Notes: pelotas michinados: blue balls, Magicas manos: magic hands, Dios mio: my God, beso negro: black kiss (translated in previous chapter, basically rimming and anal tongue insertion performed by a man or a woman).


Mulder was awakened by a soft tap at the bedroom door. He grumbled incoherently under his breath, but sat up. He glanced at Ethan, who slitted one green eye open, smiled faintly, then closed it again. "Oh, yes. Leave me to deal with the natives." He raised his voice. "What?" At his lover's sleepy chuckle he said, "Anyone who arrives before I've had coffee takes his chances."

Manuel's voice floated to them. "Breakfast, Senor Danny."

The aroma of strong coffee reached Mulder, and he said, "Oh, very well. Come in."

The door was pushed open, and Mulder realized that locking it last night hadn't accomplished much. Manuel lifted a tray off a small table in the hall and brought it inside, balancing it carefully. "Buenos dias, gentlemen." He brought the tray to the bed and unfolded its braces, settling it over Mulder's lap.

"Manuel, what on earth do you mean by barging in here in the middle of the night?"

"It is eight o'clock, Daniel."

"Like I said," Mulder poured himself a cup of coffee from the small carafe, "the middle of the night."

He sipped the fragrant brew while Ethan sat up, rubbing his eyes. When Hunt started to lift the silver dome sitting on the china plate, Mulder slapped his hand. "Ow!"

"That was brought to me, not you."

"Greedy cow," Ethan grumbled.

"Senor Connor, I can bring you a tray, but Senor Olivero hopes that you will join him for breakfast," Manuel said.

"Huh. You get breakfast in bed, and I get rousted."

"Aw, poor baby." Fox offered his cup to Ethan, who accepted a sip of coffee. "Go be polite to our host. Besides," Mulder lifted the dome himself, peeking at the plate's contents, "I intend to eat both of those croissants and all of the preserves, then go downstairs and pester the cook for more... eventually."

Ethan rolled out of bed and casually strolled naked over to the dresser. He didn't hesitate or try to cover himself, allowing Manuel a clear view. "What say, Manuel, how should I dress? Will we be goin' off into the bush much? If I ruin a good outfit, Danny'll skin me."

"I would suggest that you be prepared for a bit of hiking, senor. I am not exactly sure what Olivero intends to show you today, but some of his holdings lie in rough areas. You may very well do some traveling on foot, and our land is not very gentle. In particular you should wear sturdy boots." He smiled at Ethan angelically. "Snakes."

Fox winced. "I very well may not leave this house."

Manuel went to sit on the bed beside Mulder. "Do not worry. They usually stay off the grounds, and the grass is short enough to make them readily visible."

"I am so comforted," Fox said dryly. He picked up a buttery croissant and generously smeared guava preserves on it before taking a bite. He shook the pastry at Ethan, who was stepping into his boots, and spoke around his mouthful. "Connor, tuck your jeans in your boot tops. I don't want anything unhealthy slithering up there."

Ethan walked back to the bed, buckling his belt. He reached over and ruffled Manuel's hair, leaning down to whisper in his ear. "How didya know how much Danny loves breakfast in bed?" He grinned at Fox, who continued munching as he arched one eyebrow. "Ya just brought the one spread?" He shook his head, tsking. "Ya might want to provide one more." He smirked. "Danny loves a sweet spread, he does." Fox threw the last bite of croissant at Ethan, who dodged, laughing, and left the room in no great hurry.

Manuel picked the crumb off the bedspread and popped it in his own mouth. "You two tease each other a good deal."

"I suppose we do, but it's the good sort of teasing." He started on the other croissant. "We always follow through when it gets to the serious sort of playing, if you know what I mean."

"Si. No pelotas michinados ."

"Beg pardon?"

Manuel thought. "Eh... blue balls?"

Fox almost choked. He brushed the sheets. "Well, spraying crumbs is always attractive."

Manuel kicked off his shoes and stretched out on the bed beside Mulder, folding his hands behind his head. "Senor Danny, there is very, very little about you that I do not find attractive."

Fox finished the coffee and croissant, then set the tray aside on the night stand. "Oh, so there IS something about me that isn't attractive." He settled back down. "Tell. I can't improve if someone doesn't point out my meager faults, and Connor, bless him, is too besotted to be much good in that department."

Manuel turned on his side, facing Mulder. "The only thing I can think of is that you are unavailable."

Mulder turned to face him, too. "I'm not entirely unavailable." He reached out and touched Manuel's chin, then ran a finger down his throat to the middle of his chest. "I'll never leave Connor, and he's secure enough in that to allow us both a bit of room to stretch."

Manuel caught Mulder's hand and drew it back up. He licked Fox's finger, then sucked it into his mouth and rolled his tongue against it. When he released it, he said, "Would you like to finish your breakfast in bed with another spread, Danny?"

Mulder's mind was racing, even as he felt his cock beginning to stiffen. Am I a slut, or just into my role as Danny, or... is the way I'm feeling just more or less normal? I don't know, but... "What sort of spread did you have in mind, Manuel?"

Still smiling, Manuel stood up and stripped quickly. He lay down on his belly, wiggling comfortably, and opened his legs, resting his cheek on his crossed arms. "There are supplies in the night stand... if you have not already discovered them."

"Not yet." Mulder opened the drawer and found an assortment of condoms and lubes. He took out a tube, examining it. "Flavored." He glanced at Manuel. "Is this a hint, dear?"

In reply Manuel opened his legs ever wider, reached back, and pulled a small, glistening nub of rubber from his own anus. "A hint--yes. It is not necessary that you use it, Senor Danny." He sank one finger deep into his anal passage, and Mulder felt his cock twitch as the boy slid it slowly in and out. "As you can see, I keep myself prepared. You can take your pleasure quickly, but it would be... nice."

"Do you mean to tell me that you go around all the time with that inside you?" Manuel nodded. "You were wearing it when you picked us up at the airport, and at the club?" Another nod. Manuel pressed another finger into himself, pumping them deep. "When you ripped my shirt?" A slow smile, and another nod. "My God."

Mulder found that he was as hard as a stone at the idea. He quickly uncapped the lubricant and squeezed the clear gel onto his fingers. He moved over to kneel between his open knees. "Get your hand out of there, young one. Give me some room to operate."

Manuel obliged, sighing happily as he felt Mulder's longer fingers replace his own. They sank in easily. Mulder stroked over the sides of Manuel's anus, feeling for Manuel's prostate. He found it quickly--a small, firm bump. Manuel's back arched, and his hands worked at the sheets. "Ah!
Magicas manos."

"I'm not sure what you just said, but it sounded complimentary."

"It was, Danny."

"This may be a bit cold." He pulled his fingers out and inserted the tip of the tube, then squeezed. Manuel made a soft sound that wasn't quite a moan. "Sorry, pet. Let me make it up to you." He pushed the firm cheeks apart and bent down.

Manuel hissed in pleasure as Mulder's tongue flicked out, swiping over the crinkle of his asshole. It was different from the times he'd done this with Ethan. Before he'd always had to spend some time massaging the tight ring of muscle to get it to relax for him. This time he was able to push his tongue into the slick opening with almost no resistance. There was something undeniably erotic about having the young man so ready without having to coax and tease him along.

Mulder licked deep, then pulled back. He kneaded the boy's ass, and his voice was amused, "Manuel, were you trying to be ironic by giving me cherry lube?"

Manuel shrugged nonchalantly. "I am afraid it is the only way you will have anything cherry with me, Danny. Please?" Mulder bent back down and went back to work. He tongue fucked the younger man, alternating his tongue thrusts by sucking at the moist opening. Soon the boy was moaning quietly, rubbing his hard cock against the sheets. "Ay, Dios mio. How I love the beso negro."

Mulder paused, then said, "My lord. Your boss made an indecent suggestion to me on the way to the club, didn't he?"

"He only expressed a desire to give you pleasure, Daniel, like you are giving me."

"Well, that's... that's... That gives a person pause."

"Nooo, Daniel," he purred. "Do not pause, please."

"Um." Mulder shrugged. "Well, I suppose it's only to be expected. After all, Iam irresistible. I can't fault the man." He rolled a condom down his shaft and squeezed Manuel's buttocks. "Are you ready for me, sugar?"

"Very ready. Do not hesitate, Daniel."

Mulder lifted Manuel's hips a little and moved in closer. He fitted his cock head to Manuel's asshole and pushed gently. There wasn't much resistance, but once he was inside, Manuel's flesh clung to him snugly. He had expected at least some resistance, but Manuel took his entire length with only a pleased murmur.

It was very nice, very nice. Mulder hadn't had a huge number of female partners, and Ethan was the only man he'd ever fucked, so he didn't have all that much for comparison, but as far as he was concerned, Manuel was a choice piece of ass. Mulder began to stroke into the hot, tight depths.

"Yes, Danny, yes. Mm, so good. But do not be so gentle, my friend. Harder." Mulder strengthened his thrusts, pulling almost all the way back before he plunged back in, plumbing his depths fully. Manuel grunted happily and began to push back to meet him. But soon it wasn't enough. He panted, "Harder, amigo, harder! I need more."

Mulder was already fucking Manuel harder than he ever had any other partner. "Jesus, kid, I don't want to hurt you."

Manuel looked back over his shoulder, eyes hot, and snarled. "Hurt me, Danny! I want it! Fuck me hard."

Mulder was shocked by the intensity and hunger in the younger man's voice. He knew that there were some who enjoyed pain during sex, but he hadn't run into one before. He hesitated. I don't want to hurt him, even if it IS what he wants. I don't get off on causing pain. If I let myself...

"Damn you!" Manuel squeezed down hard, his rectum clamping down on Mulder's cock so hard that it was literally painful. At the same time he lashed backward, and his nails scored Mulder's chest.

Something snapped. Mulder slammed into the boy with a growl and began fucking him like an animal. Manuel cried out in pain, lust, and triumph. He ground and squirmed, fighting as much as fucking, and Mulder was carried along. He lost himself in the mindless rutting. Reaching beneath their bodies he found Manuel's rigid, weeping cock and tugged on it roughly. The boy screamed and his seed flooded Mulder's hands. He seemed to convulse around Mulder's impaling prick, and the spasms drew Mulder over the edge. Mulder humped against him, into him a few more times and shot into the rubber.

Manuel's voice was thick. "I wish we did not need the condom, Danny. I'd love to feel your come fill me, but that is a privilege that my master reserves for himself."

Mulder withdrew carefully, expecting to find his cock smeared with blood, but there was none, only the stickiness of lube and Manuel's natural moisture. He marveled as he stripped the condom off, dropping it into the wastebasket by the bed. "I don't believe it. I think I'd need a transfusion if anyone fucked me like that."

Manuel stretched. "It is what I am accustomed to. It is what I like." Mulder took the napkin off the tray and used it to wipe himself, then Manuel.

The boy did not object to this tenderness. He spread his legs again. When Mulder wiped down the crease of his ass, he wiggled backward so that Mulder's cloth covered finger dipped shallowly into his still open hole. "Good God, don't you ever get enough?"

"I do not think there IS enough, Danny." He giggled. "I want to see Conchita's face when she finds that napkin in the wash." He got up, and Mulder was surprised at how easily he moved. He would have thought he would be moving with difficulty for some time. Instead he retrieved the butt plug from the mattress and took it into the bathroom.

Mulder got up and followed him, leaning in the doorway as Manuel scrubbed the toy carefully with soap and hot water. When he was done he handed the still warm plug to Mulder, braced his hands on the counter, and bent at the waist, spraddle-legged. "If you would, Danny?"

Feeling a mixture of titilation and something bordering on revulsion, Mulder nudged the rounded head up against Manuel's rectum. It slid in easily, but the sphincter closed around the knob at its base, holding it in place. "Gracias." Manuel went back into the bedroom and began dressing. "Go back to bed, if you wish. I doubt our men will be back in time for lunch, and there is nothing you need to do. When you are ready, I will be here to amuse you," he trailed a hand down Fox's chest as he passed him "...in any way you wish."

For a moment after Manuel left, Fox just stared at the closed door. Then he sat heavily on the bed, falling back across it to gaze up at the ceiling. What the fuck just happened? I screwed his brains out, but I still feel like he was using me.