Outside Daniel's hotel room, Fox paused and checked his pocket. The tiny disposable syringe of drugs was there. A hotel key wasn't. Fuck! He came out without his key? Fox had been hoping to slip in quietly, and possibly give Connor the jab before he was fully aware that he was there. No chance of that now.

He was about to knock on the door when Ethan sprinted around the corner, waving at him frantically. Wordlessly, he pushed Daniel's robe and trunks into Fox's arms. Fox winced, looking at Ethan in anxious apology. Ethan shook his head, indicating that HE had almost forgotten them, too. He gave Mulder's shoulder an encouraging squeeze, and dashed back around the corner. Fox knew that the 'attendant' would be there, near the service elevator, with the cart containing a peacefully sleeping Daniel Ballard.

Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door. There was a shuffling inside, and an Irish accented voice called out, "Who is it, at this bloody time of night?"

Fox modulated his voice, drawling softly, "It's just me, Con. Open up."

"Danny?" Fox heard the lock disengage, and the door opened. Ethan's twin stood there, smiling at him quizzically.

It took Mulder's breath away. My God, they're so alike.

Connar stood aside. "Well, don't stand out in the hall like a bleedin' rent boy waitin' for his johnny, love. Come in." Mulder went into the room. Down the hall, Ethan Hunt clenched his hands into fists as he heard the door close.

Fox moved casually, tossing the garments he carried on the bed. "I forgot my key."

"You'd forget your head if God hadn't screwed it on tight, love." Connor said good naturedly. He came over and reached down, fingering the dry trunks. "Didn't have your swim, then?"

"They were already closed."

"What a shame. Now I'll have to work ever so hard to get you relaxed, won't I?"

Fox was startled when Connor Galbraith grabbed his wrists and threw himself against him, knocking him back onto the bed. He moved Fox's wrists up over his head, pinning them there, lying on top of him.

Fox felt a very firm erection pressing against his thigh as Connor Galbraith's mouth descended on his. Connor shifted, bringing his crotch against Mulder's, and began to hump against him in a lazy grind. Fox started to get hard, despite his stress.

Connor felt the tension in Mulder's body, but attributed it to Daniel's earlier upset. "Oh, love, don't be like that," he crooned. He released Mulder's wrists, stroking down his arms. "I'm sorry about this trip, truly I am. We won't stay any longer than we must, and I'll take you somewhere nice after." His hands were between them, unfastening Mulder's... Daniel's belt. "What about Italy, eh? Haven't been there for awhile. You can shop yourself silly in Milan, and stuff youself on those Italian ices you like so much."

Fox knew he had to respond. Daniel would. If he remained silent, Connor might not suspect a substitution, not right off. But he'd know something was wrong, and that would make him examine 'Daniel' more closely.

Fox half closed his eyes, making his voice husky. "Would you eat some of them off me?" Connor laughed. Oh, God, he sounds like Ethan.

"You know I would, boyo." He had Fox's pants open now, and his hand moved into the gap, finding the slit in his boxers. He fondly stroked the hardening flesh he found there. Fox bit his lip. "Oh, you want to make some noise, don't you, Danny?" He squeezed gently, and Mulder moaned. "That's right, my lover. It's so sweet when you sing for me, Danny. You drive me crazy when you do that."

His hand moved steadily, stroking Mulder's awakening cock. It felt fantastic, but Fox knew he had to get to the syringe. It was in his pocket, and that meant that he had to get Connor away from that vicinity, and distracted.

Fox took Connor's face between his hands and kissed him. The Irishman's lips parted invitingly, and Fox didn't hesitate to go exploring. I don't know what Danny meant. Connor tastes pretty much the same as Ethan to me. But then, Danny's known Connor longer than I have Ethan.

He pulled back, flicking his tongue once more over Connor's lips, and murmured, "I want to suck you tonight." Connor drew in a ragged breath. Fox lowered his lashes, then looked up at the man who loomed over him through them. "Please, Daddy."

Connor groaned, and moved off him, sitting on the edge of the bed. Again he pumped Mulder's erection, then let his hand slide caressingly down the other man's inner thigh. "Yes, Danny boy. Daddy would like that very much."

Role playing within role playing. Fox sat up, winding his arms around Connor's neck for another kiss. He let his right hand drop into Connor's lap, fondling the bulge of his hard-on. "Oooh, Daddy," he breathed. "Is that all for me?"

"Yes, Danny."

"Is it because I've been good?" He licked Connor's throat.

"Such a good boy." Connor pushed gently on his head, urging him down.

Fox slithered down and around, dragging his hands over Connor's taut body as he went to his knees in front of the Irishman. He kneaded Connor's fly for a moment, then slowly pulled the zipper down and unfastend the button and belt. He reached inside and pulled out Connor's stiff cock. Maybe not exactly the same. I think Ethan is a little thicker, and he doesn't flush quite that deep.

Fox tipped his head, and leaned forward. Connor gasped as Mulder's soft hair caressed his turgid prick. Then Fox/Daniel lifted his head, letting the hot length slide along his cheek while he pushed the trousers farther down Connor's hips.

"Please, Danny," Connor moaned. "I need you, boyo."

Mulder lapped delicately at the clear drop of pre-come that quivered on the very tip of Connor's penis. At the same time, his hand slipped into his pocket, and he found the little syringe. With his left hand, he held Connor's shaft, as he ran his tongue carefully along the ridge that ran up it's underside. He flicked the cap off the needle with one finger, holding it cautiously so that he was not stuck.

Connor was whispering hoarsly. "Take me, lover. Oh, God, Danny. I love you so."

Feeling a twinge of guilt at the raw tenderness in the other man's voice, Mulder fitted his lips around the swollen, slick cock head. As he began to swallow Connor's prick, he brought his hand up, as if to grip his hips for more leverage. At the very moment he pricked Connor, pushing the plunger, he sucked very hard, and flicked his tongue.

Connor jerked, and gasped with laughter. "Jesus! Danny, boy, ya have a hang nail, I think." He grabbed Fox's wrist playfully, before Fox could pull it away. "What? What the hell is this?"

His voice was puzzled as he plucked the disposable syringe from Mulder's hand. Mulder sat back, letting Connor's dick slide free as Connor looked at the little device.

His face darkened in confusion as he looked from the needle to Mulder. "Drugs? Danny, I don't believe it. Not you. You wouldn't..."

"I'm sorry, Galbraith," he said hoarsly.

Connor's eyes went wide, sudden understanding flooding him. Before Fox could move, Galbraith lashed out. A fist caught Fox only a glancing blow as he tried to pull back, but it knocked him sprawling. Before he could get up, Connor was on him, kneeling on his arms. He grabbed a handful of Mulder's hair and screamed, "Where is he? Where's my Danny?"

The door burst open, and Ethan rushed in. Connor's head whipped around, and when he saw what looked like his doppleganger, his arm dropped in astonishment. But only for an instant. Then he dived for the bed, his hand reaching under the pillow.

Both agents knew what was happening. Ethan landed on him first, grabbing his arm just as he pulled the nasty looking automatic out from under the pillow. They struggled in grim silence for the weapon. Fox, careful to stay out of the possible line of fire, grabbed at Connor's arm, too, adding his strength to Ethan's. They knew that all they had to do was hold him for a few more moments.

The drugs moved swiftly through Connor's body. He felt them, and started cursing. His tone moved from venemous to desperate. "What are ya doin'? What do ya want? I've got cash and credit cards in me wallet, they're yours."

The others were silent. Connor gasped. "Oh, God. It's Montana, somethin' to do with that shite. What have ya done with Danny?"

Ethan glanced at Fox. "He's safe. We didn't hurt him. We won't hurt either of you."

"He's innocent, you bastards! All he does is love me. Let him go. I'll do whatever the fuck you want, but let my Danny go." Connor's voice was getting fainter, his struggles weaker. "Please..." Finally he went limp, eyes closing.

The laundry cart was rolled into the room. Connor was carefully depostied next to his lover, and both of them were covered. The the cart was rolled away.

Ethan shut the door, and looked at Fox. "From now on, you put them out of your mind. They'll be all right."

Fox sat on the bed, rubbing his face. "All they were worried about was each other. They must've thought they were going to die, and all they cared about was would their lover be safe." Ethan sat on the bed beside Mulder, putting an arm around his shoulders. Mulder leaned his head on Ethan, muttering, "I hate this part of it."

"I know. But it had to be done. And you did well." Mulder shivered as Ethan caressed his still half hard cock. "You did what you had to do. A lot of people come into this line of work thinking it's going to be like in the movies, or on television. When it gets to the nitty gritty, they think there's going to be a fade out, and they'll slip past having to really give anything up. You realized that wasn't how this works, Mulder. You got the job done. They can't have any doubts about you now."

"You didn't doubt me."

"No, I didn't." Ethan kissed him. "I know how good you are." His hand moved slowly. "In every way."

Fox swallowed. It was time to move fully into the character he would be living for the next week or so. If he didn't... if he couldn't... It might mean his life, or Ethan's. He turned to Ethan, putting his arms around the younger man, kissing him hard. When he pulled back, he said quietly, "Am I your boy?"

Ethan leaned his forehead against Mulder's. He knew this was hard for him, and he appreciated it. He silently vowed that he would make it up to him when this was all over. But now... "You're my good boy, Danny."

He pushed Mulder back on the bed gently. "Tonight, let Daddy take care of you." Mulder sighed as Ethan lowered his head to his crotch and took his dick into his mouth.

It lasted a long time, Ethan made sure of that. He brought Mulder to the edge of climax again and again. Each time he would pause, holding the throbbing erection tightly around the base, preventing the flow of sperm that would have brought relief. He intended to have Mulder thoroughly exhausted by the time he was done, so that the other man would sleep.

Near the end, when Mulder was whimpering for release, Ethan finally opened his own pants and reached inside to fondle his own rock hard erection. He returned to his task, now giving unrestrained fellatio while he pumped himself. In moments Mulder was thrusting deep into his throat, gasping with each lunge. There was a desperation about him that Ethan hadn't experienced before, and he thought he knew what had caused it.

If they hadn't taken Connor and Danny, the other two men would probably have been making love at this moment. Fox felt as if they were stealing a little of the other men's lives, and he wasn't sure how to deal with it.

Ethan released Mulder from his oral embrace, climbing up his body to lie over him. Reaching between them, he took both rigid cocks in his hands, holding them tightly together, and thrust. Fox cried out, grabbing at his shoulders, hips pushing up to meet him. When Ethan felt the hot stream of Mulder's spunk flow down over his hands, it brought him to his own climax. Their seed mingled, coating his fingers with warmth.

When they were done, Ethan got a cloth from the bathroom and cleaned them both, then helped Fox strip, and removed the rest of his clothes. They crawled into bed and held each other.

Mulder drifted off to sleep quickly, but Ethan remained awake for a time, stroking his lover's hair, staring at the ceiling. God almight, Fox. I think I've done something really stupid. I think I may have fallen in love with you, and now I'm going to run you in front of a thug who's probably a madman as well. Why the hell did I ever get into this profession? He thought a while longer, then sighed. Oh, well. He gently kissed the sleeping man, feeling rather than hearing his unconscious, questioning murmur. If I hadn't, then I wouldn't have met you, would I, Mulder?