The Game 2
Edited by Karen Leigh
She sat surveying the hatchery, her body was huge and white, soft and perfect; the most advanced of the Gray nymphs of her kind, and of the most regal line of the Iridescence. Her flesh was a bright, muted white color that up close revealed itself to hold all the colors of the rainbow. Her vast Mind was as intricate and extensive as the network of the Hive, connecting all of their kind through a giant telepathic collective. The entire tapestry of their race was reflected in her Mind and her flesh. Her large, dark eyes gazed dispassionately over the younglings, not revealing the secret delight she felt, as her body was flooded with hormones in the response to their scent in this hatchery.
The hive attendants, neuter-fem drones, scurried forward as the passing thought wandered through her Mind: her flesh was in need of oiling. Sitting carefully with her distended, bloated egg sac filled with precious new life, she was perched on the floater ramp in the hatchery, passing through to see the younglings on her way to the main chamber.
She lifted her head. Far-off in another section of the hive, she felt the distant hum of one of her ambitious lieutenants as he dreamed brightly of future glory. Toying with the idea lazily, she considered DarkCyan008. He would have to earn his place at her side, that glory, that honor, of having his cells fertilize the eggs that lay dormant and growing inside of her.
But the nursery was filling rapidly and the hatchery was packed with young. It was not reproductive concerns that kept her anxious now. A telepathic report from one of her field officers, another drone called UltraMagenta04, was reaching her even as she surveyed the hatchlings in the incubators being cared for by the hive attendants. With a brilliant orange hue, UltraMagenta04's thoughts sent her the data and specific details of his reconnaissance mission. It appeared that several of the puny human life forms were in the process of forming a resistance. Where this rebellious offensive force was located was unknown as yet. Luckily, chips that had already been implanted in certain humans could still be activated, but their foes were already devising various means of halting their progress in other ways. To divide and conquer was the best way to overwhelm an enemy quickly. She buzzed an order to the attendants and several rushed over to assist her in turning the floater ramp around.
It was not enough to spend hours fulfilling the highest aspirations of her chosen mates, the males selected for breeding. It was also not enough to welcome them into her, to feel the keening ecstasy of their passage as they gratefully gave up their lives along with their fertile seed, disemboweled in the process but with their lineage forever engraved in the genetic archive of their race. Not enough to hold their shaking bodies as they swooned and died in her orgiastic shuddering embrace.
Nor was it a question of room. No; it was about resources. The humans with their polluted civilization had spread like a foul scourge across most of the planet's surface and she was hard-pressed to find an adequate way of ridding them from it without jeopardizing her own race's future use of it. Although their technology was not a match for the Grays, and she was well armed with her drone soldiers, the humans remained a threat to plans for occupation, permanent residence and hive expansion. Originally intending them to be used as hosts, they had watched as the humans proved to be a menace and a nuisance.
But the Mother was sure of eventual success. They had been waiting for so long, she and her people, for the time when they would claim this world for their own. She knew that her patience and perseverance would soon bear fruit.
The time for actual advancement had come and now the military incursions on prime installations and enemy encampments such as the gathering Innobotics androids could begin in earnest. They had to find them first, of course.
With her Mind carefully spinning intricate plans and strategic scenarios with the information that little by little trickled into the core processing center of her brain via the telepathic collective, the Gray Queen silently glided on the floater ramp into the main chamber.
She carefully did not share her concerns regarding the data on the Mac27 androids with the rest of her Mind; she wanted to avoid panic so did not let her black-tinged worry leak into the patterns of the collective. But it did not look good. Not only were the Mac27s apparently built to destroy her race, and defend against any Gray offensive, they were immune to the effects of the Black Oil. They needed more information on them. She wanted to know why they looked identical to the clones they had captured.
In the main chamber, she sent a green ray of summons along the Iridescence of her Mind, calling DarkCyan008 and several other hopeful, ambitious Gray drones to join her.
The thrill of summons was almost too much for DarkCyan008. He knew he was not yet a full male. He had not slept and transformed into a beautiful winged drone, exquisitely equipped with vestigial transparent wings that would help him balance and drive his male anatomy into the cloaca of the queen. Still he preened the soft down of his gray hide, showing the faint whirls of his dark cyan color underneath. He couldn't understand why he was directed to bring his pathetic human attendant unless it was to feed him to the hatchlings. Perhaps he would finally be given one of the white neuter-fems to attend him in the last stages before transformation.
Jerking on the collar of his human slave, DarkCyan008 led the sniveling creature forward. As he approached the Queen's chamber, the radiance of her colors overwhelmed him and he fell to his knees to honor her beauty and greatness.
With a disgusted look at the stupid mammal he had to put up with, DarkCyan008 pulled the creature down, making it crawl even lower than he did. On it's belly, the pink-color-disgusting hams wiggled like meat. DarkCyan008 mustered a little acid into his stinging finger and jabbed it into the tender thighs. A shrill sound and grunt of agony greeted this affection.
"Silence, you approach her Whiteness, Lady of Infinite Hue, my Queen..."
The human cringed, but he had finally learned to keep quiet. He hunkered lower and wiggled his way along the corridor on his belly.
The Queen awaited the arrival of DarkCyan008.
With over 1 in 100 humans abducted in the North American continent each night alone, the Grays had access to a vast amount of data concerning these creatures, along with chips implanted in them for control and observation.
With the deep violet-purple of a firm decision, the Queen sent a shaft of intent, a new order, to UltraMagenta04, who was already in the field. He was currently hovering over the capitol of the United States, Washington D.C., in one of the scout craft with radar invisibility. She ordered him to activate the implants of all the abductees in the region. They were not to be gathered; no. This time, the chips were merely to be activated so that they could be found.
//Track the chips. Locate the largest concentration of them in rural areas,// she commanded, fully aware that only a military installation of implanted human officers or gathering of clones and abductees would be found in one place that was not in the immediate city or its suburbs. She was fairly certain too from what they had observed already, that the Mac27 androids would be contacting and communicating with the clones, now that the clones seemed to be heeding some call to gather in Washington D.C.
DarkCyan008 was approaching the main chamber. Humming to herself as she watched her faithful drone approach, the Queen regarded the features of the mammalian grub that accompanied him. As different as the clone was from her own kind, it at least had one thing going for it: it's close resemblance to all the others. Even to the Mac 27 androids. Uniformity bespoke of purity of genetic lineage. Storing away that face for careful scrutiny and research in a far corner of her Mind, she sent a tendril of thought towards the Medical Bay. There, perfecting their plans with biomedical expertise, were the two little blue doctors, Navy01 and Navy02. She ordered them to begin a careful scan of all the humans in their database of abductees and find matches with that face, either of DNA links or feature patterns.
DarkCyan008 threw himself before the floater ramp. If it had been closer to the ground, he would have pressed his forehead to the edge of it. The sickly-pink grub lay face-down and didn't rise, obviously trying not to attract attention to himself.
"Where did you acquire this one?" she buzzed aloud at DarkCyan008.
Navy01 and Navy02 sent a small orange ray of identification and elaboration on the facial feature data she had sent them from the grub laying on the floor before her. Apparently, this mammal *was* a clone, and it's genetic makeup had originated from one Alex Krycek, who was labeled as highly dangerous in their databanks. Krycek had been a member of the original Human Consortium but had gone rogue. His whereabouts were unknown and none of her field officers or general medical abduction teams had ever been able to tag him with a chip. Also, the same face had been sighted several times in Washington D.C. in publicly visible locations. Obviously the clones were gathering there. This was looking very bad.
She began to think, in the strategic blue color shift of her scenario thinking mode. She was still awaiting the arrival of her other commanders. "Have you fitted him with a chip? Tag him, and then let him go. He will undoubtedly behave as the others and will find himself following his inbuilt homing system, as the other clones have demonstrated. He will gravitate towards others of his kind. Follow him carefully, monitor his path and watch him. Let him go where he feels himself pulled, for he will lead us right to them. It is important to use this opportunity to discover the whereabouts of the amassing android army."
DarkCyan008 trembled with pleasure and gratitude at her words. This was a great honor, for her to assign him with this important task. He knew full well that it could lead to a successful spearhead thrust at the heart of their enemies' base of operations. He wondered if he would be awarded a hive attendant now that he was to use this mammalian slave in a strategic operation.
The Queen was feeling indulgent and decided to give him incentive. "Very well, you may have a pale, soft attendant of your very own." She buzzed an order at a nearby Hive attendant who was standing idle, awaiting the call to service, and the little one swiftly ran to DarkCyan008's side and knelt there. She continued, "This is your chance at glory, my faithful one. Do not fail me, and you will be chosen for the Mating Ritual," she promised him, letting the scintillating reds and yellows of her hope and faith in him to succeed in this venture color her words. She was entrusting him with a vital mission.
After DarkCyan008 left the queen's Ultraviolet light, he begin to strut along the corridor, his body enacting the instinctive dancing motions of a successful forage. His new attendant followed in her white prism of color, echoing the queen in her soft beauty. His human slave followed.
When they arrived in his chambers, DarkCyan008 summoned his human pet to his side to insert the chip. As the human crouched trembling in front of him, his thin back showing every bone of the spine, DarkCyan008 felt a strange urge to practice mating on the human body one last time. He jabbed the chip into place and daubed some of his healing juices onto the site of the wound. The human moaned and quivered.
Quickly, the drone mounted the larger human body, jabbing his male organ into the cloaca of the human...well, perhaps it was not a cloaca, but he was used to using it as such.
The human moaned. They were extraordinary noisy creatures until the larvae hatched and made them properly quiet. As DarkCyan008 jabbed his immature seed prod into the small orifice, he felt the pleasure build. He hoped it would feel like this with the white neuter female. Humans could never know the lovely pulsing of the prod, the fear and pleasure echoing the ceremony of mating when he would dance, his gray soft bristles showing every blue and green of his ancient line which would be carried on by the children that the Queen would bear.
Lovely colors, the very shades of his noble waves, marked the human's skin when DarkCyan008 released him. He stayed crouched on the floor, the unpleasant fleshy lumps that protected the cloaca held high. As usual, moisture drained from the creature's eyes and he moaned, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Now, I know...I know."
Taking up the creature's leash, DarkCyan008 buzzed, "Now, you will be of further service. We shall see if you will bear my poisoned offering into the midst of your kind."
There were a large center where the humans with the chips congregated, but there was also the place where sources had told the Grey Iridescence the Mac 27s had been made. DarkCyan008 released his slave near there. It was stupid, remaining crouched down on the ground until he said, "Run away, ugly slave, daub of light absorbing dun!"
It scurried away, falling at times, but building speed as it ran toward the building.
As she sat musing over the possible deflections to her plans, the Queen in her Radiance began to cogitate upon alternatives should the release of DarkCyan008's little clone pet backfire on them.
For one thing, any enemy of the Mac27s and the clones designed to battle the Grays and the Oiliens were a possible ally.
She sent a burst of communication telepathically along the Radiance of her Brain to UltraMagenta04, who it seemed was already in position in his craft over Washington DC. Perfect.
//Scan for all implants with the specific frequency designated for the Syndicate abductees, preferably prior to 1975// she ordered him.
It did not take long for the reply to come. With a startled, muted accompanying gasp from her captain, UltraMagenta04 sent to her an astounding piece of information.
Samantha Mulder. Samantha Mulder was alive! At least, her implant was still active.
Growing agitated and excited, the White Queen shuddered on her floating ramp, causing it to wobble slightly.
//*Samantha Mulder must be reacquired! This could be the turning-point and bargaining tool we need!*//
The Queen had not meant to broadcast this statement, along with its intensity, into the entire Collective but in her excitement, she did. No matter, at least now all the Grays knew of this priority.
Who should she choose for the task? Ah.
She contacted DarkCyan008.
//My Faithful One, I have a further task for you, one that is dangerous and most glorious. Are you still in position near Innobotics? We must acquire Samantha Mulder. We have her coordinates.//
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Suddenly Pinocchio was awakened, jolting from his sleep. He was in a house, resting on a bed and on top of him, much like in his dream, he held a little girl in his arms, on his body in fact. Her name he already knew, Samantha Mulder, but in his dream she was a vampire... Family, the word echoed. His dream, or was it a nightmare, how much of it was real. He could remember only fragments..his Princess.Inga a demon.death of an old man.
He drew an arm tighter around the child, hand reaching for his gun and drawing it closer. His heart was racing, what danger was coming? From where? He reached up to his neck, feeling no puncture marks, his skin smooth but one did not need to be there, for somewhere in a distant place, she was real... And he was still bonded to her... But in a deeper way than mere bite of blood.
Sleep drew him deep once again.
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UltraMagenta04 was ecstatic: his queen had ordered him to reacquire the Samantha Mulder human for their use. DarkCyan008 was busy; it was more than lucky for him! He was not far from where the implant's signal was radiating, either.
Silently, he directed his navigator to fly the ship over Washington DC...
The Hotel was bathed in an intense floodlight; people froze, stunned, the intensity of the beam made their hearts pound - afterwards, shocked guests would complain that the helicopter had passed too close to the hotel's windows.
UltraMagenta04 ordered two of his crew to go down and abduct the being with the implant.
It took a little less than seven minutes to acquire them.
The ship lifted in a silent orange glow, the blue from its drive muted in the effect.
UltraMagenta04 turned as the two crewmembers entered the main shell of the ship.
He stared. There stood two furious and frightened creatures. It most certainly was not Samantha Mulder. He was horrified. These creatures appeared to not even be human. There was one dark-haired female and one blond male.
UltraMagenta04 was livid. There was a complication he had not imagined... the implant in the blond creature's head had misdirected them.
He was sure that his color pattern would be erased from the Radiance of the Iridescence for this mistake.
With trembling fingers, he turned and pointed to the crewmembers. //Find Samantha Mulder's implant signal trace... and take us there *now*!//he ordered, certain that if they could still acquire Samantha Mulder, the queen might not have him disemboweled and beheaded and fed to the Hatchlings in the Nursery.
As for the two creatures on board, he had them frozen in stasis for transport; they had begun to make threatening overtures.
He idly wondered if they could be fed to the Hatchlings instead.
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The ship glided softly in the sky like some strange Christmas ornament, over Greenwich, Connecticut.
Pinocchio stirred in the bed, unaware of the impending danger.
Samantha Mulder sat bolt upright in bed, and tried to scream. It was happening again! Her heart was pounding.
'Fox' - she tried to scream.
The child's scream woke the man; alert, gun in hand immediately, eyes quickly searching for danger. The dream Dru had warned him danger was coming, sadly it was too late.
But the light then suddenly enveloped the house was too overwhelming and abruptly, the door opened. Three Grays entered the room and grabbed her, bodily this time. She wasn't just being floated out - they were taking no chances.
One of the grays immobilized the man with the gun before he could react. It looked at him. This was not expected, the child to be with someone... deadly in fact. The Gray looked at the weapon the man held, not fearing him using it. But the glare coming from the blue of the man's eyes bore deep into his blacks. A shiver was sent up the spine of it.
This man's anger went deeper and it walked over closer, a brave move. A snarl tried to grace the handsome man's features as it looked at him. It could hear his thoughts however. //I'll fucking kill you. LET HER GO, DON'T YOU DARE TAKE HER FROM ME!// The man thought.
The Gray tilted its head. Such devotion the humans had to little ones or to each other. It felt the pain in the man, years of pain, of hurt by his own kind and one of dreams all too recent. Suddenly it got the overwhelming angst from the man and it backed up. This was the last straw for the man as it turned its head to see the other two taking the girl out.
Unable to move or cry out, Samantha was borne aloft, sucked into the belly of the ship and Pinocchio was left, alone.
The Gray turned its head back still backing from the man, he was slowly moving, the gun raising. No human had been able to do that, not under their effects. The gun was pointed at its head, its black eyes staring down the barrel. The man's hand was twitching. It suddenly felt that once the little girl was gone... this man would be very deadly. No fear of losing his life, no fear of killing whatever stood in his way to get the little girl back from them. He felt the man would relentlessly pursue them... to literally the ends of the Earth.
Suddenly the gun fired and the Gray ducked, the bullet missing and lodging into the framework. //YOU FUCKERS, I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU ALL. I'LL TEAR ALL YOU HEADS OFF WITH MY BARE HANDS IF I HAVE TO!// came the shouts of the mind, //DON'T YOU DARE TAKE HER FROM ME DAMNIT!// The Gray realized it was all the man held to reality for reality was now gone from the man who played in games of non reality. The man became a deadly foe in that instant and the Gray, out of fear quickly left.
UltraMagenta04 was slowly calming down. He had their prey; now he could return to his queen, triumphant. Perhaps she would even reward him. Certainly the two other inadvertent acquisitions of his could be considered a bonus.
Happily, the ship flew back to the mother ship, carrying the three abductees in stasis.
The Gray returned to the ship with the others, scared of the human it left behind. The human called Agent Mulder had been a problem... but this one... he wasn't fearful of dying any more. Plus... it sensed there was something special about the man. Not only was he hardened and fearless now of dying, but... it sensed... the virus would not effect him like the others. Unlike all others they learned were trying to be created... this was natural... something above all understanding... of a higher will... of their God. The Gray quickly went to tell its superior of this... of what the man was... of the danger of him.
Pinocchio was finally able to move and the gun in his hand went off several times before he realized he was squeezing the trigger. He sat up with a jolt, growls and snarls from his lips. His heart broke at that moment. He failed his love... he failed to protect his family. He quickly ran outside looking up at the sky. He vowed then and there, he would hunt every one of them down and kill them all... whatever it took. They tore his life apart, his last bit of humanity... they took it from him when they took Samantha
He looked back to the house, seeing a car out front. He quickly went to it, heading in a direction he was being pulled to. That natural homing signal he and Hobbes shared. He would need Hobbes to keep him from doing anything too... stupid, too... deadly. "I'll get your daughter back, my Princess. I failed you... but not twice." he snarled as he slammed his foot to the pedal... heading towards Innobotics.
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UltraMagenta04 relayed a telepathic message to his queen.
//I have acquired the child! She seems different somehow. She has not aged. Also, I have two tributes for you.//
The Queen mused over the communication, which was laced with the images of their mission. The best way to sow dissent amongst their enemies and those who would stand in their way would be to manipulate their emotional responses. Fox Mulder was the obvious choice, especially in the light of his involvement with the Resistance and the human organization against the invasion.
Thinking quickly, she ordered, //Take the child to Innobotics. Ensure she is as close to the same condition she was when she was first taken. Leave her in a suitable place so that Fox Mulder will discover her.//
She sent a smile down the Radiance of her Mind, //and then bring me the tributes.//
UltraMagenta04 shook and shuddered with the pleasure that lanced through his being at her smile. Hastening away to do her bidding, he directed his navigator to proceed to Innobotics.
The ship sailed quickly through the skies of Earth, coming to rest in a hover over the site. Using the original DNA data on Samantha Mulder, a Gray medical technician entered the keys to her life-code into the stasis tube. Samantha bucked, her body trembling.
Approximately 45 minutes later, in a flash of light and a long slow descent, Samantha's unconscious body was drifted down and laid to rest on the entranceway to the Innobotics complex.
The ship released the beam, leaving her to dream of a more innocent time, and left as silently as it had come.
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Pinocchio pulled the car up to the compound. Something inside him told him to stop here first. He hid the black Chevy very well and loaded himself up with weapons. He wasn't taking any chances. He hopped the fence easily. Then using his military training, he made his way toward the building.
It was huge and he noted... there were a lot of fucking Krycek twins hanging around, armed too. He growled slightly to himself. He broke his way into the compound. Slowly moving around searching for the right guy to grab and nail for questioning. He had to hide several times but as he did, he scoped the place out. He narrowed his eyes at items, logging what he was seeing in the back of his mind for later. Stuff that might come in handy.
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He moved from room to room till he spotted a man by himself. The others appeared to be androids like those he had hunted. They always seemed to have someone with them. Plus they seemed to be communicating but not like normal. Some had distant looks in their eyes as if someone was talking to them mentally. He entered a room, gun drawn. "Okay dick, you move you die got it. Now you are going to answer my questions or I started putting holes in you. Where is Hobbes, Thomas Hobbes?"
Vic wasn't having the best time of his life. He'd fought with Mac, and then just sat around here endlessly waiting to learn the reason why he'd been sent. Nothing had turned up, and he was feeling really irritated.
When the asshole with the attitude suddenly turned up and started waving his gun around, Vic had had enough.
"Yeah?" he said, his face a parody of good humour he was far from feeling. "Bite me."
He continued to read his book, ignoring the man completely
Pinocchio lowered his head slightly then, that deadly look in his eyes that showed his patience was thin. He paced over to the man who looked like all the others around but slightly different. With a free hand, he batted the book away, sending it across the small room. Then he reached down, bending slightly and grabbed a fist full of material.
Vic was livid. The fuck with the bad temper was asking for it.
Pinocchio jerked the man up from the chair and tossed him to the floor, going with him. A knee landed solidly to Vic's chest as the other supported his weight. The gun muzzle was shoved hard under the chin causing the man to look up slightly. A snarl graced his lip, "I do more than bite pretty boy and I ain't the fucking mood for attitudes, I have enough as it is." When he felt the man try to move, he shoved his knee in harder to the sternum. "Now you are going to tell me if you've seen a blond haired innocent looking soldier named Tom Hobbes... and while you are at it you can tell me what the hell is going on here. There are an awful lot of pretty fuckers running around that look just like you and Krycek, dick. So start spilling those green-eyed guts of yours." he snarled.
His eyes quickly scanned the man before returning to the pool of greens that angrily stared up into his blues. He met them with no fear; hell what did he have to fear now? He was dead inside for his heart was shattered; all that was needed was a breeze to blow the remains away.
"It would be perfectly fucking obvious to anyone with half a brain. I am Zoltan, ruler of the Universe, and the others are my many brothers, all waiting to take my place when I ascend to the great beyond." The contempt dripped from Vic's voice. "I've been at a royal reception on Deneb 3 and haven't yet had time to locate Tom Hobbes. Of course, you could get the fuck off me and we could go and ask, but then that would involve the kind of intelligence that knows words of more than one syllable, so maybe it will be too much for you."
He closed his eyes, apparently relaxed, awaiting any motion from his assailant, and congratulated himself on the fact that even though he hadn't thought things could get any worse, here he was, with a fucking gun stuck in his neck, missing the goddamn playoffs.
His cup was running over.
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David became aware of the silent alarms being tripped in rapid succession and designated another portion of his system to monitor the lone intruder.
God, One...you need to come back in one piece. I can't do this by myself.
Sypher's brow was furrowed and she was frowning, neither of which boded particularly well in David's admittedly limited experience.
She gave in with a small mental sigh. I'm still very tired, she admitted quietly. It's making me more emotional that I should be, Demon, and the situation with One has only made it worse.
More emotional than she should be? David pondered this concept, rapidly accessing any files that might be relevant. There was data on certain situations in which human females were highly emotional, but tired was not one of them. And even David knew better than to open a discussion of hormonally driven emotive outbursts.
I need to rest, but I hate to sleep. Could you, she blushed deep crimson, could you please just hold me for a while? I sleep better when I'm held...
David was obviously confused--and visibly hesitant to indulge his curiosity, which made Sypher smile a bit more. /I worded that badly. What I meant to say was that my emotions are overriding my intellect because of my fatigue and my concern for One...a situation I'm sure that you can appreciate./ He nodded, and she relaxed a bit more; confident that he really did understand that much, at least.
The next part, however, she wasn't so sure about...mainly because she didn't understand it herself. She didn't know why she felt such a need for this, from him, right now--it wasn't like her to give anyone such a clear glimpse at any of her weaknesses--but she needed it, and felt sure that David wouldn't use it against her anyway. After all, he already had all of her most important secrets.
Without hesitation, David took Sypher in his arms, arranging her so that her head rested on his shoulder. He was slightly surprised that she allowed him to take control of her physical person, but something in him recognized the act as one of trust. Trust was a useful tool. Everything in David's programming suggested that very strongly, but he'd never been able to wield it when it came to Sypher. To do so seemed ... wrong somehow.
Rest now, he encouraged. There is little we can do for One. He will either return to be ... chastised or he will not. Smiling slightly without realizing it, David added, I'm sure you want to be at full strength when he arrives back here. His rash actions deserve nothing less.
Conflicted...Sypher sensed that very strongly; along with a small, quiet, deep-down purr of pleasure as she snuggled into him unhesitatingly. I trust you, Demon, she thought very quietly to herself, I don't know why I should, but I do and it's good enough for now.
She giggled sleepily. If you think all you're going to do is sit back and watch, think again, my Demon.
She surprised him, but David thought that she'd responded well to his earlier effort at humor so he tried again. I will have to investigate the positive aspects of voyeurism before I decide.
Although...I'm not...adverse...to...putting on a...show...for...you...for a while.
With that, she slipped off to sleep; unknowingly leaving a very confused and conflicted Mac in her unconscious wake.
When Sypher relaxed in his arms; David sent a mental query to Mac Smith. /Do you have a visual on the intruder?/ Instantly, the other android supplied video/audio of a confrontation between the intruder, whom David recognized as Michael Pinocchio, and the clone, Victor Mansfield. It seemed that Mansfield had a bit of Alex Krycek in him when he got angry. Given what was to come, David couldn't help but feel that that was a good thing.
Staring at the woman in his arms, David ignored the confusion she inspired, enabling him to more efficiently go about his myriad of other tasks. With a sigh, he noted that One was being cagey about what he was up against at Innobiotics, so David contacted Mac 27 Units 67 and 68 directly and gave them some advice on how to proceed.
Grumbling about ungrateful wretches, he slowly became aware that his agitation was troubling Sypher's rest. Immediately, he dampened his emotive response and hugged her a little tighter. He had a bit to learn about his new role.
Multi-tasking he could do, but he needed to be able to do it without spillover from one to the other. David vowed to learn that forthwith when a wave of an indulgent chuckle came his direction from One.
David was suffering just as One had from the constant flow of requests for information, direction, and reassurance. It was a wonder anyone even ate without demanding instructions...One's thoughts entwined with his beloveds and wrapped around Sypher's' slumbering dreams. He wanted to be with them, but he didn't think he would have a chance again.
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"You're a fucking wise-ass genius aren't you, dick," he growled. He shoved the gun harder into the man. "Well your wise ass comments are only going to get fucking holes in you, now start talking or I start seeing how many holes it takes to get to the center of a asshole."
He cocked the gun right into Vic's ear, blue eyes still flashing down at him. "I'll ask it again. Where is Hobbes and what the hell is going on here?" When the answer wasn't coming Pinocchio leaned down deadly >closer, "Come on pretty boy, I really hate to mess up the carpeting in here."
"I guess you're going to have to do what you gotta. I'm allergic to speech with dip-shits that stuff guns in my face. It's just not the Canadian way. If you'd care to put the gun away and take a seat, I'll be happy to make inquiries for you about your boyfriend. Until that time, goodnight, Irene."
Victor made a show of nestling back into the rug, closed his eyes, and let out a couple of realistic snores.
Pinocchio narrowed his eyes at the man. Slowly he leaned down and kissed him square on the lips. He then pointed the gun at the floor, near the man's ear and pulled the trigger. He felt the man jump below him. He pulled back saw that eyes had flown open. Pinocchio quirked a half grin then pushed off the man, hearing a puff of air leave his lips.
He reached down and jerked the man to his feet but never holstered the gun. "Fine then." He stood glancing around before looking back at Vic, "Start talking." he holstered his gun.
Different, Vic thought, his ears still ringing from the blast next to his head. He wondered if he'd ever hear John Lee Hooker's high notes again. Shaking his head in an attempt to clear it, he bit back the several words that had come to him, and looked at the goon that had just planted the smacker on his lips. What to do, what to do?
"Well, at least we're on the same page here." Vic permitted his gaze to travel up and down the military type that stood, still belligerent, although no longer scowling, in front of him. It suddenly struck him as inexpressibly funny, and he started to laugh despite the thunderous look that garnered from the intruder. "What was the name again? Hogg? Can't say I've seen him. Alex was fucking some blond guy a couple nights back. Can't say that I knew his name. I can ask though."
Watching on the monitor, Skip gagged and hesitated with his finger over the button that would gas the room with a swift acting and harmless gas.
The asshole, and by that, Skip meant no insult to useful orifices everywhere, had been watched since his first inept efforts to penetrate the temple security. He'd triggered five alarms in the first ten minutes.
If David had not been curious about the man, Pinocchio would be a puppet without any strings by now. Skip personally would as well turn the man out with a strong dose of laxative because it was obvious that he was full of shit. However Victor seemed to be playing some sort of game with the man and Skip did believe in amusing his guests
Vic picked up the phone and thumbed the extension that was Skip's office, hoping that one of Skip's Macs would be there, if not the great man himself.
"Hey, Zoltan, Defender of the Universe here. I'm looking for some guy called Hogg." At Pinocchio's hissed prompt, he grinned. "Sorry, I'm told that's Hobbes. Do we have one of those in the dungeons somewhere?" Vic's hearing was beginning to settle. Now there was merely an angry buzzing in his ears rather than total deafness. He smirked offensively at Pinocchio as he waited for the response.
Skip answered, "Fuck no. He went wandering off just before Mulder and Krycek left. Probably went to Innobotics, which seems to be the in location lately. What do you want me to do about the woodpecker boy who is bugging you? Are you in the mood for a nap? And, hey, some guy named Nathan has been calling every ten minutes for you and tying up the switchboard."
"A nap? Hell, no. That would ruin all my fun. So he took off, did he? Thanks for the info, and by the way, if ever you need my death rays trained on your enemies, consider it done. As far as Nathan's concerned, I don't exist. Tell him that I've returned to my real identity in the Andromeda nebula, okay? I'm having a bad enough day as it is." Vic grinned again and replaced the phone, turning to stare at Pinocchio.
"Perhaps rather than the laxative, a judicious application of itching powder might prove to be the ticket. Minor irritations should know better than to become major ones." Skip came back.
Pinocchio looked about the place, something was bothering him until he looked straight at the small camera in the room. He held the scowl from his face as he turned his blues to Vic. Pinocchio thought a moment... okay he could pull a grenade, make it live and if the fucker behind the camera tried anything, gas or whatever, the room would be gone. So would he but who gave a fuck.
He decided to play it cool though and just placed his hands on his hips. "Well pretty boy, what's the answer, the sooner you give it to me the sooner I get out of your hair." He stated.
"But you promised to marry me." Vic's voice was plaintive as he stepped forward towards the soldier. "According to the powers that be, your boy took off sometime early this morning, heading for Innobotics. More than that I can't tell you. However..." Vic sucker punched Pinocchio in the gut, and then brought his joined hands down on the back of his neck hard as Pinocchio folded, dropping him neatly to the floor. "That's for being so surly. You should learn some manners. They maketh the man, I've heard."
He stood over the fallen soldier, dusting his hands in satisfaction.
Pinocchio raised his head slightly, trying to catch his breath. Okay he deserved that one. Quickly he grabbed the man's legs and knocked him to the floor he crawled on top of him and growled, pinning arms down to the side.
"You care to teach me pretty boy?" he asked, "Cause I learned all is fair in love and war." Blues met the greens of the other man below him, their bodies pressed together but both angry and not lovers though one could take it as such if they just walked in.
Pinocchio was sure he had a strong hold on the man, he liked to see how this man would get out of it... if he could.
Well, for goodness sakes. "Get the fuck off me," growled Victor. "You think that I want to teach you the art of love? You need to go get a shower first. Your personal freshness could use attention." Vic lifted his head and bit Pinocchio's nose, then raised his knee with force between his assailant's legs in an attempt to flatten his balls for him.
With a grunt, Pinocchio doubled up, and Vic threw him off, scrambling to a crouch while he waited for the madman's next move.
Pinocchio rubbed his nose then just sat there on the floor and looked at the man. He quirked an eyebrow at him. "Shower? You got one?" he noticed the bathroom door and walked over pulling it open once he hauled his body off the floor.
Vic had been expecting a fight. This was too weird for words. He gaped as Pinocchio made himself at home with the facilities in his room.
He walked in and turned the water on, moaning softly at he steam of hot water. He smiled slightly, a shower would do nicely. Maybe it would wash away some of this... sadness he was feeling. He kicked the door closed and started undressing, keeping weapons close. He left the knife strapped to his calf on. Then he stepped into the hot water.
Instantly his skin turned red but he moaned loudly at the feel of it. He turned slowly in the water, wetting his hair. He soon washed up after just enjoying the water for a while. He climbed out after checking to see if anyone was out there, then wrapped a towel around him. He walked out looking much cleaner, shaved and smelling better now all he needed was clothing, fresh that is. "Don't happen to have any fresh clothes do you?"
Vic laughed suddenly.
"You've got your nerve, haven't you? Do you want to tell me why I shouldn't kick your ass and throw you out into the yard?" He frowned. "Who the fuck are you anyway, and why is this Hodges guy so important to you?"
Pinocchio give a chuckle, "Kick my ass... riiight..," he said under his breath. "Names Mike Pinocchio... and no jokes either or I'll toss JUST your ass into the yard. As for Hodges... it's Hobbes... The kid is a friend... and... he's needed... believe me the less you know about our mission the better."
Vic gave a snort. "Think you can? You're welcome to try." He stood, at ease, one hand on his hip and the other idly scratching his chin. "Put your weapons down and have at it, if you think you have a chance. I promise I won't use my death ray on you."
He rooted around in the closet, and tossed underwear and a T-Shirt to the man in the towel. "Guess I can loan you a pair of sweats till we get your stuff laundered. My jeans probably won't fit you.
Pinocchio caught the underwear and T-shirt, "If the jeans won't fit...like the underwear would?" he tossed them back at the man, "Besides...have no need for them." He hadn't been wearing underwear for years...Harsh Realm took care of that. What was the sense of wearing the undergarment if you only had one pair and didn't know where your next bath was going to come from or chance to clean the darn things... so he just gave up on them.
Vic gave a snort of laughter as he surveyed the man's package. "Hmmm.. I dunno. It doesn't look too special to me. Maybe it grows a lot when it gets excited? I must remember to ask this Hobbes."
He pulled the shirt on, at least that fit. His eyes then traveled over Vic. He was a good looking man, looked exactly like that bastard Krycek, nice green eyes, a fucking cute smile, nice body, and a fucked up attitude like he had. "Tell me something kid... why the fuck is everyone running around here looking like you?" Pinocchio knew the answer but it was ingrained to gain information. He needed to know what the other man knew.
Pinocchio crossed his arms as he tried to keep from visualizing this man, his mouth tasting Vic's once again.
Pursing his lips, Victor considered the other. He was being polite now, he guessed. No harm in answering that one. Not that it was going to do the man any good to hear his thoughts.
"Fucked if I know, to be brutally frank. There are two separate things going on here. Some of us are androids, if you can believe that. There were a series of 10,000 built at a company called Innobotics, and they all look like me. That's most of them, but I'm not an android. There are also a whole bunch of us that are human. We seem to be clones of a guy called Alex Krycek, who was here a while back, but went off to Innobotics a short time ago. Other than that, I don't know what to tell you other than that we appear to be under alien attack. That's all the news that is news. Now where did you fit into this mess?"
Vic sat down on the bed in an attitude of great interest, and waited.
"I just came looking for the kid. Make sure he stays out of trouble. He tends to find it without even looking and to be honest... sometimes I wonder how Hobbes makes it through this world." he shook his head slightly as he sighed. "As for the fitting into all this mess, clones, androids..." again another shake of his head. He wasn't ready to tell this man anything close to the truth, if there was a truth for him to know.
"Don't forget Zoltan," grinned Victor.
"The last thing I remember was running for my fucked up life from Santiago. How I got out... I don't know. How Hobbes got out... don't know either." He walked over and sat down on the bed as well. "All I know is I'm happy as hell to be out of that place but... it's not over it seems... I don't know that I know about anything any more other than..." he trailed off.
He sat silent for a while then turned his head to the man, "Why aren't you out there with the rest of them... and did I hear you correctly...aliens... who's the leader of this joint, Sigourney Weaver? Why do I feel like I'm stuck in the movie Mars Attacks?"
"If this is a movie, then the script sucks," mumbled Vic. "I'm here because my boss sent me, and I don't make a habit of running around unless I know what I'm doing it for." Vic shook himself. He was irritable, and this man was disturbing... He frowned. How to answer the man, when he hadn't really worked out what he was supposed to be doing. "No doubt sooner or later there will be something sensible that I can do. Until then, this is a good book. What's your excuse?"
The man jabbered as Pinocchio tried to listen to him. This was all too much. First exiting out of Harsh Realm, then that... that dream or was it a nightmare and the experiences he had... the little girl taken from him. That hurt, he had promised to protect her. She was another mission on his list...besides finding Hobbes. Then to run into this place and see everyone around looking like Krycek... like this man with a bad attitude... it was too much. He needed to clear his head; empty it of all thoughts for a while for it was giving him a headache of trying to figure things out.
His blues watched the man's lips carefully at he talked, watching him form the words but not really hearing them. He wished he would just shut up and quit asking him questions he wasn't sure how to answer. How to set a bomb, peg a man at a distance, the operations of guns and other weapons, yes... but everything else, what was going on... his story and junk... no. There were no clear answers and that annoyed him.
Suddenly he grabbed the man's collar and drew him dangerously close, fist twisting in the material to make sure he would not get away. Then in a move he did not expect himself to do, he leaned in and kissed Vic, his lips demanding the other man's to part. Fuck but he tasted good, plus it shut him up, but fuck he was enjoying this.
For a minute, Victor froze. The asshole was... was kissing him. This most seriously does not compute, he told himself. Pinocchio tasted of toothpaste, and felt warm from the shower, and his hair was damp beneath Vic's hands, and...
Fuck! What the hell was he doing?
Fisting the hair in his hands, he jerked back Pinocchio's head, and blinked at him, his chest heaving.
"What is this? Did I win first prize at the nutball store?" He could feel his own arousal, and hoped that it wasn't apparent to this... whatever the fuck he was, that had suddenly burst in on him. "First you want a fistfight, then you borrow my cologne, now you want to get laid. I'm starting to have serious doubts about you."
Suddenly it all seemed too much. Releasing the other man's hair, he started to laugh. As Pinocchio sat watching him, he laughed until the tears stood out in his eyes, making his heavy lashes spike. Catching sight of the other man's somewhat bemused expression; he felt more waves of hilarity bubble up. "Gonna do card tricks next? Tell my fortune? Bake me a cake? What." He went off into fresh paroxysms, falling against Pinocchio as he laughed.
Pinocchio looked down at the guy... who was the nutball here? He felt the reaction the man was giving him. His chest heaving with arousal, his mouth responding, even Vic's own hands moved on their own into his hair.
Pinocchio grabbed the laughing Vic and threw him on the bed with a slight bounce, pinning him down with his body weight, hands again found wrists and pinned them next to Vic's head. He looked down at the man who stopped laughing, trying to catch his breath. Pinocchio's blues bore into him. "I'll tell your fortune little boy, I'll do a trick for you... cause you want it. You don't think I noticed..." He leaned down closer.
"You were responding, pretty boy," he breathed. He then ground his hips into Vic, "I can feel the steel rod in your pants," He flicked his tongue over Vic's earlobe. He freed a hand and ran it over the strong chest below him, pulling the shirt from the tight pants to get at the skin under it.
His hand made contact with the smooth chest, "You want this don't you? I can tell your body does," he mouthed into the curve of the neck. "You want me to do you right? Run my tongue along our shaft, nice and slow?" Pinocchio had no fucking idea where these words were coming from but fuck he really wanted to do it to the man. He wanted to hear him scream and moan, beg and grunt... fuck this guy was hot. "Come on just say it and I'll take you in, nice and deep." His hand explored the chest below him as his lips, teeth and tongue snapped, bit, and circled around the neck area, jaw line, before he reached the lips. This time the kiss was soft and gentle and as he pulled back, he bit the lower lip and sucked till he let loose, waiting for the man's answer.
Vic was stunned. This was weird enough to qualify for the Guinness Book of Records. He was being pinned, roundly kissed, while this guy - this very hot looking guy wearing only a towel - ground himself against him and offered to give him a blow job. Dammit, the man was talking dirty to him, and it was working. He was hard against the onslaught of the man's hands, his mouth, and his own rigid cock pushing through the towel to slide against him. It was going to be really hard to resist. Vic hadn't been laid for days, and now that Mac had returned to Toronto at the insistence of the Director, it didn't seem likely in the near future.
Oh, well. Vic wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. He strained against Pinocchio, and re-sealed their mouths together, sliding his hands down over the strong back upon which there were still beads of moisture from the shower. Sliding his tongue against Pinocchio's, Vic put every ounce of effort he could muster into the kiss.
When at last they broke apart, Vic grinned. "Come on, soldier boy. Let's stand to attention, shall we?"
Pinocchio gave a sly grin as he pushed up into a sitting position on Vic's body, straddling the other man. Strong fingers trailed down the buttoned shirt Vic was wearing, such delicate material it was, compared to what Pinocchio was used to wearing... a uniform mainly... or parts of one.
They slowly trailed down, teasing the chest below them as it heaved up and down with breath that was growing heavier. Suddenly, fingers curled around the edge of the material and with a quick yank, sent buttons flying, as the shirt was torn open fiercely.
Victor uttered a muffled protest, a sound that became a gasp as warm lips, and then sharp teeth closed on his nipple. "Okay, call my bluff, why don't you?" Vic squirmed, arching against the lips that were exploring his contours.
Immediately, Pinocchio dropped down and captured a nipple in his teeth, sucking and pulling till it was good and hard while his body shifted, moving lower. Hands slid down the rib cage slowly till reaching the wais band of pants that held in his target. Fingers surveyed the perimeter finding an entrance. Button was undone and the sound of a zipper being lowered was heard over heavy breath. "It seems someone is already at attention," Pinocchio mouthed into sensitive skin as he was moving lower.
"Privates on parade," grinned Victor, his body moving against exploring fingers. "Fuck, yes, do that!"
His tongue left small circles and wet spots as he traveled down the muscular body below him. He inhaled deeply to take in the man's scent as he nipped at the edge of his bellybutton. A flat palm ran up and down the hardness under it, slow and easy, finding the confined tip and feeling a small wet spot there. Pinocchio then sat up and pulled, throwing shoes over his shoulders as he tore them off to free the man of his pants.
Okay, naked was okay. It was necessary, in fact, and the feeling as his dick sprang free, quivering as the air played on it, was one that Vic needed. He moaned, spread his legs apart, and watched as the other shucked his clothing. Nice body, niiiiiice! Strong legs, well muscled and long made him want to drop to his knees and taste. The cock that protruded from the tangle of curls at his groin was a tasty, delicious snack he decided. He was sitting up, leaning forward to taste when the other got back into gear, and he forgot everything in the anticipation of what was to come.
All clothing was tossed side as if they were a waste, never to be needed again. Then his head dropped down, placing kissed on inner thighs, legs, hips, but never touching the twitching member before him. Freshly shaved, soft skin of cheek slowly moved up hot skin before head was turned slightly and a quick taste was taken with a flick of the tongue over the tip. A sweet drop was stolen and Pinocchio moaned softly.
His hand was rubbing gently over Vic's balls, cupping and caressing them while the other hand gently grasped around harden skin and slowly stroked, also rubbing the tip over his lips. He knew he was teasing the man but he didn't care, he would do this man right. He slowly licked up till he reached the tip then wrapped his lips just around the head. His tongue pressed and caressed as he sucked light and teethed the ring around it.
Then he slowly worked his way down, taking the man in his mouth little by little, tongue swirling, lips massaging till he reached the base and then set to a steady motion, increasing pressure and pleasure as he went. He deep throated him, using the back of his throat to knead the head.
Pinocchio paused a moment and looked up at the man, "How is the soldier boy doing? Are your tax dollars being put to good use?" He dropped back down setting a pace he knew would push the man to his limit... and once he reached it... Pinocchio would stop... he didn't want the man to cum just yet, oh no... not yet.
Open and sluttish, Vic lay back on the bed, allowing the other to suck him in, tease him, and use that tongue of his to drive him crazy. Half of him was astonished at his own behavior, and the other half wanted to come, to lick, and suck, and taste this man that was doing things to him. The astonished half lay back and watched as the horny half cupped the back of the head, ran fingers through Pinocchio's hair and seized a handful of it, pulling the man up to lie alongside him.
"Do that one more second and it will all be over. Don't think that I want it to be over just yet." Vic lay for a moment or two, recovering his equilibrium, willing the tremors in his body to die away for just a little while. He licked the palm of his hand and reached for Pinocchio's dick, relishing the shiny top with its slick drool, spreading it over the shaft as he slid his fingers down, up, and back. The man was delicious, and the more Vic looked, the more he wanted to taste.
Sliding down to press his face into the damp curls at soldier-boy's groin, he inhaled the musky scent, then began to lap along the man's cock, stretched taut beneath the fine skin.
"Guess at this stage, we ought to be formally introduced," he murmured, tongue painting swathes along the glistening shaft that he held in his hand. "I'm Victor. So glad you could come."
Pinocchio moaned and his hips thrust upward, "Victor," the name purred out of him as he dared to bring a hand to caress the dark hair, "Pinocchio... Michael Pinocchio," he breathed before his breath caught in his throat.
Pinocchio moaned as he lay on his back, one hand resting at his side while the other moved up into dark hair and pulled Vic down into a kiss. Tongue played with other's tongue, caressing it, fucking it with his own. Fuck but this man tasted so good and he almost whimpered when Vic was forced to break the kiss for air.
Mike curved his back as he took in a long breath, fingers curling in the sheets of the bed, flexing and unflexing at the feel of what was happening to him. Fuck he couldn't believe how much he liked this...wanted this.
"Fuck! Stop teasing me Vic, fucking take me!" He half begged, half demanded. God, he wanted to fuck this man, be fucked by him. He didn't care at this point as long as Vic took him into that hot mouth of his and stopped playing with him. His body was quivering with the need and his fingers in his free hand clenched in the sheets once more, "Take me... oh fuck yes... take me!"
"Your wish is my command," murmured Vic, sweetly, allowing Pinocchio's dick to slip out of his mouth with a wet, plopping sound and knelt up to arrange the pretty soldier's butt up on his thighs so that he could put his cock where it would do most good.
Driving his cock into the tight ass was a pleasure worth prolonging, but at last he found himself sheathed in the quivering depths, and took hold of the man's cock in one hand, while he looked down at him with a smile.
"Tell me a lie, Mike. I want to see if it grows."
Then, with a snap and twist of his hips, Vic began to fuck him hard.
Fuck when Vic first entered him, Pinocchio began to have second thoughts. The pain was incredible and it blurred everything until the sweet motion. Oh god this man was like a god, "God you feel like hell," he lied and reached up pulling Vic down to him, "So did it grow?" he kissed the man deeply, "Oh fuck you feel... just fuck me harder, oh yes, just let loose, let me feel all of you baby... I want it all." His breath was jagged and his fingers burned trails over Vic's body as a shiver of pleasure raced through him and he tightened down on the hard cock that was buried inside him.
Oh fuck yeah... he was feeling it. God he liked it hard and this man was doing him right... ever so right. Pinocchio's back arched upward, his finger dug into the sheets as his mouth fell open to pant. The motion of Vic's hand on him was incredible, in rhythm with his thrusts.
There was anger in this, and energy, and it was hard, fast, pounding into this pretty intruder while he begged for more. Vic felt elated. He'd been bored stupid, and this was action of a different kind.
He could feel his excitement gather and grow. The telltale tightening of the muscles in his thighs heralded the surge of fluid that would soon burst out of him. Vic took a breath and tried to concentrate, then began to stroke the dick that he was holding, hard and fast. "I do... I do believe that it is growing," he gasped, and then, "Oh, fuck!" as he started the long slide down to orgasm.
Co-ordination shot, all he could do was fuck, as the pleasure flooded him, and he gave it all up in a heated rush of sticky white.
He pumped the cock in his hand as he flooded the soldier's ass with his juices and arched back into the sensation with a long drawn-out moan.
Pinocchio bit back a very loud moan of pleasure as he felt every part of him come to life. Feeling the man release inside him was incredible, that beautiful body. Oh fuck he wanted to be inside that, but not this time, this was too much. Between the thrusting and the stroking, Pinocchio spilled his juices over the hand that was giving him so much pleasure.
His body went stiff as he released, knuckles turned white as they gripped the sheets, nearly tearing them as he heard fibers threaten to give. All at once however, both bodies went limp and Pinocchio dropped his legs as the other man fell on top of him. Sticky wetness smeared between them and Pinocchio gasped as he felt Vic withdraw.
Mike pulled the man up higher and to his lips, kissing him as fingers explored soft skin that covered a muscular back. His tongue caressed the others in a deep kiss before breaking it with a nip of lower lip. Blue eyes caressed the face before him, for an instant he was happy, relaxed.
But at that moment, that weakened state, a flash of his dream love, appeared before him. His heart jerked, the memory of the little girl returned for just that instant and he started to scold himself for allowing himself this pleasure in life.
He pulled away after rolling Vic to the side and turned his head away, closing blue eyes briefly to keep the pain from showing. Body stretched out, cold air striking it, his muscle tensed once again as the hardness tried to return. He sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, taking a deep breath as he just sat there.
Vic lay panting, recovering from an orgasm that was close to miraculous. It took him a minute to regain his senses, and then he noticed that the man called Michael had sat up and seemed stressed.
"What's bothering you? Want to talk about it?" he asked, gently.
Pinocchio stared at his hands wondering if he even would be able to, with anyone... even Hobbes and the young soldier was someone he trusted without question.
He threw a glance over his shoulder, blues taking in the other man. Pinocchio dropped back, lying so his head rested on Victor's stomach. He brought a hand up into the thick dark hair, fingers lavishing the feel of it.
"It's just life. Dreams and nightmares. Things tasted, things that could have been, things that never will be. Hard to tell what was real and what wasn't." He sat up, grabbing the other man's hand and pulled him off the bed. "Come on, I want to clean you up." He pulled Vic up and to him hard.
Blues looked into greens, wondering if he could find happiness at last with someone like him. He captured the lips with his, nibbling on the lower lip. When he broke the kiss, he pulled Vic into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
Once the water was warm enough, he stepped in pulling Vic with him, not once allowing the man out of his reach. Water danced off Vic's skin and Pinocchio just stood watching it for a moment, eyes briefly showing the deep hard pain he was hiding.
Fingers slowly moved up the muscular chest and over the shoulders then down the arms. He stepped closer, closing his eyes and leaned in, kissing the curve of Vic's neck, slowly drinking and licking the water off the skin, "Fuck, but you are beautiful."
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