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Laissez les bons temps rouler!
Double the Fun I
By Angel and Orithain with a guest appearance by Rina
December 2000
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Toronto - Undisclosed Location Deep in the bowels of the Agency
"Iceland? Why does Vic-tor get to go to New Orleans while Li Ann and I get exiled to Iceland?" Mac wailed to no one in particular as he looked at his new 'assignment', secretly terrified that if he let Vic out of his sight, the cop might . . . change on him.
"_Victor_ is going to accompany me to the annual Directors' meeting because he was a good little boy and obeyed orders, Mac," the Director purred, digging a taloned hand into the ex-thief's shoulder. "Whereas you and Li Ann decided to do things 'your' way and nearly got Victor and the Ambassador killed."
"Hey, we nearly got killed too . . ." he whined half-heartedly, actually feeling incredibly guilty and still suffering from the nightmares of just how close to Vic's head that bullet had imbedded itself in the wall.
"Which is why you're going to Iceland for a three-week refresher course while Victor gets rewarded for being such a good boy. Now don't forget to pack your woolies, children; I hear they're going to take you up to the fjord for some arctic survival courses. And maybe when you two get back from training, you'll know better than to disobey me."
***
A week later Vic sat on the balcony of a private box at the historic Fairgrounds Race Track with a few other Agency 'trophy agents' from various international locales, exchanging small talk over mint juleps while they spent the day betting on the horses.
Inside, all their respective bosses were enjoying brandy and cigars in a very blatant reenactment of an old-fashioned men's club. Figures that the dragon lady would be swilling brandy and puffing on cigars and betting against the boys, he thought with a smirk. Whatever they were talking about, the junior agents were not invited to participate, not that Victor minded. He'd much rather be out in the sun watching the ponies.
Who'd have thought that the Director considered him an ideal agent and wanted to show him off to the other Directors at this very secret and very posh conference, Victor thought with a wry grin. He'd been given an _apartment_, in the French Quarter for chrissake, until the conference's end. He had expense account and got to go to the events that the Agency planned for its Directors and their escorts. Things like a riverboat gambling excursion, a mini Mardi Gras, a Voodoo ceremony, and, of course, today at the races as well as many other activities to pick and choose from.
Vic managed to feel a twinge of sympathy for his partners who were slogging around in the half-frozen wastes of Iceland, but for the most part he was having a blast - even if it did mean dressing up in a monkey suit on occasion. However, it would have been fun if Mac were here; they had actually been getting along better of late now that Li Ann had made it clear that the three of them were only going to be friends and nothing more, that she was over both of her partners.
Shaking his musings off, Vic remembered he was here to look good and have fun. In fact, he was actually having the time of his life, and if he didn't know better, he'd have sworn that the tables and these races and anything else related to gambling were rigged. He was having the most amazing streak of luck.
"Shit, Vic, your horse won again. Undercover Blues, first place. What's your secret, man?" his companion for the day groused.
Vic just smiled at the attractive Nordic blond with muscles and inwardly appraised his companion. Cute - well built, an ass to make the Director salivate, now all he had to do was find out if Thor here swung both ways, and he may have an ideal companion for the duration of the conference.
Vic, though willing to admit he was bi, had until recently been attracted to the opposite sex for the most part. Until, that was, Li Ann had let him down and then Ivy and Gloria had used his heart for target practice. It had made him reevaluate his romantic situation, and he wasn't real impressed with what he had seen. Nope, he thought to himself, no more women for a while. Something nice and easy - no strings attached. Like interests and body parts for him. A good time companion who just wanted sweaty sex and no emotional baggage - in other words, another man.
***
Alex Krycek sat in his car, parked outside an apartment in the French Quarter, remembering the strange conversation he'd had a few days ago in the Smoking Man's office. He'd been enjoying a well-deserved vacation on a remote beach in Australia when he'd gotten a message that the bastard was looking for him. He'd immediately returned to the States. As soon as he'd walked into Spender's office, the cancerstick had ripped into him, demanding to know what the hell he thought he was doing making himself so visible in New Orleans.
Krycek had gaped at him for a moment, then slashed his hand through the air, actually silencing Spender. "What the hell are you talking about? I haven't been anywhere near New Orleans in nearly a decade!"
"Don't lie to me, Alex," Spender had snapped. "I have pictures." And he'd tossed several photographs onto his desk between them, pictures that Alex'd had to admit looked like him and were clearly taken in New Orleans.
He'd shrugged. "I have no idea who that man is, but _I_ have been in Australia for the last six weeks. I came straight here from the airport."
Spender had frowned. Krycek would have every reason to lie about this, but he wouldn't make up a story that could be so easily disproved if he did. So the man in the pictures must not be him. "Find out who he is and take care of him, Alex. We don't want the FBI paying you undue attention just now." He'd turned his attention to some papers on his desk dismissively.
Alex had gritted his teeth, managing to prevent himself from saying anything further. Someday, he'd vowed, pivoting on his heel and walking out.
So now, here he was, lurking outside the apartment where his lookalike, who was going by the name of Victor Mansfield, was staying. He slid lower in the seat as a taxi turned onto the street, pulling up outside the building and disgorging his double and an attractive man in his early thirties. Krycek looked interested when he saw Mansfield's hand on the other man's ass before they headed inside.
"Well, well, well," he murmured. "You might be amusing after all, Mansfield. Once I find out who the hell you are." He waited a few minutes after the two men disappeared inside before following them, easily picking the lock and dealing with the security system, though a little surprised by its advanced nature. He carefully crept through the darkened apartment until he heard the murmur of voices nearby. He settled himself comfortably in a closet where he could hear clearly, intending to wait till Mansfield's visitor left.
***
"How do you put up with her, Vic? I mean she really is a dragon lady. Rumor has it that the Head is grooming her as his replacement," 'Thor' shuddered. "She's gotta be a real barracuda; fuck knows she kept looking at me as if I were lunch."
Vic, who was really not in the mood to talk about his boss, moved sinuously towards his companion. "No, not lunch, or even dinner. I'd say you were a late night feast," the ex-cop growled seductively as he pushed his companion back on the bed. "Did I mention I was starving?" he husked as he began to unbutton the other man's dress shirt, button by button, admiring the firm, toned body, the sparse smattering of blond curls and the rippled stomach. "Fuuuck," he groaned appreciatively, "this is gonna take all night; I just know it is!"
Alex bit back a groan at Mansfield's words. _Great, just fucking great. Superstud there is gonna keep me in this closet all night!_ He considered the odd comments of Mansfield's companion, wondering who the director and head were. It would be something else to ask Mansfield once he got his hands on him. He nearly banged his head on the wall in frustration when the blond himbo started moaning.
"Vic," the other man whispered, his Nordic accent thickening his voice considerably, watching the Canadian with lust-filled eyes, "take all the time you want, I insist." His own hands were frantically at work, stripping off the leather jacket and the dark green dress shirt that did the most outrageous things to Mansfield's eyes. "Leather - I just love the smell of leather don't you?" he teased the younger man, "And the feel - I hear there' s a club on Bourbon Street - nothing but leather - you think we can go before the summit is over?"
Vic growled low in his throat and took that pretty mouth hot and fast. "You talk to much - we'll go tomorrow. Got an outfit that even the Director would salivate for. Not that I'd ever wear it for her," he continued as he took matters into his own hands and deftly peeled his shirt off, tossing it so far it landed in the hallway. His companion's dress pants came off next, complete with boxers and socks in one fell swoop. "Very nice," Vic purred appreciatively, his eyes darkening to green-tinged obsidian.
"Open the night table drawer; there's a bottle of lube inside. Get yourself ready for me. I wanna watch you play with yourself."
***
Alex bit the back of his wrist to stifle his groan. He knew what _he_ looked like in leather, and the thought of Mansfield, wearing nothing but skintight, black leather that looked like it had been painted on... He shifted uncomfortably, his pants suddenly about two sizes too small. He couldn't help picturing Mansfield, hands cuffed together behind his back, on his knees at Alex's feet. He promised himself that he would make that vision a reality. In the meantime, perhaps he should just kill the blond guy and take what he wanted? No, he decided reluctantly, after considering it from all angles. He needed to do this quietly and not leave a body lying around. A sudden increase in the volume of moans from the bedroom pulled him out of his thoughts. _Now_ what?
***
Vic watched with heavy eyes as Thor took a liberal coating of Wet and began to rub it into his exposed pucker. Knowing full well he had an appreciative audience, Thor threw himself into the game, teasing one, then another finger inside himself, making sure to hit his prostate and stimulate the sensitive walls of his opening.
"Another," Vic husked, watching with hungry eyes, his hand rubbing against his still clothed crotch, petting himself through the finely woven fabric.
"No. I want to be tight for you - to feel you slide in hard. I want that little pain, to know I've been claimed. Come, Victor Mansfield. I've always wanted to be fucked by a cop - and I don't care if you're an ex-cop or not - make me live my fantasy."
Vic groaned and his hands began to strip his clothes rapidly, needing desperately to be in the other man. "If I'd known that I'd be meeting you and that was your kink, I would have packed my old dress blues and my regulation cuffs just to make it real," he chuckled painfully. "Now why don't you stop talking and be a good boy and get _me_ ready?"
Thor eagerly clambered to his hands and knees and crawled towards the edge of the bed, taking Vic in his mouth and sucking expertly to make the ex-cop even harder than he already was. Sensing that his partner was nearing the edge of his control, Thor gave one final lick then slid a still lubed hand around his erection quickly, making Vic slick for him.
"Get up," Vic growled, "Against the wall and assume the position." He smiled ferally as he watched the Nord jump to do what he said, heading to the only undecorated wall in the room - the one closest to the open bedroom door.
"You have the right to remain silent," he continued, coming up behind the other man and maneuvering his hands into the typical 'handcuff' position, holding them with one of his to simulate the manacles. A quick thrust and he was slowly sinking into his companion, feeling the exquisitely tight channel cling to him like his own skin. "Any moan you make can and will be used to encourage me. You have the right to get your ass fucked . . ." Vic trailed off playfully as he began to thrust his hips in and out, sinking further and further into his companion's body.
"Vic, Jesus God," Thor moaned piteously, needing to be fucked harder and faster. "You tease me - fuck me!"
A hand cracked out, catching the other man by surprise and making him yelp and jump back, completely impaling himself on Vic's cock. "You're in no position to be giving orders, asshole. Now be a good little boy and let me fuck you raw, and maybe I won't have to haul your ass in for that drug violation," Vic growled out in his best cop voice.
Thor whimpered and ground himself harder against the other man, begging softly for the 'officer' to fuck him.
"Yeah, that's it, squeeze those ass cheeks. Damn, you bend over well; how many offenses has this ass gotten you out of?" Vic asked playfully, nipping hard on the Nord's shoulder, pushing him deeper into the wall and Vic's cock deeper into him.
"Vic, Jesus God, Vic . . . more, harder, there there THERE!" Thor screamed desperately, his come jetting over the wall and his internal muscles dragging Vic along for the ride.
Groaning painfully, Vic slammed his hips, once, twice, and he was inundating his fellow agent with his seed, biting down on the blond's shoulder enough to draw blood in order to prevent his scream.
Alex swore silently, running through every curse in every language he knew. He could tell they'd moved near the doorway because he could hear every word, every moan and cry. Hell, he was willing to swear that he could hear the liquid slide of Mansfield's cock in the other man's ass and their bodies slapping together. His own cock got impossibly harder, and it was a near thing. _Bastard!_ he swore. _You are going to pay for every moment I ache, with interest! You're going to look so good tied over a chair while I ream your ass!_
His attention was drawn back to the bedroom where the men were starting to get noisy again. _No! No fucking way! You cannot be going at it again already. Sonofabitch!_ He bit down viciously on his forearm to muffle his pained groan, ignoring the trickle of blood from the bite.
Vic slid out of his lover and moved them back over to the bed. Laying the blond down on the bed, he proceeded to clean 'Thor's' come off him, lapping at the other man like a cat enjoying a bowl of cream. Thor was most appreciative. Vic's hands moved upwards to begin to tweak at his nipples, twisting them enough to make the blond groan in pleasure, and each turn of flesh caused a corresponding jump in the cock now secured in the ex-cop's mouth.
"Shit, Vic - god damn. Where did you learn to give head? You're better at it than a Section Six agent - and I should know; I _am_ Section Six," Thor groaned happily, carding his fingers through the short dark hair. Vic merely hummed his approval and scraped his teeth lightly along the now turgid flesh, causing Thor to howl loudly.
Alex beat his head against the wall of the closet, fortunately masked by the sound of the howls coming from the bedroom. His entire body was rigid, and they'd been at it less than an hour. If Mansfield really did keep it up all night, he was sure it would kill him. He glared at the closet door as if he could see the damn slut there, desperate to get the other man somewhere where they wouldn't be interrupted. _You're never going to forget me, Mansfield, I guarantee it!_
Vic finally let up on the other man with a last lollipop lick then turned and grabbed the bottle of lube. Squirting a copious amount into his hand, he slicked Thor's cock up nice and wet. Crawling up his supine lover's body, Vic straddled the other agent's waist, so that he was on hands and knees over him. Taking the lubricated hand, he reached back and oiled his own anus and held it steady as he lowered himself to a sitting position, impaling himself on Thor's prick with a happy groan.
"Fuck, I've missed this," he moaned as he began to bob up and down on the stiff cock, teasing first his nipples then Thor's.
"Missed what, handsome?" came the breathless query.
"Getting fucked - feeling a cock slide in and out my ass. Fuck!" he shrilled, as the blunt edge of Thor's erection danced across his prostate.
"Like that, did you?" the blond chuckled, increasing the tempo of his thrusts. "Used to being a top, Vic?"
"Nah - used to women - haven't been with a guy since I was on the force," the dark-haired man moaned, bouncing harder on the cock, one hand sliding down to milk his own weeping shaft.
"Jesus fuck!" Vic wailed as his orgasm caught him unaware, sending his come splashing across Thor's chest and catching him on the chin. His tight channel constricted even more and forced the other man's second orgasm of the night as Victor collapsed bonelessly on top of him.
"God damm I missed this!" he chuckled after long moments of ragged breathing.
Listening to Mansfield, Alex whimpered. The vocal ex-cop was driving him insane. Thanks to his talking, Alex could picture every instant, could almost feel that big blond in his own ass. When Mansfield wailed his pleasure, it was too much for Alex, and he came in his pants. Moments later, panting quietly, Alex glared down at his lap. "Sonofabitch," he hissed almost silently. "You're gonna pay for that, Mansfield." He carefully stood up, snagging a scarf off the shelf and cleaning himself up as much as he could, careful not to let any of his come drip onto the floor. He stuffed the soiled scarf into his jacket pocket with a grimace. _Come on, Mansfield, lose the blond bruiser_ he urged. _You have to be done now._
Relaxing on top of the warm body, Vic purred like a contented cat, making the man under him laugh as he felt the vibrations. "Dragon lady's got herself a sexy tomcat it seems. You sound like a pretty kitty, Vic," he teased softly, running his hands idly over the warm body blanketing him. "My turn to have a taste," he continued, rolling them over and beginning to lap the Canadian clean to a chorus of the other man's guttural moans of bliss.
Neither man heard the shrill ringing of the telephone due to their narrowed focus on reality. It wasn't until a menacingly familiar purr resounded through the room that their attentions were diverted.
"Lars, be a good boy and stop licking Victor; he's going to need his beauty sleep tonight since I'll be needing him in the morning. Now how about you trot home to your Director and let my rather athletic tomcat get some sleep. Victor, I expect to see you bright and early in the morning - I need a pummel horse - and I'll even let you toss me around as long as you show me the counter moves. Even without Mac and Li Ann to spar with, I want you to keep in top form. You know how GAC can throw anything our way. Night, boys - nice show by the way. And Victor - what a naughty detective you must have been!"
Vic groaned and glared at the ceiling. "Even down here she manages to bug my apartment. That woman is incredible!" he snarled. "Sorry about this, handsome. The leather club tomorrow, right?" he sighed with a hot, tonsil swabbing kiss.
"You'd better believe it. I can't wait to see you in your outfit; I even brought my collar along just in case," Lars grinned down at his new lover. Standing, he dressed quickly and sloppily. Throwing his jacket over his shoulder, he lovingly tucked the sheet over Vic and kissed his forehead. "Sleep well, darling; see you tomorrow."
***
_Finally!_ Alex exulted, momentarily taken aback by the sound of the woman's voice. He'd have to make sure he bypassed the video cameras again when he wanted to get out of this closet.
He waited until he heard the blond leave, then waited another half-hour to give his prey time to sink into a deep sleep. He punched in a code on the device in his pocket, setting the video cameras into a feedback loop again, then slowly eased the closet door open. He silently crept into the bedroom that reeked of sex, feeling himself harden again at that smell. He gazed down at Mansfield for a long moment. He really did look like him. He jabbed a hypodermic into the man's ass, covering his mouth to muffle the startled yell as he did. He restrained Mansfield for the few moments until the sedative took effect, then unable to resist, took a quick lick at the quiescent cock, tasting Mansfield and his now absent lover.
He chuckled to himself, braced himself, and heaved the man over his shoulder in a fireman's lift, staggering slightly. He carried his unconscious burden to the door, his hand running over the firm ass.
"We're going to have such fun together, Victor Mansfield." He carried Vic out to his car, unseen by any witnesses, returned the surveillance system in the apartment to normal, and drove to the old mansion he'd inherited from his mother.
Once inside, he brought Vic into his playroom, dropped him on the bed, and put his wrists into the manacles hanging from the headboard.
"Now I just have to wait for you to wake up."
***
Vic shivered as the cool air caused his flesh to react in an uncooperative manner. Fuck - how'd it get so cold? He hadn't turned the air conditioner on last night. Grumbling sleepily at the inconvenience, he reached down to snag a blanket. Except his hands wouldn't move. The rattling of chains and the feel of manacles brought him from drowsy annoyance to wide-awake alarm in seconds.
"What the fuck?"
"Good morning," Alex purred, watching his new acquisition assessingly. "I have a few questions for you, Victor, and I thought we might as well become better acquainted." He moved further into the room, where Victor could see him, and he watched the expression on the other man's face as he registered Alex's appearance.
"Jesus," Vic breathed as the other man's appearance finally sunk in. Short, cropped brown hair, glittering green eyes, an impudently cute nose, full lips and a stubborn chin. The clothing was different - the . . . man seemed to prefer silk and linen over cotton and denim, but there was no mistaking that face. He saw it every morning in the mirror.
"Who the fuck are you? I wouldn't recommend trying to impersonate me - ever. My co-workers are too good at what they do to be fooled by a good plastic surgeon," he spat, his own eyes narrowing as his training kicked in, and he began to assess his situation - from his lack of apparel to location and the room itself. Oh sweet god, what kind of a room was he in?
Alex chuckled, amused by the man's reaction. He could see every thought flit across that open face. Good thing he didn't have that habit. "Hate to rain on your parade, sunshine, but I was born with this face. For that matter, according to your file, I'm actually a couple months older than you are. I'd rather like to hear your explanation, personally."
He noticed Mansfield's horrified appraisal of the room and grinned. "Like my playroom, pet?" _Lord, I'm making myself sick with smarmy bullshit, but it's scaring the hell out of him, so what the hell._ "I'm really looking forward to playing with you, sweetness."
"I'd say bite me, asshole, but I wouldn't trust you to have all your rabies shots," Vic shot back, his chin coming out belligerently. If the stupid fuck thought he was gonna be intimidated by a bunch of sex toys, he could guess again; he'd seen scarier shit in Vice. "And I've seen better. You should go to the dungeon of the Caligula in Toronto sometime; oh wait, it's by invitation of a member only, and I'm not really in the mood to invite you," he continued in a blase voice.
Alex reassessed the man on the bed. "Oh good," he said, dropping the act. "Looks like this might be fun after all." He stared at Vic with the dead eyes of an assassin, nothing but cold appraisal showing in them, no longer bothering to pretend to be one of those who played at dominance games.
"Tell me about these too-good co-workers of yours, Mansfield. And tell me who made you look like me and sent you here."
"No one made me look like you, Spanky," Vic barked back. "Take a close look if you want - no scars, no cosmetic surgery. Fuck, my face was plastered over the news enough five years ago to make it pretty obvious, in Canada at least. And then there's the fact that it's actually _mine_. And as for my co-workers - fuck you, not a chance in hell!" he snarled menacingly.
If this stupid shit thought that glare would terrify him into talking, he'd obviously never met the Director or Dobrinsky or the Tang Godfather. Speaking of - where the hell were Mac and Li Ann when you needed them? Even Jackie would do right now.
"So why don't you do us both a favor and cut the cold blooded killer act; I've seen better acting in a cheesy B movie."
Alex laughed softly. "It's almost a shame I'm going to have to kill you," he said conversationally, not making any attempt to frighten the man. "You interest me. But such is life. The last thing I need is you here in New Orleans drawing unwanted attention." He shrugged.
"But you'll tell me what I need to know first, and I will have you," he grinned suddenly. "After listening to you last night, I definitely intend to find out what made the blond hunk so happy. I won't even need to drug you, you're such a slut." He turned toward the door.
"I'll be back with some food and water for you in a few minutes."
The minute his other self was out the door, Vic was turned around, his feet braced on the headboard, the chains clutched in his hands as he pushed on either side of the chain, determined to get loose. After Mac had told him about 'sweet spots', Vic had the ex-thief teach him how to identify sweet spots in almost every substance known to man, including wood and metal.
An audible crack heralded the wood giving way, and Vic was off the bed and at the door, his chains making a good garrote. Fuck this dying shit - he was getting out of here and having the Director bring the Agency down on this asshole, whoever he was.
Alex leaned on the wall opposite the doorway, gun in hand, grinning at Victor as he skidded to a stop at the sight of him. "Definitely interesting." He straightened up, the gun never wavering from Vic's heart. "Back inside, twin. Unless you'd rather I just kill you here? While I'd rather stick to my original plan, it's not really necessary. Eliminating you solves my problems quite nicely." He regarded Mansfield quizzically. "You decide."
"You're making the biggest mistake of you life, asshole; my boss doesn't take too kindly to her people disappearing. In fact she's been known to get . . . unpleasant," Vic replied with a shrug of his shoulders. Turning, he stepped back inside the playroom, making sure he was out of reach - for what's his nuts anyway. It paid to have partners who were experts in martial arts; you picked up stuff - and fast.
"Either way - it'll be your funeral, not mine. If my employer is unpleasant, her boss is downright nasty. The food chain and all that."
Alex laughed harshly, the most honest sound he'd made since Mansfield woke up. "Don't waste your breath, amateur. People, include secret organizations, have been trying to kill me for years. But I'm still here and many of them are not."
He sighed. "I _am_ sorry you got caught up in this. It's nothing to do with you at all. You just have the incredible misfortune to look like me. Zhal." He shrugged. "But I really can't afford to have attention drawn to this city, looking for me. And you really wouldn't like to meet most of the people who are after me." He chuckled. "Well, you might like Mulder, but that's another issue."
He shook his head, amused, as he watched Vic so obviously prepare to attack him. "You're wasting your time, you know. Why not be a good little cop and just go over to the wall?" He indicated a set of manacles set into concrete with a nod of his head.
"Who the fuck said I was _still_ a cop? And if you're still breathing, it's because you've never had the Agency after you. That's about to change, however. Pissing off the only multi-national 'secret organization' was probably your most amateur mistake yet," Vic laughed deprecatingly.
"And you want me chained, come and get me," Vic replied, shifting his weight to the balls of his feet imperceptibly and widening his stance.
Alex burst into laughter, still keeping the gun pointed at Vic. "The only multi-national, secret agency, huh? That would have to be the Agency." He snorted. "Damn silly name. Most of them are buffoons, but the Canadian director is pretty good. Ah, _that's_ where I heard that voice before. You work for her."
He grinned at the other man. "Well, that means you ought to be well enough trained to at least make this interesting. If you weren't so damn cute, I'd just shoot you in the leg and be done with it. But I guess this gives a whole new meaning to narcissism." He snickered, suddenly made the gun disappear, grabbed a stick off a table to foul the chains Mansfield still had attached to his wrists, and moved toward the other man.
Vic eyed his opponent cautiously. The son-of-a-bitch knew the Director - _his_ Director and _his_ Agency. This could be bad. Thank god Mac was as serious a teacher as he was a total goof to work with. Vic was pretty sure he could hold his own. He just hoped like hell that the Dragon lady had already called out the cavalry; he was gonna need it.
"Whatever, Spanky. Anyone ever tell you you talk too much?"
Alex shrugged. "Whatever. I should introduce you to Mulder. Spanky is something _he_ would call me. What did I do to deserve _two_ save-the-world types in one lifetime?"
He lunged suddenly, faster than Victor could ever have anticipated, winding up behind the man. He held Vic in an unbreakable grip, a breath away from breaking his neck. "Decide, Agency man. Live or die."
Vic's life did the proverbial flash before his eyes thing. Death was something he faced every day working for the Director, but no one had warned him he'd be killed by himself. If his throat weren't so constricted, he'd laugh at the irony. His only regret - hell who was he kidding, he had a million - was that he wasn't able to say goodbye to Alice or tell Mac and Li Ann how he really felt about his 'family'. Not that there was ever any question of his answer. No way he'd betray his family.
"Die."
Alex sighed. "Unbelievable. There had to be subliminal messages in Leave It to Beaver or something. However, it doesn't really matter. I lied." He dragged Vic over to the manacles, somehow managing to get the man into them without getting either of them killed. That done, he retrieved the key to the original pair and removed them from Vic's arms.
"You're becoming more interesting by the moment, Mansfield. I think I need to find out more about you, and I know just how to do it, now that I know where you work." He smiled at the bound man, moving over to one wall and pressing a button that slid back a panel to expose a computer set up. He sat down, his attention fixed on what he was doing.
"Son of a . . ." Vic growled uselessly, flexing against the chains to test their weight. "You're dead, fuck-up," he glared at the other man. So Mr. Hardcore assassin thought Vic was a boyscout - good. Very few people - namely the Director and Dobrinsky - knew what he'd really been like in Vice and Narc. His partners had only gotten the sanitized version, Mr. Clean Mansfield, he who could do no wrong. He'd managed to get his do-gooding attitude back after long and hard soul searching, but not before he'd gotten dirty - really dirty.
"I may be interesting, but this is a fucking waste of my time. Kill me and get it over with. Anything's better than putting up with your half-assed attempts at intelligent conversation. Even my partner sounds more intelligent than you - and that's a fucking miracle."
Alex turned around, grinning at him. "You grow more entertaining by the minute, vice cop." He saw the shock on the other man's face and nodded. "That's right, my friend, I have access to your police files and your Agency files. Interesting reading, I must say.
"And I must admit that it's a relief to find out that someone who looks like me is _not_ some lunatic do-gooder. You have possibilities," he mused, considering the advantages of appearing to be in two places at once.
"Only if I cooperate. And what makes you think I will?" Vic asked, his eyes hooded and for once not revealing anything, even as his mind spun at light speed. He needed to get away from this dickwad - and now.
Alex grinned. "Because you don't have quite as big a martyr complex as you would like me to believe. And because I'm very good."
He stood up and sauntered across the room to the naked man chained to his wall. He smirked at Vic as he slowly trailed a finger down his chest, coming to a halt at his navel. "We're both going to enjoy this," he said huskily, sinking to his knees and nuzzling at Vic's soft cock.
His tongue flicked lightly over the head, teasing so softly Vic couldn't be sure he'd really felt anything. Alex did that several times until Vic's cock was stirring despite his shouts of rage. "Like I said, we're _both_ going to have fun, lover." He took the entire cock into his mouth, feeling it slowly grow on his tongue, not licking or sucking yet, only allowing the heat of his mouth to arouse the other man.
When the head of Vic's cock nudged the back of his throat, he released it, congratulating himself on having chained Vic's ankles earlier as well. He lowered his head between the widespread thighs, licking the sensitive area behind the balls, then flicking his tongue over the tense ring of muscle.
"Still think I can't get you to cooperate?"
"You think raping me is gonna make me cooperate, asshole? Fuck, next you're gonna be telling me there really are little green men," Vic snarled, trying to wrench his body away, biting his lip 'til blood flowed, hoping the pain would keep him distracted. "And you called me a slut? You're the one who's very fucking good - so go fuck someone who wants it and leave me alone!"
Alex looked up at him, an odd expression on his face. "The little ones are grey. The shapeshifters are the ones with the green blood. But the ones you really need to watch out for are the oileans. They..." he shuddered, unable to continue.
"Count your blessings it was the Agency that found you and not the Consortium. You wouldn't like my world very much, cop." Alex remained motionless, lost in unpleasant memories for an instant, then focused on Vic again.
"Sorry, lover, you're the one I want." He took the hard cock into his mouth again, sucking lightly this time until Mansfield's hips moved involuntarily. Alex took it, letting the cock slide farther into his throat until Vic's balls were pressed against his lips. He swallowed, letting Vic feel his throat muscles, doing nothing more, waiting till Vic moved on his own, no matter how unwillingly.
"Christ, you're crazier than Muckle - green blood, oileans, grey . . JESUS fucking christ!" Vic whined as he was swallowed whole, and he felt his cock being massaged by a gifted throat. And Lars thought he gave good head?!? Fuck, the son of a bitch was trying to kill him.
"Jesus god damn," Vic swore, feeling his control shred to nothing, and his hips finally gave in and thrust forwards, needing more of the tight heat that was milking his aching erection.
As soon as Vic moved, Alex relaxed his throat even more, letting the other man fuck his mouth. His tongue lashed the length of the shaft, teasing sensitive flesh, and one hand moved between Vic's legs to cup his balls. He rolled the velvety sac in his palm, his thumb gently rubbing, and his other hand slid over the firm buttocks, one finger lightly circling Vic's entrance. He pushed the tip inside, waiting to see how Vic would react.
Vic was being sucked into the insidious pleasure racing through him. He was losing the struggle rapidly. It felt so good though, and whoever the hell this was, he had the most wickedly amazing mouth Vic had ever experienced. Christ, Vic was being driven out of his mind, nothing had ever felt this good - not with any of his partners up until now. Sweet god . . .
Then the finger penetrated his still somewhat stretched anus, and it was like someone had set off a thermal charge. It went to his head and to his cock, which was already being stimulated along with his balls. Too much - it was all too much; with a short, harsh cry, Vic came, his seed flooding his other self's mouth helplessly.
Alex drank Victor's semen greedily, loving the sharp taste, wishing he could share it with the other man but knowing that he'd be foolish to get anywhere near Vic's teeth. He pulled back slightly and continued to suck until the last pulses were done and Vic was whimpering faintly at the stimulation of his over-sensitized flesh. He licked the Canadian clean of the last drops of his come and sat back on his heels to scrutinize the pleasure-relaxed form.
He couldn't wait any longer, and he started to jerk himself off, hoping Vic would watch him.
Vic's tried to look away, honestly he did, but there was just something so primal about this other self kneeling before him, pleasuring himself. Maybe they were both narcissistic because Vic could feel himself harden again, even though his mind tried to rebel. Fuck, was this how he looked when he stroked himself - eyes a smoky jade, lips wet and lush and bitten, body taut and neck arched. How could Victor look away?
"Who _are_ you?" he croaked out, desperate, confused, angry and aroused at this nameless person who'd sucked him off with more expertise than any Section Six operative and who seemed to know all his dirty little secrets. Who was intent on shattering Victor's hard fought respectability and turning him into this stranger's personal play toy.
Alex stared up at him, jade eyes unfocused, not really registering the question past the pleasure that was racing through his veins. He gasped as he came, his seed coating his hand and belly and Vic's lower legs, his teeth catching his lower lip as his body convulsed.
When he'd calmed, he shifted closer to Vic again, running his tongue along his leg, licking away his semen. After the first lap, he looked up at Vic again. "I'm Alex Krycek," he finally responded, immediately returning his attention to the sensual tongue bath he was giving the other man. Once he'd cleaned Vic, he sat back on his haunches again, eyeing the renewed erection.
"This time you _do_ get to choose, because either way is going to be fun for me. Do you want me to suck you off again, or do you prefer a cockring?" he asked sweetly.
"I prefer you let me go so I can get my Director and get the hell out of New Orleans and never have to see you again," Vic growled. He knew full well that he'd never be able to look at his face in the mirror and not remember this succubus of a human who had such power over Victor that it terrified him.
"I prefer to have never met you - to be able to wake up with my illusions intact. To have gone and let the bitch take a few good shots and then proceed to flatten her in the name of staying sharp then spending the day with Lars and heading to a leather club. Screw that. I wish I hadn't obeyed orders, and I'd be in Iceland now instead of here with my double," Vic snarled, trying to fight the inevitable softening he always felt after sex, the mushy, cuddly need that had driven Li Ann away.
Alex blinked in surprise, a little startled at this sudden outpouring of information. "Unfortunately, beautiful," he had to grin slightly at that, but regardless of resemblance, Victor _was_ beautiful, "that's not an option. I'd like to find a way not to have to kill you, but you're not making it any easier.
"If we're trading secrets, I'd like never to have betrayed a man I think I could have loved. I'd like to have stayed in the FBI and made a career and a life for myself. I'd like not to be spying on so many people at so many levels, conspiracies within conspiracies, that some days I can't even remember what country I'm in.
"But I'm not going to get any of that, and unfortunately, you can't go back either. My employer, or someone who _thinks_ he's my employer, is aware of your existence and sent me to kill you. I can't just let you go." He stroked Vic's leg almost unconsciously, still kneeling at the other man's feet.
The words finally sank in, their meaning clear. Vic was gonna die. "Can I at least call my sister and tell her I love her?" he asked, his voice gone husky with unshed tears. "I wouldn't do anything to let her know - I just want the chance, you know - to make peace with my family somehow," Vic asked in a choked voice.
Alex rose to his feet, placing a hand tentatively on Vic's shoulder. "I promise you, if it comes to that, I'll let you make that call. I swear on my mother's soul."
He stared into overly bright green eyes. "Help me find a way to avoid it. Help me save your life, Victor. I'm tired of killing." Incredible weariness shone in his eyes.
"How?" Vic asked, furious at being a pawn, being forced into this situation by a freak of birth. "Play your game? Work with you and these assholes who want me dead? Lie, steal, murder in cold blood? Sell my soul, betray my friends, family and country - turn my back on my family? How the fuck am I supposed to help you Krycek when the only thing that even made me a target was the fact that we happen to have the same face!"
Alex flinched away, his hand dropping from Victor's shoulder and his usual expressionless mask falling over his face.
"Sorry, my mistake. What number would you like me to dial?" he asked coldly, pulling out a cell phone.
Vic's head dropped, and his body sagged. He was trapped - even more trapped than he had been when he'd been set up by his fellow cops. "Never mind, it doesn't matter. Just get it over with. You win, Krycek, you and your boss win. Whatever."
"You dumb fuck!" Alex suddenly roared, hitting Vic across the face with the cell phone, fortunately not breaking anything. "What is so fucking important about a goddamn government _agency_ that you would give up your life without a fight? I was wrong. We are _nothing_ alike. You're just another sheep!"
Vic stood there stunned for a second, then an unholy green light gleamed in his eyes. "Maybe," he hissed, a deadly sibilant sound, "maybe it's the fact that I don't have to bend over every time my boss tells me to - maybe it's because we don't murder women and children and old men who can't defend themselves. Tell me, does it feel good, Mr. Assassin with an attitude? Killing someone who could very well be guilty of, god forbid, having someone else's face and no other reason than that.
"You're right, Krycek; we're nothing alike. You use everything as a weapon - words, your fucking phone, sex. Your whole life is control and who can you screw before you get screwed. Well, thanks but no thanks, asshole. Count me out of that glamorous life," Vic ended on a roar.
Alex winced, shrinking away from Vic's angry words, every one striking like a barb. He smiled crookedly, an odd expression in murky green eyes. "You're right, of course."
He pressed a key into Vic's hand, still with a strange, fey look, then turned away, ignoring Victor as he fumbled free of the manacles. Alex dropped a piece of paper on the table, moving restlessly.
"That gives you the passwords to my computer files and access to my bank accounts. Be careful. Avoid a man named C.G.B. Spender; you'll need the Agency's help against him. Stay away from an FBI agent named Fox Mulder too. He'll never believe you're not me."
Alex laughed humorlessly. "We can't both live, you know." He cocked the gun and raised it to his head.
"No!" Vic screamed, managing to get across the room and knock the gun away before the bullet discharged into the wall. "You dumb stupid fuck!" he continued to bellow, terrified beyond belief without really knowing why.
"Why does either of us have to die? Is that your solution for everything? I mean did this Spender come out and tell you to kill me, or did he just tell you to take care of me? Does that mean kill me? Jesus Christ, you arrogant fucking son of a . . " Vic's lips were devouring his 'twin's' before he finished speaking, terror giving him an adrenaline rush and a more than substantial hard on. He felt consumed - needed to merge with this arrogant, deadly version of himself. "God help me, I want you," he groaned, biting hard enough on Alex's lip to draw blood.
Alex shook, not sure why he was still alive. He'd been ready to die, meant to die, but this man had stopped him. This man whom he'd intended to kill.
"I don't understand you," he whispered in confusion, gasping when Vic's mouth covered his, claiming him, forcing him to live. His eyes sparked when Vic drew his blood, and Alex twisted, pushing Vic against the wall.
"And you're going to have me," he growled. "I need to be inside you, Victor." He savaged Vic's throat, marking him, bodies writhing together until Alex pulled away and yanked Vic over to the bed. He pushed the Canadian flat, grabbing a container of lube and hastily applying it to his cock, then positioning Vic's legs over his shoulders and pushing inside him.
He groaned harshly. "So fucking good, babe."
"Jesus, Alex!" Vic screamed as he felt himself penetrated with no preparation. It felt so fucking good - he felt . . . owned. The pain was transient; the pleasure branded his soul. "Fuck me, Alex, oh god - please fuck me!" he wailed, thrashing on the bed, trying to impale himself even deeper on the thick root buried inside him. "God damn you, fuck me!"
Alex groaned, staring at... himself. It was incredibly erotic to fuck Vic, to see what his partners had always seen in him. He rammed deeper into him, wanting more, fighting go even deeper, snarling his frustration. "Not enough!"
He pulled out, ignoring Vic's wail of denial, and flipped the other man over, yanking him up onto all fours and shoving inside him again. They both screamed as Alex sank into him to the root, hitting Vic's prostate. He repeated the movement, his hips slamming back and forth, and his hand went around to pump Vic's cock. "Come for me, damn you!"
Vic's brain had lost the battle the moment Alex raised that gun, and now his body was crying defeat too. How the hell had he become so owned so fast? Why the fuck was he thinking of this now?
Slamming his body first back against the assassin then into his fist, Vic worked himself and Alex into a frenzy of sensation. He expanded and contracted his ass muscles, making good use of all those katas and shit - but not in the way they were originally intended. If he was gonna come, he was taking Alex with him.
Pushing up so that he was kneeling over Alex's lap, more deeply impaled than ever before, he turned his head and bit the other man's shoulder just as his own orgasm crashed through him, drawing Alex's blood yet again. "Alex!" Vic screamed as he came - then the world went hazy, and then he blacked out from the unbelievable, overwhelming lust that crashed through him.
The fantastic feeling of Vic's body squeezing him and the erotic pain of his bite pushed Alex over the edge, and he exploded with incredible force, crying out Vic's name. He grabbed his lookalike's hips, wrenching him down at the same moment he drove deep inside him. The ecstasy washed through him, taking him beyond anything he'd ever felt before, almost making him black out.
His arms wrapped tightly around Vic's waist, holding the ex-cop to him, and he waited for Vic to regain his senses.
Vic came to a few moments later, a lazy smile on his mobile lips as he felt strong arms holding him. "If this is what you meant by helping you, earlier, this I think I could live with," he laughed, pressing a kiss to the back of one of Alex's hands. "We'll find a way to make this work - we have to," he mumbled, rolling in the embrace until he could bury his face in the crook of Alex's neck. "I don't think I could give you up now - even if the Dragon lady stormed the gates in one of her rescues."
Alex sighed. "I really don't want to go head to head with that woman, but I don't see how I can avoid it. As long as she doesn't see your body," his arms tightened protectively around Vic, "she's not going to stop looking for you."
He sighed. "She's not likely to find us here, but we have to leave this house eventually. And then there's the problem of the various people and agencies who are trying to kill me. Are you sure you want to do this?" Once again his arms tightened, as if to prevent Vic from escaping.
"Alex. . ." Vic hesitantly brushed his hand over the other man's face - his face. "You're my . . . other half. The dark to my light and all that corny shit. I . . . never knew what I needed until I needed you. You're a prick, an arrogant bastard and more than a little terrifying - but I _need_ you," the ex-cop declared softly.
"You ever try to leave this Consortium of yours?" he asked softly.
Alex shrugged. "Several times. I've even succeeded a few times, but I always find myself back inside. I managed to shed my ties to the FBI, Russian intelligence and a few others, but this group just sticks to me like a burr." He sighed heavily.
"I'll find a way though, I swear. I won't let them hurt _you_, Vic. In a lot of ways, you're what I sometimes wish I could be." He chuckled throatily. "And frankly, I'd never make it. I'd get bored with living by the rules within a week and god knows what I'd do. You sure you know what you're getting yourself into?"
Vic smiled slowly, watching the other man, assessing his words. "Yeah, I think I do. However, I think I'd prefer you getting into me. As for boredom, trust me, it ain't gonna happen, not with the Director, Dobrinsky, Mac, Li Ann, Jackie, the Cleaners and . . . Nathan - oh god, don't even want to go there," the ex-cop shuddered in horror.
"She'll probably try to recruit you - after she tries to kill you," he continued as he traced idle patterns over Alex's almost completely smooth chest and arms. "You feel so good, like velvet," Vic continued, distracted as he raised his head to kiss and lick the join of collarbone and neck. "You taste and smell better though."
Alex shook his head, smiling slightly. "Fuck, Vic, I work alone. Who the hell are all those people? On second thought, never mind. Let's talk about me getting into you." He smirked. "How do you want me? Hard and fast again, or long and slow, till you scream for more, and longer still?"
Vic whimpered, his eyes closing as the mental images assaulted him. He wondered what they looked like together, wondered if he could talk Alex into filming them, and moaned slightly at the thought of Alex fucking him long and slow, making him scream, being caught on tape.
"Alex," he whispered, his head arching upwards for a kiss. "Please - anything you want, any way you want."
Alex smirked, knowing the other man had forgotten just where they were, how many _toys_ he had lying around. "Okay, baby, I'm gonna make you crazy. Come 'ere," he said, tugging Vic over to stand in front of a mirror and fitting himself to his back. "Look at us, Vic; watch me touch you, and watch how you react. Show me what you feel, baby."
Vic looked at Alex and saw himself, yet someone who wasn't. A darkling succubus sent to tempt him and lead him astray. He watched hands, almost but not quite like his own, drift over his body, and his head fell back against a firmly muscled shoulder as his body sank into the hard one behind him. "Fuck. This is . . . unbelievable," he whimpered, watching Alex closely, as his own cock got harder and harder.
"Yeah, that's it, show me, Vic," Alex whispered in his ear, teeth nipping at a velvety lobe, then his tongue tenderly soothed the tiny ache. He traced every whorl with the tip of his tongue, loving Vic's sounds of pleasure. Meanwhile his hands slowly crept up from the ticklish navel to Vic's chest, lingering teasingly just below his nipples.
"God damn you, Alex - stop teasing. Touch me!" the ex-cop growled softly, needing stimulation, to feel his doppelganger's hands on his body again, touching and arousing him to oblivion. "Please, Alex, I ache. It hurts. It's never hurt before, not with anyone else. God, what's happening to me?" Vic's head tossed restlessly on Alex's shoulder until he turned sharply and bit the older man enough to draw blood, lapping at its metallic flavor with relish.
Alex hissed. "Hurts so good, doesn't it, lover? Makes you want more and more. I'm gonna give it to you, too. Make you feel so good you scream, then beg for more."
He gripped Vic's shoulders tightly, shifting him so he was standing on his own. "Play with yourself, Vic. Make yourself hard for me. I want to watch you. Watch yourself in the mirror, babe. See how beautiful you are." He whispered hotly in Vic's ear, distracting him, then slowly stepped back until he could reach a nearby table, where he picked something up before moving close to Vic again.
Vic's eyes became hooded, and his hands began to ghost across his well-toned frame, looking at himself with new eyes, Alex's eyes. Hands drifted up to dusky, rose-colored nipples, hard and aching from his arousal. Brushing his thumbs over them once, twice, he moaned at the sharp tugs of need. Taking the distended nubs between his fingers, he squeezed, lightly first and then harder and harder until it became darkling pleasure. The gasp that burst from his throat caught him unawares and made him come back to himself.
Hands drifted down across washboard abs, fingers tracing and delineating each separate muscle group, and he shivered slightly from the ticklish sensations. Moaning, Vic let his fingers card through the curls that met his belly, petting himself and watching his cock elongate and fill out even more. Finally he allowed his fingers to trace up his shaft to its crown, gathering the pearl of pre-cum there and bringing his finger to his mouth to suckle it, his eyes returning to the mirror to meet Alex's, now gone black with desire.
Alex moaned softly, aching as he watched Vic pleasure himself. His lips parted as he watched in the mirror, and Vic's finger caught another drop of pre-cum and raised it to Alex's mouth this time. Both men watched the pink tongue flick out and lap the fluid from the offered finger, then Alex moved in front of Vic, dropping to his knees as Vic automatically spread his legs wider.
"So responsive," Alex husked, petting the turgid cock. "I'm gonna show you just how much you can feel." He shifted position slightly to the side so Vic could watch his hands in the mirror as they fastened a cockring snugly around his cock and balls. Alex petted him again when he was done. "So pretty in black leather." He licked the head teasingly.
"Now, baby, now I can play with you till we both go insane, then start all over, and you won't come. Not till I let you, which won't be for a long, long time. I'm gonna teach you what your body is capable of," he promised huskily, a finger lightly stroking the valley between Vic's ass cheeks.
Vic whimpered softly, his fingers carding through his lover's short, dark hair then clenching tighter as he felt his still sensitive anus being played with. "Alex," he whined quietly, looking at how red and engorged his cock looked with the black leather ring. "Oh god, you're still trying to kill me -- this time by frustration."
His head falling back, Vic lost sight of himself in the mirror, Alex kneeling in front of him. That image alone made his cock throb even more painfully against the ring. His knees felt weak, and he had to latch on to the Consortium agent's shoulders to keep himself steady. "Please, Alex, Jesus god . . . please!" he begged shamelessly, not actually knowing what he was begging for.
"Oh, you're not gonna die, beautiful," Alex promised. He lapped delicately at the restrained cock, tongue gliding over the sensitive head, then flicking at the ridge below. He allowed his teeth to scrape lightly along the shaft, smiling evilly at Vic's strangled scream, then he sucked the heavy sac into his mouth, tracing the leather strapping with the tip of his tongue.
"Having fun yet?" he asked minutes later when he finally released his wailing lover from his mouth.
Vic's head tossed back and forth restlessly as his tongue darted out time and again to wet parched lips in between his screams and whimpers of need. "Alex," he chanted over and over, his fingers clutching convulsively around the older man's head as he was driven slowly insane. By the time Krycek pulled away to teasingly ask him if he were having fun, Vic was ready to climb the walls. Unfortunately his knees had other plans, and he slowly buckled, his legs finally giving way to the torturous bliss and causing him to slip to the floor in a boneless puddle of whimpering need.
"Alex - damn you, please!" he growled softly, pulling the older man on top of him and devouring the lush pink lips with fervor.
Alex grinned wickedly. "If you insist, babe." He stood up, pulling Vic to his feet at the same time, and led his staggering lover over to the wall-mounted manacles where he'd been restrained earlier. This time, Alex turned him to face the wall before fastening the cuffs around his wrists.
Alex admired the long, lean lines of him for an instant before sinking to his knees, his tongue flicking out across Vic's quivering hole unexpectedly. He teased for long minutes before finally pushing his tongue inside Vic, tearing another cry from the other man. He continued that for what probably felt like an eternity to Vic, then stood up and carefully pushed into him.
"God, so good, so hot and tight, gripping me," Alex moaned, driving into Vic for his pleasure. He struck Vic's prostate on each stroke, loving the sounds he made. "So fucking good!" he wailed as he came.
Vic's throat was rapidly becoming raw from his softly emitted wails and cries of unsatisfied passion. He was so hard it hurt, and each thrust against his prostate only made him harder still. His body shuddered with any number of dry orgasms, and being pressed into the slightly abrasive wall only added more pleasure -- this time rougher and more dangerous.
"Alex, please, god, let me come. I'll do anything, just -- fuck, I'm going to die, let me come please!" he begged softly, his ragged gasps of air making the words almost garbled.
Alex remained leaning against Vic until he couldn't stand to feel the other man's body spasming around his sensitive cock any longer. He pulled out, running an appreciate hand over the sweat-sheened back. When even that made Vic whimper, he decided to let the ex-cop calm down a little before he continued his games.
"Shhh, baby," he whispered, kissing Vic's ear, then moving away to grab a towel and clean himself up some. He came back to Vic's side, reaching out with one hand to raise a tortured face.
"Vic? Are you listening to me, beautiful?" He waited until Vic nodded jerkily before continuing. "I have to leave the room for a minute -- no, wait, it's okay," he soothed when a sudden look of fear crossed Vic's face. "You're getting dehydrated, babe; I have to get you some water. That's all I'm going to do, and I'll be right back." He stared into Vic's eyes, willing him to believe him.
Listening to Alex walk out while he was naked, chained and helpless was the hardest thing Vic had ever done. He felt more exposed than he'd ever felt in his life. And terrified that Alex might not come back. The dose of fear was enough to cool his raging libido to nearly non-existence. "He's coming back, I know he's coming back. Gotta think positive, think . . ."
Think about how Alex had been willing to put a bullet in his head to protect Vic, about how he was so gentle with Vic when the younger man had asked to be able to call his sister. The taste of Alex's mouth, the way it felt moving over his body, the way _Alex_ felt moving inside his body. The mental images of the hot, sweaty, combustible sex they'd had washed over him, slowly re-arousing him. Soon he was once more hard and aching, needing Alex, just not with quite the same intensity.
Needing Alex to love him.
Hearing the near silent pad of footsteps behind him, he turned and smiled softly. "I missed you."
Alex eyed him, seeing that he was a little more relaxed, and smiled back. "I love you." He leaned into Vic and kissed him, his lips thanking him for trusting him. He rubbed their noses together, identical giggles escaping them, then raised the glass of water to Vic's lips. "Drink, baby. You're going to need it."
After Vic had drunk half the glass and indicated that it was enough, Alex moved back behind him, out of Vic's sight. He waited a moment, letting Vic wonder what he was going to do now, then tilted the glass over his back, letting the water and ice cubes run down his spine. Smiling at Vic's yelp of outrage, Alex followed the rivulets of water with his tongue, licking them away. He chased several to the puckered opening at the base of Victor's spine, probing deeply to make sure none escaped him.
"Alex!!" Vic moaned, his erection returning to its former size rapidly. Part of his mind was busy processing what Alex had just said. Alex loved him? God, was it true? In less than 24 hours had this other half of his soul truly fallen in love with him - just like . . . "I love you too, Alex, god help us both. I don't know how it happened so fast but I do," the last word came out in a shrill moan as Alex's tongue penetrated his anus, taunting him with the release he was forbidden.
Alex shivered with pleasure at Vic's words, the first time he'd ever heard anyone except his mother say them and mean them. "Never gonna let you go," he whispered, rubbing his cheek along Vic's back. "I'm going to make you so happy you won't ever want to leave me."
He rose to his feet again, eyeing the toys in the room, finally deciding that he didn't want anything to touch Vic except himself... at least this time. He unfastened the manacles and drew Vic over to the bed again.
"I want you to lie down on your back, hold onto the headboard," he paused and grinned, "Or what's left of it! Hold onto it, and don't let go, no matter what, until I say you can. Will you do that for me?" he asked, knowing that making Vic remain still without any restraints would make it even more intense for him.
"Alex," Vic husked as he looked up at his lover, his fathomless green eyes revealing all his inner secrets to this master of secrets. "Want to stay with you, Alex," he continued, afraid to promise more because somewhere in the back of his mind Victor knew that the Director was looking for him, and despite what Alex believed, Victor knew she would find them; she always found her people. He was owned by the Agency, and she wasn't going to let him go.
"Anything for you, love, I trust you with my life," he continued, a soft smile on his face as he caressed a silky soft cheek before reaching upwards to grasp the lower part of the headboard - the one area still intact. "Do your worst lover," he chuckled, spreading his legs wide in open invitation.
Alex gasped, hot green eyes roaming over Vic's body in a caress he could almost feel. "Not my worst, babe, my best." He smirked, knowing that comment would drive Vic nuts. He crawled onto the bed, gradually moving up between Vic's widespread legs, pausing every few inches to nip at a leg. "God, you look fantastic lying there, open and waiting for me, hard for me. Wanna keep you like this forever."
"Alex, stop talking and fuck me, will ya?" Vic smirked at the older man, his eyes alight with mischief. "Otherwise I'm going to think you're all talk and very little action. C'mon, superstud, fuck me raw."
"If you insist," Alex replied with a grin, wondering if Vic actually thought that the cockring was coming off any time soon. Wanting to make sure that he could continue to play for a long time, he grabbed some lube and worked it into Vic, slicking him well. He still wasn't all the way hard after his previous orgasms, so he changed his mind, deciding that if Vic wanted it so bad, he'd give it to him, though not necessarily the way he had in mind.
With an evil grin, he pawed through the assortment of toys in the stand by the bed, pulling out a dildo, which he held up in front of Vic's eyes.
Vic eyed the latex monstrosity with nervous eyes. "And just _where_ do you think you're putting that?" he croaked out, his legs trying to close but blocked by Alex's body.
At his lover's wicked grin, Vic shook his head in vehement denial. "No - no way. Alex . . . no - it'll . . . there is no way that's gonna fit, no matter how much you lube me up!"
Alex laughed. "Trust me, baby," he said sweetly, positioning the dildo between Vic's cheeks. "You're going to enjoy this... eventually." He applied more pressure on the latex shaft until the tip slid past the ring of muscle, then paused until Vic shifted, unconsciously seeking more. He kept his eyes on the other man's purple cock, licking his lips hungrily. He started a slight back and forth motion with the toy, driving it fractionally deeper inside Vic with each stroke. Finally, long minutes later, it was buried to the handle inside his squirming lover. He rotated it, smirking when Vic arched and cried out as his prostate was struck. Now that he had the right spot, Alex flicked a tiny switch on the base, and it began to vibrate.
"JESUS!!" Vic bellowed, his whole spasming as he desperately sought release from the sensual torture he was being subjected to. The pleasure was razor sharp in its intensity, bordering on the edge of pain, and knowing that his hands were free and he'd promised not to move them only made it a hundred times stronger.
"Alex!!!" he wailed as he thrashed on the bed, feeling the latex torture device move within him, juddering away at his prostate, sending him into paroxysms of dry orgasm. If he'd looked up at that moment, had he been able to see clearly with the red haze of lust clouding his perceptions, he would have seen his grip so tight that his entire fingers were white with tension. His body was bow taut, every muscle straining to its limit, aching for release.
Alex bit his lip so hard it bled, watching Victor go rigid, his entire body a scream of agonized pleasure. He was aching with arousal once again, and he knew that to continue much longer would go beyond games and into cruelty, but Victor was so beautiful like this that he couldn't force himself to stop. Only when the remaining portion of the headboard began to splinter in Vic's grip did he withdraw the dildo, not stopping the vibrating till after he'd extracted it from Vic.
Between one breath and the next, Alex sheathed himself in Victor's spasming body, crying out at the intense joy of that velvet grip, only able to hold back his climax because he was still nearly drained by the previous one. His hips began to move back and forth, pushing into Vic and pulling back while Vic followed him. Slowly, so slowly, he stroked into his lover, gradually speeding up until he was again hammering into him and on the brink of climax once again. He looked at the desperate man beneath him and paused, completely buried inside him, to carefully release the cockring. That done, he thrust again.
The world went super nova in a blink of an eye. Everything went from the red haze of lust to this blinding, unbelievable ecstasy that was hotter than a sun. It melted his bones, drove him mad with its release and turned him into a shuddering, weeping wreck of a man who could only say one word over and over and over. "Alex."
Vic's convulsions took Alex with him, but Alex recovered more quickly, unsurprisingly. He shifted them in the bed so that he held Vic protectively in his arms, the ex-cop's head pillowed on his chest and his entire body limp in Alex's embrace. "I love you, Victor Mansfield," he said softly, pressing a kiss to the sweaty brow.
"Alex," Vic croaked out, a trembling hand coming up to brush, feather light, against his lover's cheeks. "Don't ever let me go - I don't . . . wouldn't want to live without you, Alex. My other dark half, my other soul," he whispered, eyes drifting closed as lethargy and supreme exhaustion began to set in. "Don't let go . . ."
Alex held him tightly, protectively. "I won't let go, Vic, don't think I can. I need you, need you to remind me what's really important. I love you," he whispered, his eyes slowly closing as he relaxed under his precious burden.
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