Disclaimer: Victor, Mac, the Director and everyone you recognize from Once a Thief belong to Alliance-Atlantis, and Alex Krycek and Mulder belong to Chris Carter and 1013 Productions.
Pairing: Mulder/Krycek/Vic/Mac in every combination imaginable
Series: 1.Laissez les bons temps rouler!, 2.Mile High Club, 3.Yin and Yang, 4.Hail the Prince!, 5.Disapproval, 6.A Picture's Worth a Thousand Words, 7.Everybody Hurts, 8.Learning to Share, 9.Mac in the Sack, 10.Four's a Crowd, 11.Repercussions, 12.Under the Christmas Tree
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Sitting on the beach watching the sun sink into the sea, Alex could only be grateful that the case was over. Not that he'd had any objection to Mac dominating him and Vic: the sex had been incredible, and he'd enjoyed the double takes he and Vic got from everyone who saw them. Even that whole pony thing had been fun in a kinky sort of way. But he couldn't forget that Mulder was cooling his heels in a Toronto hotel, having followed him back before Alex had known that he and his partners had a new, out of town assignment, and Alex had no idea what to do about him when he and his lovers got home.
He loved Vic, and even Mac, but Mulder had had a hold on him for a very long time. If only there were some way to have all of them... but he wasn't going to take a chance of losing Vic, not even for Mulder.
Sensing someone nearby, Alex glanced up and back, smiling invitingly when he recognized Vic. "Leave Mac to finish the mopping up?"
"Well, he is the master, after all," Vic chuckled. "And we did all the 'grunt' work if you'll pardon the pun. It's about time he did some work too," the younger man chuckled as he sat down next to his lover.
Staring out at the ocean for a while, Vic mulled over the best way to broach what he needed to ask. Alex hadn't been quite himself this entire mission. Something or, Vic was almost afraid to admit, someone had been distracting him. And Victor Mansfield might be a lot of things, but naive wasn't one of them; he had a pretty good idea who the someone was.
"So. You gonna tell me what happened in Washington, or am I gonna have to guess?" he asked after long moments, still looking out at the waves, more aware than ever before of both the physical and the slight emotional distance between him and this man who'd come to mean everything to him in such a short space of time.
Alex sighed. "Life would be so much easier if I could lie to you, beautiful. I used to lie to Mulder all the time, and I never had any problem. I told Mulder that I wasn't going to be going back to Washington again, that I had two gorgeous lovers waiting for me back home in Toronto, and that I wouldn't hurt you like that." He tossed a water-smoothed rock back into the ocean, watching the ripples spread from where it hit. "He said that he loves me. That he wants to be part of my life, any part."
Vic swallowed painfully. Fucking feebie, he'd had Alex for all those years and had never wanted him, but now that Vic and Mac had him, suddenly Alex was desirable? Son of a bitch, if Vic had a single homicidal bone in his body, he'd be on the first plane back to kill the asshole for pulling this shit.
"And what do you want?" Vic managed to get out through a throat gone so tight that it sounded like he'd just swallowed broken glass and lacerated his vocal chords to hell and back. Not even consciously aware of doing so, the former cop sank further into himself, as if trying to protect himself from the blow he was sure would come next.
"I want you. You know that. I love you, Vic. God, I'd die for you. No matter what I feel for Mulder or if I want him or not, I'd never give you up or do anything to hurt you. You have to know that, Vic."
"I know that, Alex," Vic managed a parody of a smile. "I know you love me. But... even after everything he's done to you, you want him, don't you?"
"As much as he wants me after everything I've done to him," Alex replied, unable to prevent himself from defending Mulder. "Yes, I do. But not as much as I love you. There's no contest, babe."
Picking up a stone, Vic tossed it into the water and spent an inordinate amount of time watching the ripples before he spoke again. "Is this how you felt when it was me and Mac, when you decided to give me that pleasant surprise?" he asked almost too quietly to be heard. "No, I don't suppose you did," he continued quickly, not allowing the other man to answer. "You don't have my insecurities when it comes to things like this."
Glancing over at his lover's profile, Vic was struck anew by the physical similarities and the emotional disparities. But that had more to do with the lives they had lived and their coping mechanisms. Alex's life had been... hell would have been a kind description of the past few years of his lover's life, and even then all he knew was simply the tip of the iceberg.
Vic supposed that was one of the reasons why he felt so acrimonious towards the FBI agent. Granted Alex hadn't been a saint, not by a long shot, but unlike Alex, Mulder had always had a support network, people to support and love him. Alex had been alone and caught between a rock and a hard place, fighting a war that no one would acknowledge or support and fighting for the 'good' side even if his intentions weren't as altruistic as Saint Mulder's search for truth, aliens and the American way, yadda yadda yadda.
Taking a deep breath, Vic asked again. "What do you want, 'lex?"
"In a perfect world? What we already have and Mulder too. But I know that's not realistic, and I'd never ask you, either of you, to accept that. I'm happy with you; the time for Mulder and me passed."
Vic was torn. Part of him wanted to be a selfish prick and say to hell with Mulder; the son of a bitch had thrown away one of the most amazing men on the planet, and what was his loss was Vic's gain. The other part kept thinking of the fact that Alex had gone out and kidnapped, literally kidnapped Mac for him because his lover had known that Vic had wanted Mac too.
In a perfect world, as Alex had put it, he'd have told Alex to go for it and not worry about it. After all, wasn't that the stereotypical gay relationship? Fuck who you want and come back to the one you love.
But that was the whole crux of Vic's dilemma. Mulder wouldn't just be a fuck. Mulder would be about making love, and Vic wasn't sure if he could handle that. With Mac it had evolved, and both of them had fallen for their softhearted lover who hid that particular quality of his under a mile of bravado and insecurity.
However, with Mulder the relationship had always been there, lying beneath the surface, unacknowledged but nevertheless real, and that was what terrified Vic the most. The idea that perhaps Alex would go to Mulder and realize that perhaps, just perhaps he'd been too hasty when he'd given up his old life for Vic.
"Do you love him, 'lex?" Vic whispered to the waves, knowing the other man would hear.
Alex stared out into the night, vaguely noticing that the sun had set and only stars were now reflected in the black mirror of the sea. "Yes," he replied softly. "Not the way I love you, of course. It could never be the same; nothing could be like that. But I've wanted him from the first moment I saw him, and as I got to know him, stubborn, selfish, amazing bastard that he is," Alex half-laughed, "I fell in love with him. For years he was the fantasy that kept me going when my life was going to hell, and I'd be lying if I said it wasn't tempting to find out what it would really be like, but he's the fantasy and you're the reality. I will never risk what we have for him."
"But you love him. And you want him," Vic stated. Standing, Vic dusted off his shorts and waded into the water a bit and stared out at the stars. "And you're gonna spend the rest of your life wondering 'what if' where Mulder is concerned if you don't do anything about it," the ex-cop continued without turning around. "And I don't think I could live with that. I don't think I want to live with that."
"Vic..." Alex hesitated, not knowing what to say. There was more than a grain of truth in what the other man said. That was why Alex had drawn Mac into their lives; he'd known that Vic would always wonder. "Yeah, Mulder'll always have a tiny part of me, but the rest of me is yours. I love you. I love our life together. That's what I want, way more than I want Mulder."
"Get it off your chest then," Vic got out before he could change his mind. "See him; just don't... gimme details. I really don't want to know details."
Alex's eyes widened. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Vic... Thank you, beautiful, but no. You think I could go to Mulder, knowing that you were thinking about us, imagining... No. No way. When we get back to Toronto, I'll tell him that there's no room in my life for him now, and he'll go home, and that'll be the end of it."
"He's in Toronto?!?!" Vic wheeled, not quite sure he heard what he thought he did. "No. No fucking way. What'd he do, follow you home like a little lost pup or something? Or did he suddenly realize he was..." Vic bit off the words, not wanting to subject Alex to his rage. It wasn't Alex's fault, not really.
"God, I'm such a fucking idiot," the ex-cop continued, turning back to the ocean and clenching his fists in the pockets of his cut-offs in order to try and control himself. "But you need to do this. No matter what it is you do just... fuck, just go do it, okay?" Vic growled out and began to walk away, needing space, air, anything that would help get this spiraling anger under control and let him breathe again.
"Vic, please, wait." Alex reached out, hand not quite touching him. "All right, babe, if you're sure you're okay with this, that I won't lose you over it, okay. I'll see Mulder, and... we'll see how it goes. But promise me that you'll tell Mac what's going on and be with him. I don't want you sitting there imagining... well. Let Mac love you, beautiful."
"I'll tell him, Alex, but I don't need a baby sitter, okay? I'm a big boy, and
Mac probably has better things to do than deal with my insecurities; after all he's got mop-up and the Director to deal with," Vic replied, hesitating to drag Mac into this for fear of comparisons being drawn and the opening of not quite healed wounds. There was no comparison to Mac and Mulder, at least not in Vic's mind, and he didn't want to cheapen what he had with the younger man by using him as a distraction. Mac deserved better than that.
"Vic, you beautiful idiot, it's not babysitting to be with your lover who loves you! Do you really think I could go to Mulder knowing that you were going to be sitting there thinking about it every minute?
"Look, let's drop it for now, and we'll talk about it when we get home. We still need to get back to Toronto, report to her bitchiness, and then we can decide what to do about Mulder. I want you to think about it because I'll only do this if you're really okay with it. He's nothing compared to you."
"Yeah, that's why after nearly a decade of fucking you over all you can think about is going to see him," Vic muttered under his breath. Shaking off the mood, he turned back and gave a tentative smile to Alex. "So one last night on the island with Master Mac?" he offered as a peace offering. There really wasn't much he could do if he were honest with himself.
It was that whole let the caged bird go and if it loved you, it would return thing. He had to let Alex do this, whether Vic was ready for it or not, and Vic would have to pray that Alex truly did love him and Mac enough to come back to them.
Still uncertain and promising himself that they would discuss it once they got back to their house after reporting in the next day, Alex nodded and slid an arm around Vic's waist as they headed back to their cabana.
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The voices faded into nothingness as the two men moved out of the range of the high-resolution microphone. Mac sat, listening to the sound of the waves and the scratch of grains of sand against the device, before slowly flicking the switch that disconnected the mike.
He felt guilty about listening in on Alex and Vic like that, but had been unable to stop himself. It had started innocently enough; he'd been going through the last of the tapes that the resort owner had compiled on his guests when he'd hit a button on the console and found himself listening to Victor and Alex. The two older men had finished their work a short while ago and gone back to the bungalow and now it seemed they were on the edge of one of their famous emotional explosions.
Wondering what had happened this time, Mac set aside the tapes and turned his attention to the conversation. It might not have been totally ethical, but fore-warned was forearmed when it came to the Things. And besides, Mac had never been one for ethics anyway.
What he heard, however, made him wish that he had succumbed to a fit of honor. Okay, it wasn't anything he hadn't known, but hearing it said out loud hurt even so. Listening to Vic and Alex's impassioned declarations of love for each other, Mac felt adrift and alone, and he knew he wasn't up to putting on a cheery face for the others when he went back to the bungalow - so he wouldn't. He'd hoped that this trip might even things out a bit between all of them, but it looked like it hadn't and probably never would.
Glancing at his watch, the ex-thief closed his eyes and took a deep breath. All right, it started here. Punching up the number of the charter airline that serviced the island, he arranged for a plane, then booked a seat on the next flight from Miami to Toronto. Maybe getting the evidence she wanted would cheer the Director up some and keep her off his ass. God knew that he wasn't going to trust himself to hold his temper if she started harping in on him like she'd been doing lately.
Ringing the bungalow's voice mail, Mac left a quick message for Vic and Alex, putting a note of aggrieved humor in his tone and admonishing them not to tear the place apart since he wasn't there. Grabbing his suit jacket from the back of the chair, he pulled it on over his t-shirt, then headed out of the offices, commandeering a golf cart for the short drive to the air strip and the waiting plane.
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Tired and out of sorts, Mac exited the jet, feeling the effects of the time change and the cocktails he'd slugged back on the flight. Flipping on his cell, he listened for messages, turning it back off when there were none and trying not to think too hard about it. The old craving was growing, but he ignored it; if he lit up a cigarette, he knew he'd be hooked again, probably worse than last time.
Recovering his car from the long-term lot, Mac tossed the carry on with the evidence in the passenger seat and roared out of the airport, heading for the reservoir to get that bit of unpleasantness out of the way. Then... he still didn't know what he was going to do then.
Apparently Mulder the Feeb was somewhere in the city. Alex wanted him, and Vic had given his permission. Well, if that was what Alex wanted and Vic was okay with it, he supposed it was between them, just like always. The point he kept circling around and prodding like a wound, was the fact that Vic had made it plain that, even if Alex went to Mulder, he didn't need or want to be with Mac.
"Pleasant surprise, but nothing more..." the young man murmured, unaware that he'd spoken aloud and that his expression was becoming more and more troubled. All his life he'd wanted one thing: to be needed. Looking back, he supposed it shouldn't be a surprise that it was the one thing he'd never felt. He could barely remember his mother, and his father had left him in a rundown motel room in Hong Kong when he was ten, once he'd grown out of being cute and innocent. The Tangs had provided a family, but in the end, they'd only wanted him for what he could do for them.
The Director saw him as a tool, and Li Ann didn't need anyone; anyway, the time she'd had to choose, it hadn't been him she'd gone to save. Same thing would happen if someone menaced Alex or Vic - the other would move heaven and hell to save their lover. Mac was for fun, nothing more.
Shaken to the core by his revelations, Mac pulled into a parking space, sitting for long minutes after he shut the engine down to calm the shaking in his hands. He made it inside and found the Director, giving his report in a dead monotone that had her looking at him sharply, then telling him to go home and get some rest.
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Vic looked around their house with almost a stranger's eyes. So much had happened on the island. It had been intense. There was no other word for it. Everything was heightened, the games were erotic and required total submission to their basest selves, even if they were only there on a mission. They'd had to blend in, play the games that were necessary to fit in.
And Mac. God. He'd been so Dom, so powerful. He'd controlled Vic and Alex beautifully, making them play with and off each other in such a way that they'd had the entire island panting to see their performances.
Alex. Fuck. The Director was probably raking him over the coals at this very minute. Vic sighed and wished that he were at least at the Reservoir waiting for Alex and trying to catch up with Mac, but Alex had dropped him off, both of them hoping that Mac would be there already. With a final glance at the dining room where it all began, Vic went into the kitchen to start making a grocery list.
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The knock on the door startled Vic out of his book. With a sly grin he headed towards the front door, wearing nothing but a smile and a pair of skintight black leather shorts. "What's the matter, you forget how to open the door...?"
The man standing on the doorstep drank in the sight of him and smiled a little nervously. He burst into speech immediately, as if afraid of what would happen if he didn't.
"I'm sorry, I know we agreed that I'd wait until you said it was okay for me to come here, but it's been over a week, Alex! I was beginning to think you were dead... or had changed your mind about talking."
He reached out to place a gentle hand on the shocked looking man facing him. "I don't want to mess up your life, Alex. I just need to know if there's any chance you can make room for me in a small corner of it." He stared at his feet, unable to look at the gorgeous, near-naked body any longer without touching. "I guess it's too late for there to be an us, like you said." His eyes darted up. "This Vic of yours is a lucky man." He swallowed hard. "I wish I'd realized years ago how much I love you," he added wistfully.
"You son of a bitch!" Vic growled and slammed his fist into the other man's face. The other man who had to be the one and only hated Fox Mulder.
"Newsflash for you, fuck up. Alex is getting his ass chewed out for saving your sorry one as we speak. I'm Vic Mansfield and you just made a very, very bad mistake!" Bending down, he picked Mulder up by the lapels of his suit jacket and hauled the FBI agent inside, shutting the door and locking it behind him.
"Now, let's talk about what you just said, Agent Mulder," Vic snarled as he began to stalk towards the older man.
Mulder gaped at the other man. "B-but," he stuttered, "you look just like him. That's impossible." He stared, cataloguing Vic's appearance despite being distracted by his body. "No," he said slowly, ignoring his danger as Vic neared in favor of this new puzzle. "Not identical, not quite. A fraction shorter, a slightly more relaxed expression, more open. Not a clone then or a shapeshifter." His eyes widened when Vic grabbed him again.
"Awwwh, what's a matter, Agent?" Vic hissed. "Disappointed you couldn't skewer me with an ice pick and get rid of me so you could have Alex all to yourself?" Slamming Mulder hard enough into the foyer wall to knock down and shatter the mirror there, Vic ignored the slight pain of glass shards cutting his flesh in favor of wrapping his hands around Mulder's throat.
"Now talk, Agent Mulder, explain to me why you come to my home and try to fuck up Alex's life yet again. And you'd better make it good. I seem to have picked up more of 'lex's habits than are good for me because I have the overwhelming urge to kill you right where you stand just on the principal of it."
"Even if I did want to kill you," Mulder observed calmly despite the hands around his throat, "it wouldn't do me any good. Alex loves you now. Even if he hadn't told me, I'd have known just from listening to him talk about you. He'd kill me if I hurt you.
"But he'd never forgive you if you killed me either." Mulder smiled crookedly. "He... cares what happens to me. If I'd opened my eyes sooner—" He broke off abruptly, shaking his head. "But I didn't. I'll settle for having his friendship," he said with a painful smile. "I'll take what I can get. I just don't want to lose him completely."
For a moment he didn't see Vic but all the people he'd lost, either to death or betrayal, over the years. His sister, father, mother, Scully for a time, Diana, Phoebe... he couldn't bear to add Alex to that list. His eyes refocused on the other man, but he had no idea that his pain was clear in their depths.
Vic visibly wilted as he looked at Mulder, all the anger going out of him and leaving a devastating sense of loss behind. His hands fell away from the older man's neck, and he stumbled backwards, not even feeling when he walked over the shattered glass. It didn't compare to the shattering of his heart.
"Why. Why did you have to come here? God, I didn't need to know that... that..." Stumbling away, Vic barely made it to the bathroom before he wretched up the contents of his stomach, the bile making his throat burn and leaving a sour taste in his mouth.
Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he sagged to the floor, not even looking up when he heard footsteps and felt the other man crouch beside him. "Why did you have to come and destroy my life? You never even knew me. I've never done anything other than love Alex. So why?"
Mulder stood up long enough to run the cold water for a moment and fill a glass, then he crouched down again and handed it to the other man. "How have I destroyed your life?" He shook his head. "You have Alex, and he'd clearly do anything to stay with you."
He gestured, indicating the house, the life Alex had here. "He put down roots for you. He wouldn't even stay on one continent for me... not that I gave him cause to or any indication that I wanted him to. I can't hurt you, Vic."
"But he always goes back for you," Vic whispered painfully. "No matter where we are or what we're doing, if the phone rings and you're in trouble, he is gone like a shot. God. I love him so much it hurts. Maybe he should have killed me in New Orleans..." Getting up, Vic felt as if he'd aged in the space of minutes. He felt old.
The blood on the floor alerted him that something was less than right. Looking down, he saw the cuts, and the pain finally decided to make itself known now that his adrenaline kick was wearing off. "Shit. If they come home and see me like this, see the house like this... ahh hell."
Not even caring that Mulder was still in the bathroom watching him, Vic quickly shucked out of the leather shorts and stepped into the shower to wash the blood and bile away. "Get cleaned, clean up the glass and the blood everywhere... come up with a reason why the mirror got broken... explain that Alex has a 'guest'. Shit. Alex said he'd call before he left the Reservoir, didn't hear the phone; how much time do I have?" Vic muttered to himself as he scrubbed vigorously, hissing as soap entered the fresh wounds.
"Slammed the door too hard, mirror fell, got hit by flying glass, wasn't wearing shoes and walked on a few pieces. Please let him believe that so he doesn't get all protective again," Vic sighed as he climbed out of the shower to find himself face to face with Fox Mulder yet again.
"What are you raving about? Just tell him the truth. He'll probably be glad the shoe was on the other foot for a change." Mulder shrugged. "You should let me take a look at those cuts. Some of them are pretty deep." He handed Vic a towel and turned to rummage in the medicine cabinet, finding bandages and antiseptic.
"Plenty of first-aid supplies, I see," he observed dryly. "Sit down and let me see." He couldn't help ogling the younger man a little. He was every bit as gorgeous as Alex. He carefully cleaned the small wounds, his touch gentle and sure, and he somehow managed not to caress all that golden skin.
"Mac's the other guy you live with?" he asked desperately, talking to distract himself from the temptation to lick Vic from head to toe.
"Umm, yeah he is. We've been partners for about three years now, and the first aid supplies are actually a little low for what we normally go through. Our job is kinda... rough," Vic admitted as he tried not to stare into the hazel eyes looking up at him.
"As for why... Alex tends to get, well, upset over strange things. He nearly had fits once when I... never mind," Vic mumbled as he realized that in his efforts to distract himself he nearly babbled out that he'd passed out after being fucked blind. Not a good thing to admit to this man.
Was it just him, or was it getting hot in here? Vic's tongue darted out to wet his suddenly dry lips as his eyes darted around and then down to his lap that suddenly decided to twitch to life. What the fuck was going on here? Why was he suddenly attracted to Fox Mulder when he had Alex and Mac?
Mulder froze, staring back into suddenly dark, green eyes. He saw the stirring at Vic's groin and knew he wasn't the only one confused and attracted to someone he shouldn't be. Unable to resist, he braced one hand on Vic's thigh and rose somewhat from his crouch, pressing his mouth to the Canadian's.
His movement knocked away the towel that Vic had loosely fastened around his waist, barely covering himself, and Mulder found his hand inches from a twitching, growing cock. He groaned desperately.
Moaning as he felt the petal soft lips brush against his, Vic didn't even notice the towel fall away. All he heard was Mulder's groan. His eyes drifted shut as his brain turned off, and all he felt was pleasure. Different, unique, not at all what he was used to, but nonetheless delicious.
Letting his eyes drift open once more, Vic was faced with reality. This wasn't Alex or Mac. This was Fox Mulder. The man who Alex loved first. But what did he really think and feel for this man? "You confuse me," the ex-cop admitted softly. "I should despise you but... I don't. I don't know what I should feel."
Mulder sighed. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that... no matter how much I wanted to," he added in a mutter. "I don't want to cause problems for any of you."
He started to stand up, but his knees had stiffened from crouching for so long, and he stumbled forward, his hand coming to rest against Vic's erection.
Both men froze.
Mulder's eyes slowly dropped to his hand covering the silky hard shaft, and he watched with fascination as his hand began to move, stroking Vic.
Vic's breath caught in his throat, and a whimper of pleasure managed to escape. "Oh God, that feels good," he moaned as his head lolled back against the cool tile of the bathroom, not sure what to do or what to say.
Mulder, attracted to Vic and having wanted Alex for years, couldn't resist any longer. Rather than standing up, he knelt down and leaned forward, lush lips parting then surrounding Vic's cock. He tasted so good, and Mulder wondered vaguely if Alex would taste the same.
He concentrated utterly on the shaft filling his mouth, licking and sucking and tasting. He was almost able to pretend that this was Alex, but in a way, he didn't want to. He pulled off only to lip along the length of the shaft, the tip of his tongue teasing the sensitive flesh. When he reached the velvety sac, he glanced up, meeting dazed green eyes, and smiled. "Taste so good, Vic," he murmured before sucking his balls into his mouth.
Oh God, was this really happening? Was Mulder actually sucking him off? Vic's brain shut down, and his body took over. And his body wanted - desperately.
Threading his fingers through the older man's silky hair, Vic pulled Mulder off of him gently. "The bed is more comfortable, and it's not that far away. Just through those doors. If you want to, that is..." he trailed off, watching Mulder's reaction carefully. Mulder had called him Vic, not Alex, so he wasn't just using Vic as a fantasy tool, but still... Vic had to be sure.
Mulder laughed shakily. "Yeah, I do. Crazy considering I just met you, but I want you, Vic." He emphasized the man's name slightly, understanding his fears without consciously thinking about it. He leaned against Vic's leg, pressing his erection into his calf.
He stood up and offered a hand to the other man to draw him to his feet, unable to resist stealing another kiss once Vic was standing so close to him. This time his tongue explored the silky interior of the younger man's mouth, and he moaned his pleasure.
Wrapping his arms around Mulder's neck, Vic refused to let go of the older man's mouth as he walked them backwards into the bedroom. When his legs touched the end of the bed, he let himself fall backwards onto it, bringing Mulder with him.
Immediately rolling them over so that Mulder was underneath him, Vic straddled the older man and began to strip off his tie and undo his shirt. "Want you too, Fox," Vic replied softly, looking down at the toned and tanned body beneath him. "God, I want you." That said, he bent once more to recapture the lush mouth that had tormented his now begging erection and rock hard balls.
Mulder gasped and began to squirm beneath Vic's weight, not trying to get away but rather to get closer. His legs parted, letting Vic settle between them, and their cocks pressed together. He moaned into Vic's mouth, writhing sluttishly, eager for the other man.
"Fuck me," he groaned, his hands cupping Vic's ass hard and pulling him closer.
"Fox, you need to get undressed before I can do that," Vic chuckled softly. "And Alex says I'm a slut," he continued with a good-natured grin.
Climbing off the federal agent in order to make it easier to remove Mulder's clothes, Vic took the opportunity to grab the bottle of lube from the bedside table and pull out a couple of condoms from the drawer that had been part of the Director's housewarming present. "Chocolate, banana or strawberry? And don't ask," Vic grinned as he held up the aforementioned flavor choices.
Mulder rapidly shed his jeans after kicking off his sneakers. The boxers came off with them, and within moments he was lying naked on the bed, his legs spread, eyes fixed hungrily on Vic.
Vic's question broke through his fog of lust, and he mustered the brainpower to reply. "Banana," he said, then added, "Don't put the others away."
"Got some high expectations, don't we?" Vic replied with a quirked eyebrow. "It's your turn, next time by the way. I suddenly want a taste of federal agent," the younger man continued with a shit-eating grin. "Think you can handle that?"
Mulder grinned back. "I can handle anything you can dish up, Mansfield." He grabbed Vic and yanked him back down on top of him, his long runner's legs winding around the other man's waist. "Want to concentrate on this time right now," he panted, arching and writhing against Vic's body. "Want you in me, filling me, making me come."
Vic groaned as heat speared him. Fuck. This man was... sex on a stick was the phrase. Was this how he sounded to Alex? He'd have to suggest they tape themselves just so Vic could see exactly how slutty he was. The thought made his cock jump.
The moan of the man beneath him made him want to be buried in a tight sheath of flesh, but first things first. Tearing into the condom, Vic handed it to Mulder then crawled up the older man's chest to straddle his shoulders. "Put it on me. With your mouth only," Vic purred.
Mulder's eyes widened, and a tiny whimper escaped him as they fixed on the hard, dripping cock. Unable to resist, his tongue darted out to taste the precome leaking from Vic. Despite the other man's insistence on a condom, Mulder figured that Alex's lover had to be clean, so he couldn't see any reason to deny himself a brief taste.
He pulled back and put the condom in his mouth, then held Vic's hips as he pressed his lips against the tip of his erection, slowly rolling the latex sheath down as he swallowed him to the root. Slowly, reluctantly, he pulled back again, the flavor of banana strong in his mouth, but beneath it, he could still taste Vic.
"Now fuck me!"
"Anyone tell you you're a pushy bottom?" Vic chuckled as he slid down Mulder enough to settle himself between the lean thighs of the older man. Grabbing the lube, Vic made sure his cock was nice and greasy then swung Mulder's legs up to rest on his shoulders and slid inside the awaiting heat with a long, slow stroke.
"Fuck, so tight," Vic moaned in a daze of lust as he finally felt his balls press against the older man's ass. "Christ, I could get used to this. God, you'd be wonderful in the playroom," the Agency man continued, a darkling smile spreading across his face at the thought of Mulder chained to a wall with any number of their toys stimulating and denying him pleasure. He'd be beautiful in his anxiety.
"Playroom?" Mulder gasped, trying not to whimper, but it felt so fucking good. His back arched, taking Vic a little deeper inside him, and his hands gripped the other man's buttocks.
"God, please fuck me!" he wailed, releasing Vic's ass to reach for his own cock and nipples, desperate for more stimulation.
"Don't worry, pretty Fox. If Alex reacts the way I think he will, you'll get your introduction to the playroom, and I'll be reminded of certain pertinent facts in our relationship. And then there's Mac's reaction," Vic grinned as he withdrew and then slammed back into the older man, relishing the tiny yowls of pleasure Mulder was emitting. This was much better than beating on the man.
Over and over again he slammed into Mulder, pumping into the waiting flesh of the older man. "That's it. God yeah, c'mon, handsome, scream for me!"
And Mulder did. He writhed and squirmed and screamed, his hands jerking at his cock and nipples, his ass clamping down on the thick shaft impaling him. He wailed his pleasure as he came, creamy fluid pumping over his hand and belly. He yelled so loudly that neither of them heard the front door open or the sound of footsteps that came to abrupt halt in the doorway.
Alex gaped at the sight in front of him, wondering if he'd fallen through the looking glass. There was no fucking way he was watching his Vic fuck his Fox. But goddamn they were hot!
The feeling of Mulder clamping down on his cock in a vise-like grip was enough to send Vic over the edge. With a quiet moan he orgasmed and then collapsed onto Mulder's sweaty, sticky chest.
"Fuck, no wonder Alex likes driving me crazy like that. Jesus, I thought you were gonna squeeze my dick right off, you were milking me so hard," the younger man chuckled as he rested his weight on his elbows and looked down at the sated man beneath him. "So, this mean we're friends now, Fox?"
Mulder just moaned and smiled widely, then opened his eyes. Before he could say a word, he saw Alex and froze, huge eyes fixed on the man staring at him in his bed with his lover. "Oh fuck."
"Umm, yeah, that would be what we just did," Vic chuckled as he rolled off the older man and onto his back, sliding out of Mulder with a groan. However, the look of shock on the FBI agent's face had Vic following his gaze to the door and... "'Lex?"
Alex stared in utter stupefaction at the two men in his bed. He opened his mouth and shut it again without finding anything to say. He watched the other two men squirm under his gaze. "Mulder," he said finally. "You didn't tell me you knew Vic." He stared at the pair with raised eyebrows, clearly waiting for an explanation.
"I... uh..." Mulder looked from Alex to Vic and clearly wished he were anywhere else. "I was worried about you, so I came to see if you were okay, and I met Vic, and we..."
"Fucked," Alex supplied helpfully, the green gaze turning to Vic inquisitively.
"Would you rather we have beat each other into a bloody pulp?" Vic asked softly, trying to gauge his lover's reaction even as he reached out to squeeze Fox's hand supportively.
Getting off the bed, Vic walked over to Alex and kissed him softly. "Did you like watching us, 'lex?" he purred, rubbing against his mate and feeling the bulge in Alex's pants.
"What do you think?" Alex growled, taking Vic's mouth hungrily, his hands moving over the familiar body. "Go lie down beside him," he ordered, his eyes flicking from one to the other as he stripped off his own clothes. "I'm going to take you right there, beautiful, and make you scream, then I'm going to take my turn with Mulder." Hot green eyes flashed to the wary FBI agent. "I've waited long enough."
Mulder whimpered, but he didn't move.
Vic gasped as his spent and sated body began to rouse all over again. "And what'll you do if I don't," he smirked, backing away from the older man. "Maybe I found I liked topping. Fox makes a yummy bottom. So receptive and he's even sluttier than I am. Gotta respect that in a man," Vic teased as he rounded the bed, waiting with gleaming eyes.
Alex grinned. So Vic wanted to play, did he? "Well, first I'll grab you... like this," he added, putting action to the words. "And then I'll pull you across my lap, like this," as he sat on the edge of the bed, close to Mulder, "and I'll redden your ass to remind you of what we both like, baby." His hand fell on Vic's ass, then he paused, giving his lover a chance to object for real if he couldn't handle this with Mulder present.
Vic squirmed uncomfortably on Alex's lap, not sure if he could do this in front of someone else. They hadn't even played like this in front of Mac yet. That was what decided it for him. "Punish me later, 'lex," he replied, voice pitched low for only his lover to hear. "I can't do this in front of Mac yet, so don't ask me to in front of a complete stranger."
Now that the passion was cooling, Vic began to rationalize what had happened. He'd fucked Mulder. Jesus Christ, he'd just fucked Fox Mulder, and Alex had watched and liked it. And now he wanted to... "I, umm... excuse me," Vic threw himself off Alex's lap and headed into the relative safety of the bathroom. Oh fuck, what had he just done?
Alex jumped up and chased after Vic, throwing a quick apologetic glance at Mulder as he did but not stopping long enough to say anything. He slipped inside the bathroom and shut the door behind him, moving to his lover and wrapping his arms around him tightly.
"I'm sorry, baby. I shouldn't have done that. I promised you that I wouldn't, and then... All I can say is that I was so happy that you and Mulder were... getting along that I wasn't thinking straight. Forgive me?" he pleaded softly, knowing he'd screwed up royally.
"I... it's just... I fucked him 'lex," Vic managed to choke out. "And I like it. It was good. It was better than good; it was great! I'm, Jesus, I really am the slut you tease me about being. I didn't even stop to think," Vic trailed off helplessly.
"What am I turning into, 'Lex?" he whispered painfully.
Alex tightened his grip on his lover, pain twisting his face. He kept bringing pain to this man, no matter what he did. "You're not turning into anything, Vic. God, baby, you were upset, and you used sex. Men have done that since time began. But you didn't hurt him, and it sure as hell wasn't rape, beautiful."
He sighed. "I know how sexy Mulder is, Vic. There's nothing wrong with wanting him. And after we talked last night before we came home, well, I'm not surprised you were thinking about fucking him. Don't punish yourself, baby. You knew that he was going to be involved with us somehow, and you were establishing yourself as higher in the pack."
"I know. And I know we talked, and I know what I said but... I'm scared Alex. Of losing you. Sounds crazy, but there it is. I've never been so fucking terrified in my life. Facing the Tangs, trumped up prison charges, nearly blown to bits in a warehouse - it was all a cakewalk compared to the thought of losing you now.
"God, listen to me. I'm a fucking basket case. Look - go play with your feebie and let me, I dunno, decompress. He's probably doing that thing you told me about, blaming himself. Shit, he's even more angst ridden then I am, and that's saying a lot. Go take care of your Fox, Alex. I'll be fine."
Alex shook his head emphatically. "No fucking way I'm leaving you alone right now, Vic. No matter how much I love Mulder, I love you more. I will not lose you, baby, not even for him." Despite himself, he darted a glance at the closed door, not wanting to lose either of them.
"I'm open to suggestions here," Vic sighed, realizing that he was causing Alex unnecessary stress. "I'm trying, Alex, really I am," the younger man sighed. "And I'm not gonna, I mean I won't, I mean, what I said in New Orleans isn't an option for me anymore. I'd be hurting too many people I love and who love me. I know that now. I really will be okay by myself you know."
"But I'm not okay with you by yourself, beautiful." Alex hugged him close. "Come talk to me. You're crazy if you think I'm going to leave you here and go fuck him. I..." He really wanted Vic to join him and Mulder, who was hopefully still waiting, if not to participate, at least to be near him, maybe watching. Alex felt his cock twitch at the thought.
"Okay, how about a compromise? You go back in and talk to Mulder, who's probably on the verge of hysterics or something, and I'll take a shower. If I'm too long, you can come and drag me out, otherwise I'll come back in as soon as I'm done, okay?" Vic asked softly, leaning his head back on Alex's shoulder, hoping the older man would go for it.
Vic needed a few minutes alone to get his head together. So much had happened in a space of so little time. He'd been ready to kill the sonofabitch, and then he'd nearly made himself sick with grief then he'd fucked said sonofabitch and found himself actually liking the guy. And then Alex had shown up. Shit, what a fucking day.
Alex hesitated then nodded. He didn't like it, but he knew he had to give Vic some space. His lover had told him in the past that he hovered, and he knew it was true, but he couldn't help it. Vic meant too much to him. "Don't be too long, Vic." He glanced back once before he left the bathroom and returned to the bedroom.
He nearly slumped with relief when he saw that Mulder was still there, though now dressed and standing staring out the window. "Mulder?" he asked tentatively.
Mulder turned around and looked at him silently. "He looks a lot like you."
"Yeah," Alex shrugged. "Weird, huh? I suppose if we traced the family trees back far enough we'd find some common ancestor that we both look like. Whatever."
"So now what?"
"I'd like you to stay, for us to work out what this thing between us is," Alex admitted. "Vic's okay with that, and I think Mac is too. I..." He stepped forward and kissed Mulder suddenly. "Stay."
Mulder nodded. "But you two need to deal with... today," he said in his usual monotone. "This can wait."
"There's a guestroom down the hall," Alex suggested.
Mulder nodded. "I'll see you in the morning then."
He left the room and Alex sat down to wait for Vic to emerge from the shower.
Standing under the hot spray for the third time that day, Vic let his mind empty of all its racing thoughts. If he thought he could get away with it, he would have headed to the hot tub instead, thrown on one of those smoky jazz CDs he and Alex had picked up in New Orleans, poured himself a whiskey and soda and just relaxed.
It was something that Alex had taught him actually. Sometime you just had to shelve something and the answer would come to you, and the best way was to relax and let go of life for a while. But Alex and Mulder were waiting, and the water was turning tepid.
Turning off the tap, Vic grabbed his robe from the back of the door and stepped out of the shower. A fast brush through his hair and he was ready. Idly he scratched his stomach and realized that his hair was beginning to grow back again. He'd need to ask Alex to take care of that soon.
Opening the door hesitantly, Vic popped his head out. Not seeing Mulder and Alex rolling around on the bed, he stepped out only to see his lover in one of the armchairs by the window. "Where'd Fox go, 'lex?"
"One of the guestrooms," Alex replied. "Didn't feel right to do anything else, not the way things were between us. Told you before, I won't put him before you. I need things to be right between us, Vic." He stood and walked over to Vic, placing his hands on his lover's waist.
"Lemme guess, you reported to the Director and rushed right home," Vic smiled, changing the subject even as he moved into his lover's arms. "Did you stop to eat at least?"
At Alex's negative shake of his head, Vic sighed in loving exasperation. "What would you do without me to take care of you, big bad assassin man?" the ex-cop teased his lover softly. "C'mon. Let's go get dinner started, I'm sure Mulder's starved too and Mac is always hungry. If you're really good, I may even let you nibble before dinner."
"And if I'm really good at the nibbling, will you let me taste the food too?" Alex teased back, going along with the game. He eyed Vic appreciatively. "You planning on just wearing that robe, beautiful? Not that I have any objections to being able to ogle you and easy access."
~~~~~~~oo(O)oo~~~~~~~
Mac left the Agency and drove aimlessly around before pulling off at a parking lot next to the lake, watching the water and thinking. Maybe if I talk to them... Doubting it would change anything, he pulled back out onto the highway, heading for the house. He'd lost track of time, had no idea if Vic and Alex were back yet or not, but he guessed he'd find out when he got there.
There was a strange car in the drive, and, as Mac got out of the car and peered in the glass panels by the door, he could see a man he didn't recognize talking to Vic and Alex. Looks like Mulder made it and is still in one piece so far. A glance in a side window showed him the table was set for three. His fingers closed on the door handle, then Mac paused, glancing in again at the others who were deep in a heated conversation.
With a sigh, Mac turned away and headed back to his car. This was between the three of them, what he thought didn't really matter at this junction. Sliding in behind the wheel, he turned the key and backed out of the drive, gunning the engine once he was on the road, making a couple of stops on the way back to the city and his old apartment.
~~~~~~~oo(O)oo~~~~~~~
They'd coaxed Mulder out of the bedroom and down to the kitchen to help make dinner. Alex had changed into old, faded jeans, and nothing else, and Vic was still wearing the robe. Mulder kept looking from one to the other, and his own jeans were growing increasingly tight. He was wondering if this had been a huge mistake.
Watching the two men together made Mulder realize how important they were to each other. They worked together seamlessly, only bumping when they wanted to, touching often, frequently finishing each other's sentences or answering questions only half-asked. He shouldn't be here.
"I should go," he said suddenly, startling the two men who'd been arguing over which spices to put into a dish. "I shouldn't be here. Thanks for the offer of dinner though." He smiled painfully and turned to leave, wishing desperately he'd realized what he could have had with Alex when there had still been a chance for him.
Vic rolled his eyes heavenward. "Jesus, we just get one thing settled and another pops up. Do our lives ever run smoothly?" Shoving all the spices into Alex's arms and leaving the ex-assassin gaping on one side of the island, Vic rounded it to glare at Mulder.
"You're. Not. Leaving. Alex wants you here, you're growing on me, and you haven't met Mac yet. So shut up and deal with it, G-man. Got it?"
Alex took one look at his glaring lover and the familiar, stubborn expression on Mulder's face and prudently decided to keep quiet.
Mulder glared right back, looking sulky. "Look, I don't need to be hit in the head to know when I'm a fifth wheel. You two certainly don't need me here." He crossed his arms, looking like a pouting child who'd been told he couldn't have his favorite toy.
Vic stared at the other man and then quite suddenly burst into laughter. "God, you're doing almost the exact same thing Mac did - only he did it better. What's so hard to get here, Mulder? Alex," Vic paused a little then continued, his voice calm and even.
"Alex loves you. He wants you. I want Alex to be happy. I also think that you're not half bad to look at and one hell of a workout. I could probably grow to have some rather strong feelings for you given time to get to know you better, despite this urge I have to march you to the playroom and paddle your ass for acting like a spoiled and petulant child. All you're doing is making Alex unhappy, me guilty, and yourself into a pathetic martyr type. Get over it."
Mulder gaped at Vic, stunned by that little speech, and ignored Alex, who was nearly doubled over with laugher on the other side of the room. "Are you sure your last name isn't Scully?" he asked dryly.
"I don't get you. Why do you want me to stay? You sure as hell didn't want me here when I got here." He stared at Vic, honestly baffled. If he had Alex, he sure as hell wouldn't be inviting anyone else to share.
"Who the hell is Scully?" Vic growled then turned and threw the pepper grinder at Alex when he burst out into howls of laughter. "Yuck it up, asshole, you'll get yours tonight," Vic threatened after he bit back his own chuckles at Alex's impromptu rain dance to avoid the flying object while keeping hold of what was in his hand. "And Baryshnikov you ain't."
Turning back to Mulder, the former cop sobered almost immediately. "He loves you. I love him. I want him happy, and he wants you. He gave me Mac for the same reasons and grew to love our ex-thief almost as much as I do, so how could I do any less for him? He's my life," Vic replied simply.
Mulder frowned, still confused and not sure how the hell he fit into this weird relationship, but he sat back down. "I don't understand you," he admitted, "but I think I want both of you." He groaned and dropped his head onto his arms, now folded on the counter. "I shoulda stuck with aliens and international conspiracies. They were easier."
Alex frowned slightly as he watched Mulder. He laid the spices down on the counter and moved to Mulder's side, tentatively placing a hand on the older man's shoulder.
Mulder raised his head, and their eyes met, each seeking answers in the other's gaze.
Vic suddenly felt very much like the fifth wheel Mulder claimed he was. They were so - well so beautiful together, he thought morosely. They have a history together that I can't share with Alex. They have a past that I don't. Quietly backing off, he watched the two men continue to communicate with nothing more than their eyes and silently left the kitchen.
Moving quickly, Vic wrote a quick note to Alex saying he was going to retrieve Director from the kennel, grabbed his car keys and slipped out the front door.
Alex slowly lowered his head and kissed Mulder, tasting that lush mouth, imagining that he could still taste Vic as well. Soon, though, all he was thinking about was Mulder, how they fit together, how much he wanted him, how long he'd waited. He pulled the other man to his feet so he could press against him, finding an erection to match his own.
"I want to fuck you," he groaned, rubbing against Mulder. "You gonna let me do that, Fox?"
Alex certainly did have a way of distracting a man, Mulder groaned as he licked his lips, rediscovering his former partner's taste. "Damn, Alex, you really want to, here? Now? But what about Vi... hey, where'd he go?" Mulder asked, looking around. He hoped he hadn't scared Vic off; he was actually looking forward to playing with both Alex and Vic, comparing and contrasting the two, as it were.
Alex looked around and frowned when he couldn't see Vic. He let go of Fox to look for his missing lover, discovering the note Vic had left on the hall table. He cursed softly, but it was too late to catch him, and glancing back at the rumpled Mulder, he realized that he did want this time with the man. He'd probably never have taken Mulder one-on-one if Vic hadn't forced his hand, but he couldn't say he was sorry.
"He left to get the dog out of the kennel," he explained, slowly stalking closer to his prey. "He'll be back later, but for now it's just us." He smiled slowly. "Time for us to work things out between us. I've been waiting for this ass for years," he rasped, curving his hands over Mulder's butt.
Mulder gaped at Alex and then moaned softly. "Christ, Krycek, warn a guy will ya?" he panted then decided to turn the tables. Pushing into Alex, he herded the younger man back against a wall and rubbed his rock hard erection against him. "Who says my ass is that easy to get? Vic was different. He and I were getting to know each other. You... you're gonna have to earn it."
Alex laughed, a wild look in his green eyes. "And how should I earn it, pretty Fox? Should I tell you how good I'm going to make you feel, how I'm going to fuck you till you can't walk and then I'm gonna do it all again? Should I do that, or should I just drop down here and suck your brains out your cock till you beg me for it?" He laughed again, rubbing against Mulder eagerly.
"Think you're that good, do you?" Mulder shot back. "Maybe, just maybe I want to fuck you, pretty Alex. Did you ever think of that?" he purred as he bent to lick his way down Alex's neck. "After all it would be ample payback for all the times I ended up on my ass because of you, being on and in your ass that is. Not to mention payback for all the reamings I took from Skinner as a result of going off half-cocked whenever you crooked your finger. You got me in a lot of trouble, Alex, and I think you need to pay."
Alex grinned wickedly. "Is that supposed to turn me off?" He reached down to cup Mulder's groin, moaning softly as he traced the growing erection. "I've dreamed of having this inside me for years." He chuckled. "It might be more comfortable in bed rather than against a wall though." He licked at Mulder's lips hungrily.
"My room," Mulder suddenly announced decisively. Somehow it felt... wrong to be with Alex in his bed. Not yet. Maybe someday but not yet, not them alone. It would have been almost - well disrespectful in Fox's mind. "I want you naked and ready for me, Alex. I want your ass all nice and slick and I want to fuck you so hard you'll wince when you sit down. And then maybe, if you can get it up I'll let you return the favor."
Alex just grinned, knowing that Mulder would be the one having trouble sitting down the next day. He was used to keeping up with both Vic and Mac, and all Mulder had had recently was his own hand... and Vic. He frowned. He still could barely believe Vic had fucked Mulder.
"Whatever you want, Foxy," he smirked. He turned and led the way down the hall, sauntering to give Mulder a good look at his ass. Once he got inside the room, he stopped beside the bed and unfastened his jeans, pushing them down, then sprawled on the bed, on his belly.
Mulder groaned and shook his head, what the hell was he thinking? Following Alex back here, messing up his life and now... now it was too late to back out. He was here, he'd been given tacit approval by Vic, and Alex wanted him. This Mac person was an unknown quantity but... he was nuts and he was horny as hell.
Following Alex into his bedroom, Mulder stood there staring appreciatively. Different and yet the same, he really needed to have them both naked and lying next to each other to give it proper 'scientific' analysis. Maybe someday soon, if they'd let him. "You're... breathtaking Alex," Fox husked as he approached the bed. "I can't believe that you're, that I'm here and you really want, I mean you don't mind me, fuck I don't know what I mean. I just can't believe it."
Alex laughed. "I've been trying to get it through to you for years, Mulder. Now get your ass over here and fuck me so I can fuck you." He squirmed enticingly. "Come on, Fox. Fuck me." Hot green eyes peered over his shoulder at the other man, and his legs parted, giving Mulder a good look at what was waiting for him.
Gulping, Mulder looked at the feast spread before him and before he knew it he was out of his clothes and pulling on a condom while crawling up the bed. "I said slick and waiting. You don't seem slick to me, Alex. Lube yourself," Mulder husked.
Alex reached over and opened the drawer of the nightstand, pulling out the lube they kept there, just in case. He squeezed some onto his fingers, then reached back to work one inside himself, soon adding a second. He smiled into the pillow at the soft sounds he heard from Mulder.
"There," he said, pulling his fingers away, "all ready. So whatcha gonna do with me?"
Mulder didn't' waste any time. Positioning the head of his cock against the well-oiled opening, the FBI agent slid inside with a groan. "Jesus," he whispered as he waited for Alex to get used to him, finally believing that this was real - that he was inside Alex Krycek.
When the younger man's hips thrust back impatiently, Mulder chuckled. "That mean you want me to move or something?" The Russian oath confirmed his suspicions, and so Mulder began to move, slowly at first and gradually picking up speed until he was fucking Alex with all the pent up rage, lust and what ever other emotion he had for the man being conveyed in every jab of his hips.
Alex groaned ecstatically. Mulder was inside him. Fox Mulder was fucking him. It was a fucking wet dream and he was wide awake to enjoy it. He drove back, meeting each thrust, increasing the speed of their movements, and he worked the muscles of his ass to milk the other man. He was loving every second of this, and he intended to make Mulder come, to make sure that he drove the other man crazy with pleasure, and then he was going to fuck him blind.
"That's it, Fox, fuck me hard," he rasped, raising himself slightly to decrease the friction on his cock.
Mulder groaned at the heated words and increased the tempo of his thrusts. It was just so fucking good. Over and over he powered into the body writhing beneath him until, with a last thrust and a breathless wail he came hard, filling Alex with his seed. "Oh Jesus, that was..." he gasped tiredly, collapsing on Alex's back.
Alex moaned, feeling Mulder's seed jet into him, and he arched his back, keeping him deep inside, then he rolled them over so that Mulder was lying on his back, and he carefully separated them. He turned to face Fox, grinning at the sated expression on his face. "God, you're gorgeous," he breathed, taking Mulder's mouth in a deep kiss.
He reached down, finding that Mulder's ass was still somewhat loose and slick from his earlier session with Vic, and he smiled. "Didn't want to wash him away, huh? I'm gonna fill you again, Foxy." He positioned himself and pressed inside, groaning as he felt the tight heat close around him.
Mulder whimpered and thrust back against the invading cock. He'd been dreaming about this for years, about Alex, rat bastard, Krycek fucking him raw. And the knowledge that the man's lover and look a like had been there just a few hours before sent shivers down his spine and straight to his cock.
"Oh Jesus, Alex," the older man wailed as he felt his lover's balls caress his ass. "I can't believe you're really in me. Oh sweet... fuck me, please. Wanna feel you sliding in and out of me, using Vic's come as lubricant. Want to feel the come of both of you inside my ass," the agent panted.
The hot words did as much to heat Alex's blood as the feeling of Mulder's hot ass gripping him. He could feel the slickness of Vic's come filling Mulder, lubricating the older man for him, and he groaned.
"Fuck, Mulder, you're an even bigger slut than my Vic," he groaned happily. "So fucking good." His hips drove back and forth, taking the man who'd filled his fantasies for years. "Even better than I imagined, so hot and tight, and knowing that Vic had you like this only a little while ago..."
"You like that idea, don't you?" Mulder panted as he fought not to howl with lust as his prostate was rubbed again and again. "You liked watching Vic fuck me, knowing that he was yours and that he was taking me the way you take him. I bet you're the top in that relationship, but the idea of your little Vic giving it to me the way you always wanted..." Mulder's words died off as a sharp scream built in his throat.
"Harder, Christ, Alex, fuck me already!" the older man ordered, thrusting his hips back hard and taking his cock in his hand to pump it. Just talking about the way Mansfield had fucked him with Alex watching had him ready to come; it was so hot.
Alex suddenly grabbed Mulder's wrist, pulling his hand away from himself. "Such a gorgeous slut," he rasped, nipping at Mulder's wrist. "Ready to come again so soon? Pretty impressive at your age, Foxy. You're a goddamn nympho, and if I'd known that years ago, I'd have dragged you into my bed long since."
He let go of the wrist and reached between them to jerk Mulder's cock. "Come for me, Foxy. Wanna feel you come around me and milking my come out of me."
"If you did that, you'd never have found your Vic," the older man pointed out as he strained underneath his lover's touch. "And then I'd never have been able to have the two of you or maybe get to watch the two of you. Oh Jesus, ALEX!" Mulder wailed as his orgasm caught him by surprise, come boiling over to coat both his stomach and the younger man's hand as his ass muscles clenched down.
Alex groaned loudly as Mulder clamped down on him, and the climax he'd been holding back through sheer willpower ripped out of him. He rammed deep inside Mulder one final time, his body convulsed in a rictus of pleasure.
Slowly, he slumped on top of the other man, rubbing against him as Mulder's sperm cooled between their bellies. "Yeah," he finally answered, "much better to have both of you. All of you," he added thinking of his Macky.
He shifted to his side after pulling out of Mulder, lazily swirling a finger through the sticky mess on his lover's belly. "I never did ask: How long can you stay?"
"I've got two weeks before Skinner wants me back," Mulder said with a sigh. "I suppose I could take my vacation on top of convalescent leave but Scully would have my ass. I'm actually kinda surprised she hasn't come looking for me yet. You know how protective she gets. Not to mention pissed for taking off and not telling her where I'm going.
"You're really not coming back to Washington, are you, Krycek? You've really left the Consortium and the conspiracies behind. It's going to be strange without you in the game. Won't have someone to beat on anymore," Fox continued, a little melancholy at the thought that his world had shifted once more, even though some parts were for the better.
Alex turned his head to watch Mulder carefully. "You ever thought of giving it up, Foxy? You found out about your sister, you could let it go. Have a real life, you and Scully both. You'd be surprised at how good it feels."
He rolled to his feet and drew Mulder up as well. "Come on, Mulder, we need a shower." He grinned at his fragrant lover. "Not that I mind you smelling like Vic and me, but you might want to clean up a bit."
~~~~~~~oo(O)oo~~~~~~~
Tobacco and alcohol, did a man need anything more? Asking himself this question, Mac kicked his feet up on the balcony railing, taking a deep drag off his cigarette and exhaling, sending a long stream of smoke into the night air. A half-empty bottle of whiskey sat beside his chair alongside a battered package of cigarettes and a lighter. Loud, angry sounding music blared from the portable CD player - a last minute purchase when Mac realized that he didn't have one where he was going.
His old apartment still held most of his furniture; it hadn't fit in with the house so it was easier to let it stay. The Agency had paid the lease for the rest of the year, a fact Mac was very grateful for right now.
He'd gone by Li Ann's first, hoping to talk to her. She'd been evasive and distant as well as smugly condescending regarding the whole situation, so he didn't stay long.
"Depend on yourself, Malcolm. It's safer that way," he said aloud. "Hurts less too." This was added in a slurred murmur as he took another swig from the bottle. He looked over at his cell phone, fighting the temptation to flip it open and check messages again. There hadn't been any five minutes ago, and, as he'd sworn he wasn't calling in again, there was no real reason to touch it. He'd left a message at the house earlier saying that he had some things to take care of and not to expect him back that night. To give his hands something to do, Mac lit one cigarette off the butt of the other, then looked back out at the night sky, letting the singer's snarling wails and the pulsing drumbeat carry him to another place, somewhere that he didn't have to think, or feel.
~~~~~~~oo(O)oo~~~~~~~
Vic drove aimlessly for a while, trying to settle his racing thoughts. He had a fairly good idea of what was happening at home and, surprisingly enough, he was okay with it. He was okay with a lot of things.
The one thing he wasn't okay with was the fact that Mac should have been home by now but wasn't. Where was he? Flipping on his cell phone and making a quick call to Nathan, Vic did a rapid defensive driving type U-turn to the blast of various horns, not that he gave a damn.
A short time later the ex-cop pulled up in front of Mac's former place of residence. God, baby, why did you come here instead of coming home - to me? Vic thought worriedly. Walking into the high rise and quickly going to Mac's floor, the older man paused in front of his lover's door.
His hand came out to caress the wood. If you looked hard enough you could still see the paper thin gash where the knife had protruded from it so long ago. He knew this place as well as he knew his old apartment. The hours they'd spent here arguing, debating, and taunting each other. The days they'd just hung out over a six-pack of beer and a pizza watching a game together. The raw fish jokes and the dork cracks. Vic smiled softly and instead of knocking on the door let himself in with his spare key.
"When you didn't come home, I got worried," he spoke gently into the darkened room, ignoring the smell of cigarettes and alcohol. "So, is it your turn or mine to order the pizza?"
Mac stirred enough to crack an eyelid open partway, and took a long drag on his cigarette, letting the smoke sit in his lungs long enough to burn before slowly letting it stream from his lips. "Not hungry," he grunted, prying his eyes open a little more and focusing on the blurry shape near the door.
He'd had enough to drink by now that he was feeling no pain, and so the ex-thief giggled when he finally recognized his visitor. "Look, it's a Thing. Not sure which one, but he should be back at home with the other Things, where he belongs." He snickered again, then puffed on his cigarette, singing tunelessly along with the song on the stereo, the foot hanging over the edge of the sofa jerking in time to the music.
"No, it's not a Thing," Vic ground out as he stalked over to his partner and lover, snatched the cigarette away and extinguished it. Standing over the younger man and practically breathing smoke of his own, Vic looked down at the inebriated young man. "It's Vic. Your partner and your lover, remember me? The guy who's gotten shot for you, bled for you, cried for you, and god damnit nearly died for you on more than one occasion. The one who's watched your back for the past three years even when you hated my guts? That guy."
Hauling Mac up so that they relatively face to face, Vic ground his mouth down on the soft, mobile lips he'd grown to love so much, ignoring the taste of tar and alcohol. "I also happen to be one of the two men who love you more than life. And I've been worried sick. If you want to sulk, fine I can live with that. God knows I've given both of you enough fodder to last a lifetime, but do me a favor in the future, okay?" Vic continued, a querulous shake in his voice. "Call me when you're gonna do this. You scared the shit out of me when you didn't come home, Mac. I need to know you're okay. I love you, you stupid shit!"
Blinking owlishly, Mac looked up at Vic, then collapsed back on the couch when the older man let go of his shirt, giggling again. "Don't you check messages? I called. Came by too, but everyone was bu-sy..." He frowned, realizing that he had lost his smoke, then leaned over, almost losing his balance as he grabbed for the pack, only to have Vic slap it out of his hand.
"Besides," he continued, grabbing up the bottle and taking a slug of the harsh whiskey before he lost that too, "Vic-tor loves Al-ex, and Al-ex loves Vic-tor. No room left for anyone else, not even pleshant shurprishes." The slur that entered his voice made Mac frown, and he stared at the bottle in his hand, trying to gauge just how much he had had to drink, then finding that he really didn't care.
"Pleasant...? Jesus Christ, Mac, there is nothing pleasant about you right now, although you have managed to surprise me. And guess what? I still love you, you hear me? I love you as much as I do Alex. Alex is the dark to my light, the yin to my yang, but Mac... you're the fire that binds us all together," Vic told his lover passionately.
Suddenly coming to a decision, Vic hauled Mac to his feet and dragged him into the bedroom's en suite bathroom. Shoving his lover into the shower he turned on the cold all the way and grinned as Mac jumped, yelped and swore in various languages. "Hey. You're the one who got shit-faced. Now get dressed. We have some place to go. Now!"
Mac's snort of laughter turned into a startled squawk when Vic grabbed him, then to an outraged shout when he was deluged with freezing cold water. The shock drove most of the alcoholic haze from his brain, taking with it the feeling of numb well-being that had settled on him.
"Jesus, Vic, what the fuck are you doing?" he sputtered, thrashing around, shaking himself viciously when he managed to get out of the shower stall. "Maybe I got shit-faced because I wanted to and maybe I don't want to go out anywhere," he added belligerently, scowling at the older man.
"Well I'm gonna need you to drive me back here cause I'll be in too much pain to do it myself," Vic replied logically as he dug into Mac's duffel bag and pulled out a new set of sweats, tossing them at the younger man. "Now hurry up will ya?"
Walking out of the bedroom, Vic left a sputtering Mac behind him. Grabbing the whiskey bottle, he took a couple hits before wiping his mouth and making a quick call home to leave a message for Alex not to expect him back that night.
"What the - Goddamn it Vic..." Mac glared down at the rumpled clothes in his hands, and swore again. Yanking off his sopping garments, he pulled on the sweats, clearly as annoyed with having to go out dressed like that as with the prospect of going out anywhere at all.
"In case you haven't noticed, I'm probably not the best one to be driving anyone anywhere right now," he said once he'd thrown the bedroom door open. "And just where is so goddamn important that you have to go there in the middle of the fucking night?"
"I want to get my tattoo changed. I want you on me as well. Permanent and forever. My yin-yang needs its flames. It needs you," Vic husked as he walked over to the younger man and wrapped his arms loosely around Mac's waist. "I need you."
The younger man's expression crumpled briefly, before he managed to rein it in. "You don't have to do that, Vic. I'm not going anywhere, I can't," he sighed. "I was going to come back, once you all had settled what you needed to. Just needed time to think is all."
It was true. Maybe they didn't need him that much, but Mac needed Vic and Alex, even though right now he almost hated the fact. Vic was feeling guilty or sorry for him or something. Whatever it was, it would pass.
"Mac, baby, I want to do this. I need to do this. I love you, Mac. I need you in my life as much as I need Alex. I'm incomplete without you, you idiot.
"Have I ever, in all the years we've worked together, lied to you Mac? You know I haven't. Believe me now. You are just as important, as vital to me as Alex. I don't love one of you better than the other. I don't need one of you more than the other. It's equal in my mind and my heart. You both are the most important people in my life, equally. Believe me baby. Please," Vic begged shamelessly, his eyes glistening with the passion of his words and heart.
Mac smiled a little sadly at that. "All right, I believe you, Victor." It wouldn't do any good to argue the point. Besides, his head was beginning to ache, making his stomach roll. He didn't drink a lot as a rule, and the after-effects of the whiskey were beginning to haunt him. "Let me get my shoes on and we can go."
"Mac?" Vic husked, a hand coming out to touch the younger man's arm lightly, almost tentatively. "Talk to me, please? I miss you talking to me. You're hurting. I can see it and I want to make it better, but I don't know how. I feel so helpless... so useless..."
"Welcome to my world," Mac whispered, his voice hoarse as his throat closed up. He wanted to hug Vic, to clear the look of hurt from his eyes, but it just wasn't that easy this time.
"What can I do to make this right?" Vic asked quietly. He felt like he was running one of the Agency's obstacle courses with the Cleaners and Dobi hiding in the bushes with booby traps and landmines and other surprises, but there was no way he was backing down. There had to be a way to convince Mac he was sincere, but what? "Mac, please, I can't do this alone, I need help - your help."
God, Vic, let it lie, Mac moaned to himself, shuffling past the older man and turning off the CD player before it could repeat the disc again. He started back to the couch, then gave up and simply slid down the wall, propping his elbows on his knees and rubbing his temples.
"Look," he said carefully, trying to work the words out in his head before he said them, but having a hard time doing it. "It's nothing I haven't known from the beginning, guess hearing it threw me for a loop is all. You - you and Alex do what you have to do, I understand that, it's nothing new. I did call the house and left a message that I wasn't going to be back tonight, but I guess that the Feeb had you two busy. It's all right, I'm fine. I just needed a break is all. A week of unrelenting dom-ing can wear a guy down." He was rambling and he knew it, but what Mac didn't realize was that he had no reason to know that Mulder was there.
Vic stared at his lover in shock. He had no idea that Mac felt this way abo..."Mac, how did you know Mulder was at the house? If you called... you came home didn't you? Oh, God, baby! Why didn't you come in? We were waiting for you, Mac!" Vic choked out as he slid to sit next to Mac. "What did you hear, Mac. Tell me, please?" the ex-cop coaxed softly.
"Beat Alex to the punch with him did you?" the younger man asked, giving a melancholy smile. "Well, guess that's only fair since he had me first and all. Didn't really hear anything other than that. Decided you needed to work it out and another person would just add problems." It wasn't the whole truth, but it was as close as he was willing to get without revealing what he'd heard on the island.
"Mac, can I ask you something?" Vic asked softly, staring down at his hands. "That first time, with Alex. Was it love or just lust?"
Mac tilted his head just enough to give Vic a sidelong glance, his eyes narrowed in confusion. "For me or him?" Vic scowled, so Mac decided he'd better answer that one straight. "Lust of course. That and a healthy dose of telling myself it was you - part of the time." The last was admitted with a soft sigh.
"And with me, it was love?" Vic continued, needing the younger man to admit it. He did have a point, and if Mac wasn't so upset he was sure the younger man would have picked it up already, which only proved just how upset Mac really was. "Were you angry with him? Upset that it wasn't me, that he took something away that you felt should have been yours alone?"
"Yes, but..." Mac rubbed his eyes with his palms, feeling the headache intensify as he tried to wrap his whiskey-soaked brain around whatever it was that Vic was trying to get at. "I don't understand what you want me to say. Yes, I was mad at him, because you didn't know. But I couldn't stay mad. He let me in for however long you both wanted me, besides, it would have hurt you."
"Kinda like I feel towards Mulder. Alex wants him, Mac. Alex loved him long before he loved me and I've got to accept that if I want to stay a part of Alex's life. So I let Mulder in. And I tried to strangle him and ended up breaking a mirror and slicing myself up and barfing my guts out and fucking him raw to get it out of me. But that's it. When I'm with you - from the first time I was with you, I loved you. You filled the spaces that Alex couldn't. You were my friend, my strength, my partner in arms. My best friend Mac. And then you were my lover and for the first time in my life I was truly whole and I had family that really mattered and really loved me.
"You're not around until we get tired of you. You're around until the end of time, baby. You're my family, Mac. Don't you get it? You're in so deep that there's no way to carve you out of me. You're in blood and bone and muscle and most of all, in my heart. And that won't change. Ever."
Slowly Mac raised his head and looked at Vic, pain and more than a bit of anger radiating from his blood-shot eyes. "Then tell me this, buddy. When Alex told you Mulder was coming and you agreed that he could have him, why didn't you need me then? You were going to go off and go play poker with the Cleaners for fuck's sake. Even when he asked you to stay with me it was like pulling bloody teeth to get a 'yes' out of you. How do you think that makes me feel? Did you think I was going to gloat that he was off screwing the Feeb? Did it ever occur to you that maybe, just maybe, it might hurt me too? Hell, I have no right to complain about anything anyone does, so I guess it didn't."
Drained by his speech, Mac leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes, wondering if the next thing he heard was Vic getting up and heading for the door. Shouldn't have pushed, Macky-boy. You know better than that.
"Oh God, Mac," Vic gasped. He was up on his knees in front of the younger man, holding Mac as tightly as he could before he realized it. "Oh sweet God, baby. I didn't mean it like that. I... oh, God, what have I done?" the ex-cop moaned and finally gave into the grief that had been threatening to overwhelm him all night. Slick tears coursed down his face as he rocked against Mac, silently begging for forgiveness.
"I knew this would happen. I knew I'd fuck up somehow. I never, never meant it like that, Mac. I didn't want yours or Alex's pity. I didn't want to be poor, weak, queenie Vic who no longer had the balls to stand on his own and bleed like a man instead of being man enough to need to be with the people I loved.
"I was just so angry at him. He was treating me like a child who needed to be taken care of while he planned to go and fuck... that son of a bitch Mulder. I didn't want anger in our bed, Mac, or pity, or rage, or any other negative emotion. I wanted to find a dark corner and lick my wounds and hide away from the world.
"You and Alex. You're so much alike - strong, so strong that I sometimes wonder what you see in me - the sappy idiot who believes in any sob story and who gets taken for so many rides it isn't funny. The dork. I just wanted to be strong for once, show him that I wasn't an emotional wreck, a preening queen in a fit of hysterics. And I hurt you, oh God, forgive me. I never meant to," Vic sobbed quietly.
"I... please forgive me, Mac, please?"
A harsh shudder ran through the length of Mac's body, and he let his head fall forward to rest on Vic's shoulder. The other man's tears were hot against his cheek, and Mac swallowed hard, fighting the ones that wanted to well up in his eyes in sympathy.
"You're crazy if you think I'm strong or that you're a queen," he rasped, his arms moving to encircle Vic's torso without conscious thought or design. "I just - all I ever wanted was to feel like an equal in this whole mess. I loved you from the start, and Alex made me feel the same about him, and - "
Mac drew in a shaky breath, his fingers tightening in the fabric of Victor's shirt, pulling the fabric taut across the other man's back. "I'm just so tired of walking on eggshells, worrying that I won't say or do the right thing and that will be it. Li Ann keeps telling me I let the two of you walk all over me, but I don't know what else to do!"
His breath was coming in harsh, rasping gulps now, and Mac fought not to lose it totally in front of his partner. "All I wanted for the longest time was you," he continued quietly, unaware that his tears were soaking the soft cotton of Vic's shirt. "And then you were gone, and then Alex was here and I'd really lost you. Then I had you both, then I found that I wanted you both - always. I just don't know how to keep you."
"Li Anne doesn't know shit!" Vic snarled viciously. He really should have let Alex play with her dammit all. Where the hell did she get off interfering in their relationship? And she sure as hell was no Dr. Ruth, hell she was probably just pissy because both he and Mac had moved on and were no longer playing jackass to her dangling carrot.
"And another thing," Vic snarled, jerking away from his lover and standing to pace as his frayed temper flared. "You are an equal, goddammit. Jesus Christ, Mac, how can you say you're not? That's such bullshit. When are you gonna get it through your thick skull? Keeping us isn't going to be a problem - getting rid of us might be. Christ," Vic ran his fingers through his short hair in frustration.
"Okay," Vic came to a sudden stop, then squatted down in front of his dumbfounded lover. "You know me, Mac. Mr. Sentimental, Mr. Commitment, the guy who believes in making love, not having sex. Come on, Mac. You used to drive me nuts teasing me about my wounded dove, heart on my sleeve, in for the long haul mentality.
"You also know that after the head games that have been played on me - by almost all the women in my life, that I despise doing the same to someone else. I would never do that to you, baby. I would never say I love you only to change my mind a week or a month from now. I love you for as long as you'll have me, Mac, and probably even longer. No strings, no conditions, nothing. And believe me when I say Alex feels exactly the same way. Shit, he's the poster child for obsessions are us, and I know I'm not much better.
"Okay, I admit that he and I can and do sometimes get into this mood where all we see and hear is each other. But we each get that way about you too. Hell, he's probably forgotten I even exist right now because he's completely focused on getting the piece of ass he's been lusting after for seven years, and guess what... it doesn't bother me. Because right now, right this minute there's no one I want to be with more than you. If Alex were to call up right now I'd tell him to play with the toy he has because I'm busy. With you. Get it yet? I'm committed. I love you and it's forever!"
Mac sat wide-eyed, his gaze trained on Victor, his expression crumpling even as he curled in on himself. Could he have been so blind? So focused on what he thought he didn't have that he missed the fact that he did have it? He didn't know the answer to either of those questions right now, but he knew one thing: today he'd done the one thing he'd sworn he'd never do. He'd hurt Victor, hurt him badly.
"I'm sorry," Mac whispered, lowering his head to his knees, but reaching out blindly for Vic's hand, needing that anchor amidst the chaos of his emotions. "I didn't - I love you - always will. Didn't mean..." Raising his head, his dark eyes made luminous by the tears in them, he stared at Victor, silently pleading for forgiveness and another chance.
"Awwh, sweetheart," Vic crooned, pulling Mac onto his lap and cradling the younger man tightly to him. "It's okay. Hey, look at me," his fingers raised Mac's head and gently wiped away the tears beginning to fall. "You have nothing to be sorry about, Mac. You were hurting and I was too wrapped up in my own selfish problems to see it. Guess it just goes to prove we are a real family, baby. Complete with kick ass arguments and all the other fun shit."
Picking Mac up in his arms, Vic carried the younger man into the bedroom and, laying him down on the bed, curled up next to him. "Been quite the night, hasn't it? I love you, Mac," Vic murmured, kissing each eye closed, then gently devouring his lover's succulent mouth.
Mac hugged Victor tightly to him, his fingers clenched on the other man's shirt, trembling as he was kissed with exquisitely tender passion. "Think I can live without another night like this for a while," he murmured, rubbing his face blindly against Vic's as he twined his long limbs around his lover's body.
"Love you, don't want to think about anything. Only that right now."
Vic smiled and used the pads of his fingers to gently map out the curves and contours of Mac's face. "I think I can help with that," he husked, bending to nibble his way down the strong, elegant column of the younger man's throat.
Letting his fingers drift down until the caught the hem of Mac's sweatshirt, Vic pulled it up; reluctantly giving up the tender flesh he'd been feasting on long enough to pull the shirt off. Standing, Vic slowly removed the younger man's track pants and briefs then stripped out of his own clothes.
Lying down next to Mac he began to chart his lover's body inch by inch, first with fingers then with lips. Tonight he was going to love Mac within an inch of sanity. Tonight he was going to prove just how cherished Mac Ramsey was.
"Victor..." Mac gasped, his breath catching in his throat as he felt the older man work his way over his body, the slightly rough pads of his fingertips giving way to the smooth silk of his lips and the humid warmth of his breath.
"God, please..." He shivered when Vic's explorations ghosted over his ribs and the ticklish spot beneath them, then moaned when Vic nuzzled through his chest hair, rooting out the small peaks of his nipples.
"Shhh," Vic whispered, a finger coming up to brush against Mac's lips. He groaned slightly as he felt it sucked into the warm, moist cavern of Mac's mouth. "Let me take care of you, baby, let me make you feel good," Vic continued as he nibbled his way from one nipple to the other than down the line of dark hair to Mac's navel. There he spent considerable time licking and delving and tasting.
As Vic played Mac suckled on his finger harder and harder. His lover's body grew tense with need and restless with desire. This was how Vic wanted Mac; on the edge, lost in a fugue of pleasure where all he could see, hear, smell, touch or taste was Vic. He wanted Mac to drown in him. Backing off slightly, Vic rubbed his cheek with its day old growth of stubble across the younger man's taut stomach and grinned at the quiet moan of need that emerged deep from within Mac's chest.
Unable to speak, Mac whimpered around Vic's finger, sucking it harder and deeper, the salty flavor making him crave more. His body was on fire, lost in the maze of his lover's making, and the only way out would be when Vic led him there.
He felt the rasp of Vic's stubble against his stomach, and arched upward, his muscles quivering with tension. Hands scrabbled at Vic's bare shoulders, then fell away, clenching in the sheets for want of an anchor. All Mac knew was that he didn't think he'd ever been as turned on in his life, and Vic hadn't even touched his cock yet. Every touch spoke of love and commitment and Mac longed to return the feelings, but he could only writhe on the bed, letting Vic take him where he needed to.
Nuzzling his way downwards once more, Vic nosed through the soft curls that framed Mac's erection. Rubbing his bewhiskered cheek against Mac's cock he delighted in the whimpers of need that emitted from the younger man's mouth. There was no question of what Mac was thinking of - he wasn't thinking at all, just feeling.
"Do you know how beautiful you are to me?" Vic rasped quietly, watching Mac with almost predatory eyes. "Lean and lithe, slim hipped and elegant. A Da Vinci model brought to life, a Greek statue - David maybe. I would watch you walk away from me and imagine being sheathed inside you and nearly cream. The Director used to quirk her eyebrow as if to say 'I know what you want.'"
Pulling his fingers from Mac's mouth, Vic slid to the foot of the bed and began to nibble on Mac's toes, eliciting a giggle from the ex-thief. "Ticklish, are we?" he smirked as he licked his way across the sole of Mac's foot. "Every part of you is beautiful to me, Mac. From the bottom of your feet to the tip of that snooty little nose of yours. I love you, Ramsey.
A needy whine rose from Mac's throat, then fractured when Vic licked his foot and sent skitterings of impulses up his nerve endings. "You - beautiful," he rasped, raising his head off the bed and staring down at the older man, his dark eyes glassy and unfocused.
Giving another moan, Mac collapsed back onto the sheets, squirming, spreading his legs in both an invitation and a plea. He needed to feel Vic everywhere, to push the gnawing doubts from his mind and just luxuriate in what was happening now.
"Shhh, easy sweetheart, we have all night to play," Vic chuckled quietly then began to work his way up the arch of Mac's foot to his ankle. He slowly charted a path up one of Mac's legs to the join of hip and groin then, despite the younger man's urgent pleas, returned to the other foot to repeat the process. Vic was determined to cherish every part of Mac tonight and prove just how much he loved the younger man.
"Oh, sweetheart, the things I want to do to you," Vic sighed as he crawled up Mac to straddle his thighs. "I could get arrested for every sex crime imaginable. You make me wanna do crazy things." He let a finger trace its way around Mac's collarbone then bent to rain tiny kisses on the bony protuberance. "Wicked things to every part of your body."
"Go - go right ahead," Mac gasped, closing his eyes, then popping them open again when the darkness made the room start to spin lazily around him. Reaching for an anchor, he slid his hands to Vic's legs, kneading the muscular flesh of the older man's thighs.
The butterfly soft feel of Vic's lips brushing over his shoulders was as sharp as a brand, and Mac shuddered, only to be rewarded for it with a nip at the base of his throat. "Need - please, Victor, God!" The last was added in an anguished voice as he tried to pull the other man in for a kiss but missed.
"What do you need, Mac? Anything I have that's in my power to give to you, I will. Just say the words, sweetheart," Vic murmured as he began to work his way down Mac's chest, teasing his tongue through the whorls of dark hair. "You taste so good," Vic moaned quietly.
Bringing his hands into play, Vic began to trace strong muscles and lean planes, worshiping his lover. Dipping lower, he tasted the salt of Mac's skin and then pierced the indentation of his navel, grinning as the younger man jumped.
"You." Mac moaned, and dragged his hands up to Vic's hair, stroking the soft, dark strands, mesmerized by the silky feel. "Need to taste, feel - " He drew in a ragged breath as Vic continued to delve into his naval with his tongue. "Want you in me, Victor. Don't want to feel..."
His voice died off, and his hands tightened in Vic's hair, this time succeeding in pulling his partner up and in for a kiss.
Stroking every inch of velvet heat that made up Mac's delicious mouth, Vic savored his lover for long moments. When at last oxygen became imperative, he broke off and stared down at Mac with eyes the color of green obsidian. "Mac, you have me. You'll always have me. In you, over you, you in me, us both in Alex, whatever the combination, you're always in here." Vic raised one of Mac's hands to lick his palm before placing it over his heart. "You'll always live in here, Ramsey. I promise."
Feeling the heavy beat of Vic's heart beneath his palm, Mac felt something shatter within him, and he swallowed hard to keep what tiny bit of composure he still maintained. "Need you - both - always," he whispered, looking up at Victor, then raising his other hand to shakily trace the older man's face.
"I'm sorry," he breathed, staring at his finger as he traced the smooth lines of Vic's lips. "So stupid, couldn't believe... " He shuddered again, emotional and physical turmoil leeching his strength away.
"Believe me, baby, I know the feeling well," Vic husked as he rolled off of Mac and pulled him into his arms, sex leaving his mind for a moment as the overwhelming need to comfort Mac took precedence.
"Never told you this 'cause you were so upset at the time and the last thing I needed was for the Director to find out and send me away for psych evaluations, but," Vic swallowed hard at the memory he was about to talk about for the first time since it happened.
"When you and the Director and Lex's ex-boss all found us things got a little... well, ugly. Alex said stuff; I said stuff; he walked away; I walked out and thought about swallowing a gun for all of two minutes. After the shit that Li Ann, Ivy, and Gloria pulled, I kinda didn't think I was worth a lot in the romance department. It's one of the main reasons I never dreamed you could want me too; I thought I was just unwantable, unlovable. I still have problems with it, but you and Alex, you show me each and every day that I must be because the two of you love me.
"So, make you a deal, you give up the smoking and the heavy drinking, and I give up the suicide pacts, and we both talk our troubles out?"
Mac lay still within the circle of Vic's arms, his eyes closed again as he listened to what his partner had to say and the steady back-beat of his heart. "Okay," he said quietly, speaking the word into Vic's shoulder. "Don't really need to get chained to the wall again anyway."
"Oh, I don't know, Macky," Vic grinned down at the younger man. "You looked kinda cute up there, all vulnerable and wide open and so easy to play with."
Pulling Mac in for a tender kiss, Vic wrapped the ex-thief's legs around him and leaned back until Mac was once more prone on the bed. "I've been told I have very bad timing, that I should finish what I start. I believe you said something about me being in you?" he teased as he delicately traced the outline of Mac's lips with his tongue. "The offer still stand?"
Mac opened his eyes just enough to peer up at his partner, but there was definitely something unfocused about his gaze. "Go for it, Vic-tor," he murmured, running a hand down Vic's back. "But remember, if I conk out on you in the middle of things, it's nothing personal. I'm still just a little wasted, and I haven't slept a whole lot the past two nights."
"Baby, if you conk out on me, then I'm not doing it right," Vic chuckled quietly as he reached for the lube. Squirting some into his hand, he warmed it for long minutes then smeared it on two of his fingers.
"I love you, Mac," Vic smiled down at the younger man, somewhat sappily. That said, he began to apply the lubricant to the tight ring of his lover's anus, circling it slowly, building anticipation and need.
Watching Mac's face change, the emotions flit over its expressive surface had Vic grinning. This was how he wanted to see his lover, lost in the needs of his body. Finally giving in to what they both wanted, he let his fingers slide inside, working the slick liquid in a bit at a time.
Removing his fingers, he repeated the process, all the while raining kisses over his lover's body. Taking a nipple in his mouth, Vic began to suckle even as his hand fondled and stroked the younger man's cock and balls. "You taste so sweet. God, you're addictive. Can't get enough of you," Vic murmured, staring down hotly at the younger man.
"Please. Vic - need - please," Mac begged, his body twisting and writhing on the bed as his lover slowly drove him out of what was left of his mind. He was going to explode or float off into outer space, and he needed Vic's heat and warmth to keep him in place, or he'd be lost forever.
His long fingers dug into Victor's back, but his arms lacked the strength to pull the older man up to where Mac needed him, so he could only moan and beg and feel.
"Shh, easy, Mac. Never doubt that I won't give you exactly what you need," the older man husked as he slicked up his own cock and withdrew his fingers. Mac's moan of loss made him smile even as he positioned the head of his arousal against the younger man's pucker and slowly guided himself inside the waiting heat.
"God," Vic moaned quietly, needfully, as he sank all the way into Mac's body. "You feel so good, Mac. Love feeling you around me. Love being in you as much as having you in me. You complete us," the older man admitted quietly, eyes staring hotly at the younger man, trying to convince with their power alone.
Vic could stand it no longer and finally began to move his hips, slowly, stroking every inch of his lover's anus both inwards and outwards. His hands drifted, one wrapping around Mac's cock and the other delivering light brush strokes to Mac's perineum and back farther to feel himself gliding in and out of his lover.
Mac was floating, his thoughts centered only on the overwhelming sensation of being filled and the compelling green eyes gazing down at him. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through him, demanding nothing less than complete and total surrender to his lover, and Mac gave it, gladly.
With a sobbing moan, he came, the perfection of the moment too much to bear any longer. His muscles caressed Vic's erection as his semen flooded the space between them, but Mac's hold on Vic didn't loosen, even when he felt his muscles begin to shake.
A few more strokes, the clenching of inner muscles and outer, arms holding him tight and Vic was filling Mac with his seed, a harsh exhalation and the soft murmuring of Mac's name the only sounds he made. Sinking so that he was pillowed between the taller man's legs, lying on top of his lover, Vic continued to stare into Mac's eyes until he at last noticed the tremors.
Rolling them over until they were side by side, Vic soothed and gentled the younger man, his fingers tracing across Mac's face and shoulders. "I love you; God, I love you, Mac. I need you as much as I do... I need you both equally. You're loved, so very loved, you dork," the older man admitted, his breath catching sob-like in his throat.
"Please, please never leave me, us, your family again. Talk to us, yell at us, scream at us, beat the shit out of us if you need to, but don't run away. Okay?" Vic pleaded quietly, raining kisses and caresses on Mac wherever he could, pulling Mac protectively into his arms and holding on for dear life.
"'Kay," Mac whispered, resting his head against Vic's shoulder and closing his eyes. "I'm just so tired... So damned tired..." With a sigh, he relaxed more fully, letting sleep claim him though his arm and leg stayed twined around Vic's body.
"Sleep, baby," Vic husked as he stroked Mac's precious head. "I'll guard your dreams for you." Bending, he kissed the younger man's temple and settled back into the pillow, getting himself comfortable for a long night of protecting his younger lover's sleep.
Glancing over at the phone, he knew he should call Alex, but then again he also knew what Alex was probably doing at this very moment. "Sorry 'lex," he whispered regretfully, hoping their lover wouldn't miss their presence all that much with his newest plaything in residence, "but tonight you're on your own. We came too close to losing him today, and I'm not gonna let him down."
Gently chafing his hands up and down Mac's sleeping back, Vic smiled at how young and innocent his thief looked at that moment. "We love you, Mac, and somehow, someway, we'll convince you we mean it. I promise."
~~~~~~~oo(O)oo~~~~~~~
Shaking his head and telling himself that just because he'd walked out when Vic started screaming at Alex for falling asleep in the guest bedroom with the Feeb didn't mean he was running away again, Mac headed to the gym they'd built in the back of the house, hoping to clear up his hangover by working out some. Maybe by the time he was feeling human again, things would have calmed down some.
Close to an hour later, Mac heard the gym door open. He dropped the weights he'd been working with back onto the rack, watching in the mirror as Alex walked across the mats toward him. The older man looked beat, that was for sure.
"Everyone still alive at the house?" Mac asked, picking up a towel and slinging it around his neck after drying his face. Considering the way the voices had been escalating when he'd left earlier in the day, it was a good possibility that someone - probably Mulder the Feeb - was lying dead on the floor right now.
Alex nodded, then rubbed at his temples, taking a deep breath as if getting ready to continue.
"Oh no," Mac butted in. "I don't want to hear the gory details. This thing is between you, Vic and the Feeb. After all, considering the way I got dragged into this, I can't say a word if you want to pull some guy who tried to kill you in as well."
"He didn't try to kill me!" Alex started hotly, then sighed and slumped against the wall. "Sorry, Mac. The way Vic's reacting to Mulder, that reaction's becoming instinctive. But he really did not try to kill me. And that's despite what I did to him. Guess we both always knew there was something between us, whether we wanted to admit it or not." He shook his head. "But I don't want to talk about Mulder. Or how Vic feels about Mulder. Or anything else for that matter. Fuck me, Macky? Remind me that I do belong here? Please." He raised a ravaged face, looking pleadingly at his lover.
Mac frowned, concerned by the obvious affect this whole thing was having on Alex. He knew that Vic was having problems, but now he had to wonder if Victor was aware of how his attitude was hurting Alex.
Shaking his head and smiling slightly, the ex-thief moved closer to Alex, trapping the older man between his body and the wall. "You know I can't say no to you when you look at me like that, my Thing," he murmured, sliding one hand behind Alex's neck and the other around his waist and seducing his mouth with an open-mouthed, tongue-claiming kiss.
His hands tightened, then moved, and Mac began stripping Alex out of his leather jacket and gun holsters, letting the heavy harnesses fall where they may. "You realize we're gonna give her a show in here, don't you?" he asked, knowing the older man's hatred of being on the Director's video feed.
Alex hesitated for a moment, then shrugged. "I honestly don't care right now, Macky. I need you." He curled into Mac's embrace trustingly, his face buried against the younger man's chest. "Why did I ever think this was a good idea?" he half whimpered. "They're gonna kill each other. I don't wanna think about it any more."
"No, they won't," Mac soothed, sliding his hand under Alex's shirt and rubbing his back. "And don't, it'll work out, I know it." He worked Alex's shirt over his arms and head, tossing it aside before pulling his own off as well. Catching the older man's face between his palms, he backed Alex up against the wall again, taking his mouth as he rubbed their bodies together.
Arousal surged through Mac as his cock rubbed against the lengthening bulge in Alex's jeans, and he pulled back enough to grin at his lover. "Brain stop working yet or do I need to take this up a notch?"
Alex moaned, his hands cupping Mac's buttocks to hold him close, and dazed green eyes focused on the younger man. "Oh," he murmured, "feel free to take it up as many notches as you want." He wound his legs around Mac's waist, making the other man support his weight and totally giving up control to him. "I want you," he rasped in Mac's ear, his tongue lightly tracing the ridges.
One of Mac's hands crept down the back of Alex's jeans to tease the top of the valley between his cheeks, and he smirked as Alex's moan reverberated in his ear. Spinning, he sent them both to the mat in a controlled fall, landing with his full weight on the older man. Nipping his way along the line of Alex's jaw, Mac started working his way down the other man's neck, trading bites and licks, taking his time, wanting to feel Alex squirming beneath him.
A fingertip flicked one of the rings in the ex-assassin's nipples, taking care not to move the still-tender piercings too much, then Mac laved his tongue over the tender area, tickling the spots where the gold rings entered Alex's flesh. "Few more weeks and we'll really be able to play with these," he murmured, lifting his gaze to look up into Alex's flushed face, watching his eyes dilate more when he closed his lips around one circle and tugged very lightly.
Alex groaned loudly, his back arching as he tried to press closer to Mac. He couldn't believe how sensitive his nipples were now that they were pierced. He had a feeling that he could come just from nipple play once they were fully healed and Mac started in on him. His hands skimmed shakily over Mac's back, needing to touch him. "So good. Fuck me, Mac, please. I need you right now, Macky." He squirmed restlessly beneath his lover.
Mac smiled around the small bit of metal before flicking his tongue over the tight bud again. He made quick work of getting rid of their pants, then leaned over to grab his gym bag, digging through it to find the lube he knew was in there while still managing to make Alex twist and squirm beneath him.
"Here you go, babe," he murmured, slicking up one finger and pressing it home between the older man's outspread legs. "Just take care of this, and I'll be in there." Unable to resist the luscious treat before him, Mac leaned in and licked at the clear beads of pre-come as he added a second finger.
Alex wailed as Mac continued to arouse him and screwed himself down onto the invading fingers. "Not enough," he moaned, his ass clenching around the digits, his hips thrashing as he searched for more. "Please, need you," he begged, his legs flung wide apart. He screamed while Mac licked at the head of his cock, his tongue delving into the slit in search of more fluid, and his fists clenched in Mac's hair.
Mac popped the ruddy head of Alex's cock into his mouth, sucking hard for a second before pulling back, loving the older man's whine of need. "I'm here,' he promised, reaching for the lube again and pulling his fingers out of Alex's ass long enough to slick himself up.
Holding his erection steady with one hand, he urged Alex's legs up to his shoulders and slowly pressed inward, giving the other man only enough time to get used to his girth before beginning to slam in and out of his lover. Alex wanted not to think, and that was where Mac was planning on taking him - both of them.
Alex wailed his pleasure as Mac took him out of himself, short circuiting his brain until he was nothing more than an animal intent on pleasure. He clung to the other man, writhing wildly beneath him, seeking his pleasure. His eyes fluttered open to fix on Mac's, his arousal clear in his gaze.
His hands moved over Mac's body, the tiny portion of his brain that was still functioning reminding him of his lover's pleasure. His hips rose with every thrust, meeting Mac's motion, and both men were panting, the sweat dripping off them.
"God, so beautiful," Mac gasped, transfixed by the vision of sheer lust and desire beneath him. Alex was wild, and it was all Mac could do to keep from coming at the feel of the older man gyrating beneath him. He worked a hand between them, closing his long fingers around Alex's cock and stroking him firmly, the clenching of the fingers on his back telling him that Alex was getting close too.
"Do it, babe, let go," he rasped, closing his lips on the other man's arched neck and sucking hard, raising a dark bruise and feeling his own climax surge when Alex began to convulse around him.
Alex howled Mac's name, his glazed eyes fixed on his lover's as he came apart, only the thick shaft still pummeling him grounding him. His body arched up into the pleasure, lifting both of them off the mat. For an instant, his shoulders were the only part of him still on the ground as he convulsed, and his fingers clenched on Mac's ass so hard they would leave bruises.
As he slowly relaxed, he could feel Mac coming inside him, the hot spurts of his come bathing Alex's insides, and he moaned his appreciation. Despite his languor, he continued to work his ass muscles, increasing the other man's pleasure, and he watched Mac hungrily, enjoying his uninhibited climax.
"Thank you," he purred, finally lying limp and sated beneath the younger man, with no desire to move any time soon.
The ex-thief rested there for a moment, his head on Alex's shoulder, before slowly pushing up on one elbow and grinning down at the other man. "No thanks necessary, and I'll gladly do it again or have the tables turned any time you want."
He ran his other hand down the older man's side, sighing happily as Alex shifted languorously beneath him before leaning in to tease his lover's lips with his. "Feel like getting cleaned up and getting something to eat? I don't know about you, but I need fortification if we plan on goin