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Spoilers: LeFey's So Inclined series: which can be found at www.squidge.org/terma/Lefey/Lefey.htm
Sequel/Series: This is the final piece to LeFey's "So Inclined" series, and the stories "Warped" and "Connected" that were recently posted.
Description: Closure
Disclaimer: None of these people belong to me, they belong to Alliance/Atlantis, although they like to get out once in awhile and play. Elliot and Section Six belong to LeFey. Scott belongs to me.
Thanks to LeFey for inspiring me yet again! She also did supreme beta.
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'Epilogue' by Nicole S.
12/99
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"Still don’t like me?" Mac asked.
Vic turned his face up towards him.
"I love you, Mac. I figured that out tonight."
Mac looked down at Vic. "I love you, Vic." His words were almost a gasp. "God help me! I love you so."
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The Director wiped a tear from her eye with the corner of her handkerchief, then sniffed and delicately wiped her nose. // I'm getting romantic in my… mature state.// She sniffed again as she watched them settle down beside each other, Mac's head on Vic's chest, long limbs twined around long limbs. She gave a pleased sigh, this is just what she wanted, both of her agents happy, sated and sleeping sound. They looked angelic… // Angels with tarnished halos//.
She watched them in their slumber, both men beautifully nude against the pillows on the bed. She made a mental note to have a painting made of this scene as soon as possible for her collection. She was still watching them sleep when Eliott arrived. He quietly walked over to her desk, and leaned over it to see the men on the monitor.
"They should be out for a while," he said.
The Director swiveled around in her chair, then stood and sat on the edge of her desk. "Yes, you wore them out, congratulations." She leaned forward, "and thank you."
"You're welcome," he grinned. "The assignment was my pleasure. If you have any other agents with the same… problem, give me a call." He was about to step back when the Director grabbed him by the shoulder. She leaned in close and sniffed him before she purred, "My, my, you smell like you enjoyed yourself."
He raised an eyebrow and gave a mischievous smile. "And you smell like…"
She put her finger up to his lips and silenced him. "Now, now, young Eliott, you don't want to say anything that may jeopardize your reward."
"Reward?" he mumbled against her finger.
She moved her hand down to cup his chin and moved in closer, brushing his lips with her own. "Anything you want," she whispered, her long lashes brushing against his cheek.
Eliott licked his lips, which brought his tongue in direct contact with the Director's lips. Neither of them flinched. "Anything?"
"Anything…" she breathed.
He stood there for a second, he could feel the heat radiating off of her body, he could smell her arousal, he could feel her lips barely touching his own, making him want to press them to his own for some strange reason. "I want…"
"Yes…"
"I want…"
The Director brushed her lips across Eliott's again. "Tell me what you want, Eliott."
"I want the other Victor."
The Director pulled away slowly, letting her fingers trail down Eliott's chest from his chin. "There is no other Victor."
"Yes there is." This time, it was he that leaned over the desk, stroking the silk of her dress. "There's another team that looks exactly like Mansfield, Ramsey and Tsai. I want the one who looks just like Vic. I want him as my prize."
She stared at him for a moment before a sly smile crossed her lips, then leaned forward again. She moved in to kiss him, but stopped short and pulled away. "I'll see what I can do." She then eased herself into her chair and put her feet up. "I'll contact you tomorrow," she said curtly, then waved him off.
Eliott stood there for a moment before turning around and rolling his eyes. "Drama Queen," he mumbled before exiting her office.
"I heard that," she said, but he ignored her. She sat there for a second, miffed that he had refused her advances, even if he *was* gay. Section Six employees were not supposed to have a sexual preference, they were supposed to be open to anything and everything.
She thought of pouting, but was soon distracted as Vic and Mac were waking up. Vic was stroking Mac's back and kissing the top of his head, while Mac was kissing the chest under him. Suddenly, Victor smiled and held the other agent tightly in his arms. The Director was sure he was blushing.
"Aaaaah, someone's truly in love." The Director leaned forward in her chair, and turned up the volume.
Mac nuzzled the chest under him then brought his head up to look at Vic. He reached up and stroked his face. "You gave yourself to me." He kissed him. "You let me…" Then broke off before kissing him again.
Vic pulled away for a breath. "No, Mac, you gave yourself to *me*. I've never felt that way before. You focused all of your attention on me, you gave *me* your love."
Both men kissed each other again, tongues sliding into mouths, and hands moving everywhere. Soon, both men were hard again and digging their erections into each other's hips.
Mac broke away and started moving down Vic's chest, kissing and licking the smooth skin before going over to a nipple. Vic stiffened at the action at first, but then melted into Mac's touch.
The Director felt her heart rate increase as she watched the agents kiss and lick each other's bodies. Vic got up on his knees and brought Mac up with him to nibble on his neck. So many times they had been in this position, but had moved stiffly, had been challenging each other. Something had definitely changed; they were now making love to each other.
She caressed her cleavage as she watched Mac gently place Vic down to lie on the bed. Mac moved down the other agent's body with his tongue until he was at his hard cock. She gasped when Mac teased the stiff member; sucking and licking it, lapping up the fluid that leaked from it.
His fingers moved down to Vic's opening, and found his partner receptive to his explorations. Vic moved his legs up so his knees were bent to give Mac easier access. Mac coated two fingers with lube and worked them into Victor, spreading the gel around, opening him up, and making him moan. The Director moaned along with him.
Suddenly, he stopped and looked up at Victor.
"Vic, can I… I want… " Mac was practically begging.
Vic spread his legs wide, "Please, Mac. I need you."
The Director's nipples stiffened and the wetness flowed between her legs as she anticipated what was to happen next. They were like two exotic animals stalking each other, tigers getting ready to mate. Both men's eyes shone with a lustful gleam that sent chills up her spine. Mac reached over to the bedside table.
Her breathing was erratic as she watched Mac stroke himself for a moment before rolling the condom on his hard cock, and covering it liberally with lube. He stroked Vic's face, then positioned himself to enter him.
"Wait… wait… there's something… " Vic gasped. "Just wait, Mac… just wait." He reached over to the bedside table on his side and brought out an object. "Cover your ears, babe," he said before raising his gun and shooting the camera.
The Director jumped at the loud bang, and couldn't believe what just happened. She sat there, quivering, anticipating seeing her beautiful agents moving in tandem, sweaty skin glistening and gliding over each other…
"Shit!"
She picked up the phone, but then hung it up. She smiled down at the now blank monitor, she had seen enough for one night. And she'd get that camera fixed soon enough.
Reaching under her desk, she brought out a bottle of Champagne. She smiled once more before leaving her office, Champagne cradled in the crook of her arm, to visit Section Six.
THE END