how
important they were to each other. They worked together seamlessly, only
bumping when they wanted to, touching often, frequently finishing each
otherís sentences or answering questions only half-asked. He shouldnít
"I should go," he said suddenly, startling the
two men whoíd been arguing over which spices to put into a dish. "I
shouldnít be here. Thanks for the offer of dinner though." He
smiled painfully and turned to leave, wishing desperately heíd realized
what he could have had with Alex when there had still been a chance for
Vic rolled his eyes heavenward. "Jesus, we just get
one thing settled and another pops up. Do our lives ever run
smoothly?" Shoving all the spices into Alexís arms and leaving the
ex-assassin gaping on one side of the island, Vic rounded it to glare at
"Youíre. Not. Leaving. Alex wants you here, youíre
growing on me, and you havenít met Mac yet. So shut up and deal with it,
G-man. Got it?"
Alex took one look at his glaring lover and the familiar,
stubborn expression on Mulderís face and prudently decided to keep
Mulder glared right back, looking sulky. "Look, I donít
need to be hit in the head to know when Iím a fifth wheel. You two
certainly donít need me here." He crossed his arms, looking like a
pouting child whoíd been told he couldnít have his favorite toy.
Vic stared at the other man and then quite suddenly burst
into laughter. "God, youíre doing almost the exact same thing Mac
did - only he did it better. Whatís so hard to get here, Mulder?
Alex," Vic paused a little then continued, his voice calm and even.
"Alex loves you. He wants you. I want Alex to be
happy. I also think that youíre not half bad to look at and one hell of
a workout. I could probably grow to have some rather strong feelings for
you given time to get to know you better, despite this urge I have to
march you to the playroom and paddle your ass for acting like a spoiled
and petulant child. All youíre doing is making Alex unhappy, me guilty,
and yourself into a pathetic martyr type. Get over it."
Mulder gaped at Vic, stunned by that little speech, and
ignored Alex, who was nearly doubled over with laugher on the other side
of the room. "Are you sure your last name isnít Scully?" he
"I donít get you. Why do you want me to stay? You
sure as hell didnít want me here when I got here." He stared at
Vic, honestly baffled. If he had Alex, he sure as hell wouldnít
be inviting anyone else to share.
"Who the hell is Scully?" Vic growled then
turned and threw the pepper grinder at Alex when he burst out into howls
of laughter. "Yuck it up, asshole, youíll get yours tonight,"
Vic threatened after he bit back his own chuckles at Alexís impromptu
rain dance to avoid the flying object while keeping hold of what was in
his hand. "And Baryshnikov you ainít."
Turning back to Mulder, the former cop sobered almost
immediately. "He loves you. I love him. I want him happy, and he
wants you. He gave me Mac for the same reasons and grew to love our
ex-thief almost as much as I do, so how could I do any less for him? Heís
my life," Vic replied simply.
Mulder frowned, still confused and not sure how the hell
he fit into this weird relationship, but he sat back down. "I donít
understand you," he admitted, "but I think I want both of
you." He groaned and dropped his head onto his arms, now folded on
the counter. "I shoulda stuck with aliens and international
conspiracies. They were easier."
Alex frowned slightly as he watched Mulder. He laid the
spices down on the counter and moved to Mulderís side, tentatively
placing a hand on the older manís shoulder.
Mulder raised his head, and their eyes met, each seeking
answers in the otherís gaze.
Vic suddenly felt very much like the fifth wheel Mulder
claimed he was. They were so - well so beautiful together, he thought
morosely. They have a history together that I canít share with Alex.
They have a past that I donít. Quietly backing off, he watched the
two men continue to communicate with nothing more than their eyes and
silently left the kitchen.
Moving quickly, Vic wrote a quick note to Alex saying he
was going to retrieve Director from the kennel, grabbed his car keys and
slipped out the front door.
Alex slowly lowered his head and kissed Mulder, tasting
that lush mouth, imagining that he could still taste Vic as well. Soon,
though, all he was thinking about was Mulder, how they fit together, how
much he wanted him, how long heíd waited. He pulled the other man to his
feet so he could press against him, finding an erection to match his own.
"I want to fuck you," he groaned, rubbing
against Mulder. "You gonna let me do that, Fox?"
Alex certainly did have a way of distracting a man, Mulder
groaned as he licked his lips, rediscovering his former partnerís taste.
"Damn, Alex, you really want to, here? Now? But what about Vi... hey,
whereíd he go?" Mulder asked, looking around. He hoped he hadnít
scared Vic off; he was actually looking forward to playing with both Alex
and Vic, comparing and contrasting the two, as it were.
Alex looked around and frowned when he couldnít see Vic.
He let go of Fox to look for his missing lover, discovering the note Vic
had left on the hall table. He cursed softly, but it was too late to catch
him, and glancing back at the rumpled Mulder, he realized that he did want
this time with the man. Heíd probably never have taken Mulder one-on-one
if Vic hadnít forced his hand, but he couldnít say he was sorry.
"He left to get the dog out of the kennel," he
explained, slowly stalking closer to his prey. "Heíll be back
later, but for now itís just us." He smiled slowly. "Time for us
to work things out between us. Iíve been waiting for this ass for
years," he rasped, curving his hands over Mulderís butt.
Mulder gaped at Alex and then moaned softly. "Christ,
Krycek, warn a guy will ya?" he panted then decided to turn the
tables. Pushing into Alex, he herded the younger man back against a wall
and rubbed his rock hard erection against him. "Who says my ass is
that easy to get? Vic was different. He and I were getting to know each
other. You... youíre gonna have to earn it."
Alex laughed, a wild look in his green eyes. "And how
should I earn it, pretty Fox? Should I tell you how good Iím going to
make you feel, how Iím going to fuck you till you canít walk and then
Iím gonna do it all again? Should I do that, or should I just drop down
here and suck your brains out your cock till you beg me for it?" He
laughed again, rubbing against Mulder eagerly.
"Think youíre that good, do you?" Mulder shot
back. "Maybe, just maybe I want to fuck you, pretty Alex. Did
you ever think of that?" he purred as he bent to lick his way down
Alexís neck. "After all it would be ample payback for all the times
I ended up on my ass because of you, being on and in your ass that
is. Not to mention payback for all the reamings I took from Skinner as a
result of going off half-cocked whenever you crooked your finger. You got
me in a lot of trouble, Alex, and I think you need to pay."
Alex grinned wickedly. "Is that supposed to turn me
off?" He reached down to cup Mulderís groin, moaning softly as he
traced the growing erection. "Iíve dreamed of having this inside me
for years." He chuckled. "It might be more comfortable in bed
rather than against a wall though." He licked at Mulderís lips
"My room," Mulder suddenly announced decisively.
Somehow it felt... wrong to be with Alex in his bed. Not yet. Maybe
someday but not yet, not them alone. It would have been almost - well
disrespectful in Foxís mind. "I want you naked and ready for me,
Alex. I want your ass all nice and slick and I want to fuck you so hard
youíll wince when you sit down. And then maybe, if you can get it up Iíll
let you return the favor."
Alex just grinned, knowing that Mulder would be the one
having trouble sitting down the next day. He was used to keeping up with
both Vic and Mac, and all Mulder had had recently was his own hand... and
Vic. He frowned. He still could barely believe Vic had fucked Mulder.
"Whatever you want, Foxy," he smirked. He turned
and led the way down the hall, sauntering to give Mulder a good look at
his ass. Once he got inside the room, he stopped beside the bed and
unfastened his jeans, pushing them down, then sprawled on the bed, on his
Mulder groaned and shook his head, what the hell was he
thinking? Following Alex back here, messing up his life and now... now it
was too late to back out. He was here, heíd been given tacit approval by
Vic, and Alex wanted him. This Mac person was an unknown quantity but...
he was nuts and he was horny as hell.
Following Alex into his bedroom, Mulder stood there
staring appreciatively. Different and yet the same, he really needed to
have them both naked and lying next to each other to give it proper Ďscientificí
analysis. Maybe someday soon, if theyíd let him. "Youíre...
breathtaking Alex," Fox husked as he approached the bed. "I canít
believe that youíre, that Iím here and you really want, I mean
you donít mind me, fuck I donít know what I mean. I just canít
Alex laughed. "Iíve been trying to get it through
to you for years, Mulder. Now get your ass over here and fuck me so I can
fuck you." He squirmed enticingly. "Come on, Fox. Fuck me."
Hot green eyes peered over his shoulder at the other man, and his legs
parted, giving Mulder a good look at what was waiting for him.
Gulping, Mulder looked at the feast spread before him and
before he knew it he was out of his clothes and pulling on a condom while
crawling up the bed. "I said slick and waiting. You donít seem
slick to me, Alex. Lube yourself," Mulder husked.
Alex reached over and opened the drawer of the nightstand,
pulling out the lube they kept there, just in case. He squeezed some onto
his fingers, then reached back to work one inside himself, soon adding a
second. He smiled into the pillow at the soft sounds he heard from Mulder.
"There," he said, pulling his fingers away,
"all ready. So whatcha gonna do with me?"
Mulder didnítí waste any time. Positioning the head of
his cock against the well-oiled opening, the FBI agent slid inside with a
groan. "Jesus," he whispered as he waited for Alex to get used
to him, finally believing that this was real - that he was inside Alex
When the younger manís hips thrust back impatiently,
Mulder chuckled. "That mean you want me to move or something?"
The Russian oath confirmed his suspicions, and so Mulder began to move,
slowly at first and gradually picking up speed until he was fucking Alex
with all the pent up rage, lust and what ever other emotion he had for the
man being conveyed in every jab of his hips.
Alex groaned ecstatically. Mulder was inside him. Fox
Mulder was fucking him. It was a fucking wet dream and he was wide awake
to enjoy it. He drove back, meeting each thrust, increasing the speed of
their movements, and he worked the muscles of his ass to milk the other
man. He was loving every second of this, and he intended to make Mulder
come, to make sure that he drove the other man crazy with pleasure, and
then he was going to fuck him blind.
"Thatís it, Fox, fuck me hard," he rasped,
raising himself slightly to decrease the friction on his cock.
Mulder groaned at the heated words and increased the tempo
of his thrusts. It was just so fucking good. Over and over he powered into
the body writhing beneath him until, with a last thrust and a breathless
wail he came hard, filling Alex with his seed. "Oh Jesus, that
was..." he gasped tiredly, collapsing on Alexís back.
Alex moaned, feeling Mulderís seed jet into him, and he
arched his back, keeping him deep inside, then he rolled them over so that
Mulder was lying on his back, and he carefully separated them. He turned
to face Fox, grinning at the sated expression on his face. "God, youíre
gorgeous," he breathed, taking Mulderís mouth in a deep kiss.
He reached down, finding that Mulderís ass was still
somewhat loose and slick from his earlier session with Vic, and he smiled.
"Didnít want to wash him away, huh? Iím gonna fill you again,
Foxy." He positioned himself and pressed inside, groaning as he felt
the tight heat close around him.
Mulder whimpered and thrust back against the invading
cock. Heíd been dreaming about this for years, about Alex, rat bastard,
Krycek fucking him raw. And the knowledge that the manís lover and look
a like had been there just a few hours before sent shivers down his spine
and straight to his cock.
"Oh Jesus, Alex," the older man wailed as he
felt his loverís balls caress his ass. "I canít believe youíre
really in me. Oh sweet... fuck me, please. Wanna feel you sliding in and
out of me, using Vicís come as lubricant. Want to feel the come of both
of you inside my ass," the agent panted.
The hot words did as much to heat Alexís blood as the
feeling of Mulderís hot ass gripping him. He could feel the slickness of
Vicís come filling Mulder, lubricating the older man for him, and he
"Fuck, Mulder, youíre an even bigger slut than my
Vic," he groaned happily. "So fucking good." His hips drove
back and forth, taking the man whoíd filled his fantasies for years.
"Even better than I imagined, so hot and tight, and knowing that Vic
had you like this only a little while ago..."
"You like that idea, donít you?" Mulder panted
as he fought not to howl with lust as his prostate was rubbed again and
again. "You liked watching Vic fuck me, knowing that he was yours and
that he was taking me the way you take him. I bet youíre the top in that
relationship, but the idea of your little Vic giving it to me the way you
always wanted..." Mulderís words died off as a sharp scream built
in his throat.
"Harder, Christ, Alex, fuck me already!" the
older man ordered, thrusting his hips back hard and taking his cock in his
hand to pump it. Just talking about the way Mansfield had fucked him with
Alex watching had him ready to come; it was so hot.
Alex suddenly grabbed Mulderís wrist, pulling his hand
away from himself. "Such a gorgeous slut," he rasped, nipping at
Mulderís wrist. "Ready to come again so soon? Pretty impressive at
your age, Foxy. Youíre a goddamn nympho, and if Iíd known that years
ago, Iíd have dragged you into my bed long since."
He let go of the wrist and reached between them to jerk
Mulderís cock. "Come for me, Foxy. Wanna feel you come around me
and milking my come out of me."
"If you did that, youíd never have found your
Vic," the older man pointed out as he strained underneath his loverís
touch. "And then Iíd never have been able to have the two of you or
maybe get to watch the two of you. Oh Jesus, ALEX!" Mulder wailed as
his orgasm caught him by surprise, come boiling over to coat both his
stomach and the younger manís hand as his ass muscles clenched down.
Alex groaned loudly as Mulder clamped down on him, and the
climax heíd been holding back through sheer willpower ripped out of him.
He rammed deep inside Mulder one final time, his body convulsed in a
rictus of pleasure.
Slowly, he slumped on top of the other man, rubbing
against him as Mulderís sperm cooled between their bellies.
"Yeah," he finally answered, "much better to have both of
you. All of you," he added thinking of his Macky.
He shifted to his side after pulling out of Mulder, lazily
swirling a finger through the sticky mess on his loverís belly. "I
never did ask: How long can you stay?"
"Iíve got two weeks before Skinner wants me
back," Mulder said with a sigh. "I suppose I could take my
vacation on top of convalescent leave but Scully would have my ass. Iím
actually kinda surprised she hasnít come looking for me yet. You know
how protective she gets. Not to mention pissed for taking off and not
telling her where Iím going.
"Youíre really not coming back to Washington, are
you, Krycek? Youíve really left the Consortium and the conspiracies
behind. Itís going to be strange without you in the game. Wonít have
someone to beat on anymore," Fox continued, a little melancholy at
the thought that his world had shifted once more, even though some parts
were for the better.
Alex turned his head to watch Mulder carefully. "You
ever thought of giving it up, Foxy? You found out about your sister, you
could let it go. Have a real life, you and Scully both. Youíd be
surprised at how good it feels."
He rolled to his feet and drew Mulder up as well.
"Come on, Mulder, we need a shower." He grinned at his fragrant
lover. "Not that I mind you smelling like Vic and me, but you might
want to clean up a bit."
Tobacco and alcohol, did a man need anything more? Asking
himself this question, Mac kicked his feet up on the balcony railing,
taking a deep drag off his cigarette and exhaling, sending a long stream
of smoke into the night air. A half-empty bottle of whiskey sat beside his
chair alongside a battered package of cigarettes and a lighter. Loud,
angry sounding music blared from the portable CD player - a last minute
purchase when Mac realized that he didnít have one where he was going.
His old apartment still held most of his furniture; it
hadnít fit in with the house so it was easier to let it stay. The Agency
had paid the lease for the rest of the year, a fact Mac was very grateful
for right now.
Heíd gone by Li Annís first, hoping to talk to her.
Sheíd been evasive and distant as well as smugly condescending regarding
the whole situation, so he didnít stay long.
"Depend on yourself, Malcolm. Itís safer that
way," he said aloud. "Hurts less too." This was added in a
slurred murmur as he took another swig from the bottle. He looked over at
his cell phone, fighting the temptation to flip it open and check messages
again. There hadnít been any five minutes ago, and, as heíd sworn he
wasnít calling in again, there was no real reason to touch it. Heíd
left a message at the house earlier saying that he had some things to take
care of and not to expect him back that night. To give his hands something
to do, Mac lit one cigarette off the butt of the other, then looked back
out at the night sky, letting the singerís snarling wails and the
pulsing drumbeat carry him to another place, somewhere that he didnít
have to think, or feel.
Vic drove aimlessly for a while, trying to settle his
racing thoughts. He had a fairly good idea of what was happening at home
and, surprisingly enough, he was okay with it. He was okay with a lot of
The one thing he wasnít okay with was the fact that Mac
should have been home by now but wasnít. Where was he? Flipping on his
cell phone and making a quick call to Nathan, Vic did a rapid defensive
driving type U-turn to the blast of various horns, not that he gave a
A short time later the ex-cop pulled up in front of Macís
former place of residence. God, baby, why did you come here instead of
coming home - to me? Vic thought worriedly. Walking into the
high rise and quickly going to Macís floor, the older man paused in
front of his loverís door.
His hand came out to caress the wood. If you looked hard
enough you could still see the paper thin gash where the knife had
protruded from it so long ago. He knew this place as well as he knew his
old apartment. The hours theyíd spent here arguing, debating, and
taunting each other. The days theyíd just hung out over a six-pack of
beer and a pizza watching a game together. The raw fish jokes and the dork
cracks. Vic smiled softly and instead of knocking on the door let himself
in with his spare key.
"When you didnít come home, I got worried," he
spoke gently into the darkened room, ignoring the smell of cigarettes and
alcohol. "So, is it your turn or mine to order the pizza?"
Mac stirred enough to crack an eyelid open partway, and
took a long drag on his cigarette, letting the smoke sit in his lungs long
enough to burn before slowly letting it stream from his lips. "Not
hungry," he grunted, prying his eyes open a little more and focusing
on the blurry shape near the door.
Heíd had enough to drink by now that he was feeling no
pain, and so the ex-thief giggled when he finally recognized his visitor.
"Look, itís a Thing. Not sure which one, but he should be back at
home with the other Things, where he belongs." He snickered again,
then puffed on his cigarette, singing tunelessly along with the song on
the stereo, the foot hanging over the edge of the sofa jerking in time to
"No, itís not a Thing," Vic ground out as he
stalked over to his partner and lover, snatched the cigarette away and
extinguished it. Standing over the younger man and practically breathing
smoke of his own, Vic looked down at the inebriated young man. "Itís
Vic. Your partner and your lover, remember me? The guy whoís gotten shot
for you, bled for you, cried for you, and god damnit nearly died for you
on more than one occasion. The one whoís watched your back for the past
three years even when you hated my guts? That guy."
Hauling Mac up so that they relatively face to face, Vic
ground his mouth down on the soft, mobile lips heíd grown to love so
much, ignoring the taste of tar and alcohol. "I also happen to be one
of the two men who love you more than life. And Iíve been worried sick.
If you want to sulk, fine I can live with that. God knows Iíve given
both of you enough fodder to last a lifetime, but do me a favor in the
future, okay?" Vic continued, a querulous shake in his voice.
"Call me when youíre gonna do this. You scared the shit out of me
when you didnít come home, Mac. I need to know youíre okay. I love
you, you stupid shit!"
Blinking owlishly, Mac looked up at Vic, then collapsed
back on the couch when the older man let go of his shirt, giggling again.
"Donít you check messages? I called. Came by too, but everyone was
bu-sy..." He frowned, realizing that he had lost his smoke, then
leaned over, almost losing his balance as he grabbed for the pack, only to
have Vic slap it out of his hand.
"Besides," he continued, grabbing up the bottle
and taking a slug of the harsh whiskey before he lost that too, "Vic-tor
loves Al-ex, and Al-ex loves Vic-tor. No room left for anyone else, not
even pleshant shurprishes." The slur that entered his voice made Mac
frown, and he stared at the bottle in his hand, trying to gauge just how
much he had had to drink, then finding that he really didnít care.
"Pleasant...? Jesus Christ, Mac, there is nothing
pleasant about you right now, although you have managed to surprise me.
And guess what? I still love you, you hear me? I love you as much as I do
Alex. Alex is the dark to my light, the yin to my yang, but Mac... youíre
the fire that binds us all together," Vic told his lover
Suddenly coming to a decision, Vic hauled Mac to his feet
and dragged him into the bedroomís en suite bathroom. Shoving his lover
into the shower he turned on the cold all the way and grinned as Mac
jumped, yelped and swore in various languages. "Hey. Youíre the one
who got shit-faced. Now get dressed. We have some place to go. Now!"
Macís snort of laughter turned into a startled squawk
when Vic grabbed him, then to an outraged shout when he was deluged with
freezing cold water. The shock drove most of the alcoholic haze from his
brain, taking with it the feeling of numb well-being that had settled on
"Jesus, Vic, what the fuck are you doing?" he
sputtered, thrashing around, shaking himself viciously when he managed to
get out of the shower stall. "Maybe I got shit-faced because I wanted
to and maybe I donít want to go out anywhere," he added
belligerently, scowling at the older man.
"Well Iím gonna need you to drive me back here
cause Iíll be in too much pain to do it myself," Vic replied
logically as he dug into Macís duffel bag and pulled out a new set of
sweats, tossing them at the younger man. "Now hurry up will ya?"
Walking out of the bedroom, Vic left a sputtering Mac
behind him. Grabbing the whiskey bottle, he took a couple hits before
wiping his mouth and making a quick call home to leave a message for Alex
not to expect him back that night.
"What the - Goddamn it Vic..." Mac glared down
at the rumpled clothes in his hands, and swore again. Yanking off his
sopping garments, he pulled on the sweats, clearly as annoyed with having
to go out dressed like that as with the prospect of going out anywhere at
"In case you havenít noticed, Iím probably not
the best one to be driving anyone anywhere right now," he said once
heíd thrown the bedroom door open. "And just where is so goddamn
important that you have to go there in the middle of the fucking
"I want to get my tattoo changed. I want you on me as
well. Permanent and forever. My yin-yang needs its flames. It needs
you," Vic husked as he walked over to the younger man and wrapped his
arms loosely around Macís waist. "I need you."
The younger manís expression crumpled briefly, before he
managed to rein it in. "You donít have to do that, Vic. Iím not
going anywhere, I canít," he sighed. "I was going to come
back, once you all had settled what you needed to. Just needed time to
think is all."
It was true. Maybe they didnít need him that much, but
Mac needed Vic and Alex, even though right now he almost hated the fact.
Vic was feeling guilty or sorry for him or something. Whatever it was, it
"Mac, baby, I want to do this. I need
to do this. I love you, Mac. I need you in my life as much as I need Alex.
Iím incomplete without you, you idiot.
"Have I ever, in all the years weíve worked
together, lied to you Mac? You know I havenít. Believe me now. You are
just as important, as vital to me as Alex. I donít love one of you
better than the other. I donít need one of you more than the other. Itís
equal in my mind and my heart. You both are the most important
people in my life, equally. Believe me baby. Please," Vic begged
shamelessly, his eyes glistening with the passion of his words and heart.
Mac smiled a little sadly at that. "All right, I
believe you, Victor." It wouldnít do any good to argue the point.
Besides, his head was beginning to ache, making his stomach roll. He didnít
drink a lot as a rule, and the after-effects of the whiskey were beginning
to haunt him. "Let me get my shoes on and we can go."
"Mac?" Vic husked, a hand coming out to touch
the younger manís arm lightly, almost tentatively. "Talk to me,
please? I miss you talking to me. Youíre hurting. I can see it and I
want to make it better, but I donít know how. I feel so helpless... so
"Welcome to my world," Mac whispered, his voice
hoarse as his throat closed up. He wanted to hug Vic, to clear the look of
hurt from his eyes, but it just wasnít that easy this time.
"What can I do to make this right?" Vic asked
quietly. He felt like he was running one of the Agencyís obstacle
courses with the Cleaners and Dobi hiding in the bushes with booby traps
and landmines and other surprises, but there was no way he was backing
down. There had to be a way to convince Mac he was sincere, but what?
"Mac, please, I canít do this alone, I need help - your help."
God, Vic, let it lie, Mac moaned to himself, shuffling
past the older man and turning off the CD player before it could repeat
the disc again. He started back to the couch, then gave up and simply slid
down the wall, propping his elbows on his knees and rubbing his temples.
"Look," he said carefully, trying to work the
words out in his head before he said them, but having a hard time doing
it. "Itís nothing I havenít known from the beginning, guess
hearing it threw me for a loop is all. You - you and Alex do what you have
to do, I understand that, itís nothing new. I did call the house and
left a message that I wasnít going to be back tonight, but I guess that
the Feeb had you two busy. Itís all right, Iím fine. I just needed a
break is all. A week of unrelenting dom-ing can wear a guy down." He
was rambling and he knew it, but what Mac didnít realize was that he had
no reason to know that Mulder was there.
Vic stared at his lover in shock. He had no idea that Mac
felt this way abo..."Mac, how did you know Mulder was at the house?
If you called... you came home didnít you? Oh, God, baby! Why didnít
you come in? We were waiting for you, Mac!" Vic choked out as he slid
to sit next to Mac. "What did you hear, Mac. Tell me, please?"
the ex-cop coaxed softly.
"Beat Alex to the punch with him did you?" the
younger man asked, giving a melancholy smile. "Well, guess thatís
only fair since he had me first and all. Didnít really hear anything
other than that. Decided you needed to work it out and another person
would just add problems." It wasnít the whole truth, but it was as
close as he was willing to get without revealing what heíd heard on the
"Mac, can I ask you something?" Vic asked
softly, staring down at his hands. "That first time, with Alex. Was
it love or just lust?"
Mac tilted his head just enough to give Vic a sidelong
glance, his eyes narrowed in confusion. "For me or him?" Vic
scowled, so Mac decided heíd better answer that one straight. "Lust
of course. That and a healthy dose of telling myself it was you - part of
the time." The last was admitted with a soft sigh.
"And with me, it was love?" Vic continued,
needing the younger man to admit it. He did have a point, and if Mac wasnít
so upset he was sure the younger man would have picked it up already,
which only proved just how upset Mac really was. "Were you angry with
him? Upset that it wasnít me, that he took something away that you felt
should have been yours alone?"
"Yes, but..." Mac rubbed his eyes with his
palms, feeling the headache intensify as he tried to wrap his
whiskey-soaked brain around whatever it was that Vic was trying to get at.
"I donít understand what you want me to say. Yes, I was mad at him,
because you didnít know. But I couldnít stay mad. He let me in for
however long you both wanted me, besides, it would have hurt you."
"Kinda like I feel towards Mulder. Alex wants
him, Mac. Alex loved him long before he loved me and Iíve got to accept
that if I want to stay a part of Alexís life. So I let Mulder in. And I
tried to strangle him and ended up breaking a mirror and slicing myself up
and barfing my guts out and fucking him raw to get it out of me. But thatís
it. When Iím with you - from the first time I was with you, I loved you.
You filled the spaces that Alex couldnít. You were my friend, my
strength, my partner in arms. My best friend Mac. And then you were
my lover and for the first time in my life I was truly whole and I had
family that really mattered and really loved me.
"Youíre not around until we get tired of you. Youíre
around until the end of time, baby. Youíre my family, Mac. Donít
you get it? Youíre in so deep that thereís no way to carve you out of
me. Youíre in blood and bone and muscle and most of all, in my heart.
And that wonít change. Ever."
Slowly Mac raised his head and looked at Vic, pain and
more than a bit of anger radiating from his blood-shot eyes. "Then
tell me this, buddy. When Alex told you Mulder was coming and you agreed
that he could have him, why didnít you need me then? You were going to
go off and go play poker with the Cleaners for fuckís sake. Even when he
asked you to stay with me it was like pulling bloody teeth to get a Ďyesí
out of you. How do you think that makes me feel? Did you think I was going
to gloat that he was off screwing the Feeb? Did it ever occur to you that
maybe, just maybe, it might hurt me too? Hell, I have no right to complain
about anything anyone does, so I guess it didnít."
Drained by his speech, Mac leaned his head back against
the wall and closed his eyes, wondering if the next thing he heard was Vic
getting up and heading for the door. Shouldnít have pushed,
Macky-boy. You know better than that.
"Oh God, Mac," Vic gasped. He was up on his
knees in front of the younger man, holding Mac as tightly as he could
before he realized it. "Oh sweet God, baby. I didnít mean it like
that. I... oh, God, what have I done?" the ex-cop moaned and finally
gave into the grief that had been threatening to overwhelm him all night.
Slick tears coursed down his face as he rocked against Mac, silently
begging for forgiveness.
"I knew this would happen. I knew Iíd fuck up
somehow. I never, never meant it like that, Mac. I didnít want
yours or Alexís pity. I didnít want to be poor, weak, queenie Vic who
no longer had the balls to stand on his own and bleed like a man instead
of being man enough to need to be with the people I loved.
"I was just so angry at him. He was treating me like
a child who needed to be taken care of while he planned to go and fuck...
that son of a bitch Mulder. I didnít want anger in our bed, Mac, or
pity, or rage, or any other negative emotion. I wanted to find a dark
corner and lick my wounds and hide away from the world.
"You and Alex. Youíre so much alike - strong, so
strong that I sometimes wonder what you see in me - the sappy idiot who
believes in any sob story and who gets taken for so many rides it isnít
funny. The dork. I just wanted to be strong for once, show him that I wasnít
an emotional wreck, a preening queen in a fit of hysterics. And I hurt
you, oh God, forgive me. I never meant to," Vic sobbed quietly.
"I... please forgive me, Mac, please?"
A harsh shudder ran through the length of Macís body,
and he let his head fall forward to rest on Vicís shoulder. The other
manís tears were hot against his cheek, and Mac swallowed hard, fighting
the ones that wanted to well up in his eyes in sympathy.
"Youíre crazy if you think Iím strong or that youíre
a queen," he rasped, his arms moving to encircle Vicís torso
without conscious thought or design. "I just - all I ever wanted was
to feel like an equal in this whole mess. I loved you from the start, and
Alex made me feel the same about him, and - "
Mac drew in a shaky breath, his fingers tightening in the
fabric of Victorís shirt, pulling the fabric taut across the other manís
back. "Iím just so tired of walking on eggshells, worrying that I
wonít say or do the right thing and that will be it. Li Ann keeps
telling me I let the two of you walk all over me, but I donít know what
else to do!"
His breath was coming in harsh, rasping gulps now, and Mac
fought not to lose it totally in front of his partner. "All I wanted
for the longest time was you," he continued quietly, unaware that his
tears were soaking the soft cotton of Vicís shirt. "And then you
were gone, and then Alex was here and Iíd really lost you. Then I had
you both, then I found that I wanted you both - always. I just donít
know how to keep you."
"Li Anne doesnít know shit!" Vic
snarled viciously. He really should have let Alex play with her
dammit all. Where the hell did she get off interfering in their
relationship? And she sure as hell was no Dr. Ruth, hell she was probably
just pissy because both he and Mac had moved on and were no longer playing
jackass to her dangling carrot.
"And another thing," Vic snarled, jerking away
from his lover and standing to pace as his frayed temper flared. "You
are an equal, goddammit. Jesus Christ, Mac, how can you say youíre not?
Thatís such bullshit. When are you gonna get it through your thick
skull? Keeping us isnít going to be a problem - getting rid of us might
be. Christ," Vic ran his fingers through his short hair in
"Okay," Vic came to a sudden stop, then squatted
down in front of his dumbfounded lover. "You know me, Mac. Mr.
Sentimental, Mr. Commitment, the guy who believes in making love, not
having sex. Come on, Mac. You used to drive me nuts teasing me about my
wounded dove, heart on my sleeve, in for the long haul mentality.
"You also know that after the head games that have
been played on me - by almost all the women in my life, that I
despise doing the same to someone else. I would never do that to
you, baby. I would never say I love you only to change my mind a week or a
month from now. I love you for as long as youíll have me, Mac, and
probably even longer. No strings, no conditions, nothing. And believe me
when I say Alex feels exactly the same way. Shit, heís the poster child
for obsessions are us, and I know Iím not much better.
"Okay, I admit that he and I can and do sometimes get
into this mood where all we see and hear is each other. But we each get
that way about you too. Hell, heís probably forgotten I even exist right
now because heís completely focused on getting the piece of ass heís
been lusting after for seven years, and guess what... it doesnít bother
me. Because right now, right this minute thereís no one I want to be
with more than you. If Alex were to call up right now Iíd tell him to
play with the toy he has because Iím busy. With you. Get it yet? Iím
committed. I love you and itís forever!"
Mac sat wide-eyed, his gaze trained on Victor, his
expression crumpling even as he curled in on himself. Could he have been
so blind? So focused on what he thought he didnít have that he missed
the fact that he did have it? He didnít know the answer to either of
those questions right now, but he knew one thing: today heíd done the
one thing heíd sworn heíd never do. Heíd hurt Victor, hurt him
"Iím sorry," Mac whispered, lowering his head
to his knees, but reaching out blindly for Vicís hand, needing that
anchor amidst the chaos of his emotions. "I didnít - I love you -
always will. Didnít mean..." Raising his head, his dark eyes made
luminous by the tears in them, he stared at Victor, silently pleading for
forgiveness and another chance.
"Awwh, sweetheart," Vic crooned, pulling Mac
onto his lap and cradling the younger man tightly to him. "Itís
okay. Hey, look at me," his fingers raised Macís head and gently
wiped away the tears beginning to fall. "You have nothing to be sorry
about, Mac. You were hurting and I was too wrapped up in my own selfish
problems to see it. Guess it just goes to prove we are a real
family, baby. Complete with kick ass arguments and all the other fun
Picking Mac up in his arms, Vic carried the younger man
into the bedroom and, laying him down on the bed, curled up next to him.
"Been quite the night, hasnít it? I love you, Mac," Vic
murmured, kissing each eye closed, then gently devouring his loverís
Mac hugged Victor tightly to him, his fingers clenched on
the other manís shirt, trembling as he was kissed with exquisitely
tender passion. "Think I can live without another night like this for
a while," he murmured, rubbing his face blindly against Vicís as he
twined his long limbs around his loverís body.
"Love you, donít want to think about anything. Only
that right now."
Vic smiled and used the pads of his fingers to gently map
out the curves and contours of Macís face. "I think I can help with
that," he husked, bending to nibble his way down the strong, elegant
column of the younger manís throat.
Letting his fingers drift down until the caught the hem of
Macís sweatshirt, Vic pulled it up; reluctantly giving up the tender
flesh heíd been feasting on long enough to pull the shirt off. Standing,
Vic slowly removed the younger manís track pants and briefs then
stripped out of his own clothes.
Lying down next to Mac he began to chart his loverís
body inch by inch, first with fingers then with lips. Tonight he was going
to love Mac within an inch of sanity. Tonight he was going to prove just
how cherished Mac Ramsey was.
"Victor..." Mac gasped, his breath catching in
his throat as he felt the older man work his way over his body, the
slightly rough pads of his fingertips giving way to the smooth silk of his
lips and the humid warmth of his breath.
"God, please..." He shivered when Vicís
explorations ghosted over his ribs and the ticklish spot beneath them,
then moaned when Vic nuzzled through his chest hair, rooting out the small
peaks of his nipples.
"Shhh," Vic whispered, a finger coming up to
brush against Macís lips. He groaned slightly as he felt it sucked into
the warm, moist cavern of Macís mouth. "Let me take care of you,
baby, let me make you feel good," Vic continued as he nibbled his way
from one nipple to the other than down the line of dark hair to Macís
navel. There he spent considerable time licking and delving and tasting.
As Vic played Mac suckled on his finger harder and harder.
His loverís body grew tense with need and restless with desire. This was
how Vic wanted Mac; on the edge, lost in a fugue of pleasure where all he
could see, hear, smell, touch or taste was Vic. He wanted Mac to drown in
him. Backing off slightly, Vic rubbed his cheek with its day old growth of
stubble across the younger manís taut stomach and grinned at the quiet
moan of need that emerged deep from within Macís chest.
Unable to speak, Mac whimpered around Vicís finger,
sucking it harder and deeper, the salty flavor making him crave more. His
body was on fire, lost in the maze of his loverís making, and the only
way out would be when Vic led him there.
He felt the rasp of Vicís stubble against his stomach,
and arched upward, his muscles quivering with tension. Hands scrabbled at
Vicís bare shoulders, then fell away, clenching in the sheets for want
of an anchor. All Mac knew was that he didnít think heíd ever been as
turned on in his life, and Vic hadnít even touched his cock yet. Every
touch spoke of love and commitment and Mac longed to return the feelings,
but he could only writhe on the bed, letting Vic take him where he needed
Nuzzling his way downwards once more, Vic nosed through
the soft curls that framed Macís erection. Rubbing his bewhiskered cheek
against Macís cock he delighted in the whimpers of need that emitted
from the younger manís mouth. There was no question of what Mac was
thinking of - he wasnít thinking at all, just feeling.
"Do you know how beautiful you are to me?" Vic
rasped quietly, watching Mac with almost predatory eyes. "Lean and
lithe, slim hipped and elegant. A Da Vinci model brought to life, a Greek
statue - David maybe. I would watch you walk away from me and imagine
being sheathed inside you and nearly cream. The Director used to quirk her
eyebrow as if to say ĎI know what you want.í"
Pulling his fingers from Macís mouth, Vic slid to the
foot of the bed and began to nibble on Macís toes, eliciting a giggle
from the ex-thief. "Ticklish, are we?" he smirked as he licked
his way across the sole of Macís foot. "Every part of you is
beautiful to me, Mac. From the bottom of your feet to the tip of that
snooty little nose of yours. I love you, Ramsey.
A needy whine rose from Macís throat, then fractured
when Vic licked his foot and sent skitterings of impulses up his nerve
endings. "You - beautiful," he rasped, raising his head off the
bed and staring down at the older man, his dark eyes glassy and unfocused.
Giving another moan, Mac collapsed back onto the sheets,
squirming, spreading his legs in both an invitation and a plea. He needed
to feel Vic everywhere, to push the gnawing doubts from his mind and just
luxuriate in what was happening now.
"Shhh, easy sweetheart, we have all night to
play," Vic chuckled quietly then began to work his way up the arch of
Macís foot to his ankle. He slowly charted a path up one of Macís legs
to the join of hip and groin then, despite the younger manís urgent
pleas, returned to the other foot to repeat the process. Vic was
determined to cherish every part of Mac tonight and prove just how much he
loved the younger man.
"Oh, sweetheart, the things I want to do to
you," Vic sighed as he crawled up Mac to straddle his thighs. "I
could get arrested for every sex crime imaginable. You make me wanna do
crazy things." He let a finger trace its way around Macís
collarbone then bent to rain tiny kisses on the bony protuberance.
"Wicked things to every part of your body."
"Go - go right ahead," Mac gasped, closing his
eyes, then popping them open again when the darkness made the room start
to spin lazily around him. Reaching for an anchor, he slid his hands to
Vicís legs, kneading the muscular flesh of the older manís thighs.
The butterfly soft feel of Vicís lips brushing over his
shoulders was as sharp as a brand, and Mac shuddered, only to be rewarded
for it with a nip at the base of his throat. "Need - please, Victor,
God!" The last was added in an anguished voice as he tried to pull
the other man in for a kiss but missed.
"What do you need, Mac? Anything I have thatís in
my power to give to you, I will. Just say the words, sweetheart," Vic
murmured as he began to work his way down Macís chest, teasing his
tongue through the whorls of dark hair. "You taste so good," Vic
Bringing his hands into play, Vic began to trace strong
muscles and lean planes, worshiping his lover. Dipping lower, he tasted
the salt of Macís skin and then pierced the indentation of his navel,
grinning as the younger man jumped.
"You." Mac moaned, and dragged his hands up to
Vicís hair, stroking the soft, dark strands, mesmerized by the silky
feel. "Need to taste, feel - " He drew in a ragged breath as Vic
continued to delve into his naval with his tongue. "Want you in me,
Victor. Donít want to feel..."
His voice died off, and his hands tightened in Vicís
hair, this time succeeding in pulling his partner up and in for a kiss.
Stroking every inch of velvet heat that made up Macís
delicious mouth, Vic savored his lover for long moments. When at last
oxygen became imperative, he broke off and stared down at Mac with eyes
the color of green obsidian. "Mac, you have me. Youíll always have
me. In you, over you, you in me, us both in Alex, whatever the
combination, youíre always in here." Vic raised one of Macís
hands to lick his palm before placing it over his heart. "Youíll
always live in here, Ramsey. I promise."
Feeling the heavy beat of Vicís heart beneath his palm,
Mac felt something shatter within him, and he swallowed hard to keep what
tiny bit of composure he still maintained. "Need you - both -
always," he whispered, looking up at Victor, then raising his other
hand to shakily trace the older manís face.
"Iím sorry," he breathed, staring at his
finger as he traced the smooth lines of Vicís lips. "So stupid,
couldnít believe... " He shuddered again, emotional and physical
turmoil leeching his strength away.
"Believe me, baby, I know the feeling well," Vic
husked as he rolled off of Mac and pulled him into his arms, sex leaving
his mind for a moment as the overwhelming need to comfort Mac took
"Never told you this Ďcause you were so upset at
the time and the last thing I needed was for the Director to find out and
send me away for psych evaluations, but," Vic swallowed hard at the
memory he was about to talk about for the first time since it happened.
"When you and the Director and Lexís ex-boss all
found us things got a little... well, ugly. Alex said stuff; I said stuff;
he walked away; I walked out and thought about swallowing a gun for all of
two minutes. After the shit that Li Ann, Ivy, and Gloria pulled, I kinda
didnít think I was worth a lot in the romance department. Itís one of
the main reasons I never dreamed you could want me too; I thought I was
just unwantable, unlovable. I still have problems with it, but you and
Alex, you show me each and every day that I must be because the two of you
"So, make you a deal, you give up the smoking and the
heavy drinking, and I give up the suicide pacts, and we both talk our
Mac lay still within the circle of Vicís arms, his eyes
closed again as he listened to what his partner had to say and the steady
back-beat of his heart. "Okay," he said quietly, speaking the
word into Vicís shoulder. "Donít really need to get chained to
the wall again anyway."
"Oh, I donít know, Macky," Vic grinned down at
the younger man. "You looked kinda cute up there, all vulnerable and
wide open and so easy to play with."
Pulling Mac in for a tender kiss, Vic wrapped the ex-thiefís
legs around him and leaned back until Mac was once more prone on the bed.
"Iíve been told I have very bad timing, that I should finish what I
start. I believe you said something about me being in you?" he teased
as he delicately traced the outline of Macís lips with his tongue.
"The offer still stand?"
Mac opened his eyes just enough to peer up at his partner,
but there was definitely something unfocused about his gaze. "Go for
it, Vic-tor," he murmured, running a hand down Vicís back.
"But remember, if I conk out on you in the middle of things, itís
nothing personal. Iím still just a little wasted, and I havenít slept
a whole lot the past two nights."
"Baby, if you conk out on me, then Iím not doing it
right," Vic chuckled quietly as he reached for the lube. Squirting
some into his hand, he warmed it for long minutes then smeared it on two
of his fingers.
"I love you, Mac," Vic smiled down at the
younger man, somewhat sappily. That said, he began to apply the lubricant
to the tight ring of his loverís anus, circling it slowly, building
anticipation and need.
Watching Macís face change, the emotions flit over its
expressive surface had Vic grinning. This was how he wanted to see his
lover, lost in the needs of his body. Finally giving in to what they both
wanted, he let his fingers slide inside, working the slick liquid in a bit
at a time.
Removing his fingers, he repeated the process, all the
while raining kisses over his loverís body. Taking a nipple in his
mouth, Vic began to suckle even as his hand fondled and stroked the
younger manís cock and balls. "You taste so sweet. God, youíre
addictive. Canít get enough of you," Vic murmured, staring down
hotly at the younger man.
"Please. Vic - need - please," Mac begged, his
body twisting and writhing on the bed as his lover slowly drove him out of
what was left of his mind. He was going to explode or float off into outer
space, and he needed Vicís heat and warmth to keep him in place, or heíd
be lost forever.
His long fingers dug into Victorís back, but his arms
lacked the strength to pull the older man up to where Mac needed him, so
he could only moan and beg and feel.
"Shh, easy, Mac. Never doubt that I wonít give you
exactly what you need," the older man husked as he slicked up his own
cock and withdrew his fingers. Macís moan of loss made him smile even as
he positioned the head of his arousal against the younger manís pucker
and slowly guided himself inside the waiting heat.
"God," Vic moaned quietly, needfully, as he sank
all the way into Macís body. "You feel so good, Mac. Love feeling
you around me. Love being in you as much as having you in me. You complete
us," the older man admitted quietly, eyes staring hotly at the
younger man, trying to convince with their power alone.
Vic could stand it no longer and finally began to move his
hips, slowly, stroking every inch of his loverís anus both inwards and
outwards. His hands drifted, one wrapping around Macís cock and the
other delivering light brush strokes to Macís perineum and back farther
to feel himself gliding in and out of his lover.
Mac was floating, his thoughts centered only on the
overwhelming sensation of being filled and the compelling green eyes
gazing down at him. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through him,
demanding nothing less than complete and total surrender to his lover, and
Mac gave it, gladly.
With a sobbing moan, he came, the perfection of the moment
too much to bear any longer. His muscles caressed Vicís erection as his
semen flooded the space between them, but Macís hold on Vic didnít
loosen, even when he felt his muscles begin to shake.
A few more strokes, the clenching of inner muscles and
outer, arms holding him tight and Vic was filling Mac with his seed, a
harsh exhalation and the soft murmuring of Macís name the only sounds he
made. Sinking so that he was pillowed between the taller manís legs,
lying on top of his lover, Vic continued to stare into Macís eyes until
he at last noticed the tremors.
Rolling them over until they were side by side, Vic
soothed and gentled the younger man, his fingers tracing across Macís
face and shoulders. "I love you; God, I love you, Mac. I need you as
much as I do... I need you both equally. Youíre loved, so very loved,
you dork," the older man admitted, his breath catching sob-like in
"Please, please never leave me, us,
your family again. Talk to us, yell at us, scream at us, beat the shit out
of us if you need to, but donít run away. Okay?" Vic pleaded
quietly, raining kisses and caresses on Mac wherever he could, pulling Mac
protectively into his arms and holding on for dear life.
"íKay," Mac whispered, resting his head
against Vicís shoulder and closing his eyes. "Iím just so
tired... So damned tired..." With a sigh, he relaxed more fully,
letting sleep claim him though his arm and leg stayed twined around Vicís
"Sleep, baby," Vic husked as he stroked Macís
precious head. "Iíll guard your dreams for you." Bending, he
kissed the younger manís temple and settled back into the pillow,
getting himself comfortable for a long night of protecting his younger
Glancing over at the phone, he knew he should call Alex,
but then again he also knew what Alex was probably doing at this very
moment. "Sorry Ďlex," he whispered regretfully, hoping their
lover wouldnít miss their presence all that much with his newest
plaything in residence, "but tonight youíre on your own. We came
too close to losing him today, and Iím not gonna let him down."
Gently chafing his hands up and down Macís sleeping
back, Vic smiled at how young and innocent his thief looked at that
moment. "We love you, Mac, and somehow, someway, weíll convince you
we mean it. I promise."
Shaking his head and telling himself that just because heíd
walked out when Vic started screaming at Alex for falling asleep in the
guest bedroom with the Feeb didnít mean he was running away again, Mac
headed to the gym theyíd built in the back of the house, hoping to clear
up his hangover by working out some. Maybe by the time he was feeling
human again, things would have calmed down some.
Close to an hour later, Mac heard the gym door open. He
dropped the weights heíd been working with back onto the rack, watching
in the mirror as Alex walked across the mats toward him. The older man
looked beat, that was for sure.
"Everyone still alive at the house?" Mac asked,
picking up a towel and slinging it around his neck after drying his face.
Considering the way the voices had been escalating when heíd left
earlier in the day, it was a good possibility that someone - probably
Mulder the Feeb - was lying dead on the floor right now.
Alex nodded, then rubbed at his temples, taking a deep
breath as if getting ready to continue.
"Oh no," Mac butted in. "I donít want to
hear the gory details. This thing is between you, Vic and the Feeb. After
all, considering the way I got dragged into this, I canít say a word if
you want to pull some guy who tried to kill you in as well."
"He didnít try to kill me!" Alex started
hotly, then sighed and slumped against the wall. "Sorry, Mac. The way
Vicís reacting to Mulder, that reactionís becoming instinctive. But he
really did not try to kill me. And thatís despite what I did to
him. Guess we both always knew there was something between us, whether we
wanted to admit it or not." He shook his head. "But I donít
want to talk about Mulder. Or how Vic feels about Mulder. Or anything else
for that matter. Fuck me, Macky? Remind me that I do belong here?
Please." He raised a ravaged face, looking pleadingly at his lover.
Mac frowned, concerned by the obvious affect this whole
thing was having on Alex. He knew that Vic was having problems, but now he
had to wonder if Victor was aware of how his attitude was hurting Alex.
Shaking his head and smiling slightly, the ex-thief moved
closer to Alex, trapping the older man between his body and the wall.
"You know I canít say no to you when you look at me like that, my
Thing," he murmured, sliding one hand behind Alexís neck and the
other around his waist and seducing his mouth with an open-mouthed,
His hands tightened, then moved, and Mac began stripping
Alex out of his leather jacket and gun holsters, letting the heavy
harnesses fall where they may. "You realize weíre gonna give her a
show in here, donít you?" he asked, knowing the older manís
hatred of being on the Directorís video feed.
Alex hesitated for a moment, then shrugged. "I
honestly donít care right now, Macky. I need you." He curled into
Macís embrace trustingly, his face buried against the younger manís
chest. "Why did I ever think this was a good idea?" he half
whimpered. "Theyíre gonna kill each other. I donít wanna think
about it any more."
"No, they wonít," Mac soothed, sliding his
hand under Alexís shirt and rubbing his back. "And donít, itíll
work out, I know it." He worked Alexís shirt over his arms and
head, tossing it aside before pulling his own off as well. Catching the
older manís face between his palms, he backed Alex up against the wall
again, taking his mouth as he rubbed their bodies together.
Arousal surged through Mac as his cock rubbed against the
lengthening bulge in Alexís jeans, and he pulled back enough to grin at
his lover. "Brain stop working yet or do I need to take this up a
Alex moaned, his hands cupping Macís buttocks to hold
him close, and dazed green eyes focused on the younger man.
"Oh," he murmured, "feel free to take it up as many notches
as you want." He wound his legs around Macís waist, making the
other man support his weight and totally giving up control to him. "I
want you," he rasped in Macís ear, his tongue lightly tracing the
One of Macís hands crept down the back of Alexís jeans
to tease the top of the valley between his cheeks, and he smirked as Alexís
moan reverberated in his ear. Spinning, he sent them both to the mat in a
controlled fall, landing with his full weight on the older man. Nipping
his way along the line of Alexís jaw, Mac started working his way down
the other manís neck, trading bites and licks, taking his time, wanting
to feel Alex squirming beneath him.
A fingertip flicked one of the rings in the ex-assassinís
nipples, taking care not to move the still-tender piercings too much, then
Mac laved his tongue over the tender area, tickling the spots where the
gold rings entered Alexís flesh. "Few more weeks and weíll really
be able to play with these," he murmured, lifting his gaze to look up
into Alexís flushed face, watching his eyes dilate more when he closed
his lips around one circle and tugged very lightly.
Alex groaned loudly, his back arching as he tried to press
closer to Mac. He couldnít believe how sensitive his nipples were now
that they were pierced. He had a feeling that he could come just from
nipple play once they were fully healed and Mac started in on him. His
hands skimmed shakily over Macís back, needing to touch him. "So
good. Fuck me, Mac, please. I need you right now, Macky." He squirmed
restlessly beneath his lover.
Mac smiled around the small bit of metal before flicking
his tongue over the tight bud again. He made quick work of getting rid of
their pants, then leaned over to grab his gym bag, digging through it to
find the lube he knew was in there while still managing to make Alex twist
and squirm beneath him.
"Here you go, babe," he murmured, slicking up
one finger and pressing it home between the older manís outspread legs.
"Just take care of this, and Iíll be in there." Unable to
resist the luscious treat before him, Mac leaned in and licked at the
clear beads of pre-come as he added a second finger.
Alex wailed as Mac continued to arouse him and screwed
himself down onto the invading fingers. "Not enough," he moaned,
his ass clenching around the digits, his hips thrashing as he searched for
more. "Please, need you," he begged, his legs flung wide apart.
He screamed while Mac licked at the head of his cock, his tongue delving
into the slit in search of more fluid, and his fists clenched in Macís
Mac popped the ruddy head of Alexís cock into his mouth,
sucking hard for a second before pulling back, loving the older manís
whine of need. "Iím here,í he promised, reaching for the lube
again and pulling his fingers out of Alexís ass long enough to slick
Holding his erection steady with one hand, he urged Alexís
legs up to his shoulders and slowly pressed inward, giving the other man
only enough time to get used to his girth before beginning to slam in and
out of his lover. Alex wanted not to think, and that was where Mac was
planning on taking him - both of them.
Alex wailed his pleasure as Mac took him out of himself,
short circuiting his brain until he was nothing more than an animal intent
on pleasure. He clung to the other man, writhing wildly beneath him,
seeking his pleasure. His eyes fluttered open to fix on Macís, his
arousal clear in his gaze.
His hands moved over Macís body, the tiny portion of his
brain that was still functioning reminding him of his loverís pleasure.
His hips rose with every thrust, meeting Macís motion, and both men were
panting, the sweat dripping off them.
"God, so beautiful," Mac gasped, transfixed by
the vision of sheer lust and desire beneath him. Alex was wild, and it was
all Mac could do to keep from coming at the feel of the older man gyrating
beneath him. He worked a hand between them, closing his long fingers
around Alexís cock and stroking him firmly, the clenching of the fingers
on his back telling him that Alex was getting close too.
"Do it, babe, let go," he rasped, closing his
lips on the other manís arched neck and sucking hard, raising a dark
bruise and feeling his own climax surge when Alex began to convulse around
Alex howled Macís name, his glazed eyes fixed on his
loverís as he came apart, only the thick shaft still pummeling him
grounding him. His body arched up into the pleasure, lifting both of them
off the mat. For an instant, his shoulders were the only part of him still
on the ground as he convulsed, and his fingers clenched on Macís ass so
hard they would leave bruises.
As he slowly relaxed, he could feel Mac coming inside him,
the hot spurts of his come bathing Alexís insides, and he moaned his
appreciation. Despite his languor, he continued to work his ass muscles,
increasing the other manís pleasure, and he watched Mac hungrily,
enjoying his uninhibited climax.
"Thank you," he purred, finally lying limp and
sated beneath the younger man, with no desire to move any time soon.
The ex-thief rested there for a moment, his head on Alexís
shoulder, before slowly pushing up on one elbow and grinning down at the
other man. "No thanks necessary, and Iíll gladly do it again or
have the tables turned any time you want."
He ran his other hand down the older manís side, sighing
happily as Alex shifted languorously beneath him before leaning in to
tease his loverís lips with his. "Feel like getting cleaned up and
getting something to eat? I donít know about you, but I need
fortification if we plan on going at it like that again." He
purposefully didnít mention Vic, hoping to keep Alexís mind of that
subject a little longer but knowing the older man was, if anything, even
more concerned about that whole mess than he was.
"We could shower here and go out for dinner,"
Alex suggested, betraying that he wasnít ready to face Vic and Mulder
yet. His fingers tightened on Macís back, the tension creeping back into
his body. "I almost wish Iíd never come back from Washington, just
kept going somewhere far away," he admitted softly.
"Maybe I can talk you into real Hong Kong food,"
Mac chuckled, before hearing the rest of what Alex had to say and
freezing, his expression becoming hard and remote.
"What did you say?" he asked, pushing up to a
sitting position and glowering down at the older man. "Just what was
that I heard you say?! You promised Vic youíd come back; you made me
promise to take care of him, and you fucking told me you loved me too, and
then you wouldnít come back?" His voice had risen with each word
until he yelled out the last. "Well, guess what, Mr. Krycek,
Alex cringed away from Macís anger, curling into a
self-protective ball of misery. "See?" he whispered. "I
only hurt people. Youíd all be better off without me. You and Vic would
have each other like you should, like you would if Iíd never stumbled
into your lives." He rolled away, unable to bear the angry, disgusted
expression on the younger manís face. "Vic shoulda let me pull the
trigger," he murmured almost soundlessly.
"WHAT?!" Mac shouted, his eyes widening
in shock and a bit of fear at Alexís sudden emotional collapse. Heíd
heard a little about the other times this had happened from Victor, but to
be a first-hand witness to it ... Mac felt chilled to the soles of his
Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Mac crawled over to
where Alex lay, curled in a shivering ball, and gently pulled the older
man into his arms and lap. "Youíre wrong, my Thing," he
murmured, stroking Alecís back while whispering the words into his ear.
"So wrong. We need you here with us; hell, I need you, so you had
better not go start thinking anything of that sort."
Alex was still shaking, and Mac sighed, kissing the
assassinís dark hair. "Listen, babe, I may not be Dr. Joyce
Brothers, but I know one thing. I love you, and Victor loves you; youíre
stuck with that. Itíll all work out, I swear." He kissed Alex
again, then tilted his head, trying to look into the other manís eyes as
he grinned. "Now I thought we were going to go play in the shower
then go do perverted things with some good food; you still up for
Alex simply lay in Macís embrace at first, then his arms
crept around the other man, and he slowly relaxed, a little embarrassed at
his reaction. "Sorry," he mumbled, his head still tucked beneath
Macís chin despite the younger manís attempts to get him to look up.
Finally he sighed and raised his head, knowing he couldnít hide in Macís
"Yeah, a shower and some food sounds good, maybe some
authentic Chinese? I havenít had any decent squid since I was in Hong
Kong." He smiled a little shakily, but it was a real smile.
Mac rubbed his thumb over Alexís cheek, then kissed him
tenderly. "Not sure if I helped any, but Iíll keep trying to
distract you." His arms tightened around the older man again and
returned the smile.
"You ever know me to turn down authentic Chinese? And
you were in - when were you in Hong Kong? Wait, wait, donít tell me; Iím
sure itís one of those things I canít know."
"You help a lot, Macky," Alex said quietly, his
smile steadying and widening a bit. "I really do love you, you
know." He laid his head against Macís shoulder for a moment.
"Donít know how you put up with all the emotional storms, but Iím
awfully glad you do." He chuckled faintly. "And to think that
the dragonlady thinks youíre the immature one of the group. Someday youíll
have to tell me why you put on the act."
He glanced up, sitting up straight again, the usual facade
back in place. "As for Hong Kong... I was there for about a year a
while back, working with a gunrunner while I tried to recover some ground.
The people I worked for and I had had... a parting of the ways." He
laughed harshly. "They tried to blow me up, so I decided it was time
to move on. Anyhow, as usual, Mulder stumbled into the middle of things
without having a clue what was going on, and I ended up back in the States
after having an alien parasite take over my body." He was tired of
lying to Mac and everyone else and vowed that he would give an honest
answer to any of his lovers if they asked him something, no matter how
painful it was to him. Or how unlikely, he added, seeing the skeptical
expression in Macís eyes.
"Hey, you asked. Iím not going to lie to you,
Macky, but my life has been less than ordinary." He shrugged,
standing up gracefully. "Now, about that shower and dinner?" He
offered the still sitting man a hand.
"Yeah, sure." Macís expression had changed
from almost bashfully pleased at the complement to totally incredulous
when Alex talked about Hong Kong. Aliens? Was he serious?
Apparently so, from what he said next, but Mac still wasnít quite sure
what to think of the whole thing.
What he did know, however, was that apparently Alex
thought he was telling the truth, and, well, that was good enough for Mac.
He also wanted to get going on their other plans, so he grasped the older
manís hand and stood, not letting go of Alex until the shorter man
"Shower, take out food, and then how Ďbout we go
make a spectacle of ourselves on Church Street?" he asked, stopping
only to grab their clothes before herding his lover into the shower.
"Besides, if you donít mind, Iím interested in hearing how your
night with the Fe - with Mulder went. You saw Vic and me; I think itís
only fair, right?"
Alex chuckled, then groaned happily when the hot jets of
water beat down on his body, melting the tension out of him. There was nothing
that couldnít be improved by a hot shower.
"Take out and a spectacle sounds good to me. I havenít
been down to Church Street for a while," He leaned back against Mac
as the other man ran soapy hands over his chest.
"As for Mulder, well, if Vic leaves anything of him
and he doesnít head for the hills, youíll be able to see for yourself.
Iím not giving you two up to have him. But if you want details, I
suppose this once I could kiss and tell." He grinned, turning around
to start washing Mac, and stole a quick kiss.
"Anyone ever tell you that youíre a greedy son of a
bitch, Alex?" Mac laughed, sliding his lather-filled hands over the
shorter manís chest and shoulders. His eyes went half-lidded as he
enjoyed the glide of the other manís palms over him, then a mischievous
twinkle entered Macís eyes.
"And yes, I want details, especially considering the
fact that I see marks on you that I know I didnít put there, and I donít
think Vic did either." Winking, Mac stepped back a little and studied
the purplish bite mark at the hollow of Alexís hip.
"So tell all, babe, and donít mind me if I play
some while youíre doing it." Kissing Alex, Mac then dropped to his
knees before the older man, nuzzling his flat stomach and flicking his
tongue out to tickle his navel while he worked at washing Alexís legs.
Alex moaned softly. "God, that mouth should be
illegal," he gasped, tilting his head back under the water for a
moment. "Couldnít we have this discussion after I get some
food? Iím starving, Macky." He saw the suspicious glance and bent
over to kiss the other man quickly. "I promise Iíll tell all, but I
really am hungry. And frankly, Iíd like to get out of here before Vic or
Mulder appears. Iím not ready to deal with them just yet."
He turned a pleading look on the other man.
"Sure, Alex." Mac offered the older man a
carefree grin and climbed back up to his feet, kissing Alex and making
sure that all his expression showed was what he wanted it to. Pulling the
older man out of the shower, Mac leisurely dried them both off, then gave
Alex a small push toward the other room.
"Get those clothes on, then, and weíre outta here.
Anything else can wait until weíre all ready for it." He waited
until Alex vanished, then grabbed his clean clothes from the hanger,
dressing quickly and trying hard not to think too much about the whole
Alex dressed rapidly, barely glancing at the garments he
pulled on once heíd made sure they didnít clash. He returned to the
other room in time to see the expression of unease on Macís face.
"I do love you, you know, Macky," he said
quietly, smiling faintly at the startled expression on the other manís
face. "Thatís why this is all so hard. Iíve fallen in love with three
men, three very different men." He sighed, shaking his head. "I
think youíre the only sane one of the lot of us sometimes."
He moved closer, wrapping his arms around his loverís
waist. "I know itís not fair to expect you to keep the rest of us
on an even keel all the time, but right now, I really need you, babe. Iím
so tired." He laid his head on Macís shoulder for a minute, just
enjoying a moment of peace.
"But right now, Iím hungry," he
announced. "Letís go eat." He smiled the familiar wicked
Mac hugged Alex tightly, a denial on the tip of his
tongue. Biting it back, he simply shrugged and let the older man go so
that he could grab his coat. "Better get you fed then. Iíll get
yelled at if I donít take good care of you, right?"
"Iíll drive," he continued, nudging Alex out
the door and toward his car. "I know exactly the place to get the
chow. Lemme call ahead, and we wonít even have to wait for it."
Pulling out his cell, Mac hit a preprogrammed number, then, after the
other party answered, slid into fluid Cantonese, ordering enough of a
variety of food to satisfy the hungriest of appetites.
Terminating the call, he slid the phone back in his
pocket, then climbed into the black sports car, waiting until Alex was
buckled in to start the engine and pull out of the drive.
"Okay, you want the run down on whatís what?"
Mac chuckled, pulling cartons from the bags and setting them on the table
in front of Alex. "Or you want to take your chances?"
Theyíd appropriated the picnic table in the small
park-like area just off of Church Street, and the bustle of the evening
traffic, pedestrian and vehicular, provided a backdrop. Settling onto the
bench across from Alex, Mac twirled one of his chopsticks around his
fingers, then plunged them into one of the containers, scooping out a
chunk of squid and holding it out to the older man. "Címon, babe,
Alex opened his mouth, letting Mac feed him. After heíd
swallowed, he smiled at his lover. "Youíre assuming I donít know
what everything is... and that I didnít understand every word you said
when you placed the order. I told you I lived in Hong Kong for a
while." He shrugged, accepting another bite of squid.
"Mmmm, thatís good. Best Iíve had since I was
there in fact." They ate a large portion of the food, then slowed
down as their appetites were satisfied.
Alex shifted so that he was reclining on the bench, his
head on Macís thigh, and stared up at his lover. "Now, Macky, tell
me why you refuse to believe that I love you."
Mac shook his head as he set the chopsticks in one of the
now empty cartons and regarded the older man. When was he ever going to
stop underestimating Alex? Every time he thought he had him pegged, the
other man showed another side of himself that had been kept hidden.
"Itís the closest Iíve found here to the real
thing," he answered, running a hand through Alexís hair when he
changed positions. Macís smile died away, however, when he heard his
loverís next question. Scrambling for a way to deflect the conversation,
he grabbed onto an earlier comment, hanging on for dear life.
"Thought I was supposed to be hearing the torrid
story of your night with the Feeb," he reminded Alex, grinning as he
slid a hand along the exposed part of the older manís chest. "You
promised, after all."
Alex frowned. "And Iíll keep that promise. But the
story isnít going anywhere, and itís beginning to seem like you might
be if we donít get this straightened out. I love you too much to let
that happen." He sighed faintly. "Leave it to me to fall in love
with men as emotionally insecure as I am."
"Is it Mulder? Did I push too much to get him? Or is
it something about me that you canít believe I can really love someone?
Please, Macky, donít shut me out. You made me love you, annoying brat
that you are; donít pull away from me now." One of Alexís hands
clenched on Macís thigh. He was desperately afraid of losing Mac, having
allowed his emotional stability to become dependent upon his two lovers.
He couldnít lose either of them.
Fuck, what is with these two? Mac muttered to himself,
lifting his gaze to stare out over the street, watching the passers-by as
they strolled along. First Victor, now Alex; God, what did they want, for
him to dissect his emotions right in front of them?
"Itís not Mulder. How could it be about him; I
havenít even met the guy yet. If you want him and he wants you now, good
for the two of you." He picked up one of the white cartons again,
playing with the remaining food for something to do. "And I certainly
donít believe you canít love people. Anyone whoís ever seen you
looking at Vic knows thatís bullshit."
He sighed, and set the food back down again, forcing
himself to look at Alex. "I heard some things I took the wrong way,
but Vic straightened me out. Iím dealing with it; donít worry. Iíll
still be here to keep you two from going off the deep end."
Alex sat up and turned to face Mac, kneeling on the bench
between his loverís legs, leaning in close. "Macky, I donít need
you to keep me from going off the deep end; I need you because I love you.
You. Not just Vic. I donít know whatís going on in that gorgeous head,
but get this straight: I. Love. You."
He gripped Macís shoulders and shook him in frustration.
"Why wonít you believe me?" he growled, seeing the insincere
smile and disbelief in the brown eyes. "If you can see the love when
I look at Vic, why canít you see it when I look at you? I love you both.
Not one better than the other, just differently because youíre different
He stood up, practically vibrating with tension.
"Fuck! Do I have to stand here and yell my love at the top of my
lungs before youíll believe me?" He was so focused on Mac and so
frustrated that he hadnít even noticed the crowd of interested
spectators theyíd gathered.
Mac slammed his fist down on the table and shot to his
feet, glaring at the older man. "Maybe you do! Maybe I want to see
one of you crazy because of me and not just coming to me to put the pieces
back together after youíve had a melt-down. Maybe I want a chance to let
go once in a while!"
He spun around, nearly slamming face first into a tree
behind them, then froze as he heard a snicker from the direction of the
street. Turning slowly, Mac studied what was now a small crowd, spotting
the joker, who was now tittering out giggles into her - his - its neatly
"Honey, if you donít want him, send him my way. I
promise to take real good care of him," the transvestite
purred, cocking out one leather and fishnet clad hip and blowing a kiss at
Flabbergasted and hearing a sick gurgle of shock from
Alex, Mac simply stared at the manís elaborate makeup and flaming red
hair, then he started to laugh. "No way, sister," he said
weakly, backing up to stand in front of Alex and wrapping his arms
backwards around the shorter man. "Heís half mine, and what isnít
belongs to someone even nuttier than I am when it comes to him. Youíre
out of luck."
Alex gawked at the shemale and pressed a little closer to
Mac for protection. No way did he want anything to do with that... man?
woman?... whatever it was!
"Sorry," he offered weakly. "We come as a
set, and our other thirdís waiting for us at home." He eyed the
crowd nervously, not accustomed to public displays. Usually people who
intruded on him ended up dead.
"Letís get the hell out of here and back
home," he hissed in Macís ear, desperate to get away. "And donít
think this conversation is over, you raving lunatic. We are going
to straighten this out, and you will believe that I love you. And
so does Vic."
The transvestite pouted out a magenta lower lip at that.
"Well, if yíall ever decide to break up the set, let me know."
She tossed her hair back over her shoulder, then sashayed off through the
"Maybe I want to stay," Mac shot back.
"After all, youíre the one that sheís all hot and bothered
for." He settled back down on the bench, stretching his legs out in
front of him, resting his elbows on the tabletop behind him.
"Besides, thought you didnít want to go home yet -
or do you think Vic and the Feeb are done with round two yet?"
Alex sighed. "Theyíre probably done yelling and on
to the fucking by now. Both are pretty irresistible, and though they try
not to admit it, they like each other. You should see Ďem, Macky. Theyíre
fucking gorgeous together, and Mulderís turning out to be the biggest
slut Iíve ever met. Heís always ready to get fucked." He
shook his head wonderingly.
"Youíre not going to believe it the first time you
see them. But no, Iím not in any rush to go home right now. I like
spending time just the two of us. Just... fend off the locals for me, Ďkay?
Iíd hate to have to shoot one of them." He straddled Macís body,
then settled onto his lap, a little twitchy at having his back to the
street and the people but trusting Mac to warn him of any danger.
He rested his hands on Macís shoulders. "Now then,
Macky. I believe I was telling you that I love you, and you were refusing
to believe me." He smiled crookedly.
"No," the younger man corrected wryly, "I
believe I was having a tantrum, and you were hiding from your
admirer." He felt Alex tense on his lap and shook his head as he
brought one hand up to stroke the other manís back. "Relax, my
Thing; I promise I wonít let anyone touch you."
He paused at that, then snorted out a laugh. "God, I
sound like you talking to Vic. This is getting too weird even for me. I
thought it had hit the roof when the Feeb showed up and Vic let you go
Alex frowned. "You honestly thought I would leave
you, you and Vic, for Mulder? Damnit, Mac, what do I have to do to
convince you? You two are my home. The first home Iíve ever had since I
was a kid and my mother died. How could you believe Iíd ever give that
up, give you up?"
He slumped forward, his head leaning on Macís shoulder.
"I donít know how to convince you," he whispered in a small
voice. "Iím afraid of losing you, Macky. Tell me how to make you
Mac sighed and ran his hand up Alexís back to gently
stroke his dark hair. "I do believe you, most of the time. Itís
just - " He shifted on the bench and looked around, noting that they
werenít garnering any more attention than any other couple on the street
at this point.
"You arenít the only one who never had a home - not
one without contingencies anyway." He shook his head when Alex
started to object, then continued. "I know you and Vic donít have
any either - here." He pointed to his head. "But it takes a
little longer to seep down lower. I guess - I guess itís just coming in
in the middle of things or something. I guess I still havenít figured
out where I fit in."
"Stupid, I know, but I guess we all have our
problems. Tell me, is the Feeb as fucked up as the three of us are?"
Alex burst into laughter. When he could speak again, he
raised his head, wiping away tears of laughter. "Oh, I needed that.
And yeah, Mulderís about as fucked up as a human being can get. Of
course, there is some evidence to the effect that he may not be entirely
human, but thatís nothing to do with us. Mulderís probably had a
shittier life in some ways than any of us. He just had more money to fall
"Hell, he thinks heís in love with the man who
killed his father." Seeing the question in Macís eyes, Alex added,
"I did kill Bill Mulder, but the juryís still out on whether
he was Foxís father."
He stared with every evidence of fascination at Macís
chin. "Thereís still a lot you donít know about my past, some
stuff Vic doesnít know either. Iíve been afraid to tell you, afraid
you couldnít accept what Iíve been and done." His fingers
tightened on Macís shoulders.
Relieved that, once more, the conversation had changed
directions, Mac cupped Alexís chin, tilting the older manís head until
he was looking into a pair of wary green eyes. "Alex, youíre
sleeping with a guy who looks like your twin. Hell, the rest of the world
probably thinks you are twins or something. If I can deal with that, I can
handle anything. That Vic can goes without saying. Youíll tell us what
you need to when the time is right, and weíll still be there when itís
"Of course," he continued, a half-smile tugging
at his lips, "my version might take a bit longer than Vicís."
He rubbed Alexís back again, then slid his hand up to the older manís
neck and pulled him in for a kiss. "As for Mulder, sounds like heís
fitting in just fine in the asylum already. Wonder if we went to the
reservoir, if we could snoop around and see if the Director has any video
feed of whatís going down there right now? Might be entertaining. You
say the Feeb is a bigger slut than Vic? I canít believe it."
Alex smiled slowly, finally starting to believe that Mac
wasnít going to leave him. He leaned in closer for another kiss, more
intense than the last as his usual forceful personality returned.
"You almost make me wish she did have lines
into our house, just this once. You wouldnít believe those two together.
When I walked in yesterday afternoon and saw them..." He shivered
ecstatically at the memory.
"Fox begs really prettily, and Vic plays him
well." He grinned, rubbing against Macís growing erection.
"Like that, huh? So, shall we go home and see what theyíre up to or
find a good spot to take the edge off?"
"Guess theyíll have to give us a repeat show so
that I can see," Mac chuckled, his eyes going dark and slumberous as
Alex arched harder against his body. "And you still have to tell me
about what happened last night. Might make a good story to hear in the
He threaded both hands through the older manís soft,
dark hair, tilting his head back so that he could nibbled at the long
lines of his throat. "And if you tell it good enough, I promise to
find us somewhere out of the way to stop so that I can give you a story to
tell him when we get back home."
Alex moaned, startling himself with the hungry sound.
"Damnit, Mac, I want you," he groaned, knowing he wasnít going
to get anything till Mac was ready to give it. He rubbed harder against
Macís erection, nearly whimpering when the younger man held him still
and just looked at him.
"Okay, okay," he grumbled, standing up to head
back to the car. "Last night... Well, after Vic disappeared to go
find you, Mulder and I ended up in the guest room. Iíd wanted him for
years, and I almost couldnít believe it was real." He grinned
suddenly. "Vicís come dripping out of his ass convinced me it was.
"Anyway, Foxy surprised me by wanting to top, the
remnants of his old aggressive tendencies, I guess, and I had no problem
with that. The man is endowed!" He grinned at Mac again and
kissed him quickly. "I pick good lovers.
"So he took me, then I found out what a slut he
really is Ďcause he came again when I took him. I didnít even need
lube, Mac. Heíd never cleaned up after Vic fucked him, so Vicís come
had him nice and slick for me. After that we moved to the shower where he
sucked me off... heís got a talented mouth too. Iím looking forward to
seeing you and him together, babe. Those lips..." Alex tugged
teasingly at Macís lower lip.
"Thatís about it, Macky. We crawled back into bed
and didnít wake up till you and Vic got home. And then Vic and Fox got
into it again. Guess I shoulda moved back to our bed to sleep, huh?"
He sighed, shoulders slumping a bit.
Mac wrapped an arm around Alexís waist as they walked
toward the parking lot, his hand resting low on the shorter manís hip.
Heíd been more concerned about his two lovers than Mulder earlier this
morning, so he really hadnít gotten a good look at the older man. Alexís
tale, as well as the definite deepening of his voice when he told it, made
Mac a little more interested in making the Feebís acquaintance.
"Hey," he growled, feeling Alexís shoulders
round as he started fretting again, "considering how long you say youíve
wanted this guy, Iím surprised you were even able to wake up this
morning when we got home. Theyíll work it out, and, as you said, Vicís
probably fucking Mulder through the wall as we speak."
Sensing that Alex was still brooding, Mac spun the other
man around, pressing him against the window of one of the stores that
lined the street. "Listen to me, Mr. Krycek. You keep telling me to
believe you, so believe me when I tell you this will all be fine." He
leaned in, devouring the other manís mouth and grinding their bodies
together until he was sure the only thing on Alexís mind was his need to
"And if you bring it up again before we get home, Iím
going to take a page from your book and paddle your ass - right out here
in public if necessary!" Sliding a hand between them and squeezing
the hot bulge of Alexís cock, Mac then hefted the older man over his
shoulder, carrying him toward the car and ignoring the laughs and stares
of the others on the street.
"Mac!" Alex yelped, grabbing at his lover when
he was tossed over his shoulder. "Put me down, you lunatic!" His
command was less than stern, however, since he was laughing helplessly as
he issued it.
The wolf whistles and appreciative comments from many of
the people on the street had him wishing the earth would swallow him, and
Macís hand on his ass made him want to just sprawl and get fucked. He
groaned when he looked up and saw the transvestite was back again, leering
"Macky, that... guy... is back. Get me the fuck out
of here!" He squirmed a little, biting back a moan when that ground
his erection into his loverís shoulder.
"Awww, the big, bad assassinís scared of a guy in
drag?" Mac snickered, running his hand over Alexís butt, dipping
his fingers between the other manís thighs to tease his balls, then
wincing when Alexís jump at that almost sent them both to the ground.
He got them back to the car, ignoring the folks trailing
along behind after the redhead, who kept calling out advice to them.
Setting Alex back on the ground, Mac immediately pushed the shorter man
back on the hood, then crawled up over him, straddling his hips as he
licked and nipped at Alexís mouth and throat.
Sliding backwards until his feet hit the ground again, Mac
grinned at the other man, who was lying there on the car, looking
thoroughly debauched and as if he didnít care if he never moved again as
long as he was fucked right there and then. "Come on, my Thing,"
the younger man purred, running his hands up Alexís thighs, then
grasping his hands, tugging him off the car to lean against his side.
Blowing a kiss at the shemale who was applauding, Mac
bundled Alex into the car, letting his hands roam as he did so, grinning
at the older manís groans of need. "And you say Mulder and Vic are
sluts. Letís get out of here. The minute we get somewhere private, I
want you back up on that hood, then you can have what you want." He
downshifted as they roared out of the parking lot, sliding his hand over
to Alexís crotch and kneading the taut denim as he drove.
Alex just blinked at him, his brain switched off by the
overpowering lust he felt at that moment. After a moment, he blinked,
sense returning to the glazed green gaze, and his legs spread wider to
give Mac better access to the bulge straining the crotch of his faded
"Hurry up, Macky," he urged huskily. "Iím
gonna hold you to that. I want you so deep inside me that I feel you
touching my tonsils." He covered the exploring hand with his own,
pressing it tightly against himself, then grinned wickedly.
"And in the meantime..."
He twisted sideways in the seat, then slid down to kneel
on the floor and leaned over to place his head in Macís lap. With his
teeth, he slowly unfastened his loverís pants, then lapped at the rigid
cock like a kitten with a saucer of cream.
A soft groan echoed through the interior of the small car,
and Mac let his head thump back against the neck-rest. He fought the
desire to close his eyes and just enjoy the velvety feel of Alexís
tongue sliding over his cock, knowing that having an accident right now
would do neither of them any good.
"You make me come now and youíre gonna have to work
to get me hard again so that I can fuck you," he rasped, threading
his fingers through Alexís hair, stroking his head in time with the
burning licks on his cock.
Once they were off the surface roads, Mac floored it,
testing his control and his concentration as Alex continued to tease him,
keeping him hard and aching, but not quite giving him enough to come.
"You are so in for it now, my Thing," Mac
growled, bringing the car to a squealing halt at a scenic overview on a
side road. "You know where I want you, now get up there."
Fighting a chuckle at Alexís mad scramble for the door, Mac took a deep
breath to center himself, then flipped open the glovebox and grabbed the
container of lube that was in there.
"Donít leave home without it," he grinned,
easing out of the car after checking that the brake was set, then ambling
around to the front, stroking himself through the open fly of his pants.
Alex nearly tore the handle off the door in his haste to
get out of the car, and he was tugging at his pants before his second foot
hit the ground. By the time he draped himself over the hood, his pants
were around his knees. He kicked off his shoes and the jeans, leaving
himself naked from the waist down as he lay on the warm metal.
He watched Mac approach him, his lips parting hungrily at
the sight of Macís erection framed by his open pants. "God,
Macky," he groaned, "I want you so much it hurts."
Macís brows drew together in a frown, and he leaned in,
bracketing Alexís body with his arms, just letting his body brush
against the older manís as he nibbled on his ear. "Canít have
that. I donít want to see one of my Things in pain; it makes me
Teasingly, he brushed his cock against Alexís ass,
smirking when the other man bucked violently, cursing and demanding to be
fucked right now. "God, I love you like this, ĎLex," he
chuckled, squeezing some of the lube out onto his fingers and making fast
work of stretching the other man.
When all Alex could do was moan and hump back and forth
between Macís fingers and the carís hood, the younger man took pity on
his lover and himself. Slicking up his cock, he pressed the head against
Alexís anus, then paused. "So you really love me?" he asked,
his tone of voice betraying his grin.
"Sadistic bastard!" Alex wailed. "I love
you when youíre not trying to kill me!" He squirmed wildly, trying
frantically to lunge back and take Mac inside him. "Fuck me, damn
He clawed at the unyielding metal of the car, his ass
pressed against its rapidly cooling surface, and he wailed desperately.
"Please, Macky! Need you!"
If he could have, Mac would have laughed, but instead, he
lunged forward, sheathing himself in Alexís body and pinning the older
man against the car. "Not quite wine and roses, but Iíll take
it," he breathed before closing his teeth on the side of Alexís
neck, pistoning in and out of his body, adoring the tight heat sucking at
One hand crept across Alexís chest to tickle the rings
handing from his nipples, and the other worked lower, finding and stroking
his cock in time with Macís thrusts. "Iím fucking you, babe. Now
I want you to do something for me. Hold off. Donít come until I say
"Whaaaat?" Alex wailed again, dismayed at what
Mac was asking of him. "Noooo! Please, Mac, I canít." He bit
down hard on the soft flesh inside his cheek, trying to distract himself
from the exquisite sensations racing through his body.
"Come on, Macky, let me come. Too much, too
good." He writhed like a pinned butterfly, his back arching deeply as
he tried to take Mac deeper. "God, so fucking good! More, please,
harder," he whined.
"After coming as much as you have the past two
days?" Mac asked incredulously, freezing when he felt Alexís
frantic bucking underneath him, his grip on the other manís cock
loosening until it was almost nonexistent. Much more of this and he
was going to come, and Mac had no intention of doing that until heíd
given Alex what he was begging for.
"Just a little longer," he crooned, continuing
to stroke into his lover, this time angling his thrusts away from the
older manís prostate. No way Alex could come now, not without any kind
of direct stimulation.
"Now!" Alex whined, frantic as Mac continued to
tease him. "God, please let me come. Iíll do anything you want,
please, Macky, love you, want you..." He whimpered and squirmed,
hands scrabbling uselessly at the body-warm metal.
His legs rose to twine around Macís, attempting to pull
him closer, his weight now balanced only by his hands on the hood.
"God, please, Macky, so good..." He was so fucking close, all it
would take was a single touch on his cock or against his prostate.
As much as he wanted to tease Alex a little more, the
desperate need in the other manís voice won out. Leaning in close to
Alexís ear, Mac closed his hand around the older manís erection,
pumping it hard as he drove into Alex, the blunt head of his penis rubbing
against the bump inside his body.
"Come for me, my Thing," Mac purred, feeling
Alex twitch and stiffen beneath him, and his own orgasm boil in his veins
in reaction to the spastic clenching of his loverís muscles around him.
Alex arched so hard it seemed his spine must snap, his ass
pressing against Mac so close that not even a breath of air could pass
between them. "Oh god, yes, like that, fuck, Maaaac!"
He shuddered, lying limp against the car, and he wasnít
sure that heíd ever move again. Mac had nearly driven him out of his
mind, and heíd loved giving up control to his lover. He flexed his ass
slightly, purring at the sensation of being filled, wishing they could
stay like this forever. Well, with the addition of Vic. And Mulder.
"Mmmm, thank you," he murmured, raising his head
slightly to kiss Mac.
The younger man licked at Alexís lips once the kiss
broke. Resting his forearms on the car alongside his loverís shoulders,
Mac relaxed, sandwiching Alex between his body and the carís hood.
Kissing his way along the other manís tanned shoulder to
his throat, Mac bit down on the tender skin lightly, then chuckled.
"For being a sadistic bastard?"
"That too." He arched slightly as Mac bit him,
enjoying the faint sting. "Love it when you get all controlling and
make me crazy. Howíd I get so lucky? You and Vic, and I even
straightened things out with Fox so heíll visit." He shivered
happily. "Never thought Iíd have a life like this. Not bad for an
ex-assassin, triple agent, huh?" He smiled over his shoulder at Mac.
"So, shall we go home and see whether theyíve
fucked themselves into total exhaustion?"
"Maybe you should buy some lottery tickets
tonight," Mac laughed, kissing Alex before slowly pushing off the
older man and straightening up, supporting Alex as he followed, until he
could get the feeling back in his legs.
"And home works for me." He grinned as he bent
to grab Alexís discarded clothing, a devilish glint in his dark eyes.
"If they have fucked each other immobile, I get first shot at the
Feeb. Figure he canít shoot me if heís out of it."
"What do I need lottery tickets for? I already have
everything I could ever want." He grinned at Mac as he reclaimed his
clothes and righted himself. "As for getting home, Iíve already
said I want to see you and Mulder together. Youíll be gorgeous. Two
long, lean guys." He licked his lips. "Wonder if we can film
it." He grinned at the other man as he climbed back inside the
"Well, whatcha waitiní for?" he asked with a
laugh. "Two eager sluts await us."
Mac swiped at the creamy streaks on his hood, then gave it
up for a lost cause. "You owe me a car wash!" he yelled, zipping
up his pants and setting his clothing to rights.
Climbing in on the driverís side, he eyed Alex, then
ruffled his heir. "Donít ya mean three sluts?"
Alex smirked. "Naaawww. Youíre pretty, but youíre
not a slut." He ducked the half-hearted punch Mac threw at him,
"As for the car, tell ya what. Iíll help you wash
it tomorrow." Seeing that Mac looked less than impressed by his
offer, he added, "You donít want to go out in the sun with me, in
cutoffs, with buckets of water and hoses? Macky, Macky, Macky. I thought
you had more imagination." He chuckled. "We should get Vic and
Mulder to help too."
He leaned his head on Macís shoulder and unfastened the
younger manís shirt so he could toy with the soft hair on his chest. He
seemed perfectly content to rest there, petting Mac, all the way home.
"Hey, sleepy-head, wake up." Mac shut off the
engine, then gently shook Alexís shoulder, waking him from his light
doze. "Weíre home, and the house is still standing; thatís a good
He stretched, then grinned at the older man. Alex still
had that half-asleep look to his expression and, for a second, Mac caught
a glimpse of what both he and Vic must have looked like as boys.
"Think weíd better go see if the interior survived?
After all, there are two beautiful, slutty men in there just waiting for
us." He waggled his eyebrows, then glanced down at Alexís crotch.
"If youíre up to it, that is."
As Alex thought about who was waiting for them inside the
house, it soon became very clear that he was more than up for it. He sat
up a little, turning enough to kiss Mac easily while one hand came to rest
in the younger manís lap.
When their lips finally parted, he grinned at his lover.
"Looks like weíre both up for it, Macky. Or is that a gun in your
He straightened away, opening the door and getting out
before Mac could reply, his giggles floating back inside through the open
"Come on, Macky, we canít lose. Either we see them
fucking, which is a thing of beauty," he added reminiscently,
"or we find them between rounds and can have them."
"And he says Iím a lunatic," Mac
snickered, easing out of the car, then swaggering along behind Alex,
lengthening his strides until he was right behind the older man.
"Iíve got my six-shooter right here, cocked and
ready to fire," he drawled, dragging Alex back against his body, then
letting him go to sprint around the ex-assassin, barreling through the
front door and upstairs ahead of him.
Peering in through the partially open bedroom door, Mac
waited until Alex caught up with him again, then looked over his shoulder
and grinned. "Awww, arenít they cute all curled up like that? Be
even cuter awake though."
Meeting the older manís sparkling green eyes for a
second, Mac winked, then kicked off his shoes. Taking a running leap, he
dove for the bed, wedging his lanky body between Vic and Mulder. "Hi,
honey, Iím home," he crowed, taking in Vicís sleepy grin and the
Feebís look of incomprehension. "Itís my turn now, right? Alex
Alex leaned against the bedroom wall, laughing so hard he
couldnít stand up straight. When he finally caught his breath again, he
introduced, "Mulder, meet Mac, the final member of our happy family.
Mac, Mulder." He sauntered over to the bed, perching on the edge, and
leaned over to kiss Vic. He loved him warm and drowsy like this.
"Well, Macky?" he said when he finally stopped
kissing his double and was comfortably settled on the bed, back propped up
by pillows. "Itís your show now."
"And it looks like Iím playing to a packed
house," the ex-thief snickered, twisting his head over his shoulder
to kiss Vic as well, then turning back to Mulder.
"Mmm, my Things were right; you are pretty," he
murmured, brushing a thumb across the older manís lower lip, then
sliding his hand behind Mulderís head and into his hair, pulling him in
for a kiss.
Startled, Mulder remained unresponsive at first as this
stranger kissed him thoroughly. That soon changed as he could taste Alex
in the manís - Macís? - mouth, and his skill drew Mulderís full
participation. He went from a limp and sated puddle of a man to whimpering
softly as he squirmed against the man ravishing his mouth.
When Mac finally drew back, Mulderís eyes fluttered
open, and he turned a dazed expression on the men watching him. "Uh,
hi," he offered, blushing slightly.
"Told ya," Alex chortled, petting Vic lightly.
Mulderís eyes darted to him, and he flushed more deeply
at the knowing expression in the green eyes. When he glanced at Vic and
saw the same amusement, he turned scarlet. Despite his embarrassment,
however, he seemed in no hurry to release his hold on Mac.
Vic grinned and snuggled into Alex, his eyes lazy with
sated pleasure as he watched Mac discover the other manís truly
awe-inspiring need to slut around. "Theyíre kind of pretty
together, arenít they, Ďlex?" he murmured, watching the two men.
"Theyíre the same body type, long and lanky,
brunette, with those gorgeous, fuckable lips. I think theyíre going to
be fun to watch, donít you?" he sighed, nuzzling against Alexís
neck a moment even as his ass rubbed against his loverís cock.
"Hi," Mac grinned, rolling Mulder to his back
and straddling the older man on his hands and knees. Tilting his head, he
glanced over at Vic and Alex, and winked at them. "Donít worry, you
wonít get bored watching, though I somehow doubt thatís all youíll
Turning his attention back to Mulder, Mac nipped at his
full lower lip, then back along to his ear. "Promise you wonít get
bored either. Iíve heard a lot about you; canít wait to see if itís
Sitting up long enough to strip out of his shirt and undo
the waistband on his pants, Mac then lowered himself back onto the FBI
agent, who was squirming a bit by now. "So many choices," he
murmured to himself, running a hand down Mulderís side, "suck and
fuck or sixty-nine or just get down and dirty."
He paused, head cocked to the side as he thought, then
smirked. "I like the first idea." Without preamble, he scooted
down the bed, nuzzling Mulderís stomach, then swallowing his cock,
sucking him to full erection in no time at all.
Mulder yowled, throwing his head back, as Macís mouth
engulfed him. What a way to meet your loversí lover, he thought;
it was almost surreal this relationship that heíd been dragged - well,
heíd thrown himself into.
The man gorging himself on Foxís cock reminded the FBI
agent of a deranged sprite or sex starved worshipper of Bacchus from those
old mythology texts heíd read. Mac Ramsey had dark curly hair, darker
eyes and a body that was a work of art in its lean angles and long planes.
And the manís mouth - god, Ramsey could have made a fortune with it; he
was better than anyone Fox had ever been with save for the other two in
this bed! No wonder each man seemed so possessive of his mates, and how
the hell did the three of them walk?
Turning his head to the side as he let sensation after
sensation bombard him, as Mac fed on his cock and fondled his balls,
Mulder came face to face with a truly breathtaking sight: Alex and Vic
curled around each other so that you couldnít tell where one ended and
the other began, just two incredibly like faces bearing similar smirks
watching as Mac took him and drove him insane.
Vic reached out with one hand to tweak one of Mulderís
nipples while Alex did the same to Vic, and it was if a circuit had closed
and the connection between all four men was complete with Mulder acting as
the conduit of their lusts.
Wailing, Fox orgasmed long, thready streams of semen into
Macís mouth, his hands wrapping themselves in the soft brown curls as
his hips bucked helplessly. "Jesus, oh sweet," he panted and his
long arms curled under Mac Ďs shoulders and he found the strength to
haul his youngest tormentor up in order to ravish those beautiful,
bee-stung lips. Tasting the warm remains of his come on Macís lips made
him moan even more and spread his legs wider. "I believe you said
something about fucking me next?" he husked, staring up into
saturnine eyes full of mischief, mirth and lust.
Alex shuddered as he watched Foxís extremity. God, the
man was gorgeous when he came, and to see Macís mouth around his cock...
He tilted Vicís head up to ravish his mouth, his own cock twitching
despite how thoroughly Mac had drained him only a short while before. When
the need for oxygen forced their lips to part, he tucked Vicís head back
onto his shoulder, his hands running over his loverís body while they
watched the other two men.
Mulder lay, legs spread and a smug grin on his face,
watching Mac with anticipation. He raised a knee, hips rising slightly for
a moment, displaying himself. Despite having just come, he desperately
wanted to be fucked, and not just by anyone, by this man, Mac, whoíd
been a stranger only a few minutes ago. Knowing that Vic and Alex were
watching just turned him on more, and he whined quietly.
"Damn, you were right," Mac breathed, licking
his lips, his gaze flicking from the arousing sight of the FBI agent
squirming on the bed in front of him to the equally alluring view of Vic
and Alex twined around each other. "Heís the biggest jin yan
Iíve ever seen - I think I like him."
Grinning as Alex whispered the translation of his
Cantonese to Victor, causing both of the men to chuckle in agreement, Mac
turned his attention to the newest member of their grouping. Leaning in,
balancing his weight on his knees and one hand, he kissed the older man
again, exploring each bit of his lips and the darkness behind them.
Snagging the lube from the nightstand, Mac slicked up a finger, then eased
it inside Mulderís body, smirking when he found the other man already
loose from his earlier round with Vic.
"Definitely a jin yan," he purred as
Mulderís hips arched and the older man tried to take more of Macís
fingers into himself. "A very greedy one too." After slicking
himself up, he pressed into the Americanís body, taking up a strong,
driving rhythm that was fueled by Mulderís gasps and whines for more.
"Fuck, theyíre pretty, arenít they?" Vic
husked as he rubbed his ass back and forth against Alexís stirring cock.
"Forgive me for being such an ass about this? You were right, just
like you always are." Turning his head, Vic kissed his lover softly.
"I love you, Ďlex," he whispered, eyes adoring the man whoíd
brought him so much pleasure in life. "Thank you for waking me
up." Turning back to the gorgeous sight of Mac fucking Mulder, Vic
purred like a well-stroked and contented cat, basking under Alexís
petting and growing hard at the two handsome men before him.
Mulder was mewling hungrily as Mac fucked him. The younger
man felt fantastic inside him, was driving him insane, and Mulder felt
himself stirring again. After months of celibacy, in one incredible day heíd
been fucked by three gorgeous men, one of them Alex Krycek. Life didnít
get any better...
His thought were scattered by a direct hit on his prostate
that made him scream and arch up under Mac, arms and legs wrapping tightly
around him. "More!" he wailed, driven beyond all rational
thought by the ecstasy coursing through his blood.
Alex watched eagerly, surprising himself by not being
jealous of either Mac or Mulder as they pleasured each other. He loved
them both and simply enjoyed the beautiful sight of the two men together.
As he watched, he fitted himself to Vic and pushed inside him with a
hoarse groan of pleasure. "Love you too, beautiful," he replied,
holding Vic tightly. "Think you can hold on for a while? I want to
watch them just like this, me inside you, getting harder and hotter,
listening to them, and then take you after they come."
Vic whimpered low in his throat. Alex always found a way
to drive him even crazier than the last time. "Christ, Alex, youíre
gonna kill me one of these days," he moaned quietly. The feeling of
the older man inside him, not moving, just being there, was impossible to
He wanted to move. He wanted to rock back and forth,
impaling himself on the cock in his ass. He wanted to clench his muscles
tight and milk Alex for all he was worth as he watched Mac and Mulder fuck
each other into oblivion. But instead he shivered and froze, staying
perfectly still, his own cock weeping constantly as his eyes were glued to
the erotic tableau before him.
Mac arched his back, thrusting deeper into Mulderís
body, watching through narrowed eyes as the older man writhed beneath him,
every stroke seemingly driving him farther into the realm of sensuality.
Looking down at the flushed skin and unfocused hazel eyes, Mac understood
what Alex had meant when he said that Mulder wasnít quite sane, but
then, who of them was? Insanity just added a little more spice to their
Twisting his hips to hit Mulderís prostate and
shuddering at the tremor that went through the agentís body, Mac left
off kissing him for a moment to look over at Vic and Alex. "Mmm, I
think weíre gonna get a show after," he murmured, leaning back in
to lick at the curve of Mulderís ear. "Youíre in for a treat,
Feeb. You ainít seen nothing until youíve seen Alex taking Vic."
Mulder stared up at the stranger fucking him, and the
words gradually registered through the haze of pleasure. Slowly, he turned
his head to the side, ever louder cries of pleasure erupting from him, and
focused on the two identical men lying beside him, watching him get
royally reamed. Dear God, the way they were lying, on their sides with one
of Vicís legs hooked over Alexís, he could see that Alex was buried
deep in his ass!
The sight pulled another whimper from Mulder, and he tore
his eyes away, turning back to Mac and increasing the speed of his
movements. "Fuck me, damn you!" he nearly screamed, rearing up
to bite at one of Macís nipples.
"Fuck, look at him," Alex breathed into Vicís
ear. "He gets as wild as you do, beautiful. Just think, once they
come, Iím going to do that to you, make you scream and beg for it."
He rubbed his stubbled cheek against Vicís neck, still somehow remaining
motionless. Teasingly, he trailed a fingertip along the length of Vicís
cock, just barely touching him.
"Bastard," Vic whimpered quietly, his eyes glued
to Mac pounding into Mulder almost violently and Mulder taking it and
demanding more. "Do I really look like that when I get going?"
he blushed. "Never knew since you and Mac were the only ones to ever
get me like that, and itís not like I could see my face when we...
damn!" Vic breathed, somewhat awed by the whole thing.
Mac heard his loversí quiet conversation only as a
murmured backdrop to his and Mulderís panting. For the moment he didnít
care what Vic and Alex were doing; his whole attention was centered on the
writhing man beneath him and with his impending climax.
He slammed into Mulder as the federal agent bucked up to
meet him; the tremors surrounding his cock as the older man came drew a
strangled groan from Macís throat, then he was coming too, driving
deeply into Mulderís body one final time before half collapsing on top
of him, kissing him lazily as they both succumbed to the post-coital
Vic leaned forward, separating himself from Alex slightly.
A shaky hand came out to trace along Macís sweaty back, down the divide
of his ass and down further still to feel where the younger man was still
embedded in Mulder. Vic could feel Macís seed seeping out of the FBI
agent, and he whimpered quietly. "Fuck, that was hot," the
ex-cop sighed in appreciation. "And I really get like that?"
this last was directed back to Alex, Vicís eyes gone a hazy green with
Moving back, impaling himself on Alex yet again, Vic
whimpered and melted into the older man. "Ya tebya lublyu, onya
moia. Ya vas lublyu oba, mozhet byt vse."
Mulderís arms curled around the man atop him, soft
whimpers escaping him as tremors of pleasure continued to rock his body.
His tongue rubbed against Macís as they kissed, and he thought he might
never move again.
Alex watched the other pair hungrily, watching each sign
of pleasure in them, and his hand curled around Vicís cock, languidly
stroking him, knowing that Vic wanted more but enjoying building the
anticipation in them both.
"Yeah, youíre wild when youíre hot and hungry,
babe," Alex whispered throatily in response to his loverís
"But itís all up to you now, beautiful," he
rasped in Vicís ear, his tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive
curves. "Iím not going to move. Fuck yourself on me, Vic." He
spoke just loudly enough for Mac and Mulder to hear him.
Hearing Alexís husky command, Mulder turned his head to
the side to watch them, a tiny gasp falling from his lips at the sight
that met his eyes.
Groaning faintly, Vic began to cant his hips back and
forth, establishing a slow, sensual rhythm that had both men desperately
wanting more. He wanted to drive Alex insane, wanted to have the older man
begging and pleading for Vic to bring him off.
Undulating against the hard body behind him, Vicís hand
slid between their bodies, and every time he pulled off of Alex, he
stroked the now exposed flesh with the tips of his fingers. He milked the
cock in his ass with slow contractions, loving the rasping breath and the
obvious strain in Alexís body as he fought to let Vic do all the work
and not take over and slam into the teasing hole that held him so tightly.
Mac smiled, watching Vic and Alex through half-lidded
eyes, his hands still moving lazily over Mulderís sides. "Never get
tired of watching the two of them," he murmured, stretching out an
arm to run his hand down Vicís chest and twining his fingers with Alexís
as he stroked the other manís erection.
Alex bit his lip to hold back a moan of pleasure as Vic
teased him, his fingers gripping Macís hard as he fought to hold still.
"Beautiful brat," he laughed huskily, dragging his tongue over
Vicís shoulder. "Mmm, you taste good." He gasped as Vicís
ass seemed to ripple around him. "God, stop teasing and ride
"But teasing you is so much fun," Vic chuckled.
"I get such incredible reactions when I do. Besides, I wouldnít
want you to get bored with me." But even as he said that, the motion
of his hips increased in speed ever so slightly, just enough to elicit a
warning growl from Alex. Eyes dancing, he looked toward Mac and Mulder and
winked slyly. "Sounds like someone is getting a little testy back
Mulder chuckled, leaning against Mac and nuzzling into
him. "He always did have trouble waiting for what he wanted."
"I waited for you," Alex growled. "Then
again, when I saw Vic, I took him right away." His free hand curled
over Vicís hip, gripping him hard enough to bruise. "Just remember,
beautiful, revenge is sweet." He nipped sharply at the nape of the
other manís neck.
"Why do you think I do it, Ďlex?" Vic laughed.
"I always love your revenge. Though these days you tend to get Mac to
help out more often than not, and I end up a complete wreck. And I get
these looks from the Director when that happens."
Vic groaned as his prostate was nudged on the instroke of
his last thrust and bit his lip hard. Clamping down around Alex, he began
to withdraw again, only to slam back a little faster than the last time.
The long wait finally getting to him, he was so close it wouldnít take
much more to send him over the edge. The feel of Macís and Alexís
hands on him, the clear appreciation in Mulderís eyes, the feel of his
loverís hot breath on his neck, the sound, the scent, everything goading
him to orgasm. Faster and faster he pressed back, finally giving in to the
need, one hand curling around Alexís and his breathing coming in ragged
"God!" Alexís fingers closed convulsively on
Vicís and Macís as his lover rode him to his climax, making the
ex-assassin cry out as he came buried inside the grasping heat of Vicís
body. "Love you," he panted, leaning over and turning Vicís
head to the side so he could kiss him.
The combination of the hot rush of semen within him
combined with Alexís groan and the tight heat of two hands wrapped
around him was all it took to push Vic over the edge as well. Keening as
he came, Vicís eyes slid closed, only to open again and refocus on
Mulder, whose jaw had gone slack in appreciation of watching the almost
identical men both reach their orgasms and the look of almost pained
pleasure on their faces.
"I can see why you donít get tired of watching
them," Mulder husked. "That show is worth its weight in gold.
And youíve got private seats to it any time you want it."
"Gold? Platinum at the very least," Alex
"The fucking Hope diamond," Mac murmured.
"God," Vic groaned, rolling his eyes. "Next
thing Iím gonna hear is that weíre the fucking crown jewels of
England." This didnít stop the blush from spreading across his
cheeks at the effusive praise, something he still wasnít used to despite
the amount of praise he got from Mac and Alex. To hear Mulder add his
appreciation just added that extra bit of heat to his cheek.
"We look good; I think we get the point. Kinda."
"I can guarantee you got it," Alex chuckled,
drawing him back so he wouldnít slip out yet. "And took it very
"God, two of you are even sexier than one,"
Mulder gasped, squirming slightly. "Iím never going to want to
leave." Realizing what heíd said, he paled and looked down, biting
"Well, we can always tie you up and keep you in the
dungeon," Mac chuckled, feeling the tension race through the feeb and
sympathizing with how he was feeling. "That way your government canít
come looking for you."
Vicís eyes narrowed at the FBI agentís slip up, but he
said nothing. What could he say that wouldnít result in a bad reaction
from one or all of his current bed partners? It was neither the time nor
the place for it; nonetheless, he couldnít stop the tension that
permeated him. How could he say anything at all?
It didnít mean he had to like it though. Squirming
slightly, Vic tried to extricate himself from Alexís embrace. "Iím
sticky; I think I need a shower," he muttered.
Alex tightened his arms around him. "We all could use
one. Weíll go in a few minutes. Just stay put for a moment,
Mulder sat up, looking away from the others. "I
"Donít even start it again, Vic," Mac said
sternly, giving his partner a look. "Remember what you told me? It
goes here too, you know."
Vic fought visibly to get himself under iron control.
"For... Fine, Mac, youíre right," he muttered, looking away
from everyone, his body suddenly rigid.
Closing his eyes, Vic tried to breathe away the tension
and concentrated on letting every part of him slowly relax. He shut
everyone and everything around him out for long moments while he
desperately tried to find the calm center he had possessed once upon a
time before his green-eyed devil of a lover burst in on his life and
introduced him to the often darker side of himself.
Not that he was complaining or anything, it was just that
sometimes he really missed the lone wolf ex-cop he used to be, the
responsible, reliable, calm and mature leader of the Directorís
little band of secret agents. The one who didnít sometimes feel like he
was out of control and flying blind or coming unglued.
Not that Vic would trade his life and his lovers for what
he used to be, but there was something to be said for the emotional
isolation of his past. On the other hand, he adored both Alex and Mac with
every fiber of his being and knew that he was nothing, just a shallow,
burnt out husk of a man without them. So Vic did the only thing he could
at the moment. He swallowed his fears, buried them deep down inside and
tried very hard to simply be.
"So, anyone up for that shower yet? Congealed come is
a bitch to get off, even without body hair," he managed to get out at
last, trying for some semblance of a normal tone in an effort to appease
his less than thrilled lovers.
Wincing at Vicís displeasure, clear no matter how hard
he tried to hide it, Mulder stood up, reaching for his clothes. "I
really should get going. It was nice of you to let me stay last night,
but... I should get back to Washington. Wouldnít want Scully to come
looking for me, after all," he tried to joke, knowing it was falling
Sighing, Alex finally let go of Vic and sat up after
carefully separating them. "I thought you two worked out your issues
earlier while we were away."
Mulder shrugged. "Weíre okay on our own, sort of.
But Iím the interloper here, and I know it. You three... well, a day
late and a dollar short as they say. My own fault."
"Jesus, do I have to lock you all in the basement to
deal with this?" Mac sighed, rolling out of bed as well and snatching
Mulderís clothes from his hands and tossing them toward the closet.
"Either that or Iím going to get a gun and shoot myself in the head
to put me out of my misery. Weíre adults here, or weíre supposed to
be; can we act like it?"
"Mac," Vic started and then thought better of
it. "Just ignore me, okay? Iím an idiot and quite obviously a
jackass. And Iím starting to fucking itch here, so I am going to
take a shower."
With that, Vic stood and headed into the bathroom.
"But that doesnít mean Iím saying that you canít join me. All
of you, feebie, you included, got it? Shit, and here Iíve been accused
of having a fucking martyr complex. Itís nothing on the prince of
persecution back there," the ex-cop muttered as the door swung shut
"Youíre staying, Mulder, got it?" Alex said
emphatically. "We all want you to. Weíll figure this out. If Macky
here could learn to live with me, we can learn where you fit in
Looking uncertain for a moment, Mulder finally smiled
shakily and nodded. "Whatever you say."
Mac chuckled and caught up to Vic, wrapping an arm around
his waist and nipping the back of his neck. "Talk about impossible
tasks. As for them getting used to me... Well, I get along with everyone."
"Sure they do. Thatís why Jackie tried to kill you
the first time she met you," Vic replied, rolling his eyes at the
younger manís ego.
"Iím sorry, Mac. Iím trying. Really I am,"
he continued, his voice going low. "Iím just really lousy at
sharing the people I love, and I love the two of you with everything I am.
Both of you, you know that, right?" Looking back over his
shoulder, he glanced at the younger man through the water spray. "Be
patient with me?"
Mac shrugged one shoulder eloquently and hugged the older
man to him. "Hey, I love you; patience is included in the deal. If it
had been you and me together and then first Alex, then Mulder came in on
us, Iíd be twitchy too."
"But we keep making it work, and it just keeps
getting better," Alex added as the other two men joined them in the
bathroom, drawing Mulder into the shower as well, an arm around his waist.
"And itís not like Iím going to be here
much," Mulder said quietly. "My life is still back in
Washington. But... Iíd like to visit again if thatís okay with all of
"Well, Alex keeps saying you grow on people. If I can
put up with Nathan, I guess I can put up with you too," Vic offered.
It wasnít exactly an invitation to the Ritz, but at least it was an
honest one, and it was more than he ever thought heíd be able to offer.
Hopefully it would be enough for now.