Mile High Club
Double the Fun II
By Angyl and Orithain
December 2000
Disclaimers: Victor, Mac, the Director and everyone you recognize from
Once a Thief belong to Alliance-Atlantis, and Alex Krycek belongs to Chris
Carter and 1013 Productions.
Alex sat in the airplane seat, practically exuding a cloud of irritation.
The day had started badly when he'd discovered that Vic's bitch of a boss
expected them to sit in coach. He'd upgraded his and Vic's seats to first
class, his glare just daring her to say a word.
Unfortunately, that left them nearer her, since she, of course, was in
first class, but Alex was damned if he was going to make himself and Vic
suffer trying to fit their long legs in back there. A sharp nudge of Vic's
elbow had made him upgrade Mac's seat as well. He was glad that the other
agents had already been sent back to Toronto earlier that day before he'd
even had to meet them. Otherwise, he was sure his fair-minded lover would
have insisted on moving them all into first class as well.
So now he sat beside his lover, bodies pressed together, unable to do a
damn thing because of the Director and Ramsey, who looked at him like he was
some kind of rabid dog. Alex promised himself that if they tried to take Vic
away from him, they would die. Especially that pouty-lipped kid who looked
at Vic like a kid in a candy store.
Vic sighed and looked at Alex's stormy face, then at Mac, who was trying
so hard to be subtle about staring at his lover as if Alex was some bizarre
aberration and failing miserably. The Director sat on the other side of the
plane smirking at the tension between her agent and her newest acquisition.
Vic, Vic was just tired and miserable and pissed that he had to justify his
relationship when he shouldn't have to.
Unsnapping his seatbelt, Vic stood abruptly. "I need to stretch my
legs," he announced with a slight growl, his hand briefly caressing his
lover's shoulder to show Alex it wasn't him that had set Vic off. Moving
down the aisle, Vic passed through the curtain that divided first class from
business, then through the one that separated business from coach. He walked
to the very back of the plane, finally coming to stand in the empty crew
galley opposite the washrooms. Closing his eyes, he rested his forehead
against the cool metal of the hull and prayed for patience.
Alex stared after his lover, seething at the upset he could see in the
tense line of his shoulders. Tossing a venomous green glare in the direction
of the others that froze Mac in the act of standing up to follow Vic, Alex
went after the other man.
Reaching the back of the plane, he saw his lover leaning against the
wall, and he swore under his breath. "Please don't let them get to you,
baby," he pleaded, wrapping his arms around Vic's middle. "I
couldn't stand it if I lost you now."
"It's not that - it's... I hate the way they treat you. I love
you so why the hell can't they be happy for me? I mean - I was Mac's best
man at his almost wedding, for christ's sake. What's wrong with them being
happy for me for once?"
Sighing, he leaned back into the comforting embrace of his lover, resting
his head on Alex's shoulder. "You're not going to lose me, Alex; I'm
yours for life. No getting rid of me unless you want to," the
younger man chuckled, rubbing his head and his ass against the ex-assassin.
"Did you know that you're taller than me - by about an inch but
you're still taller. It makes my head fit perfectly into the crook of your
neck," the Canadian mused happily.
Alex hugged him closer. "Like that's ever going to happen," he
scoffed. "Don't want to get rid of you, just want you." He
nipped at Vic's ear, a habit he'd developed. "Never really noticed
before, but you're right. Makes us fit real well."
He rubbed against Vic as the younger man was doing to him, biting back a
moan. "I want you now, damnit. I don't care how much of a cliche it is,
get your ass inside that washroom!" He nudged Vic toward the tiny room,
unable to wait another minute suddenly.
Vic chuckled, a throaty and tempting sound. "Feeling a little
desperate are we, lover?" he purred as he ground back into Alex
teasingly. "Never took you for a cliche sort of guy... the Mile High
Club, Alex?"
At his lover's growl of frustration, Vic turned his head and nipped at
the older man's throat before sauntering across the galley and into the
single washroom there. Vic made short work of undoing his jeans, leaving
them hanging open for Alex to push down. Bracing his hands against the wall,
Vic waited for his lover to join him.
Alex took a deep breath to calm himself before following his tease of a
lover, managing to fit inside the sardine can-sized room and close the door
behind him. He gasped when he saw Vic standing waiting for him, his jeans
loose and his growing cock pushing out the opening. "God, you're so
fucking gorgeous," he rasped, unfastening his own black denims and
pushing them down around his knees.
He fitted himself to Vic's back, worming a hand under his shirt to stroke
his firm belly, then down to pet the smooth, hairless skin at the base of
his cock. "Mmmm," he purred, "think we need to shave you
again, beautiful. Wouldn't want you to itch."
Vic whimpered softly as the memories flooded back. Who'd have thought
he'd have such a visceral reaction to the mere suggestion of being shaved
again? Alex seemed to delight in finding new ways to make Vic shiver in
voluptuous anticipation.
If anyone had told him a month ago he'd let someone shave him, tell
someone to shave him and enjoy the process so much that he was ready to come
right now just at the memory of it, he'd have shot the guy in order to be
kind to him. After all anyone that crazy would have been in pain, right?
"Alex," the ex-cop moaned softly, thrusting back into his
lover's cock. "Fuck me, will ya?"
"Your wish is my command, baby," Alex purred. "Kind of
hard to get you ready in these cramped quarters, though." He shifted
around slightly, wedging himself into a corner, then squirted some of the
liquid soap onto his fingers and carefully worked them into his impatient
lover. He gave Vic the minimum of preparation before slicking some of the
pink liquid onto himself and pushing into him.
Both men moaned their satisfaction at the initial sensation of filling
and being filled, then Alex pushed him down over the sink and began to
thrust into him, hips moving rapidly. Both were on the edge from having been
under observation for the last while and from the tension of the Agency's
clear dislike of Alex and his presence in Vic's life. It didn't take long
for Alex to start gritting his teeth as he attempted to hold back his orgasm
until Vic came.
It was a rush akin to the one he'd felt at Mardi Gras and the leather
club. There it had been from the exposure, the knowing that people were
watching him, watching Alex fuck him. Here it was the thrill of being
caught, of making a noise that would give them away. Who'd have thought that
he, Victor Mansfield, ex-cop, full time dork, was a closet exhibitionist?
Guess he'd been waiting for the right man to bring it out in him.
Biting his lip at the tiny moan that threatened to escape, Vic looked up
into the mirror and met Alex's eyes in the reflection and gasped in heat.
They'd never stood in front of a mirror when making love before, and to see
the two similar faces next to each other, only expressions, mannerisms and a
few subtle differences present to tell them apart, was the most erotic thing
Vic had ever seen.
"God, 'Lex," Vic managed to moan. "Look at us. We're...
it's so fucking hot. Need to do this again in front of a full length mirror
when we get home," the younger man groaned quietly, thrusting back
against his lover hard. "Harder, 'lex," Vic whispered
breathlessly. "Fuck me harder!"
"With pleasure," Alex purred in his ear, speeding the motions
of his hips, trying not to bump against the sides of this vertical sardine
can as he did. He stared into Vic's eyes in the mirror, seeing his lover's
pupils dilate until they swallowed all but the thinnest ring of green. He
pounded into Vic's ass, watching the younger man spread his legs wider and
arch his back more deeply in his attempts to take him even deeper.
"So fucking gorgeous, so perfect, all mine," he growled.
"Come for me, Vic. I want to see you come." He bit down on Vic's
shoulder blade.
Vic bit down hard on his bottom lip to avoid the tiny scream of pleasure
that threatened to burst out of him. He'd never been this vocal in sex until
Alex had claimed him - quite literally as well as figuratively.
Staring into his lover's eyes, he watched Alex's face turn almost
saturnine with pleasure; if anyone else had looked at his lover right now,
Vic was sure they would have called him evil incarnate. But Vic knew
differently. No one who could make him feel this good and love him this much
could be as bad as Alex kept assuring Victor he was.
Reaching behind him, Vic insinuated a hand between their bodies in order
to feel Alex sliding in and out of him. It was the most erotic thing he'd
ever felt... and it tipped him over the edge. Swinging his head around, the
Agency man latched on to his lover's neck and bit down hard in order to
muffle his screams as he came hard enough to paint the mirror with proof of
his passion.
Alex jerked in a paroxysm of pleasure when Vic slipped his hand between
them. He could feel Vic's fingers on him whenever he pulled back and the
tight, clinging heat of his ass when he pushed inside again. That sensation
drove him to the edge, and the ripples running through Vic's body as he came
threw him into ecstasy. He bit back his own scream of pleasure, nearly
losing the battle to remain quiet when Vic's mouth fastened onto his neck.
He slumped over Vic, both of them leaning on the edge of the sink, then
raised his head to grin at his lover in the mirror. "Just keeps getting
better and better, doesn't it?" he observed, his previous ill humor
cleared up as if by magic. He remained still, wanting to stay inside Vic as
long as possible, wishing they didn't have to go back up front with those
weird Agency people.
Vic smiled tiredly and reached behind him to stroke his lover's face,
watching his movements in the mirror. His other hand twined with one of
Alex's where the older man had them wrapped around Vic's waist.
"Yeah, you do keep getting better and better," the ex-cop
husked, deliberately misinterpreting the statement. "I love you,
Alex," he sighed, resting his head on the older man's shoulder, a look
of extreme contentment on his face.
"The only complaint I have, if any," he continued with a wry
chuckle, is that this countertop is fucking cold!" A tiny shiver
emphasized his declaration as the cool metal caused his skin to bump.
Alex snickered. "Hey, if you'd stop wiggling your tail at me, I
wouldn't have to keep dragging you into the nearest semi-private spot, and
you wouldn't be cold." Seeing Vic open his mouth to reply, he stopped
him by the simple expedient of kissing him. When he finally released his
lover's lips, he smirked at him. "But don't you dare change. I like you
being slutty."
He reluctantly withdrew from the Canadian, wiped himself off, and tucked
himself into his trousers so he could fasten them. In moments, he looked as
if nothing had happened. Vic, on the other hand, looked well-fucked.
He grinned at Vic. "I'm going to get off on thinking of you sitting
there for the rest of the flight, with my come in you, slowly seeping out,
and when we get wherever it is we're going, I'm going to fuck you so hard
you see stars." He pressed another hard kiss to Vic's mouth, then
helped fix his clothes. "Ready?"
Vic gasped breathlessly as his cock twitched to life once more at his
lover's hot words. "And you call me a slut? Fu-uck," he moaned as
he tried to finger comb his hair to some semblance of order.
Splashing some cold water on his face and righting his own clothes, Vic
gave Alex one last, lingering kiss. "We're going back to my apartment,
then we're gonna find a place of our own, 'lex. And then you get to meet the
rest of the family - oh joy!"
Rolling his eyes as he opened the bathroom door, Vic came face to face
with the Director. "Ummm..."
"Quite the show, boys. I can see I'm going to have some interesting
tapes in the future," the leather clad woman chuckled as she eyed the
two men with newfound appreciation.
"It should be almost as entertaining as introducing Alex to, as you
said, Victor, the rest of the family, though I think I'll leave the
introduction to Nathan up to you."
With that last, parting remark the Director sauntered towards first class
and Mac.
"Oh shit!" Vic winced as he heard Alex's growl and waited for
the barrage of questions.
"Never mind," Alex grumbled, still basking in post-coital
bliss. "I don't want to know. Whatever it is can wait until I actually
have to deal with it." He nudged Vic forward, heading for their seats.
"But who's Nathan?"
Vic groaned. "You don't wanna know, 'lex, trust me. You don't wanna
know."
END
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