Vic watched his lover with a bit of concern and decided that the restraints were no longer needed; besides having Alex on the horizontal rather than the vertical would be a benefit for the next round of things.

Releasing Alex from the manacles, Vic drew the other man over to the bed and had him lie down on his stomach. Vic lit some candles and turned off the lights before returning to the bed, the things he'd need later laid out nearby.

Snatching up a bottle of massage oil, Vic poured some into his hands to warm it then began to knead and massage the man underneath him, relaxing and re-arousing Alex as he went. "You'll find out eventually, Alex," he replied finally, bending to kiss the nape of the older man's neck. "And you'll love it."

Alex purred, loving every moment of the massage. "I know I will. Just like I love you, beautiful." He arched under Vic's hands, pressing into the firm touch. "Have your wicked way with me, Victor." He fluttered his lashes at the other man like a fainting heroine in a bad melodrama. "I can do nothing to stop you, oh woe is me." He fought to hold back his laughter.

Vic's hand came down hard on Alex's plump ass. "Behave you, or no treats after I'm done giving you a rub down." Continuing to work his way down Alex 's back and thighs, he made sure his lover was a boneless mass of purring manhood before ordering him to roll over.

"I want you to close your eyes and hold on to the bed. No letting go, okay?" Vic husked softly, nipping at the older man's throat.

Alex shivered, his eyes fluttering open to watch Vic as he nodded. He reached up over his head and clenched his fists around the headboard, the position stretching him out, displaying his body to his lover.

"Okay, beautiful, I'm all yours," he whispered throatily, staring at Vic trustingly.

"Close your eyes, Alex," Vic reminded his lover, brushing a hand over them gently in demonstration. "You know I love you, right? That anything I do is to bring you, _us_, pleasure. Do you trust me to inflict a little pain if it ultimately drives you wild with need?" the Canadian asked seriously, wanting, needing, to know just how far Alex would let him go. The last thing he wanted was for his lover's deadly reflexes to kick in unexpectedly. He knew Alex would never knowingly hurt him, but he didn't want his lover to have to deal with guilt if he were sent sprawling

Alex rubbed a leg along one of Vic's. "I trust you with my life, Vic. You can do anything you want to me," he replied without hesitation. He knew that if Vic were to put a gun to his head, he would simply lie there. He could never hurt Vic, no matter what.

Continuing with his massage, Vic worked Alex over slowly and carefully, making sure that every single muscle was relaxed and pliant. Raining tiny kisses on every inch of available flesh, he began to re-arouse Alex, making sure that his nipples were peaked and his stomach quivering. Most of all making sure that the older man's cock was hard and waiting for what was to come.

Reaching over to the table next to him, Vic took a long, tapered candle, and very carefully tilted it, watching as the hot wax dribbled from the candle and on to one of Alex's aroused nipples.

A gasp hissed from between Alex's clenched teeth, and his eyelids fluttered for an instant, almost opening, before he forced himself to relax again. His entire body was tense and aroused, waiting for the next touch, unable to anticipate whether it would be pain or pleasure. He whimpered softly, desperately wanting more, loving that it was Vic doing this to him.

"So pretty," Vic whispered as he made patterns with the wax across Alex's chest and stomach, making sure to paint his lover's other nipple just as carefully, becoming hard and harder with each shudder that passed through the assassin's body. "God, I can't believe I'm doing this - with you and to you. That you'll let me play like this. No one's ever let me just play with them before," he confessed, setting aside the candle and quietly slipping a piece of ice out of the bucket so that Alex wouldn't hear him.

Taking the frozen water, Vic ran it across a now diamond hard nub of flesh which had been aroused through extreme heat. Now it was time for extreme cold. Opposites, just like them, yet not able to survive without the other. Just like he could no longer survive without Alex.

Alex screamed at the first touch of the ice on his reddened nipple, his body arching upward till only his shoulders and heels remained on the bed, but his hands never released the headboard.

"God, Vic, please," he begged, not sure if he was begging for him to stop or for more.

Taking another sliver of ice, Vic laid the first one on Alex's stomach, then laid himself over top of it so that it was sandwiched between the two of them. Shivering as the rapidly melting cube ran cold water between their bodies, he kissed Alex deeply, slipping the second ice cube into Alex's mouth, then sucking it back out in an erotic sharing.

When it was finally gone, Vic crawled down Alex's body and began to gently peel the wax away, blowing on the now hyper sensitive skin before rasping his tongue over it to taste its silky smoothness.

Alex shuddered, giving up all control to Vic, his body responding involuntarily to everything his lover did. "Want you, Vic," he moaned, squirming.

"But I'm not finished playing," Vic purred, almost menacingly. Removing the lid from the serving platter, Vic reached for his last little torture device. Starting at the end, he chewed on the item a bit at a time until he'd reached his own tolerance.

"You ready to lose your mind, handsome?" Vic purred as he moved between Alex's legs and settled himself comfortably. At Alex's whimper, Vic smiled ferally. This was going to be good.

Vic could feel his mouth water, and slowly, delicately he licked a chili-coated tongue over the tip of Alex's cock, letting the hot juice soak into his lover's skin just as it had soaked into his mouth. And then he engulfed Alex entirely.

Alex yowled; there was no other way to describe it. He'd never felt anything like it in his life. The juices of the chili pepper sank into his cock, burning, while Vic's tongue caressed him, teased him, made him scream with the intense sensations. He came, but his cock remained hard, and he whimpered desperately.

The headboard creaked as Alex writhed, his hands white-knuckled where he gripped it. "Viiiiic," he wailed, thrashing under his tormentor's attentions.

Vic flayed his tongue back and forth, bringing Alex to first one orgasm then shooting straight towards another. Drinking his lover down, he hummed softly around the straining erection, wanting to taste the spicy combination of Alex and chili again.

_Just one more time, lover,_ he thought to himself. _Give it to me just once more, then I'll take care of you. And after I take care of you, I'll take care of me._

Alex whined frantically as another orgasm tore through his body, nearly dry but still intense. "Vic, god, please, no more," he begged, feeling like every nerve in his body was short-circuiting. "Can't take any more." But his hands still remained locked on the headboard, and the deadly reflexes stayed quiescent.

With one last lick, Vic released his lover and reached for the sponge nestled in the bed of ice. He also snagged himself an ice cube to suck on, letting the cool water sooth his fevered mouth. Stroking the icy sponge delicately along Alex's inflamed shaft, Vic murmured soft words of praise to the older man.

"So beautiful, god, 'Lex, I nearly came just from watching and tasting you," Vic husked as he gently washed his lover, making sure to sooth and cool Alex's too sensitive erection.

Alex gasped, slowly relaxing under the soothing touch of the cold sponge and Vic's caring hands. "Christ, Vic, you damn near killed me," he moaned happily. "I understand the expression about being rode hard and put away wet now." He frowned a little. "Can I move my arms now? Wanna touch you." The hard-bitten assassin was practically pouting.

"You can move, Alex," Vic smiled as he continued to sponge his lover. Tossing it away, he crawled up Alex's body to rest next to the other man. Unfortunately not all of him was ready to rest just yet.

"'Lex," he moaned, "if I don't come, I'm gonna go crazy lover. You got me hotter than hades watching you, tasting you," he husked softly. He may have had more orgasms today than he'd thought possible, but watching Alex tonight had made him granite hard yet again. He just hoped his lover was up to one more round.

Alex wrapped his arms loosely around Vic's neck. "I'm exhausted, beautiful, but I'd love to feel you inside me," the husky voice whispered in Vic's ear just before sharp white teeth nipped at his earlobe. "Want to feel you claiming me, know that I'm yours like you're mine."

Vic growled low in his throat. "Damn straight you are. I may have been bottom boy for most of the past day, but I don't share, Alex. Not with anyone. Never forget that," the younger man snarled, suddenly insanely jealous of a past he wasn't part of and knew nothing about.

Nipping hard on Alex's shoulder, Vic rolled on top of the older man, his hand reaching out to snag the massage oil as he quickly slicked himself up. It was a good thing for his lover that Alex was still loose and oiled from the egg because Vic couldn't even be bothered with the preliminaries; he just slid into the assassin, burying himself to the hilt.

"Mine, Alex. All mine," he continued to growl as he began to move, frantically thrusting in and out of the slick, sweet channel engulfing his enflamed cock.

"Yesss, yours, all yours," Alex moaned softly, taking pleasure from Vic's pleasure despite his exhaustion. "Don't want anyone but you, beautiful, never again." He wrapped his legs loosely around Vic's waist, opening himself up more, and tightened the muscles in his ass every time Vic stroked into him.

He suddenly stared up into Vic's eyes, a dangerous glitter in his. "I'll kill anyone who touches you," he warned, snarling. "You're _mine_."

Hearing the possessive tone of Alex's voice, seeing the dangerous, predatory gleam in his eyes and knowing it was for him sent Vic spiraling out of control. Slamming himself into Alex again and again, he came with a long, ferocious growl, bending to latch on to Alex's shoulder with his teeth, tasting the copper tang of blood as he fought not to scream to the heavens his release.

Alex shuddered, wrapping himself tightly around his lover, wincing slightly from the deep bite in his shoulder but loving it. "Mine," he repeated, a wealth of emotion in his voice. He chuckled softly, imagining the expressions of disbelief if anyone who knew him ever heard what he'd allowed Vic to do to him. He couldn't imagine letting anyone else have that kind of control over him.

"Vic," he whispered, just to hear the sound of his lover's name.

Sagging against his other self, spent and replete, Vic unlatched his teeth slowly and gently laved the wound he'd inflicted with his tongue. Today had been . . . the most intense, insane, chaotic day of his life and all the events of the past two days finally caught up to the Canadian. Shuddering once, he laid his head on Alex's chest and quietly wept, holding his lover tightly, as if afraid Alex would vanish in a puff of smoke.

"Vic?" Alex held his lover tightly, terrified by his sudden breakdown. "What's wrong, Vic? What is it? Did you realize what a mistake this is? I won't make you stay with me if you want to go," he babbled franticly, saying anything he thought might make the other man stop crying. "I'm sorry, please, don't cry, baby, I'll let you go; you're not a prisoner. I'll take you back to your apartment." Alex felt like crying himself as he made those promises, but he'd keep them... for Victor.

"No, that's not it," Vic husked, his voice rough from his crying jag. "You know, you're the first person who's been able to make me cry since . . . I got told men don't cry. I _love_ you, Alex Krycek, and the thought that you love me too. . . it overwhelmed me, this passion we have between us, the connection the feelings - everything. How did I ever get so blessed?"

Alex laughed, his relief needing an outlet. "Most people would say you were cursed to have anything to do with me, Victor. And they'd be right," he warned somberly. "I'm no saint, Vic."

"Guess it's a damn good thing I don't want a saint then, isn't it? I want a bad-to-the-bone, honest, loving, gentle, wicked, devious, cunning and deadly assassin who loves me as much as I love him. I'd call that a blessing, personally," Vic replied, crossing his arms on Alex's chest and resting his chin on top of them in order to watch his lover with brilliant eyes, shining with love.

Alex chuckled, shaking his head slightly. "You are clearly insane, and it's my duty to take responsibility for you, to make sure you don't injure yourself in your lunacy. It's a tough job," he sighed, "but somebody's gotta do it."

Vic smacked Alex's chest lightly. "Asshole," he teased softly as a huge yawn escaped. "Alex, do you think we can sleep in your bedroom tonight? I mean this playroom is _really_ nice and all, but I'd like to be able to sleep in your bed, in a bedroom, with you as your lover."

Alex blinked in surprise. "You know, I actually forgot we slept here last night. You're going to have to get off of me so we can get up," he pointed out, grinning. "Then we'll see if I can still walk after everything you did to me."

Vic grinned and climbed off his lover, offering a hand. "And you loved every minute of it and are probably already plotting how to pay me back too," he sassed with a smile.

Alex accepted the hand gratefully, wobbling a bit as he stood up. "Oh, definitely. But not right away. I'll get you when you least expect it," he purred menacingly. Not waiting for an answer, he strode toward the door, pulling Vic along behind him. "Come on, beautiful, I need some sleep, and I'm really looking forward to seeing you in my bed."

Vic smiled at the thought of paybacks and gladly let himself be pulled along. They stopped in front of a set of oak double doors. Fuck the bedroom had to be . . ."Just one thing Alex - _our_ bed," he told the older man quietly.

Alex smiled back at him. "I like the sound of that, Vic. Our bed, our house, our life together. Yup, I could get used to that very easily." He led the other man inside the bedroom, not noticing Vic's expression when he saw the mahogany paneling and heavy, antique furniture in the room that was larger than most people's apartments.

"God, I could get lost in here. This is almost the size of my entire _apartment_ Alex," Vic husked. Spying the huge, custom made bed, the Canadian had to smile. "Though with a bed like that I could get used to almost anything," he laughed.

"Shower first then sleep, or do you just wanna curl up?" he asked the older man quietly, a slight frown of worry creasing his brow. The wax had left red marks all over Alex's torso, and Vic was starting to feel more guilty than aroused about being able to do that to his lover.

Alex sighed. "I'm too tired for a shower, baby, no matter how much I'll regret that decision in the morning. Just wanna sleep. Come to bed with me?" He turned a hopeful gaze on the Canadian, wanting to fall asleep with Vic in his arms.

"This was an absolutely amazing night, beautiful, and I want to end it right, with the two of us together in that big bed." He glanced at Vic almost shyly. "I've never had anyone else here with me."

"Alex," Vic husked, helpless against the emotions that flooded him and all for this man. "I don't deserve someone like you," he continued, his voice rich with emotion. "But I'll be damned if I'm gonna let you go now."

Pushing the older man towards the bed, Vic pulled down the covers and tucked Alex in before walking to the foot of the bed and crawling up that way to slide under the silk sheets next to his lover.

"I love you, Alex Krycek, stone cold killer and all. Never, ever gonna leave you. If that means leaving the Agency, so be it. That life I can live without, you I can't. You're stuck with me now," he chuckled even as he slipped into the older man's embrace and rested his head against a smooth, strong chest listening to Alex's heartbeat sing him a lullaby.

***

Alex leaned against the railing on the balcony overlooking the parade route, watching the colorful floats go by. He toasted Vic with his drink, grinning at his lover's pleasure in experiencing the "world's biggest party". Dressed like negative images in black and white leather, the two men attracted their share of attention as well. Seeing one young woman, who wore nothing more than paint on her breasts, beckoning to Vic, Alex moved behind the white-clad man, staking his claim.

Staring challengingly at the girl, Alex cupped Vic's groin, petting him through the butter-soft leather, his chin on Vic's shoulder. "Up for some games, beautiful?" he murmured in the Canadian's ear, his erection nudging at the other man's ass.

Moaning quietly, Vic let his head fall back on Alex's shoulder. He writhed mindlessly against his lover, grinding his buttocks back into Alex's cock in a wanton display of need. "Like the city's motto says, lover, let the good times roll," he teased, turning his head to nip at Alex's exposed throat. "One of these days I'm going to get you a collar too. I wanna see you in that and nothing else; I want _you_ to be my toy for a night," Vic purred softly, hyper aware of his own collar and the attached leash that Alex held in his hand.

God, what they must look like - him in constrained white leather, showing off everything and leaving only the skin tone to the imagination, Alex in his poured on leather pants and the black vest to match, looking very much like one of hell's fallen angels. Vic felt himself harden even more under the silk lined leather pouch he wore underneath the white leather hotpants. "Alex . . " he purred with seductive need, grinding back hard into his lover. "Fuck me - right here, right now, with the world watching."

Alex shuddered both at the image that came into his head when Vic talked about making _him_ the toy and at his words and movement. "Couldn't stop me now with a gun to my head," he admitted hoarsely, undoing his own pants, then pushing Vic's shorts down below his ass. He only pulled aside the strap of the leather g-string Vic wore before pushing inside, glad again that he'd made Vic put on a show for him by lubing himself up before they got dressed that evening.

"So fucking hot and tight," he groaned, his fingers delving inside the pouch that couldn't cover all of Vic's rampant erection any more. "Mine, all mine," he growled and bit down on Vic's shoulder, barely preventing himself from letting his teeth sink in. "Watch the parade go by, baby, see how people notice us and watch," he whispered, his own eyes fixed on the wide-eyed blonde watching him take Vic.

Vic stared sightlessly at the crowds passing by on the floats, distantly aware of the catcalls and the Mardi Gras beads being tossed up at them as a reward for their show. All he was truly aware of was the slick slide in and out of his rectum that was his lover's cock, the blunt tip of it brushing against his prostate again and again, the heat they generated between them.

Snagging Alex's free hand, Vic slid it up his lightly oiled chest, over the leather harness and up his throat, to where he could suckle on those deliciously salty fingers. He needed something in his mouth, something to focus on, or he'd get lost in the pleasure coursing through him.

Grinding backwards, Vic used one hand to brace himself against the balcony, the other coming up to tease and pull at his nipples while he whined and moaned and suckled on Alex, anything to help relieve the inferno raging in him. "Harder, please - god, fuck me harder, 'Lex, make me scream," he managed to garble out around the fingers he still nursed on.

Alex groaned harshly. "Parade's not over, baby. I wouldn't want you to miss any of it. We can just take it nice and slow and keep it up till the parade ends. That would be a climactic finish, don't you think?" he teased huskily, slowly rotating his hips, keeping Vic poised on the brink. He pulled his hand away from Vic's erection, knowing that the night breeze on the dripping head would drive him insane.

Vic bit back a particularly foul curse at his lover's sense of humor. If Alex thought he was going to leave Vic hanging like this for hours, he had another thing coming. The humid breeze played havoc with his perspiring body, making him feel hot and cold at the same time; it was sheer torture against his leaking erection, a ghostly touch that drove him to new heights of desperation.

"If you even think about slowing down, Alex Krycek, I may just be forced to take that blonde up on her offer - and yes I saw her, and yes, I know why you started to fuck me - so you damned well better fuck me into satiation, or by god you're gonna have a problem on your hands!" Vic growled softly as he thrust back hard into Alex's groin as if to emphasize his point.

Alex froze for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Getting kind of demanding there, baby, don't you think? You're lucky I love you." He started to drive into Vic, hips thrusting hard. "And I like to make you scream. So scream for me, beautiful," he growled into Vic's ear, one hand on the other man's hip and the other rubbing lightly over the black leather collar around his throat. "Let me hear you. Let everyone around us hear how good I make you feel."

Vic whimpered as the tempo of Alex's thrusts increased. His free hand began to pinch and pull his nipples harder and harder as he kept time with his lover's thrusts. Whimpers turned to growls of need then soft pitched moans and kept on increasing in volume until he was begging and pleading loudly enough to attract more and more attention. Finally with one particularly powerful thrust, Vic threw his head back and wailed as he came, his semen covering Alex's hand and spouting over the side of the balcony like erotic rain.

The cheers and howls of approval from the street below and the balconies around them finally brought Vic back to himself as he rested, panting, against Alex's chest. On the floor of the balcony were ropes and ropes of Mardi Gras beads, some cheap plastic and others more expensive. Laughing ruefully, glad of the white domino mask that covered his eyes, Vic laughed softy. "Guess we're a hit," he managed to tease before turning to devour Alex's mouth and letting the world catch a glimpse his freshly fucked ass.

Alex kissed Vic hungrily, his hands cupping the delectable ass he'd just been in, two fingers easily slipping inside the relaxed muscle. He rubbed his own still hard cock against Vic's belly. "Aren't you forgetting something, baby?" he asked huskily. Letting go of Vic's ass, he grabbed a napkin off the table and cleaned himself hastily, then pushed gently on Vic's shoulders, urging him to his knees.

"Need to feel that beautiful mouth on me, Vic. I want you to suck me dry," he groaned, not sure how he'd managed to hold back his climax when Vic had come apart around him.

Vic sank gracefully to his knees and immediately set about devouring his lover's cock. It tasted musky and tart, and there was a faint reminder of the lube that he'd been slicked with. Moaning at the way this felt, this almost lewd exhibitionism that he was letting himself indulge in, Vic began to go down on Alex without any finesse or elegance.

Relaxing his throat muscles, Vic let the older man fuck his face, his hands coming up to cup Alex's ass, first one finger, then a second worming their way between the taut globes and insinuating themselves in Alex's anus. Finger fucking his lover in counterpoint to the motions of Alex's hips, Vic went about driving his lover mad with pleasure.

Alex cried out when Vic swallowed him, then again when he worked his fingers inside him. He reached over Vic, clinging to the railing to keep himself upright, whining desperately. His hips began to thrust, driving his cock deeper down Vic's throat, then pushing back onto the teasing fingers in his ass. He whimpered wildly, lower lip caught between his teeth, and green eyes slitted open to watch the dark head bobbing over his cock. He wailed Vic's name as he came, his knees giving way so he landed in front of Vic, kneeling face to face with his lover.

He reached out and cupped a hand around the back of Vic's neck, pulling him in for a kiss, able to taste himself in Vic's mouth. Eventually, he reached out and scooped up several of the glass strands, looping them around Vic's neck, then climbing back to his feet and fixing his clothes. "Gonna get up any time soon, beautiful? You're missing the parade."

Vic grinned up at the older man. "You look as well fucked as I feel," he teased, holding out a hand to Alex for help to pull him up. Deciding there was really no sense in buttoning his shorts back up, Vic just readjusted the pouch so that he was covered and reached for his champagne glass, blushing when the blonde from across the way called out.

"Hoo-whee, chers, dat 'dere was one hot little tease. Y'all are makin' me blush," she called out with a grin, before turning back to the parade, knowing when there wasn't a hope in hell of getting the guy.

"I can't believe I just did that; hell, I can't believe I want to do it again! You make me burn, Alex," he moaned, drawing closer to his lover and wrapping an arm around the assassin's waist. "Make me burn," he whispered, nipping at a succulent Adam's apple with glee.

Alex started to laugh. "You're insatiable!" he accused. "You can barely stand up straight from the last round, and already you're demanding more." He combed his fingers through Vic's hair, then clenched his fist in it, dragging Vic's head up so he could kiss him thoroughly. "How'd I get so lucky?" he whispered, staring into bright green eyes identical to his own.

He moved them back to the railing, once again standing behind Vic, their bodies nestled so closely together that not a breath of air could fit between them. He leaned his chin on his lover's shoulder, watching the parade from that position while he petted Vic. His fingers delved inside the leather pouch, tracing the quiescent flesh, then rose to his mouth with the moisture they'd found there.

"Mmmm," he purred. "I love the way you taste, baby." He slid his hand back again, this time offering the fingers to Vic.

Vic lapped at the moisture on Alex's finger with kitten-like care, cleaning them diligently and shivering at the taste of himself mixed with the salt of Alex's skin. Sighing happily, he watched the parade go by, occasionally grinding back into Alex in order to keep his attention from wandering from the real show, namely him.

"Do you think that somewhere in all those people, the Agency is looking for me?" he asked softly, not really caring, just idly wondering. "I can't wait to see the dragon lady's reaction when she sees you; she's gonna cream herself. But she can't have you. You're mine, Alexandre," he purred in a fair rendition of Pauline's accent.

"All mine," he sighed, letting his head fall back against Alex's shoulder and closing his eyes, letting the music, the crowds and the cacophony of the night wash over him like a wave.

Alex sighed, hugging Vic to him. "As much as you're mine, Vic," he murmured. He kissed his lover's head lightly, enjoying the parade and the gentle swell of his growing arousal. He looked down at the crowd, noticing several people who'd chosen spots with a good view of him and Vic, and he laughed. "We have fans, baby. Are you ready for Act II?" He nibbled on Vic's ear, tugging gently as he rubbed more insistently against the other man's ass.

"Mmm - where you're concerned? Always. Love you, 'Lex - love what you do to me, what you make me feel but most of all - love the man you are - _my_ man," Vic purred, opening his eyes to see his 'fans' and waving to them with a saucy grin.

"So, what did you have in mind?" he laughed when they waved back and catcalls of 'take it off' drifted up to him, leaving him to wonder if they meant the mask or something else.

Alex grinned wickedly. "I think they have the right idea. Lose the jockstrap, beautiful, then turn around and face me. I need to have you bare for what I have in mind next." He chuckled, stepping back slightly from Vic to let him do as instructed.

"Guess that means I gotta lose the shorts too," Vic grinned as he stripped the white leather over well-toned buttocks and strong thighs. Taking a few moments to pose for Alex, who whistled appreciatively, Vic stripped off the silk lined leather pouch and, in a moment of madness, zinged the elasticized band so it sailed over the side of the balcony and towards the gathered crowd.

"Think that got their attention?" he chuckled softly.

Alex chuckled, watching several people scrabble for the tiny garment with more fervor than they'd displayed for those thrown by the krewes. "I'd say so, beautiful. I think we may be the hit of the season." He moved closer, kissing Vic again, then grinning as he unfastened his own pants again.

"Wrap your legs around my waist, baby," he instructed, waiting till Vic had done so before moving closer to the railing again. "Now, hang on to my shoulders tightly, and let your ass rest against the railing, beautiful." He smirked at the expression on Vic's face, then reached down to position himself and pushed inside Vic.

He groaned harshly when he couldn't go any deeper and braced one hand on the railing as he began to glide in and out, giving the people below a fantastic show.

"Jesus!" Vic gasped in amazed disbelief and intense arousal. "Fuck - Alex, they can see you . .. fucking me," he moaned, the last words going up in pitch as Alex's cock slammed against his prostate, causing him to shimmy in delight, which only incited the crowds to greater vocalization.

"Guess it's a damn good thing it don't matter if you're straight or bi or gay in Mardi Gras - everything does go," Vic managed to chuckle as Alex slid almost completely out of his ass before ramming home again. "'Lex, baby, Jesus!" the Canadian moaned, holding on to Alex for dear life.

Arcing up, Vic managed to get close enough to the older man to latch on to a nipple and begin to suckle - hard. He bit down when Alex thrust in harder and moaned around the hot pink flesh, sending vibrations coursing through Alex's body. His fingers gouged in, leaving angry red crescents in the other man's flesh, but neither seemed to mind. In fact, all Alex did was fuck him harder.

Alex laughed shakily. "You honestly think anyone's going to complain about seeing your gorgeous ass get fucked? They're all wishing me dead so they could have a chance at you. Fuck!" he howled when Vic bit down on his nipple, his back arching to make himself more accessible.

"Sonofabitch," he swore, his entire body tensing. If he hadn't already come earlier, that would have been it for him. He drove a little harder, a little deeper, his hips moving rapidly, as his arousal spiraled out of control. He could feel the pleasure begin at the base of his spine and spread throughout his body, but he never wanted this to end. He wanted to be inside Vic, feeling the hot tightness of his ass, forever.

"Alex," Vic groaned, letting go of the flesh in his mouth to suck in great lungfuls of air to his oxygen depleted body. Writhing against the invading cock, he clung to the older man, grunting softly as he worked his body hard against the one on top, around and beneath him.

He clung, ivy-like, to the assassin, begging softly, promising anything just wanting it to never end, for his lover to never stop claiming him. But it was too much, everything - the night, the music, the exhibitionism, the thrill of _knowing_ he was watched and desired by many, but most of all the knowledge that Alex loved him, truly and whole-heartedly loved Victor Mansfield, ex-cop, full time dork - made him howl like a banshee and come hard and long, coating their stomachs with his seed, and leaving him weaker than a newborn, clinging to Alex through sheer tenacity and willpower.

The shudders racing through Vic's body milked Alex's orgasm from him, and he clutched desperately at the other man as he came, holding him tightly to make sure he didn't sag back over the side of the balcony. As soon as he was sure his trembling legs would support him, he stepped back, sinking down onto a chaise with Vic still impaled on him. He nuzzled against the side of the Canadian's throat, needing to feel him close just then.

"God, I love you, beautiful. Don't ever leave me," he begged suddenly, reminded of the fact that he'd stolen Vic from his life and that people were looking for him. He clung desperately to the other man, as if to prevent him from being torn away.

"Never, Alex," Vic swore softly. "I'm not letting you go - no matter what," the younger man vowed, snuggling his head into the crook of Alex's neck and breathing in their combined scent and the smell of sex. "We'll find a way, I swear it."

Alex held him tightly. "I sound like a real sap, don't I? I just can't believe that I was lucky enough to find you, and I won't let you go." The cold killer peered out from green eyes for an instant before he relaxed again. He shook his head, laughing softly. "We're a mess, beautiful. Thanks to you at that. What're you going to do about it?" he asked, idling running a finger through the cooling trails of semen on Vic's belly.

He sighed softly when he slipped out of Vic and sprawled on the chaise, indifferent to the admiring glances turned their way. The only thing he was interested in just then was Vic, much like some big cat focusing on its prey.

Vic hesitantly reached up and removed first his domino, then his lover's. "I want to see you, not the mask," he replied at the arched eyebrow Alex quirked at him in lieu of a question. He traced the features almost identical to his own, noting the difference in skin texture, the crinkles around Alex's eyes - the harder, almost sharp edges to the older man's face.

"You call me beautiful, but you're beautiful too, Alex. You're clean and sharp, like one of your knives, deadly but a thing of beauty. I used to look in the mirror and think of myself as plain, the typical guy next door and a dorky guy next door at that. But you - you're exotic and deadly and sensual and . . . god, you make my mouth water," Vic exclaimed softly.

Climbing off Alex, Vic knelt next to his lover's side and began to slowly lap at the cooling semen, licking his lover clean and savoring the taste of himself on Alex's flesh. "I even taste better when I'm on you," the younger man laughed softly as he got to his feet. "I'll be right back, don't move," the Canadian husked as he wandered inside the apartment to the richly appointed bathroom for a quick shower to wash off the excess fluids and clean himself out with one of Alex's more interesting shower attachments.

Fifteen minutes later, a freshly scrubbed and oiled Victor wandered back out onto the balcony, beads of moisture still clinging to his flesh as he snuggled in between Alex's outspread thighs on the chaise lounge, where the older man still watched the festivities. "Back and all oiled up for round three when you feel up to it," he purred, with a throaty chuckle.

While Vic had been inside, Alex had cleaned himself up some with the napkins, then sprawled across the chaise again to consider the changes in his life over the last few days. He'd gone from being a homeless, hated triple agent to a man with a lover and maybe even a future.

"Wonder if I should send Smoky a thank you card," he mused softly, snickering.

He watched the parade go by, not really paying much attention, occasionally smiling at an attractive man or woman who tried especially hard to attract his eye. He blew a kiss to one or two and toasted a lesbian couple with his wine when they put on a show with an especially hot kiss.

When Vic returned and crawled into his lap, he wrapped his arms around the other man, inhaling the fresh scent of him. At Vic's words, he gasped, then started to laugh. "As I've said before, you're an insatiable slut, Victor Mansfield. And I love you for it." He slipped one hand down Vic's back, trailing lightly over his spine to the cleft of his ass, then farther till a finger teased at the slippery ring, easily gliding inside. "Nice," he approved, adding another finger and another, fingerfucking Vic slowly and easily for a little while, then pulling out and patting his ass.

"Did you have anything special you wanted from me tonight, baby?" he asked, willing to let Vic decide what would happen next if he wanted to.

Vic purred at the stroking and Alex's light finger fuck. "You're the only one I've ever been a slut for, Alex; you bring it out in me," he laughed softly as he cuddled up next to his lover.

"Just being with you is enough for me. Here, now, I feel safer and more loved than I ever have in my life. I could stay like this forever," the younger man continued happily. "Love you, 'Lex, always."

Alex sighed wistfully. "I wish we could, beautiful. But you and I both know it's only a matter of time till our pasts catch up with us. We haven't exactly been trying to keep a low profile. Your Director _is_ going to find you, probably sooner rather than later. That's when you'll have to decide what you want to do." He stopped Vic's words with a gentle finger against his lips. "Only when you're back in your own life can you make that choice, Vic. I want you, but not if you're going to wake up one morning and wonder what the fuck you're doing with a used-up not-so-ex-assassin."

"Alex Krycek," Vic growled ominously, pushing away from his lover's chest to glare down at him. "You are not used up, I am _not_ going to change my mind, and tell me I couldn't walk out of here at any time if I wanted to!"

Vic smirked at the older man's silent glare. "Thought so. Get this through your thick head. It isn't Stockholm Syndrome - and yeah I do know what that is. I. Love. You. Get it?" Vic punctuated each word with a jab to the chest with his finger. "It won't change; I won't get tired of you. I won't want a used up _ex-_ assassin. I'll want _you_, Alex. Just you. You're my dark half, my other self. My life, my heart and my soul. How many different ways will I have to say it before you believe it?"

"A lot more than you thought, apparently," Alex sighed. "Sorry, babe. I just have trouble believing how much my life has changed in just a few days. I can't help thinking that I'm going to wake up.

"Now then, before I tried to ruin the mood, I think you'd just admitted to being an insatiable slut? I think we need to go with that." Alex grinned again, making an effort to shake off his mood, and ran an appreciative hand over the firm globes of his lover's ass.

Alex turned the full force of that bright green gaze on Vic and grinned wickedly. "Think I want my own private show here, beautiful. Think you can manage that?"

Vic chuckled softly. "I've handled everything else you've thrown at me - or impaled me with - haven't I?" the younger man grinned. "So you want a private show - now just how private do you want it? Out here or in the bedroom?"

Vic was actually open to both ideas. The voyeuristic thrill of performing in front of crowds was enough to get him rock hard; however, he knew the only time he would be completely uninhibited would be in the privacy of their bedroom. Fuck, it still gave him a shiver of delight to be able to say that - _their_ bedroom.

"So - what's the call, you sexy thing you?"

Alex snorted. "You have to ask? Both, of course. First we'll see how far you'll go here to make me crazy with lust for you, then later, in our bedroom, I'll make you scream so loud you can't talk." He stretched out comfortably on the chaise, enjoying the sensation of the night air against his naked body where Vic wasn't touching him. "So, whatcha got, beautiful?"

Curious to see what Vic would come up with, he made no suggestions, leaving it entirely up to his beautiful lover what he would do next.

Vic grinned and slowly peeled himself off the older man. All around him the humid night air caressed his skin. The catcalls and cacophony of the parade didn't even faze him. He knew that the lush vegetation that grew on the balcony hid most of his assets from sight so that he was only fully visible to the waist, and the wrought iron, wisteria and ivy made sexy shadows of the rest of him. It was only those people on the surrounding balconies that had any view and they were too busy playing the same sort of games.

That in mind, Vic let the jazz music from the streets filter through his mind and body as he began to gyrate, subtly at first then with increasing fervor. His hands touched and caressed his skin, tracing his nipples and the lines that delineated his abdominal muscles. They continued to drift lower, carding through the dark brown curls that framed his erection. Curls that . . .

Vic's head snapped up as a particularly wicked idea came to mind. "Alex. I want you to shave me," he husked, his eyes gone almost black with heat at the thought of being completely bare around his cock and balls and that Alex would be the one to make him that way.

Alex's eyes opened as wide as possible, and he just stared at Vic, thunderstruck. He opened his mouth, but the only thing that came out was a soft whine. He stood up, grabbed Vic's wrist and yanked him inside the apartment, ignoring the chorus of disappointed yells from the other revelers. He dragged his lover directly to the luxurious bathroom, pulling a green velvet covered chair from where it stood against one wall over near the sink and pushing Vic down on it while he grabbed the shaving cream and a razor.

Alex filled the sink with warm water, then squirted the foam into one hand and applied it to the soft curls between Vic's widespread legs. He was nearly trembling with lust, and he stopped to take a deep breath and calm himself before he brought the sharp blade near Vic's groin. He carefully swiped the razor in short strokes, removing every trace of hair around his cock and balls, then made Vic stand up so he could see if there was any to remove between his cheeks. Though Vic naturally had minimal body hair, Alex shaved the little there was, then rinsed the razor and wiped the last remnants of the foam away with a damp cloth.

"Fuck," he groaned, "you're..." He dropped down to his knees, pushing his head between Vic's legs and hungrily feasted on the newly bared flesh.

Vic gasped and went stiff as Alex began to nose his way around the now exposed and amazingly sensitive flesh of his groin. "Oh my god, Alex . . ." he quivered as his cock became instantly hard. He'd never imagined...

Vic's head fell back, and he began to pant softly through his mouth, his whole body straining with arousal and his fingers carding through and gripping Alex's hair almost painfully. "So good," he whined breathlessly, "so much, Jesus fuck!"

Alex didn't reply, being more interested in tasting every millimeter of the creamy white skin of Vic's groin. He licked eagerly, feeling the softness of the skin, sucking it into his mouth, his hands stroking at the same time, cupping the satiny smooth sac in one palm while the fingers of his other petted avidly.

He played happily, ignoring the straining cock in favor of the flesh he'd never before had a chance to taste.

Vic was in heaven, or hell, depending on the definition. His body was aflame, awash with need that kept building without satisfaction. Alex was driving him crazy with the soft licks and nuzzles, the petting and caressing of his newly exposed flesh.

Arching into the mouth that was the source of his torment, Vic grabbed his cock and began to work it fast and hard, reaching for his orgasm with desperation. "Need. Need to. Cum!" Shouting, he felt his balls tighten, and then his semen was coming in creamy arcs, decorating Alex's face and back.

Alex dragged Vic down onto the floor and pushed inside his still quivering body, groaning harshly as Vic's muscles rippled around him. "Mine," he panted with every stroke, so aroused that he came within moments of getting inside his lover.

He slumped over Vic, feeling his arms around him, and started to laugh softly. "Fuck, I've never been that turned on that fast in my life! Are you trying to kill me?" He climbed to his feet and turned to the shower.

He stepped under the hot, massaging jets of water, and moaned happily. "Coming in?"

Vic stretched sinuously and got up off the plush rug he'd been lying on. Ambling into the shower, the younger man immediately curled up against Alex's back, purring contently, feeling well fucked and well loved.

Rubbing his face and now denuded groin against Alex, he let his eyes fall shut even as his arms wrapped around the strong waist. Kissing a shoulder softly, he husked, "Love you 'Lex," then just let the steam and heat of the water and his lover's presence wash over him and lull him into total relaxation.

Alex washed quickly, then turned to run soapy hands over Vic, petting and cleaning at the same time. He smiled when Vic practically purred, both of them relaxing under the pounding of the water. "So, you want to go back outside to watch more of the festivities, or have I worn you out so much you want to go to bed?"

He made sure Vic was standing on his own, then twisted around to switch off the water. He stepped out, toweling himself dry before holding out a fresh towel to his lover, still waiting for a reply. He'd be happy either way, but he thought it would be fun to show off his lover some more and watch the goings on, which would get wilder as the hour got later.

"That chaise lounge is big enough for the both of us," Vic grinned. "As long as I can cuddle with you, I'm happy wherever. I've never been to Mardi Gras," the ex cop stated. "This is already the most memorable parade I've ever been to - but . . . I want to see the end. Let's watch."

The older man's grin told Vic he'd made the right call, and he happily let the former assassin lead him out to the balcony and arrange him on the lounger before Alex blanketed Vic's body with his own.

"Besides," Vic husked playfully, once Alex was settled and stroking him 'til he purred all over again, "this way we can get some ideas of what to do at the Santa Claus Parade."

Alex snorted, his body shaking with laughter. "You're one sick puppy, Mansfield.
I don't think the kids who are waiting to see Santa really need to see us going at each other. Although... I've never fucked anyone on a parade float," he mused. He waved at the people across the street, who were cheering their return.

"Whatcha think, beautiful? Me, you, some rabbit fur, and a big moving display stand? We could be the most infamous people in the country." He was having a hard time not to laugh at Vic's expression.

Vic stared, dumfounded, at his lover then burst out into laughter.  "You're insane... but I do know where they store the floats," he grinned at Alex.  "Nearly got killed there once on an assignment.  It was an eventful night," Vic trailed off with a snicker.

Curling closer into his lover's side, Vic rested his head on Alex's shoulder and intertwined a hand with one of the older man's.  "I never want this to end," he sighed softly.  "I never knew life could be this perfect."

"Me too," Alex admitted. "I've never been this happy before. I know sooner or later, we'll have to make some decisions, but for a little while, there's just us. We don't have to please anyone except ourselves. And you sure do please me," he purred in a sudden change of mood. "Are you sore? I think the best way to enjoy this parade would be from inside you. Think you can handle that, beautiful? Me inside you, not fucking, just waiting, while we watch the parade, playing a little, not coming till the parade ends? Course, you'd have to get me hard again first," he added.

Vic squirmed on the lounger, suddenly a little less tired than before. "Damn, Alex, how is it all you have to do is talk dirty to me, and I get hard? I mean we've been going at it almost non-stop for days, and I should be wrung dry, but all you have to do is whisper something dirty in my ear, and I pop an instant redwood," the younger man grumbled half-heartedly.

However, it didn't stop him from sliding down the lounge so that his mouth was now even with the thick length of flesh that would soon be buried inside him again. Nor did it prevent him from relaxing his throat muscles and swallowing said member whole, lapping and laving and purring like a kitten being fed cream as he worked the not so exhausted flesh with single-minded diligence.

Alex dropped his head back against the cushion, groaning softly as Vic slowly excited him again. As Vic had said, they'd had sex an incredible number of times in the short time they'd been together, but somehow, just looking at that identical face and body aroused him every time. He bit back a chuckle, thinking that Vic was better for him than Viagra ever could be.

Feeling himself harden again, Alex groped on the table for the lube they'd left there earlier, squeezing some out onto his fingers. "Shift around, beautiful," he said hoarsely. "I'll get you ready while you get me ready." It took a moment for his words to sink in, then Vic swung around so his ass was almost in Alex's face.

Alex couldn't ignore that temptation, and his tongue flicked over the loosened muscle. He chuckled when Vic jumped a little, then worked the tip of his tongue inside his lover. After a little while of that, he slipped his gel-coated fingers into Vic's ass, slicking him for the next round.

"No fair," Vic moaned, raising his head to watch the older man with hooded eyes.  "Keep it up and I'm gonna come with nothing more than your finger in my ass."  Not that Vic would mind, really, but it kind of defeated the purpose that his ever so wicked lover had in mind.

Disengaging himself from Alex's finger, Vic stood and then straddled Alex's legs, facing the parade.  Reaching between his spread legs he grasped the ex-assassin's cock and held it steady as he sank down on to it with a tiny moan of mostly pleasure and just a little pain.

"Ohhh yeah, that's nice," he purred when he could finally swing his legs up onto the lounger and rest back against Alex's chest, the older man's cock fully embedded in his ass.

Alex bit back a gasp, feeling Vic's ass flex around him as he repositioned himself. His arms slid around his lover, hands toying with his nipples and cock a little, then just resting around his waist. "I don't remember ever enjoying Mardi Gras more," he murmured in Vic's ear, then licked it. He tensed and released his abdominal muscles, shifting his erection inside Vic slightly.

He glanced over at the balcony across the street and saw that the people were still there, also watching the parade, though they seemed to have invited a few more people to join them. It looked like an orgy. He pointed it out to Vic, and they split their attention between the gorgeous floats and drunken people passing on the street below and the really creative sex on the opposite balcony.

Alex played with Vic's nipples as they watched, needing to tease him a little but not wanting to arouse either of them too much this early on. He wanted to see how long they could last like this. Just being deep inside Vic, almost motionless, felt incredible.

Moaning quietly, Vic lay his head against Alex's shoulder, his fingers twining with his lover's. "Can we do this every year?" he asked softly.  "Come back to watch Mardi Gras and fuck each other blind on the balcony?"

Vic liked the idea of that - the two of them, old and wrinkled watching the floats go by - maybe not naked then but still hot for each other. Still in love.

Shifting slightly, Vic flexed his inner muscles, caressing Alex's erection then reaching down between his legs with his free hand to pet the other man's balls. "Mmm - you feel good, 'lex. I love the feel of you inside me - hot and hard and weeping."

Alex groaned. "I'm not going to last long if you keep talking like that, beautiful. Watch the parade." He nipped at Vic's ear, smiling when the other man laughed. "Here. Occupy that pretty mouth with this." He placed two fingers against Vic's lips, moaning softly when they were sucked inside and Vic began nursing on them.

His other hand followed Vic's, petting his lover's balls as Vic was doing to him. "I love touching you, Vic. I can never get enough of you. God, before I met you, I'd go months at a time without sex; now I can't seem to go an hour without wanting you." He chuckled suddenly. "Not that I'm complaining, of course. We'd better buy shares in Gatorade though." He nuzzled against the side of Vic's neck, still chuckling.

"Oh, look at that one!" Alex indicated the float passing beneath them just then, filled with half naked women and men wearing not much more than feathers and sequins. "I'd love to see you wearing something like that. Might be even hotter than little bits of leather."

Releasing the fingers from his mouth with a last lick of his tongue, Vic turned his head slightly to nuzzle the older man's throat.  "Next year, 'lex.   One provocative Mardi Gras outfit a year, okay?"

Feeling a little devil possess him, Vic grinned into Alex's throat and circled his hips, driving Alex's cock deeper into him even as he squeezed his inner muscles rhythmically.

Alex yelped, involuntarily arching up into that tight, clinging grasp, then he nipped sharply at Vic's shoulder in punishment. His fingers tightened around Vic's scrotum, acting as a makeshift cockring. "Don't you dare come, Vic! I swear to god, I'll keep fucking you if you do and make you come again!"

Vic grinned and nipped at the older man's throat.  After the number of times that Alex had made him come that night, he was pretty sure he could last longer than his lover, if for no other reason than the fact that he was completely and utterly wiped out.  An erection was one thing, but his recovery time had increased greatly, so it would be a pretty good bet that he could keep it up longer than Alex this time around.  Besides, he was the one controlling their movements.

That in mind, the ex-cop continued to circle his hips and clamp down on his internal muscles, milking Alex for all he was worth.  Purring softly, Vic worried a small area of Alex's throat between his teeth, tormenting the older man further.  "_I'm_ not the one you should worry about, babe," he snickered as he slid a hand behind him to tweak a nipple.

"Bastard!" Alex groaned, his body tightening as Vic went for every erogenous zone he had. "Thought the idea was to stay like this till the end of the parade... or as long as we could wait?" He laughed shakily. "You have no patience, beautiful." He shifted his arms to the armrests, his fists clenching on them. "But if that's the way you want it..." He suddenly gripped Vic's hips and drove up into him, gasping his pleasure as Vic milked another orgasm from him.

Vic purred loudly as he felt Alex's warm seed fill him.  Very much a cat in heat the younger man slid over the sweat slick flesh in unadulterated bliss.  "Mmmm yeah, feels so good, 'lex," he whined as he pressed himself closer to Alex.  "Love you.  Love feeling you come inside me.  Knowing that I've got a part of you there, absorbed in my body."

"Me too," Alex sighed. "Mmm, sitting here holding you while watching the parade also works." He rubbed his head against Vic's shoulder, content just to be with him. As he glanced down the length of Vic's torso, a wicked grin appeared on his face.

"Gee, beautiful, looks like you have a problem there." He petted his lover's erection lightly. "Too bad I'm all done."

Moaning softly, Vic bit down hard on his lip to prevent the sound from getting louder.  "And you called me a bastard?" he managed to gasp out after a time.  Not waiting for Alex to answer him, Vic's hands slid up and down, one to a nipple and the other to his cock, and he began to stroke and play.

Alex chuckled, watching Vic play with himself, enjoying the sight. "I think I could watch you like this every day, Vic. So gorgeous. I wanna watch you come, baby. Show me, Vic."

Shivering at the heat in his lover's voice, Vic's head fell back against Alex's shoulder and his eyes drifted shut.  His hand began to stroke his cock faster and faster, and he pinched and pulled his nipples to the point that sharp spikes of pleasured pain coursed through him.

Faster and faster his hands teased his body, and he began to once more squeeze and release his anal muscles, stimulating his lover's spent cock once more.  With a last, shuddering cry Vic released a few trickles of semen and collapsed against Alex, well and truly spent.

Alex held Vic to him, petting him as he cooled down, scooping up his seed and bringing it to his mouth on his fingers, then licking them clean. "I think we can just watch the rest of the parade now, beautiful, then get a good night's sleep. Or do you want to go in now and get some rest?"

Vic sighed incoherently and snuggled deeper into his lover's embrace, more asleep than awake.  "Wha'ever you want, 'lex, love you," he got out as he nuzzled tiredly into the older man's neck.  "So long as I'm wi' you."

Alex stood, pulling Vic up with him, holding him close, then moved them inside the apartment and shut the patio doors behind them. "Come on, baby, we'll be a lot more comfortable in bed... and get fewer mosquito bites." They practically fell into bed and curled up in each other's arms, almost instantly asleep.

***

Alex lay on the couch, watching his lover of two weeks. "You know," he mused, "we never did make it to that leather club you talked about. I _really_ want to see you dressed up like my toy and know that you're all mine, that no one else can touch you. Still willing?"

He watched Vic carefully, not entirely certain how he'd react to the idea. While they often went out together -- Alex still thought they'd been one of the more popular attractions of this year's Mardi Gras festivities -- going to the club would very definitely put Vic in the submissive role, at least for the evening while they were there. No matter how much Vic liked being the bottom at home, Alex didn't know if he was ready to go that far in public.

"Only you would be able to touch me or get near me?" the Canadian asked, softly, just needing the verbal reassurance that he'd be taken care of and protected. He wanted to go to the club with Alex - wanted it so bad it was a fire in his cock. But he had to be sure that only Alex would be near him.

It was strangely terrifying. Walking around on the leash at Mardi Gras was one thing; it was tame compared to some of the more outrageous things they'd seen, and it had been all in fun. Some of these people were . . . wackos. And Vic didn't want them getting near him when he wasn't able to defend himself.

Alex almost snarled at the idea of anyone else touching his lover. "Definitely! I'll break the arm of anyone who tries to touch you! You're mine, beautiful. I do _not_ share." He pulled Vic close, holding him possessively. "They can look and die of envy," he laughed huskily, "but that's all. I'm the one who's going to be able to touch you, hold you against me, fuck you till you scream, then make you walk around covered in our come, and no one else will be able to do more than dream." He laughed. "They're going to want to kill me."

Vic whimpered softly and buried his head into Alex's chest to hide the flash of heat that shot through him. If Alex's dominance didn't turn him on as much as it did, Vic would find the situation almost laughable.

What had Ivy once called him? A definite Alpha male - and here he was happily rolling over and playing the 'bitch' without so much as a protest. And, god, he loved every fucking minute of it. It made those times when the roles got reversed even more piquant for their rareness.

"Are you gonna dress me too, master?" he purred, running his tongue up the center of Alex's chest, up his throat and over his chin, stopping only when his jade green eyes met Alex's darker agate ones.

"Oh yeah," Alex growled, an image of several things he had in the playroom that Vic hadn't seen yet flashing into his head. "If you're up for it, that is?" he questioned, wanting to hear Vic agree.

Vic slowly nodded his head. He wanted this, he truly did but . . . "Can I have a safe word - in case it gets to be too much, and I need to get out of there? I trust you completely, Alex. It's me I don't trust or the other patrons. I've never . . . done this before, and I'm a little nervous."

Alex hugged Vic tightly. "Of course, baby. I don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with. You pick a word and tell me what it is, and I swear, the moment you say it, we're outta there and on our way home." He kissed Vic tenderly. "I wanna keep my toy in good condition," he teased.

He flowed to his feet, pulling Vic with him. "Let's go find you something to wear," he said, practically rubbing his hands with anticipation as he pictured Vic wearing what he had in mind. He drew the other man toward the playroom, an arm around his waist.

Inside, he opened a closet they hadn't gone through together yet and flicked through the black leather hanging there, clearly looking for something in particular. "Ah, here they are!"

He pulled out a pair of black leather pants that laced up the sides from the hip-hugging waistband to the ankles, leaving a wide gap of flesh covered only by the leather criss-cross of the ties. He knew they'd fit Vic like a second skin. "Put these on, beautiful," he instructed, delving back inside the closet till he found a matching vest that laced up the front on both sides of the chest, leaving a wide V bare, starting just above the nipples.

"God, you're gonna be gorgeous," he murmured. "Too bad your nipple isn't pierced."

Vic gaped at the closet of clothes, then at Alex, and his eyes narrowed dangerously. "Please tell me you're the only one who's ever worn these clothes, Alex," he requested very precisely, his voice going ominously quiet as his jealousy flared to life in an instant.

Alex looked back him, his eyes unflinching. "I can't do that, Victor, but I can tell you that you're the only one I've ever cared about, the only one who mattered to me beyond getting off for a night. And I've _never_ gone out anywhere like this with anyone else."

"I don't expect you not to have had other lovers before me; I'm not that naïve. Just . . . god, don't tell me that I'm wearing clothes that someone else has. Call me crazy but the idea does real bad things to my stomach," Vic replied softly. "And don't expect me to like knowing there are people out there who've been where I am now; I can't do that anymore than you can. I just . . .

"I'm making a mess of this. Lemme go get changed," Vic sighed, turning quickly so that the glimmer of moisture he felt forming wouldn't become a full blown tear in front of Alex. He remembered only too well how much his tears affected his lover.

"Vic, wait, please. I'm the one making a mess of this. I honestly don't remember if anyone else has ever worn these clothes, baby, but I won't lie to you and say no when I'm not sure. But if it matters, I hadn't been to this house in over eight years until the night I brought you here. It's been longer than that since I had anyone here with me." He sighed.

"I remembered _buying_ these things, and I wanted to dress you in the sexiest thing I could think of. I don't remember anyone ever wearing them, beautiful, but I don't want you to put them on if it makes you uncomfortable," with a wistful glance at the leather garments.

"You make me crazy," Vic husked, turning to face the man he loved more than life. "I know you haven't lived the life of a saint, Alex; God knows I adore the fact that you're quite the sinner," Vic smiled as he moved in closer. "You just make me crazy. I'll do anything for you, you know - live for you, die for you, god help me, I'd even kill for you."

Tossing the pants over his shoulder, he sent the older man a seductive glance. "Care to help me put them on?"

Alex groaned softly. "I'd love to, baby, but then we'd never get out of here. How about you show me how sexy you can be putting your clothes _on_ instead?" He grinned at Vic, crossing his arms and leaning back against the wall.

"Guess that means I gotta take these ones off first, hunh?" the other man teased with a wink. "Need a little mood music to do that though," turning, Vic sauntered over to the sound system and rummaged around until he found the CD he wanted. Putting it in, he turned on the power and let the sultry, earthy sound of local jazz artists flow through the room and through him.

Closing his eyes, he began to unbutton his shirt one button at a time, rocking his hips to the soulful rhythm. Eventually the shirt came off, and Vic danced forward towards his lover, his eyes gone dark and needy.

Stopping in front of where he'd dropped the leather, Vic picked up the vest and slid it on, feeling the cool glide of leather against him. Slowly he tightened the laces, until the vest was a second skin and his nipples stood out in starkly red relief between the black crosshatching.

Next his hands drifted down to the button fly of his cut-offs. Once more he began to pop them a button at a time, this time letting his hand drift over his smooth, hairless skin, petting himself as each button came undone until his erection sprang hot and ready into his hand. Shimmying his hips, he let the shorts pool at his knees and stroked his cock for long moments, bringing the moisture he found there up to his lips and wetting them with it, leaving it there to glisten invitingly.

Turning, Vic bent at the waist, pushing the shorts down, exposing the slick rose pucker of his anus to his lover with another shake of his hips.

Alex bit his lip viciously, hands clenched at his sides as he fought to keep himself from falling on his lover like some starving animal. "Just remember that I'm gonna make you pay," he warned huskily, lust clear in his voice. His eyes raked hotly over the exposed body of the other man, and he promised himself that he'd make Vic scream later.

"Promise?" Vic shot back with a saucy grin over his shoulder. Standing at last he turned and snagged the pants sliding the leather up first one leg, then the other, caressing himself through the tight skin covering his flesh.

Lacing himself into the pants, Vic bit back his own moan of pleasure. The leather rubbed against his naked cock, the heat and the moisture making his upper lip glisten and his eyes burn fever bright.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," Alex gasped. He stared at Vic, body perfectly outlined in black leather, nothing left to the imagination, and yanked him into his arms for a hard, possessive kiss. "Christ, just stand there while I get dressed," he ordered, pointing to a spot on the floor just out of arm's reach.

He yanked out a pair of plain, black leather pants that looked as if they'd been painted on, and a black silk shirt, which he somehow managed to tuck in. Once dressed, he pulled Vic to him again fastening his mouth just below his lover's left nipple, biting and sucking till he'd marked the other man.

"There," he said with satisfaction. "No one will doubt you're mine now. Just needs one last thing." He pulled out the leather collar they'd bought together, waiting till Vic nodded before he fastened it around his lover's throat.

There was an almost immediate and perceptible shift in Vic's mannerisms. He softened, turned from an ex-cop Agency man, who, though not nearly as deadly as Alex, was more than a little intimidating, into a softer, more helpless sort of person. The kind that wore his master's collar. He became meek and soft and generally pliable.

Standing quiescent next to Alex's side, Vic waited, silent, to see what would happen next.

Alex watched him carefully, making sure that Vic was okay before moving on. "Time to go, baby. It's been a while for me, so I thought we'd try that club you mentioned to the blond himbo that night. You'll have to give me directions."

He led Vic out to the car while he was talking, smiling when Vic nestled sweetly against his side as soon as he settled himself behind the wheel. As usual, he drove with one hand, the other busy exploring Vic's body, enjoying the easy access to so much of his sensitive skin offered by the lacing.

Vic whimpered softly, spreading himself wider to allow Alex any and all access he desired. After all Alex was his Master, it was his right. "Director," he murmured softly, "The safe word is Director, and the club's on Burgundy Street in the French Quarter. It's called Rawhide.

"What do I call you there, once we get inside I mean? I've never gone to one of these places as a participant before, Alex, just as a cop there to make an arrest."

"You call me Alex, beautiful. We're playing, Vic, nothing more. I have no intention of humiliating you. I just intend to make you scream with pleasure," Alex replied quietly. "Unless you want to go farther? If you do, I'll play along, but only if _you_ want to. I don't need to play word games to know that you belong to me. And that I belong to you." He threw Vic a quick smile. "That's all I need to know."

"Alex," Vic husked, moaning quietly as each touch and caress aroused him more than the last one had. The idea of being made to scream in ecstasy in front of a room full of people watching him made Vic shiver with anticipation. To know that only Alex had that sort of control over his body.

"No, no word games are necessary. I know who I belong to," Vic smiled, leaning in to nibble on the taut line of Alex's neck before moving up to his tender lobe. "Never had any doubts that we belong to each other."

Alex shuddered slightly. "If you keep that up, baby, we're not going to be going anywhere. Christ, I can't get enough of you!" He forced himself to calm down a little, eyes raking hungrily over his lover.

"Put your right leg up on the seat, Vic," he directed, waiting till Vic had his foot braced against the passenger side door before rubbing his hand over the nicely exposed cock and balls clearly outlined beneath the straining black leather. "Very pretty," he approved, teasing the rock-hard bulge with clever fingers.

"It's going to be such fun watching every guy in the place drool over you and knowing that you're all mine, beautiful. They're going to want to die when I fuck you."

Vic whimpered low in his throat, a sort of keening, begging sound as his body automatically thrust up into the caresses. "Alex - Jesus, you keep this up, and I'm gonna come," he moaned softly, his head thrown back to rest on the older man's shoulder even as he worried the lip with pearly white teeth.

Sucking in great lungfuls of the moist night air, Vic tried to beat his raging libido into submission, but it was no use. Sitting next to a man who personified the phrase 'sex on a stick' made it impossible. Add to it that Vic was hopelessly lost in a sea of love and lust and all those other emotions, and it was game over. "Need you, 'Lex - every second of every day. God - I'm going to be raw for the rest of my life, but I don't care. I need to belong to you, to know you belong to me. Need to feel you on me, in me, over me - fucking me senseless, making me yours," Vic purred as he let Alex pet him closer and closer to his orgasm.

Alex watched Vic carefully, gauging his arousal and backing off just when orgasm appeared inevitable. "Careful, baby," he laughed, "we wouldn't want you to be limp and uninteresting when we get there." He smirked at Vic's sounds of distress, switching his attention to the hard nipples, pinching them lightly. "Hmm, it needs a little something. Check the glove compartment, beautiful. I think I might have a set of nipple clamps in there." He released Vic and waited to see if he'd actually get the toy out.

Vic rolled his eyes heavenward but reached into the glove box and, after rummaging around a bit, pulled out the requested hardware. "Shit, Alex - is that where you keep an emergency stash of toys? I saw _another_ cockring, a vibrator, lube and a set of handcuffs, for god's sake," he chuckled in faint disbelief as he handed the clamps to his lover.

Resuming his spot curled up next to Alex, his one leg across the seat and the other on the floor, Vic closed his eyes and relaxed into the powerful, leather-clad shoulder of his lover. "So, have at me, big boy," he teased softly, bringing a hand down to cup and caress Alex's tightly restrained erection.

Alex grinned wickedly. "Didn't you know? I'm a boyscout, always prepared." Ignoring Vic's snort of derision, he pulled the car over to the shoulder and took the clamps from him. "Need two hands for this," he purred, leaning in close to lick at the Vic's nipples, making sure they were rigid. Of course, being Alex, he had to play for a while, sucking and nipping at the aroused buds while Vic squirmed. Finally, he attached a clamp to one, adjusting it so it was tight enough to pinch... hard, then the other.

"Very pretty," he approved, tugging lightly on the chain that joined the clamps. He claimed Vic's mouth in a deep kiss, then shifted the car back into gear and drove on, still toying with the chain with one hand.

"'Lex," Vic whimpered softly, writhing in slight pain as his sensitized nubbins were teased and distended from the tugging on the chain. The rest of the drive passed in a blur as he focused inwards, on the sensations coursing though his body, making him rock hard and aching to be fucked - anywhere and any way his lover wanted him. At that particular moment, Vic would have said yes to anything at all that Alex proposed.

It was only the cessation of movement that made Vic's eyes finally open, and he stared myopically, trying to shake off the tunnel vision to figure out where they were. "We're here already?" he croaked, his voice as strained as his body. "God - Alex, please . . . fuck me!" he begged softly.

Alex gasped softly, his cock jumping at those words, but he forced down his arousal. "In time, beautiful. When you're desperate enough," he purred, knowing it would infuriate his lover. He snapped the leash onto Vic's collar and stepped out of the car, tugging the other man out behind him. He raked his eyes over the rigid cock straining the black leather at Vic's groin, and he smiled. "Very nice," he approved.

"Ready for this, Vic?" he checked one final time before leading his lover inside.

Vic was torn between running in terror, the urge to smash his lover's face in for his smug control over Vic's baser instincts, and the urge to get down on his knees and beg Alex to fuck him raw. Instead of giving in to any of them, he took a deep breath and nodded slowly, not trusting himself to speak.

Being lead around on a leash was a new experience for him - and it was strangely exhilarating. He didn't have to be in control of himself here; in fact it would be his loss of control that got him fucked in the end. Walking into the club, he felt as if all eyes were on him, and he felt more exposed than he'd ever been in his life. And yet there were even more outlandishly dressed couples - gay and lesbian alike - and even a few mixed sexes who were there to 'experience' alternative living.

He knew he must look a sight, his head moving back and forth as if he were at Wimbledon, but he couldn't help himself. He felt a hand reach out and test the firmness of his ass, and he squeaked and pressed closer to his lover, "Umm - Alex? Are they supposed to touch?" he asked softly, not sure of the rules of the game.

Alex's head whipped around, and a feral green gaze swept over the people nearby. "No, baby," he replied loud and clear. "They are _not_ supposed to touch, and anyone I catch with their hand on you is going to leave with fewer limbs than they arrived with." Noting the space that immediately cleared around them with satisfaction, he shifted Vic in front of him to go the bar. He got them both drinks and moved through the crowd, heading for the back room.

Vic shivered as his arousal doubled then doubled again. Alex was being dangerous tonight - and, god, how Vic responded to that like a tom in heat. He followed Alex obediently, knowing full well this was what he wanted, and when the older man sat in a stuffed chair to watch one of the shows a master and slave were performing on the stage, Vic sank to the soft cushion positioned beside the chair and rested his head on Alex's leg, waiting to see what the assassin would do next. Alex smiled down at his beautiful lover, once again amazed at how submissive he could be when he wanted to be. He spread his legs, petting Vic's head with one hand, and tugged on the leash with the other. "Suck me, beautiful. See if you can make me come at the same time the guys on the stage do."

Vic whimpered softly, but willingly obliged. Crawling in between Alex's legs, he unzipped his lover and carefully pulled out the older man's erection. Working his way between Alex's thighs so that he was in the perfect position to please his lover, Vic began to lick the erect cock like a lollipop, long, savoring licks while he watched Alex from beneath hooded eyes.

Feeling a slight tug on the leash around his neck, Vic took the crown between his full, pouting lips and began to tease his tongue against the sensitive underside, waiting to see how Alex would encourage him to do more.

Alex shivered, Vic's teasing driving him to the edge of insanity. He reached down and tugged sharply on the chain between the nipple clamps. "I said suck me, not tease me," he snapped, only the watchful glint in his eyes showing that he was playing a part and watching for Vic's reactions before deciding how far to go.

"Delaying it will only frustrate you, baby," he rasped. "Until I come and you get me hard again, you don't get fucked." He leaned back in the chair after a final tug at the chain and watched Vic out of hooded eyes.

Whimpering, Vic set to work at pleasing his lover, wanting to drive Alex over the edge as quickly as possible then get him hard again. He needed to be fucked dammit! This waiting was killing him. Relaxing his throat muscles, Vic's head began to bob deeper and deeper as he took more and more of Alex in.

His tongue lashed at the hard flesh filling his mouth, and his teeth scraped lightly over the sensitive flesh on each upstroke. Vic's hands came up to tease and fondle Alex's balls, rolling them softly in his hands and, in a last desperate measure, Vic began to hum softly, letting each vibration of his throat sink into Alex's cock, caressing the swollen flesh.

Alex gasped softly, hips arching off the seat then falling back as Vic drove him over the edge into ecstasy. His eyes closed as he came in Vic's mouth, a faint whine of pleasure forcing its way between gritted teeth. He let Vic continue to lick and play with him for a moment, cleaning him, then pulled his head away.

"Come here," he said, pulling Vic onto his lap, arranging his lover to his satisfaction, with Vic curled against his chest. He smiled contentedly, petting Vic's hard cock, teasing him.

"Alex, please," Vic whimpered softly as he was stroked and teased incessantly. The cool air-conditioned breeze in the room teased over the skin of his legs and chest that was exposed by the lacings or lack of any covering at all. He moaned softly and began to writhe against the firm body beneath him, silently begging to be fucked.

Knowing Alex was serious, that he wouldn't fuck Vic until he'd aroused the older man again, Vic turned his head into Alex's neck and began to whisper softly. "I want to feel you inside me, Lex, feel the slow burn when you push yourself inside, feel you begin to move slowly, then faster and faster until you're slamming into me. I want to hear you growl and feel your hands so tight on me they leave bruises.

"I want you to fuck me so hard that I can't even scream because you've taken me beyond speech into that mindless place that only you can make me go to. The one where I'm a whimpering, sobbing animal. Then I want to feel you fill me, I want your come inside of me, Alex, I want it to bathe me, feel its hot burn as it coats me - marks me as yours and yours alone," he purred, licking his lover's neck before suckling on the skin there.

"I need you, Alex - every minute of every day. I'd die if you ever left me now; you've made me yours heart, body and soul. You've changed me - turned me into someone I don't really know but I love - you've remade me into something that's yours and yours alone," the Canadian continued, squirming harder into the now burgeoning erection beneath his ass. "Please, Alex. . ."

Alex gasped softly, incredibly aroused by Vic's words, his body already hardening again. "Jesus Christ," he groaned, "what you do to me ought to be illegal!" He reached between Vic's legs, stroking the hard cock again, then sliding his hand further down to cup Vic's balls, rubbing them through the tight leather. He couldn't believe that he was already hard again, but he was.

"Undo your pants enough to push 'em down over your ass, baby, then take my cock inside your ass. But that's all. You don't move once I'm inside you, or I'll pull out and make you wait till we get home," he warned, knowing that he was driving Vic wild.

"Alex, not fair," Vic whimpered softly, but immediately did as he was commanded and laced his pants down far enough to slide them over his ass. The cool slap of air on his fever hot skin made him moan softly, the cool air a voluptuous caress.

Reaching behind him, Vic found Alex's hard cock and held it steady as he slowly lowered himself upon it. "Jesus," he moaned as he sank down inch by slow inch until his lover was buried to the root in his ass and Vic was biting his lip raw in an effort not to move.

"Very good, beautiful," Alex praised, tugging at the chain between Vic's nipples again, then dropping his hand. He slowly worked down the loosened leather pants till Vic's rampant cock sprang free, and he rubbed a teasing thumb over the head. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small leather strap that he attached around the base of Vic's cock and sac, pushing down and separating his balls. He smiled evilly and petted the rock hard balls, running a finger along the edge of the strapping.

"Now you can move, baby," he urged, his fist closing around Vic's cock and pumping rapidly.

Wailing in soft dismay, Vic's head fell back against Alex's chest as he began to move as commanded. "Alex, please. God, oh god, Alex," he moaned, his head tossing back and forth as his body was racked with shudder after shudder of dry orgasm while it strained for the real thing.

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