Well, he sure as hell has PDOAs down, Ethan thought as they were driven back to the hotel. Fox was all over him in the car. His hands roamed restlessly, finding every sensitive spot, till Ethan was sure that he'd never before been so turned on while he was fully clothed.

Fox was nipping and licking at his throat and ear, whispering obscene suggestions. Olivero was half turned in the front seat, staring openly. Ethan watched his face as Fox murmured all the things he wanted 'Connor' to do to him in graphic detail. Ethan might as well not have been there, or been an inflatable doll, for all the attention he received. No, Olivero was fixated on Mulder, to the exclusion of anything else.

Not that Ethan blamed him. Fox was always hot, but tonight he was incendiary. The guise of Danny seemed to have let loose something inside him and, at this moment, he was the most sexual creature Ethan had ever known.

When they got out and said good-night, Ethan carried Fox's discarded blazer slung across his arm and hanging in front of him, to disguise the massive erection that bulged against his fly. In the elevator, he reached for Fox as the doors started to slide closed. To his surprise, and frustration, Mulder held him off. "No, Con..." Oh, so he was playing a game, was he? "You can't touch me, not yet."

"And why not, Danny?" Ethan kept the Irish lilt in his voice, playing along.

"Because I said so. You have to wait. Wait till we're in our room."

"Then what shall we do?" He reached out toward Mulder's face, but his hand was shoved away, and he found that he was, himself, baring his teeth.

"Then you'll take me, but not before." He reached into his pockets, then handed Ethan a rubber and a tube of lubricant. "So you don't have to go looking for it. Because do you know what I'm going to do?"

"What, Danny?" He slipped the supplies in his own pockets. He wanted his hands free. The lights were flickering as they drew closer to their floor.

"When we get in our room, I'm going to go lock myself in the bathroom for a nice, leisurely shower."

"You won't, you know."

"I will. If you don't stop me."

"I said you won't, Danny."

Mulder smiled. He slipped out of the jacket, tossing it on Ethan’s shoulder. Then he stroked his own belly, running a finger in a slow circle around the dip of his navel. "You've been so sweet and considerate, Con. But I know you can be... forceful." His hands slid up, and he rubbed his nipples till they stood out, hard as pebbles. He sighed, giving them a pinch. "Can't you?"

"You know I can." Ethan's voice was hoarse.

Mulder suddenly leaned close and whispered huskily, "Then show me! When we get in there, take what you want! No matter what I say or do. Take it, and don't stop till you're satisfied."

"You play dangerous games, Danny."

The door slid open. "I'm in it for the sport, Con."

At their room, Ethan unlocked the door, and stepped slightly to the side to allow Mulder to pass. Mulder slipped inside...

...and suddenly turned, throwing his weight against the door. Ethan lunged instinctively, managing to get his arm through before the door slammed against him. It hurt. It wasn't agony, but it damn sure wasn't a love tap. All right. We play for keeps.

He knew that Fox had been hoping to shut the door and throw the deadbolt. He'd have been trapped out in the hall, then, even with the room key, But slowly Ethan managed to force the door open a fraction, then a fraction more. Finally he slithered through. Fox hadn't realized he was so close to succeeding, and it took him by surprise. With nothing blocking the door, his weight slammed it shut, and he stumbled.

He made a lunge toward the bedroom, and Ethan remembered that the door had an inside bolt, also. He had to stop him before he got inside and threw it. He tackled Mulder, bringing him down with a jarring thump that drove most of the wind out of the FBI agent. Ethan moved up, straddling Fox's legs, and pulled off his own tie. "Give me your hands."

Mulder gazed up at him, eyes sparkling. Voice still breathy, he said, "Fuck you, Con." He bucked, hard. Ethan was half thrown off, and Mulder twisted lithely, trying to get on his hands and knees, preparatory to making another lunge for the bathroom.

But Ethan threw himself on Fox again before he could gain his feet, this time knocking him down so that he fell face first. Again he lost his breath, and it was longer coming back this time. By the time he could pull in enough oxygen so that he didn't feel like he was suffocating, Ethan had one arm up behind his back, the silk tie wrapped snugly around the wrist. Fox struggled in earnest, but Ethan caught his other wrist, dragged it back, and bound it to the other. Then he let him go and got up.

Mulder squirmed, cursing. Finally he rolled over onto his back and managed to lift himself up enough to sit against the couch. He watched as Ethan unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it on the floor. When the dark haired young man started to unbuckle his belt, Mulder got his feet under him and started to push himself up. When he was halfway to his feet, Ethan shoved him back onto the sofa, and he landed in a half slump, butt low on the cushions and legs sprawled out. Immediately Ethan straddled his hips on his knees, trapping him.

"Where d'ya think you're goin', Danny? You've got things to attend to."

"Let me up!"

"When you're through, Danny boy. When you're through. After you give me what you offered back at the club."

"I didn't offer you anything."

"Oh, not in words. But promises were made, Danny, and you know it." Ethan unhooked his belt and opened his fly, pushing his trousers down his thighs.

Fox eyed the bulge in Ethan's jockeys, and said pettishly. "I don't want to."

"You shouldn't lie to me like that, Danny," Ethan chided. "Of course you want to." He massaged his erection through the straining cotton knit, fingering the damp patch of pre-come. "Look at that. See what you do to me? In any case, I think I'll believe this..." Ethan reached down and cupped the swell at Mulder's crotch firmly, giving it a squeeze and adding "...before I believe what you say."

He opened Mulder's pants, spreading the fly so that he could work Mulder's hardened prick through the opening. "Now, if you're good to me, I'll be good to you." He stroked the engorged shaft, and Mulder closed his eyes. "You like that, pet. Come on, now. Be nice to daddy."

Fox turned his head, but Ethan gripped his hair and turned him back. He moved his hips forward, and the rosy head of his prick touched Mulder's lips. He moved slightly, and warm pre-come slicked the sulky mouth. He crooned, "Be sweet to me, Danny." After a moment, the tiniest bit of pink tongue crept out and touched his glans hesitantly. "Yes, darlin'. Taste me."

Mulder licked his lips, then let his tongue dart out a little further, and lapped the slick pink knob. Ethan hissed in pleasure and bumped it again against his lips, asking for entrance. Another moment's hesitation, and Mulder took the head into his mouth, sucking it softly. Ethan sighed, and started stroking Mulder gently. "That's my good boy, that's my sweet boy." He pushed his hips forward, to slide more deeply, and Mulder tried to pull back, making a protesting noise.

Ethan held his head firmly, and his grip on Mulder's dick tightened in warning. "Go on, Danny. Take it. You know you want to.

Mulder's heart was thumping. He'd had sex with Ethan many different ways, but never like this. Ethan was forthright about what he wanted, and could be demanding, but it had never really approached coersion this closely. It alarmed Fox a little to realize how hot he was for this. But I know it's Ethan. I know that he'd stop, if I really wanted him to. Wouldn't he?

A drop of salty, slightly bitter pre-come landed on his tongue, and he decided that he didn't want to find out. Instead he opened his mouth wider and allowed Ethan to slide deep, stroking his tongue along the ridge that ran up the underside of Ethan's prick. This earned him a pleased whine, and Ethan resumed jerking him off.

Ethan had been waiting to see if Fox was serious, or was only playing at reluctance. When he felt Mulder's tongue moving against his heated flesh, he took it for what it seemed to be, if not what it was: acceptance. Still holding his hair he began to fuck Mulder's mouth with short, easy strokes.

Ethan had never actually forced himself on anyone and he wasn't going to start, but this, a willing partner playing at resistance... This was hot. He knew that Mulder wasn't really a submissive person. Tonight he was letting the persona of Daniel Ballard take over, and this was just the sort of game Daniel would play. Well, God bless you, Daniel. I'm sure reaping the benefit.

He pulled out of Mulder's mouth, and was pleased to see him strain forward, trying to recapture his treat. Instead Ethan turned him and pushed him farther down, till he was lying on the couch with his legs dangling off to the side. He kicked his pants the rest of the way off and knee walked up higher, bringing his crotch up to Mulder's face. Moving over him he said, "Do my balls, Danny. You know what I like."

He masturbated as Mulder licked at his testicles, swirling his tongue over the lightly furred globes, stretching to lick up behind them. Jerking himself with one hand, he lifted his balls with the other and said hoarsely, "Open your mouth." When Mulder shook his head stubbornly, Ethan grabbed more hair and pulled hard enough to make him wince. "Fuck! You've had my bloody cock in your mouth, and now you're gonna balk at my balls? I don't think so, Danny! Open!"

Mulder obeyed. Ethan lowered one ball into his mouth, and Mulder closed his lips around it, sucking and probing with his tongue. Ethan groaned. "Yes, like that. Oh, damn, that's sweet." His hand moved faster. "I know I'm neglecting you, darlin', but this is just too good. I'll take care of you, never fear." He lifted, and dropped the other testicle into the hot, liquid embrace, then resumed frigging himself.

A moment later, Mulder felt the globe of flesh in his mouth contract. At the same time Ethan cried out, his body jerking, and Mulder felt hot drops of sperm on his face and in his hair.

Ethan moved off of him, saying, "The hotel is going to want to slap a surcharge on the bill for cleaning the upholstery, but fuck them." He got the handkerchief out of Mulder's blazer pocket and used it to wipe his lover, then himself.

Mulder pulled his legs up to stretch out on the couch, and said, "Con, you promised."

Ethan grinned at him. "Promised what, boyo?"

Fox squirmed, thrusting his wavering, needy prick at thin air, and whined, "Please, Con!"

"What do you want, Danny boy?"

"Suck me."

Connor cocked his head. "No."

"Con!"

Ethan got the condom and lube out of his discarded trousers. "I didn't get to use these. I think I will now."

"Well, all right, if you think you can get it up again this quickly, but do something."

Ethan clucked chidingly as he opened the lube and squeezed some out onto his fingers. "Not very diplomatic, Danny. Particularly seeing that I have your hands tied, and can do any fucking thing I please with you."

"I don't care! Just fuck me, okay?"

"No."

"Con!"

To Mulder's astonishment, Ethan bent slightly at the waist, reached behind himself, and slid his hand into the crease of his ass. "Let me rephrase that, Danny. I'm going to fuck you, but not like you think."

"I don't believe this," Mulder whispered. Ethan had turned, and he watched as his lover slid two greased fingers into his hole and worked them industriously, loosening and opening the muscular ring. "I do not fucking believe this!" A third finger had joined the first two, and Ethan grunted as he fucked them in and out.

Satisfied that he was open enough, Ethan opened the condom and rolled it down over Mulder's stiff prick. "Well, Danny, if you won't believe your eyes, maybe you'll believe your cock." Ethan climbed back on the couch, straddling Mulder's hip on his knees. He reached behind him and took hold of his lover's prick with one hand, spreading his own buttocks with the other, and moved back slowly till he felt the latex covered head nudge against his anus.

"Untie me!" Mulder demanded. "Untie me, and I'll do it right."

"No, Danny. I told you, I'M going to fuck YOU." Ethan sank back, mouth falling open as he impaled himself on Fox's hot, thick erection. "Oh, yes," he hissed, as it scraped over his prostate. "You see, Danny..." He sank back till he was sitting on Fox's crotch, the other man's prick completely engulfed. "This way I can have it exactly like I like it. I can control the depth, the speed, the strength. I'M fucking you." And he proceded to demonstrate, rising and falling slowly.

Shit, he's right. He's fucking me, even if I'm the one with his cock up someone's ass. It was incredible, the tight, hot grip sliding up and down his hard-on, but he wanted to participate, not feel so helpless.

When he tried to buck his pelvis up, Ethan put his hands on Mulder's hips, pinning him to the sofa, and continued his slow, teasing pace. "No ya don't, Danny. You just lay there and take it, pretty boy. Let Daddy fuck you this way."

Mulder raised his head and thumped it back with frustration. Anyone who didn't believe it was possible to top while being fucked in the ass was sadly mistaken. Ethan was in complete control. He continued the slow glide, adjusting the angle and depth of penetration to his his hot spot on every pass. Mulder tried to wiggle, tried to push up, but Ethan held firm, and he ended up cursing.

Without touching himself, Ethan began to get hard again, blood rushing to fill tissues, his prick slowly inflating. Mulder watched in astonishment. "I don't believe it. I don't fucking believe it!"

"What will it take to convince you, Danny?" Ethan sank back on him, taking his prick as deeply as he could. Then he squeezed with his internal muscles, gritting his teeth in concentration. Despite his hold, Mulder's back arched. Ethan circled his hips, making grinding motions as he continued squeezing, and Mulder came with a howl, trembling helplessly.

While he still shuddered, Ethan dismounted and quickly rifled Mulder's pants pockets, coming up with another condom and the discarded lubricant. Panting and stunned, Mulder watched as he rolled the rubber onto his hard-on, then coated it thickly with the slippery gel. "You won't," Mulder gasped.

"When will you learn?" Ethan flipped the squirming Mulder onto his stomach, climbed on top of him, and entered him with one hard stab. Fox cried out. Even as relaxed as he was. the rough, sudden intrusion hurt. But the pain was secondary to the pleasure. Ethan fucked him hard and fast, pounding into the almost painfully tight flesh.

It was too soon for Mulder to get hard again, but the aggressive thrusts coaxed a few more dribbles of come from his softening cock as he moaned and whimpered in pleasure. Ethan pumped with almost vicious strokes. "You're mine, Danny. Body..."

"Yes, Con." It was a sob.

"heart..."

"Yes, oh, yes! I love you!"

"and soul." The last thrust took him over the edge, and he spewed his seed into the tight latex glove, thinking vaguely, We're both getting blood tests when this is over. I am going to fuck him bareback, I swear.

When it was done Ethan stripped off both of the condoms and took them into the bathroom for disposal. He returned with a warm, wet towel, and cleaned his lover and himself. Then he sat on the sofa, lifting Fox up onto his lap.

"Untie me?" Mulder's voice was tiny.

"Not just yet."

"All right." It was Daniel's acceptance, Ethan knew. Fox Mulder would have insisted, blasphemously if necessary, on being released.

Ethan held Fox, burying his face first in the agent's sweat dampened hair, then against his throat. Fox sighed dreamily, rubbing his cheek against Ethan's when the younger man looked at him questioningly. "I love you, Con."

"I love you, too, Danny."

They sat like that for awhile before Ethan untied Fox and they both went to bed, to hold each other through the night. And both of them were wondering when they would be able to speak those same words, but use their own names.