A Well-Kept Man 
 Author: Mice 
 Email: just_us_mice@yahoo.com 
 Category: Doggett/Byers, Skinner/Langly implied 
 Rating: NC-17, mild consensual bdsm kinks 
 Summary: Doggett proposes an... arrangement. 
 Archive: Basement, Lone Slasher, Countermeasures, LGM Fanfic Bunker, Glass
 Onion, all others ask. 
 Website (sorta): http://www.livejournal.com/users/mice1900 
 Spoilers: Do they even have those anymore? JTS does NOT exist. 
 Disclaimer: We deserve 'em more than CC does. They still belong to him,
 though. 
 Author's Notes: This one is all Amazon X's fault. Magnificent thanks to
 Mistress LadyKate for her advice on the mysteries of tying people up and
 doing yummy things to them. 

 OFFICES OF THE LONE GUNMEN 
 TAKOMA PARK, MARYLAND 
 7:48 PM 

 Doggett had arrived hours earlier, wanting information on a suspect in a
 case involving several bizarre deaths, cause unknown. His suspicion was
 that the suspect was a SuperSoldier, but he said very little about it to
 the Gunmen. His only clues were an encrypted computer disc and a map. This
 wasn't unusual. Mulder frequently came to the Gunmen for similar services,
 offering equally little information. This incident, however, had required
 Langly and Frohike to head out for some funky poaching, leaving Byers at
 the office to work on the decryption project. 

 Byers stayed in contact with his partners, listening idly to their quiet
 banter over the scrambled channel, but focusing most of his attention on
 the project at hand. He was nearly done, but it was sounding like the other
 men would be in for a very long night of surveillance and a possible
 breaking and entering. He felt uneasy sending them out without him, but
 knew they could handle the job, and someone had to stay and deal with the
 encrypted files, after all. 

 He could feel Doggett shifting impatiently behind him. 

 "I'm almost done, Agent Doggett. About five more minutes. Do you want some
 more coffee while I finish up?" 

 Doggett sighed. "Sure. It's gettin' to where I'm gonna need some dinner
 soon though. You?" 

 Byers looked up at the clock. It was an early night yet, but he was feeling
 rather peckish. "Yeah, I could go for something. Just let me finish this
 up," he said. "I have some pastry to hold us over until we can get
 something delivered, though, if you're into that kind of thing." 

 "Sounds like a possibility. What you got?" 

 "Hang on..." Byers typed in a few more commands and waited. Finally, the
 computer beeped. "Okay, done." The files, formerly an explosion of random
 trash on the screen, began resolving into text, graphics, and tables. It
 would take the decryption algorithms about ten minutes to get everything,
 and he'd need that to happen before he could advise Langly and Frohike on
 the situation. They needed a file name so they would know where to start
 looking. 

 Doggett leaned over Byers' shoulder, starting to read the data as it
 scrolled along. Byers rose and headed for the kitchen. Doggett was still
 leaning over the computer when Byers returned, a tray in hand, with two
 large slices of fresh fruit tart and two cups of coffee. 

 "Come sit down," he said, setting the tray at a clear work table and
 pulling up two chairs. Doggett looked over. 

 "Fruit tarts?" Doggett sounded surprisingly enthusiastic. "Those look
 pretty good -- oh, hey, fresh razberries! You get 'em at Chez Croissant?" 

 Byers gave Doggett an odd look. "Um, yes, actually." Chez Croissant was an
 upscale bakery in a part of town heavily populated by the gay community.
 Granted, Chez C served a wide variety of other clients as well, but Doggett
 didn't seem the sort to randomly haunt French pastry shops. He struck Byers
 as being more a plain old fashion donut man, really. A Dunkin' Donuts type.


 Byers mostly went there for the pastry, which was excellent, but he did
 sometimes allow himself to appreciate the scenery in the neighborhood. Now
 and then, he found himself the object of a little scenery appreciation as
 well, but picking up strangers did nothing for him. It was too risky, and
 considering what he did for a living and the people he knew, the risk
 extended beyond the usual fears of disease or picking up an abuser. For all
 he knew, a Consortium agent might try to pick him up, especially since They
 were following him around; he knew for certain it was happening after the
 incident in Las Vegas with Timmy Landau. 

 Doggett watched Byers looking at him, sizing him up. He'd surprised the guy
 with the question, and knew his gaydar had been right the first time he'd
 met the well-groomed hacker, in Scully's basement office. He could also see
 that Byers had tripped to the significance of the question. He figured
 there wouldn't be much need for beating around the bush if he decided he
 wanted Byers. Agreement, yes. Subtlety, sure. Fancy talk about emotions and
 'orientations,' no. Doggett knew the man was shy and more than a little
 timid, and didn't talk much unless he had something to say. That was fine
 with him. 

 The two watched each other quietly. "I need to go check the decryption
 progress and let the guys know what they're looking for," Byers said. "Back
 in a minute." 

 Doggett watched Byers move as walked over to the computer. His gait was a
 little odd but pleasing. There was a certain grace to his movement, and
 even under the cheap suit, he could tell Byers had a good ass. He called
 out for pizza while Byers was busy. 

 Byers put the comm link to his ear. "Guys, got it." 

 "'Bout fuckin' time," Langly whispered. 

 "What'cha got, buddy?" Frohike asked. 

 "You're looking for a file named TREYNOR. That's
 tango-romeo-echo-yankee-november-oscar-romeo. I can't tell if it's data or
 hardcopy. There's no indication of what's in it, but the blueprints in the
 material show a safe concealed in the wall in a third-floor office. I'll
 take a wild guess and suggest it's the building you're surveilling. I'm
 sending you the info now." Byers' fingers flew over the keyboard, his
 movements controlled and precise. His friends would receive the decrypted
 file within moments on their laptop. 

 "Got it. We're gonna be about four more hours, dude," Langly said. 

 Byers nodded. "Understood." He took off the comm link and turned to
 Doggett. 

 "They say it'll probably be about four hours." 

 "So where's that other guy who's been hangin' out with you?" 

 "Jimmy? Yankees home games this weekend." Byers shrugged. 

 Doggett grunted and nodded, sipping at the coffee. "Hear they're doin' good
 this season. Wish I could be there." 

 Byers returned to the table and started on his tart. Neither spoke until
 they were finished eating. 

 "I'll get the dishes out of the way," Byers said, reaching over for
 Doggett's things. 

 Doggett rose and took the tray, setting his own plate and cup on it. "I'll
 help ya with that. It'll only take a minute." 

 Byers nodded and Doggett followed him into the kitchen. He decided he
 rather enjoyed following the man. The kitchen was cluttered but organized,
 and Byers filled the sink, then took off his jacket and rolled up his
 sleeves. He looked surprisingly good like that, though he was a thinner man
 than Doggett's usual taste. He figured he probably wasn't Byers' usual
 flavor either. 

 "Lemme grab a towel. I'll dry 'em for you." 

 Byers handed him a towel, the tips of Doggett's fingers barely brushing his
 knuckles. Byers raised his eyes to Doggett's for a moment, then lowered
 them quickly. He reached into the hot, soapy water, making short work of
 the day's dishes. There were quite a few of them. As Byers handed him each
 rinsed item, Doggett dried it. He could find places for most of what Byers
 gave him, but a large mixing bowl had him stumped. 

 "You guys got mixin' bowls? Where does this go?" he asked. 

 "Frohike's a pretty good cook, actually." Byers pointed with a dripping,
 soapy hand. "In the cabinet over the sink." 

 There was one slight problem with this. Byers was standing over the sink
 himself, and didn't look like he was going to be moving in the next few
 minutes. Doggett reached up anyway, opening the cupboard and setting the
 mixing bowl inside. This, however, brought the length of his body in
 contact with the bearded man's back and hip. 

 Byers caught his breath at this second, inadvertent touch, but didn't
 otherwise react. Doggett moved back again, giving him some space, and Byers
 relaxed. A jolt of fire had run through him -- a spark of want. 

 By the time they were done with the dishes, the pizza had arrived. Doggett
 paid and they sat on the couch and ate, assessing each other. 

 Byers was a little uneasy. He didn't know Doggett very well, but he knew
 that Scully trusted him and Mulder respected him, whether he liked him or
 not. This was important, in his estimation. Neither were inclined to give
 either trust or respect lightly. He'd read Doggett's files, of course. 
 All three of them had. He knew the man had a blue-collar background, been a
 Marine in the Gulf War, and spent time in the New York City Police
 Department. Formerly married, with a deceased son, Luke. He was considered
 an honest man; tough, by the book, even a little conservative. He thought
 it likely that Doggett's usual tastes might lie with Log Cabin Republicans,
 not a Jeffersonian Federalist intellectual like himself. 

 "You've looked over the decrypted files," Byers said, breaking their long
 silence. "Do you have any new thoughts or theories regarding the case?" 

 Doggett shook his head. "Nah. Probably won't until after the guys get back
 with whatever they manage to find." 

 "Makes sense," Byers said. 

 Doggett looked up at Byers. "So, why does a guy like you stay in a place
 like this?" He sat back as he wiped his hands on the paper towels they'd
 been using. "You know, you're a classy guy, Byers," Doggett continued,
 eyeing the slim, rather delicate man. "You shouldn't be livin' in this dump
 with these three losers. You deserve better than this." 

 "Don't talk about them like that. They're good men. They're the best
 friends I've ever had, and I can trust them with my life." 

 "Yeah, I know. Still. You should be wearin' good suits, goin' to decent
 places. You'd look damned hot in an Armani, you know." 

 Byers shook his head. "I can barely afford the bargain rack at Sears. We
 hardly manage to keep the paper afloat as it is. Everything we have goes to
 our work. It's just how things are." 

 "Ya know, if you were willin' to scratch my back, so to speak, I'd scratch
 yours." Doggett's voice softened, as did the expression on his face. "I
 could take ya to some real nice places, show ya a decent life when you're
 not here workin'. I grew up in the City. Worked there for years. I got good
 contacts still. You don't have to live like this all the time." 

 Byers looked up into Doggett's steel blue eyes. "What are you suggesting?" 

 Doggett paused. It was the moment of truth. "Somethin' like what Skinner
 and Langly got goin', but not so rough. Not that extreme. I know you ain't
 been seein' anybody. I could make life nice for you. Give you decent
 stuff." His voice lowered to a seductive rumble. "Make you feel good."
 Doggett pulled his cuffs out of his pocket and played with them in his lap.
 "If you like things a little... out of the ordinary." 

 Doggett could see Byers' eyes widen, his pupils dilate, hear his breath
 quicken. Yeah, he could tell this was exciting the hacker. He'd been right
 about the guy all along. Definite bottom material, and pretty. Real pretty.
 People would turn their heads to look at this one. In his mind, he could
 see Byers on his knees in front of him, hands bound at the small of his
 back, wearing a fine Armani suit... sucking his dick. He could imagine how
 Byers' beard would feel against his skin. The thought aroused him. 

 "What about you and Agent Reyes? I've been hearing rumors." 

 "We're close, but she's known me for a long time. Anything happens, she's
 cool. Sometimes, ya just need a guy's company." 

 Byers swallowed nervously, then the shadow of a shy smile crossed his face.
 "I think... we could talk more about this." He felt his pulse quicken, a
 flash of desire tickling the base of his spine. Doggett looked rough, but
 talked like a man who knew something of the finer things in life. 

 He'd envied certain aspects of Skinner and Langly's arrangement, but Byers
 wasn't interested in quite the level of 'commitment' the two shared. He'd
 never cared for the idea of being a slave to a Dom; he enjoyed his
 independence, and wasn't willing to be kept to anyone else's schedule due
 to the nature of his work and the fact he liked running his own life.
 Skinner was into rougher play than Byers liked, though Langly seemed to get
 off on it. Being.... kept, however... the thought was appealing. Arousing.
 He wondered what Doggett's hot mouth would feel like at his throat. Looking
 at the cuffs in Doggett's lap, he wondered how they'd feel around his
 wrists, securing his hands at his back. 

 He'd been cuffed before any number of times in the line of duty, but not in
 this context. He could feel himself getting hard, and wondered if Doggett
 could tell. He wanted to know more, to find out where Doggett's tastes ran.
 Did he simply get into bondage, would he want to play with sensation, or
 did he prefer games? If so, what kind of games might the rugged man like?
 This train of thought intrigued and excited him. 

 Doggett watched Byers getting more aroused. It was subtle, but noticeable.
 The quick breath, the dilated pupils, the careful way he was sitting to
 conceal his lap; it all added up to a very enticing picture. Doggett liked
 what he saw. 

 "Depends," Doggett said. "I'm not much for talking. Tend to prefer gettin'
 down to business, really. Why, what did you need to talk about?" 

 Byers blushed. "STD's. Though I haven't been involved with anyone in...
 quite some time, I get screened regularly. I'm clean." 

 The blush amused Doggett, but didn't surprise him. It added something to
 the man's attractiveness. "You think I don't know you guys could fake up a
 set of any kind of medical records you wanted with five minutes on a
 computer?" 

 Byers' eyes narrowed. "That's not how I do things." 

 Byers sounded annoyed, but Doggett knew he tended to be honest about the
 important stuff, at least with people he respected. He doubted Byers would
 be contemplating any kind of arrangement with him if he didn't at least
 respect him as a colleague. This fact was on the up and up, he was sure. He
 raised a hand, waving Byers' rejoinder away. "Didn't think so. Got screened
 last week. I'm clear." 

 Byers nodded, satisfied. He would check Doggett's assertion later. In the
 meantime, anything they might do tonight would involve barriers. He knew
 Doggett would understand this. Doggett was well aware that he and his
 friends were paranoid about pretty much everything, and for good reason. 

 "And what --" Byers coughed nervously, "what do you like when you play?" 

 Doggett grinned. He liked this. Byers had a little more nerve than he'd
 suspected. "Some bondage. Sensation stuff, a little discipline. Nothing too
 rough. I've seen too much ugly shit in my life to want to see it in my bed.
 Some role playing, but we can talk about that later, if you're interested.
 You please me, I'll make sure you get treated to a better life than..." he
 gestured around the room, "this." 

 Byers looked over at Doggett and nodded assent, his voice steady despite
 the excitement welling up in him. "What now?" 

 "I wanna see you, all of you, but not right here. Where's your room?" 

 Byers took a deep breath and stood, his heart beating fast, then led
 Doggett to his bedroom. It was neat and orderly, as Doggett knew it would
 be. Pretty much everything about Byers was neat and orderly. It was another
 trait he appreciated. Byers turned to face him, watching him expectantly. 

 "Take your clothes off," Doggett said. 

 Byers turned his face to the floor, but began undressing. First the tie
 came off, slowly, then the shirt was unbuttoned and shed, his jacket left
 downstairs after washing the dishes. He pulled his white t-shirt over his
 head and Doggett watched, taking in his smooth, pale skin. It was obvious
 the hacker never went out into the sun, and if he did, he probably burned
 pretty badly. The light brown hair with chestnut highlights suggested
 sensitive skin. Shoes were pulled off, socks removed, and then Byers
 reached for his belt. 

 "Let me," Doggett said, his voice low. He'd had enough watching. He wanted
 to touch. If the man was as hot as he looked, he'd happily spend time with
 him, spend money on him, and make sure Byers knew what he liked and how he
 wanted to be treated. He unbuckled Byers' belt, unzipped his pants, and
 slid them and his boxers down to the floor. Byers' cock was hard already;
 it was a nice one, not too long or thin, well shaped. He stepped out of his
 pants, and Doggett ran his hands over Byers' nearly hairless chest, down
 his sides, and over his ass. Yeah, the guy definitely had a nice ass. Very
 nice. Naked, he looked vulnerable, and very young. His touch raised goose
 bumps on Byers' flesh, and his small, brown nipples stiffened. Doggett
 resisted the temptation to kiss them. 

 "How old are you anyway, Byers?" he asked, curious. 

 Byers looked puzzled by the question. "38," he said. "Why?" 

 "You just look pretty young." 

 "I always have. It's one of the reasons for the beard." Byers blushed. "I
 still look about 15 without it." He didn't ask Doggett the same question.
 He already knew the man was in his mid 40s. They were both adults. Age
 didn't matter at this stage. 

 Doggett moved closer, taking Byers in his arms. He could feel the man
 shiver at the contact as he pressed his clothed body against him. Leaning
 down a little, he kissed Byers, and Byers slid his arms around him and
 returned the kiss gently. His lips were soft, his neat, dark beard slightly
 scratchy, and he could feel Byers' heart hammering wildly as Doggett's
 tongue slid between his lips. 

 This was good. Byers tasted good. His skin smelled warm and masculine,
 slightly musky with arousal. Byers' hot shaft was pressed against his
 groin, with the length of his body tight against him. Oh yeah, he would be
 responsive and compliant where it mattered, and it made Doggett's blood
 simmer. When he moved away from Byers, the man looked hungry. He liked that
 look in Byers' clear blue eyes. 

 "Condoms," Doggett said. He knew that until the hacker had checked his
 medical records personally, he was going to ask for this anyway. Might as
 well beat him to the punch and save him a little embarrassment. 

 Byers smiled and pulled a few packets from the top drawer of his bedside
 table, setting all but one of them down. 

 "Bring it here and turn around." 

 Byers did as he was told. Doggett took the condom from Byers' hand and put
 it in his pocket, then pulled the cuffs out. He held Byers' wrists together
 and cuffed them behind his back. Byers gasped and Doggett could see his
 cock twitch. 

 "Over here, and get on your knees," he ordered. He sat on the bed in front
 of the kneeling man and unzipped his fly. 

 Byers was breathing hard and his skin was flushed with his arousal. The
 cuffs were cold and tight, but not so tight they would hurt. He could feel
 himself trembling with anticipation. His nipples were tight peaks, tingling
 with the need to be touched, and his penis was at attention. This was
 shaping up to be a far more interesting evening than he'd anticipated when
 Doggett called. 

 He wondered if Doggett would want anything more than a blow job, and
 sincerely hoped that he did. He wanted this, wanted to be bound, to be
 dominated by someone sane, who would respect his needs and desires;
 understanding and using them without taking undue advantage. His mind was
 running wild as he watched Doggett pull his hard shaft from his pants and
 stroke himself, rolling the condom on. Byers wanted to be tied to his bed
 and fucked, wanted to feel Doggett's broad hand slapping his ass, pulling
 at his balls. 

 "Suck me," Doggett snapped, his voice low and rough with desire. Byers
 leaned down and took him in, teasing him with tongue and teeth. Doggett
 groaned and grabbed Byers' hair, forcing him down further. "Harder," he
 said. 

 Oh, yes, he was definitely going to enjoy this. The slight chill in the
 room emphasized his nudity and the heat radiating from his cock as he
 sucked harder. At this angle, it would be difficult to take Doggett in
 entirely, but if he shifted a little... 

 Doggett shouted as Byers swallowed the length of his erection, the man's
 beard tickling his balls. He'd come way too fast if he let this go on very
 long, but it felt damned good, and he wasn't about to fault the man's
 enthusiasm or technique, or waste the opportunity. He fucked Byers' mouth
 hard for a few strokes, then drew back, pulling his head away by his hair.
 Byers moaned and tried to take him in again. 

 "No, not yet," he said. "I got other plans before we get that far." 

 Byers nodded, his eyes on Doggett's cock before him. "What kind of plans?"
 he asked, panting to catch his breath. He looked up at Doggett's face. 

 Doggett motioned to the bed with his head. "I wanna tie you down and play
 with you for a while. You got a safe word?" 

 Byers trembling was more visible now, sharper, knowing he was going to get
 something of what he wanted. "The usual sequence," he said. "Green, yellow,
 red. Easy to remember." 

 Doggett nodded, pleased. "Good." He didn't like it when guys had weird
 words that didn't seem to mean anything, and that would sound really weird
 if they shouted them out during a scene. 'Quazimodo' had been one
 particularly noteworthy oddity he'd run into. Weird shit was harder to
 remember, too. You couldn't stay in a good place if the guy forgot his own
 damned safe word. 

 He stood, leaving Byers kneeling next to the bed, and rummaged in the man's
 closet. It was more like an old military locker, really; olive drab metal
 like you'd find in a barracks room. In a moment, he found what he was
 looking for -- several of Byers' ties. He only had the one set of cuffs,
 and they weren't very comfortable for anything more than what he was using
 them for right now anyway. Leather was good, but those restraints were all
 at home. The ties would work nicely though, as he wanted something Byers
 could tug against once he had him spread on the bed, something that
 wouldn't leave marks or hurt his wrists or ankles. He'd played sub once in
 a while. He knew the drill. Part of the pleasure of being tied up was being
 able to struggle without getting hurt. 

 Byers watched with growing heat as Doggett secured his ties to the corners
 of his bed. Yes, this was good. Doggett knew enough not to try to use the
 cuffs for this, and it reassured him. 

 Once finished preparing the bed, Doggett turned to Byers. He hadn't
 bothered putting his dick back in his pants, primarily because he intended
 to use it again soon, but also because he liked the idea of Byers knowing
 exactly how hot he was for him. He took the naked man by one shoulder and
 pulled him to his feet, then tossed him down on the mattress. "On your
 back," he barked. 

 Byers rolled onto his back, but put up a token struggle as Doggett tied
 each of his ankles. 

 "Oh, so you're gonna be feisty, eh?" He grinned at Byers, enjoying the
 playfulness of it. 

 Byers struggled a little more, letting the physical contact and Doggett's
 strong hands restraining him stimulate him. "Don't," he said in mock-fear,
 grinning back at Doggett. "What are you going to do to me?" 

 Doggett laughed. "Terrible things." Both ankles secured, he uncuffed one of
 Byers' hands and cuffed the other to the frame of the bed. He secured
 Byers' wrist to the corner with a tie, then removed the cuffs and stuffed
 them back in his pocket with the key. He let Byers fight as he bound his
 free wrist. It was slender, the skin smooth and hot. Doggett could feel the
 bones move and twist in his palm with the hacker's resistance. The intimacy
 of the contact was more intense than it had any right to be. 

 Byers' entire body was flush from the struggle and his arousal, and he was
 panting hard. His cock stood up, hard and dark. Doggett was breathing
 heavily from the exertion and his own desire. 

 "You're a hot little surprise," Doggett gasped as he caught his breath.
 "I'm gonna like this." 

 Byers struggled against the restraints, but the knots were expertly tied.
 He arched into Doggett's hands with a quiet moan as the man stroked his
 chest and sides. The Agent's touch was soft and exploratory, but the second
 long stroke down his body had a little scratch to it. Byers shivered at the
 feeling. It was exquisite. 

 "Nice," Doggett said quietly, appreciating Byers' response. 

 Doggett's fingers raked soft and quick along Byers' inner thighs as he
 leaned to Byers' chest and gently nipped the bound man's nipples. Byers
 gasped and moaned with pleasure. 

 The second set of nips was a little harder, and Byers gasped again. "Uhhhhh
 -- yessss," he hissed. 

 "You like that," Doggett said. 

 Byers nodded vigorously, still gasping. 

 "You want more, you gotta ask." There was a gratified smugness in his
 voice. 

 Byers panted as he spoke. "More, please..." 

 Doggett chuckled. "Please, what?" 

 "Please, Sir -- I want more, Sir." The need in his voice was raw. 

 Oh, yeah. Doggett liked this very much. He bent and bit down on Byers'
 nipples again, slightly harder this time, as he passed a hand close to
 Byers' erection, trailing his fingers through the pubic hair. He was
 rewarded with a deep groan. He reached up and pinched the hard nipples
 tight between his fingers, pulling slightly, then watched Byers' face as he
 moaned with pleasure, back arching, eyes closed tight. God, he was hot. 

 Doggett pulled his jacket off, removed his tie and tossed it aside, then
 unbuttoned the top buttons and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. He took
 Byers in his arms and began kissing and gently biting his way from his
 captive's throat down to his navel. Byers' smooth, warm skin felt wonderful
 under his lips and tongue, and he savored the movement of the man's body as
 he writhed between his hands. "You love it, don't you, little slut." 

 Byers panted and moaned quietly, yipping when Doggett bit a little harder
 than before. His voice went straight down Doggett's spine to his dick,
 leaving him panting as well. He liked being able to tell what his new toy
 was enjoying without having to make a production number out of it. He
 followed the crest of Byers' hip bone down into his pubic hair, nipping and
 sucking. 

 "Please, Sir, harder," Byers whispered. 

 Doggett bit harder, this time on the bone buried under the hair just above
 Byers' cock. The delighted, whimpered "ohhhhhhhh" he received in return
 made him smile. He traced his cheek up the tantalizing erection, knowing
 that his evening stubble would be scratchy and stimulating. Byers bucked
 beneath him, his moan much louder this time. 

 "Sweet, sweet," Doggett whispered. He blew hot breath on Byers' cock and
 watched it jump. The bead of moisture on its tip tempted him sorely, but he
 would wait for a few moments before allowing himself the pleasure of
 dealing with it. He ran the tips of his fingers along its underside
 instead, from the root to the ridge of the head. Byers shuddered and
 groaned, a deeper, more primal sound than Doggett expected from a man whose
 voice usually ran in the tenor range. He looked up and saw his captive
 biting his lower lip, eyes shut tight. 

 "Don't hold it back," he said. "I wanna hear you." 

 Byers gasped explosively. "Oh god," he moaned. 

 "I've been called a lot of things over the years," Doggett said, smiling,
 "but that one's been rare." He ran his nails up the underside of Byers'
 shaft. 

 "Oh god oh god oh god..." 

 He chuckled. "So, now I'm a whole pantheon. Wouldn't Mulder be surprised." 

 Byers was too far gone to laugh. "Please," he whimpered, "please, Sir, let
 me suck you." 

 Doggett considered the plea as he slid his fingers around Byers' balls and
 pulled gently. The man's responding "aaaaaaaaaah" sent a hot shiver of
 pleasure through him. He shifted his weight and moved, sliding just the tip
 of his dick into Byers' open mouth. Byers tried to reach and take more, but
 he moved away in response to maintain control. 

 "You only get what I give you, Johnny," he said, his own voice a dangerous
 growl. Byers' lips, teeth and tongue tortured him mercilessly. Damn, but he
 was good. Looking down, he finally allowed himself to lick the bead of
 liquid off the tip of Byers' cock. It was hot and salty, the skin of the
 tip satin-smooth and sensuous on his tongue. A thread of liquid clung to
 his lower lip as he raised his head, joining flesh to flesh. The man
 beneath him arched in ecstasy and gave a high, whistling whimper, not
 releasing the head of Doggett's sensitive shaft. 

 He could hardly believe that Byers -- shy, quiet, geeky, awkward Byers --
 was like this in bed. If he hadn't had firsthand experience of the man's
 edgy paranoia, he would have been amazed that the guy didn't have a
 partner, or half a dozen of them if he wanted. He doubted anyone would
 genuinely be able to resist his charms after seeing him like this, after
 discovering his talents. It was like finding buried treasure. He moaned as
 his little gem did unspeakably erotic things to his nether head. 

 Doggett was hard pressed to resist the temptation to rip his clothes off
 and fuck Byers with all his strength right then and there, but it would
 have spoiled the fun of the game. It was so much more rewarding to open the
 prize slowly, like peeling away the intricate layers of the best mystery
 novel to reveal the motives of the crime. Oh yeah, it would be a crime to
 take this too quickly. 

 "Can't wait to be inside your hot, tight ass, Johnny," he panted. Byers
 shuddered and moaned at the words. "Gonna give you a ride on my hot, steel
 rod before we're through. Think you're man enough to take it?" Doggett's
 voice was low and gravelly. 

 Byers was immersed in a pulse of pleasure that rocked him from his toes. It
 had been a long time since he'd been with anyone, and Doggett certainly
 knew what he was doing. It made him glad he'd been patient; waiting for the
 right time, the right person. It took all his control not to come when his
 captor licked the tip of his cock with a slow, intense stroke, but he knew
 that far greater reward would be his if he could maintain a certain
 equilibrium. 

 There was great promise in Doggett's large, strong hands, and the way he
 directed the game. The gentle, bristly stroke of his cheek up Byers' shaft
 had been excruciatingly sensual; following it with the softness of a hot
 breath, incredibly seductive. He wanted more, so much more, and from the
 evidence at hand, he was going to receive masterful treatment. 

 He shuddered from his bones, and moaned as Doggett's fingers slid into the
 crack of his ass, passing softly, almost imperceptibly over his exposed and
 vulnerable opening. Exquisite. His cock leaped and twitched at the
 sensation. He gave the hot, swollen flesh in his mouth intense, articulate
 attention to encourage his tormentor's continued caress. Anything -- he
 would do anything for more. 

 Doggett pulled away from Byers, lying next to him just out of reach of his
 mouth. The stimulation had been getting far more intense, and he wasn't
 quite ready to let himself come for the first time yet. Byers would get to
 suck him hard and deep in a few minutes, but first, he intended to drive
 his prisoner to the brink and bring him back. Byers wasn't going to get to
 come for a long time, but he'd enjoy showing him the edge of the abyss
 again and again before he did. Doggett leaned his face between Byers' legs,
 running the tip of his tongue down the vein on the underside of his cock.
 As Byers groaned and raised his hips into the stroke, he took the flesh
 between his cock and balls between his teeth and bit down gently, tugging
 and sucking at the skin in his mouth. 

 "Aaaaaah! Yes!" Byers' hips bucked and Doggett sucked one of Byers' balls
 in to his mouth, tugging and licking as he had a moment earlier. "Oh god,
 Sir, more!" Byers struggled to move his hands, wanting to pull Doggett into
 him and suck his thick shaft, so tantalizingly close to his lips. His
 wrists were held fast, though, and he took the cloth into his hands and
 twisted it as he shouted wordlessly in passion. He loved the feel of hot,
 hard cock in his mouth, and having it so close but so unobtainable was
 damnably, blessedly frustrating. 

 Doggett attended to the other testicle with equal interest as Byers'
 shouting continued, his cock twitching with the heat of his pulse. Just
 being this close to it warmed Doggett's cheek. He drew his face back and
 leaned up on one elbow, taking Byers' shaft firmly in hand and stroking
 hard from tip to base, twisting slightly as he did so. Byers gasped. He let
 go of the burning flesh and slapped it sharply twice. Byers' hips bucked
 again, and he let out short cries of painful pleasure. Doggett smiled,
 hearing it. He knew that sound very well, and it was one he sought to
 produce in the men he dominated. "So you like a little pain too, eh?" 

 Byers nodded, unable to speak. The tip of his cock was leaking, a strand of
 clear fluid trailing slowly from the head into his pubic hair. Yes, this
 was what Doggett wanted from the man bound beneath him; pure physical
 evidence of his deep pleasure. 

 He stroked Byers' shaft softly, excruciatingly slowly with his fingertips
 and slid his own hard member into Byers' mouth. "Now you can suck all you
 like, Johnny," he said, thrusting slowly and gently as Byers adjusted to
 allow him into his throat. When Byers swallowed him, he began thrusting in
 earnest, teasing Byers' penis with soft touches, scratches, and slaps that
 caused it to leap beneath his hands, red and swollen. He moaned deep as he
 fucked Byers' mouth, thrusting harder and faster. 

 When it looked like Byers might come, he took the base of his cock in his
 hand and squeezed hard, using his other hand to pull the man's balls gently
 away from his body. It would delay an orgasm and draw him back from the
 brink. 

 He pulled out of Byers' mouth to let him breathe and could hear his panting
 and gasping, then eased back in for more when Byers' tongue reached up and
 drew him in again. It was hot and wet and Byers was putting everything into
 pleasuring him like this. Doggett felt Byers struggle beneath him, knowing
 the man wanted to wrap arms and legs around him to help gain his own
 physical release, but he wouldn't allow Byers that pleasure. 

 "That's right, Johnny, fight me. You're so fuckin' hot when you do that."
 He gasped from the intensity of Byers' sucking, the way his tongue moved on
 him, rough and fast. 

 He slapped Byers' pulsing cock again sharply, feeling him buck beneath him,
 and Doggett's own orgasm raced down his spine until he came with a rush in
 Byers throat. Three more hard, deep strokes to relieve the intensity, and
 he pulled out again so that Byers could breathe and rest. He'd earned the
 respite. Doggett pulled the full condom from his dick and dropped it into a
 waste basket near the bed. Both men were panting like racehorses after a
 steeplechase. 

 "That's good, Johnny," he whispered, stroking Byers' face. He wiped Byers'
 face to clear away his sweat, and the saliva that had flooded his mouth
 when he was unable to swallow. "You're very, very good." Doggett gave him a
 soft, deep kiss, tongues caressing passionately. He slid away from Byers
 for a moment to look at him. His hand rested on the center of the man's
 chest, and he could feel the bird-fast beat of his heart in his palm, the
 rise and fall of his rapid, enraptured breath. His sweat-soaked body was
 beautiful, like something Michaelangelo might have made after waking from
 an intense, erotic dream. Who would have thought Byers could be beautiful? 

 Doggett wanted more skin contact, so he shed his clothes, dropping them
 beside the bed. One hand on Byers' chest, teasing his nipples, he looked
 curiously into the top drawer next to the bed; the drawer Byers had pulled
 the condoms from. He wondered what else the man might keep there. 

 His search was amply rewarded when he found lube, a small handful of
 condoms, and a slender, angled vibrator. Doggett's eyes lit and he grinned.
 "Oh, little cub, I see you like playing with toys." 

 "Yes, Sir," Byers replied, still breathless and writhing from Doggett's
 attention to the sensitive peaks on his chest. Each squeeze and tug and
 twist the man inflicted on him shot through him, straight into his
 throbbing erection. 

 Doggett turned the vibe on to check the batteries. They appeared quite
 fresh, from the sound and tingle of the vigorous buzz. Shuffling around a
 little more, he uncovered light weight nipple clamps -- metal tweezers
 tipped with rubber that slid shut with rings, joined by a short length of
 chain -- they would provide enough pressure to be very stimulating without
 causing much pain, and could be adjusted easily and finely. The slender
 metal v's would fit the man's small, hard nipples and the chain would let
 Doggett play with them both at the same time, as he teased Byers' ass. He
 was getting hard again already at the thought of how Byers would wail and
 thrash for him. 

 Byers blushed at his secrets discovered, but a thrill ran through him. The
 evening was far from over, and there was ample time before his friends
 would return. They could explore Doggett's creativity, and his own
 endurance, at length. 

 Doggett lay atop Byers, sliding his now bare chest against Byers' own. Both
 men gasped at the contact, and Doggett drew his whole body up, running his
 cock from between Byers' legs, along the restrained man's cock, and up his
 abdomen and chest until the tip of his bare cock rested in Byers' beard.
 Byers shivered and sighed, and he reversed the motion, sliding down the
 length of Byers' body until the tip of his cock was nestled, hot, in the
 crack of his captive's ass. Doggett let an "oooooooh" of pleasure escape as
 the tip of his dick pushed into Byers' fever-hot, still-unlubed opening,
 and Byers shouted at the sensation. 

 "Aah! God, Sir, please... take me!" 

 Doggett bent his head to kiss and suck at Byers' throat, holding him
 tightly in his arms, then caressing Byers' sides with his open palms. He
 ran them up Byers' armpits, softly snaking his fingers up the straining,
 bound arms to his wrists. He held Byers' wrists tight, kissing and nibbling
 at his throat. Byers moaned and arched under him, pressing insistently into
 his body, his hardness hot and delicious against Doggett's bare abdominal
 muscles. Sliding his hands up, he twined his fingers with Byers', then took
 his mouth and kissed him, fierce and passionate. 

 Byers groaned into his mouth, hands grasping tight, twined with Doggett's
 larger, stronger ones. The burning heat of his shaft was soothed by
 Doggett's cooler skin, but this did not mean his needs were calmed. He
 gathered himself and thrust hard with his hips into the weight and
 substance of the heavy, solid body atop him, demanding attention, begging
 to be fucked, wordless with Doggett's searing tongue deep in his mouth. 

 Doggett moaned in answer to Byers' unspoken plea. The man beneath him was
 so incredibly sensual, their movement together an overpowering erotic
 force. The softness of his skin, the taste of his mouth, the heat of his
 cock against Doggett's stomach as he thrust insistently upward; it was
 almost overwhelming. For a moment, Doggett feared he'd lost control of his
 captive, the bound man mastering him, but a sharp thrust of the tip his own
 rod into Byers' tight, willing ass was enough to reduce the hacker to needy
 whimpers. 

 He pulled his mouth away from the kiss. "Don't play those games with me,
 boy. I'll fuck you soon enough, but it happens on my time, not yours." He
 raised himself off Byers' body and sat next to him, not touching him at
 all. He watched as Byers squirmed, the sudden loss of contact driving him
 toward the edge. 

 "Please, Sir, I'm sorry," Byers gasped. "Do what you will with me." 

 Doggett grinned, taking the vibrator in his hand. He turned it on and ran
 it softly up Byers' shaft. 

 Byers jumped at the sudden, intense stimulation. "Aaaaaaah!" 

 Setting the vibe aside, Doggett pinched and bit at Byers' nipples until he
 was howling and bucking at the air, the peaks of them swollen. With swift,
 efficient motion, Doggett clipped them, and tugged at the chain that joined
 them. He touched the vibe to the tip of Byers' erection as he tugged for a
 second time, and Byers nearly exploded, screaming. Doggett dropped the vibe
 again, and squeezed the root of Byers' cock to keep him from coming.
 Watching Byers' face as he groaned and swore, head thrashing from side to
 side, left Doggett burning and rock hard. He caressed himself as he traced
 the vibe around Byers' balls where the sac joined his body. Byers screamed
 again, leaking fluid from the tip of his cock, panting and gasping, no
 longer in control of his body. 

 This was what Doggett had been waiting for. 

 Moving quickly, he loosed the bindings on one of Byers' wrists, then rolled
 him onto his side so he could rebind them together at one corner of the
 bed. Byers tried to resist, but his body was twisted and he couldn't get
 any leverage. Doggett tugged at the nipple clamps again and Byers groaned,
 his cock twitching sharply. 

 The legs would be trickier, but Doggett had both strength and position in
 his favor. He untied Byers' ankles then shoved him to one side, until
 Byers' legs slid from the bed and his knees met the floor. He sat on Byers'
 back for a few moments to catch his breath, Byers struggling hard beneath
 him. Placing his feet between Byers' knees, he spread them wide, exposing
 Byers' anus. Doggett applied the vibe to the sensitive opening and Byers
 bucked into the mattress. Doggett slapped his ass hard. 

 "Don't move!" he ordered. When Byers didn't stop quickly enough, he slapped
 him again, harder. "I said, don't move!" he snapped. Byers' hips quivered
 to a stop and he knelt, shaking, under Doggett. He was gasping for breath,
 moaning, sweat rolling from his body. 

 Doggett shifted again, getting to his knees behind Byers. He shoved his
 legs between his captive's thighs, then pulled Byers toward him until only
 his shoulders, arms, and head remained on the bed, enough that even if he
 thrust, he'd be unable to find stimulation. Fortunately, the rug on the
 floor was sufficient to keep their knees from being injured by their
 position. 

 "You're gonna stay in this position until I tell you otherwise, do you
 understand?" 

 Byers nodded. "Yes, Sir," he panted. 

 "Now tell me what you're going to do." 

 "I'll st... stay in this position until you t...tell me to move, Sir." He
 was still trying to catch his breath. The stinging slaps that had stilled
 his hips had only made him harder. He wanted more. He wanted Doggett's
 hands on him, wanted the vibe stroking inside him, wanted Doggett to fuck
 him until he screamed. 

 "I'm glad you understand me clearly, Johnny." Doggett reached under Byers'
 chest with one hand and tugged on the nipple clamps, then traced his hand
 across the nipples themselves. Byers shuddered, whimpering. With the other,
 he began caressing and squeezing Byers' ass. 

 "Gonna fuck you so hard and so deep," Doggett whispered into Byers' ear. 

 Byers' entire body shook with the effort of staying still, and his cock was
 leaking great strands of fluid. He wanted so badly to come, but knew he
 wouldn't be allowed until Doggett was satisfied. The caresses and squeezes
 became scratches, then the softest brush of Doggett's fingertips. It was
 sheer torture to stay still when every muscle in his body demanded to
 thrust, to buck under Doggett's hands, to try to find release. This was the
 torment, and the ecstatic pleasure, of submission, of the bottom in
 bondage. Byers rode the edge of an unreachable orgasm as his Master's hands
 moved over his body. 

 Doggett was his Master now, in this moment, his commanding presence
 demanding stillness when every instinct drove Byers to seek release. His
 own will was submerged in the waves of sensation flooding him from every
 nerve. When his Master's tongue endlessly caressed his hole -- soft, hot
 and maddening -- his legs shook beneath him, but he did not move. When
 Doggett lubed his anus and slid a finger inside, then thrust just the head
 of his shaft in, pulling it all the way out, thrusting it in and pulling it
 out again and again almost forever in a merciless tease, he wailed at being
 so close to orgasm, but did not move. 

 When Doggett slid the vibe slowly into his lubed ass, playing with his
 prostate until he could stand no more, he cried out, but did not move. When
 Doggett applied the leather of a belt across his ass, leaving it burning
 hot and red, the vibe still in him, he screamed for release, pleaded with
 his Master to let him come, but did not move. 

 When Doggett finally, blessedly, drove his thick rod slow and hot and deep
 into Byers' body, he wept and begged to come, but did not move. When
 Doggett came inside him, thrusting hard and fast as though he'd split his
 body open, hands clamped down hard on the base of Byers' cock and pulling
 back on his balls yet again to keep him from coming, he didn't have the
 energy left to beg, but still refused to move. 

 At last, Doggett lifted him gently to the bed, his legs aching, wrists
 still bound to the frame. He was rolled onto his back, the nipple clamps
 removed, and his nipples screamed. He begged again, whispering like a
 prayer, "Please, Sir, let me come..." 

 Doggett's hands were soft on him. He kissed Byers, deep and gentle, sucked
 his sore nipples until Byers felt they might sing aloud with pleasure.
 Doggett's mouth moved down his body until it fell, hot, wet, and ravening,
 on Byers' throbbing, desperate shaft. Doggett's fingers moved inside him,
 driving him to a place beyond the edge of ecstasy. And then Doggett lifted
 his head from Byers' cock and whispered, "Come, Johnny, come for me." He
 lowered his mouth onto Byers' burning cock again, sucking like an angel, or
 some demon lover, and Byers' orgasm rocked him from his center; he
 screamed, incoherent, until his throat was raw. 

 He floated then, as Doggett untied his wrists and rubbed them, and his
 hands and his arms and his shoulders, until they were warm and supple
 again. Doggett massaged the sore muscles and tendons of his thighs and
 calves and ankles, soothed the burning red flesh of his ass with soft
 strokes of his hands. Then Doggett lay next to him, and they held each
 other, wrapped around each other, naked and raw and flying, until they
 could breathe again. 

 Doggett nuzzled against Byers' ear, his nose tracing patterns in the short,
 brown hair. He'd had a few better experiences than this over the years, but
 very few. He wanted this again, wanted this man again. He would fulfill the
 promises he'd made earlier that night, wholeheartedly and happily. Oh yes,
 he'd be very, very good to Byers, and things would change for him around
 here soon. "You were incredible," he whispered, then kissed Byers' ear,
 sucking softly along its edge. 

 Byers finally found the power of speech again. "That was... intense...
 wild... oh god..." 

 "Been a long time, I guess." 

 Byers nodded, then turned his face and looked into Doggett's dark blue
 eyes. "Thank you." 

 Doggett smiled gently. "Oh, believe me, Johnny, the pleasure was all mine."


 Byers chuckled. "I sincerely doubt that." 

 They kissed. 

 "We should get cleaned up," Byers said. He thought his legs might hold him
 up for a shower, if Doggett wouldn't mind helping. 

 "We should save water," Doggett agreed. They grinned at each other and rose
 from the bed. 

 Half an hour later, they returned to the office. 

 "I... what should I call you?" Byers asked. "Agent Doggett just seems
 so..." His voice trailed into a shy, uneasy silence. 

 Doggett nodded. "I know what you mean." Both of them sharing a first name
 could be a little... awkward. He thought for a few moments. "Jack," he
 said, finally, tracing his thumb along Byers' cheek. "When it's just us,
 you can call me Jack." 

 Byers raised his eyes but kept his face low, another gesture in a life's
 vocabulary of shyness. "Jack." He let it sit on his tongue for a moment,
 mouthed it again silently. "I... I liked what you called me earlier." 

 Doggett smiled. "Johnny," he said quietly. A chuckle. "My Johnny," he
 whispered, his voice like a caress, and a moment of tenderness passed over
 his face. "I think I can live with that." He took Byers gently into his
 arms and offered him a kiss like silk. Byers drank it in like a holy thing,
 then they parted, two men standing in silence. 

 "The guys'll be back in about an hour," Byers said. "I think maybe
 Battlebots is on." 

 "You got any beer in that fridge?" 

 Doggett grinned. 

 ~~ a beginning~~