Double the Fun X
Four's a Crowd
Angyl, Orithain & Rina
January 2003
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.
A wave of water splashed out of the sink, sending Mac skidding back out
of the way to avoid getting his clothes wet. "You know," he
commented to Vic as the older man slammed another dish into the soapsuds,
"those will get cleaner if you leave some water in there to wash them
with."
At Vic's growled out answer, Mac sighed and shook his head, retreating
into the dining room to grab the last of the dishes from their interrupted
evening meal. He could hear Alex banging around upstairs, the low murmur
of his voice accompanied by the opening and closing of doors as he dragged
out his armament to take on his trip.
After piling the last of the plates into a stack, Mac paused to survey
the remains of the ruined meal. "Well, this night definitely did not
work out like we planned," he muttered to himself, leaning in to blow
out the ivory candles before they burned away to nothing in their holders.
What had started out as a relaxing gourmet dinner and a prelude to some
good dirty fun later on had turned sour the moment the phone rang.
Mac had no clue who someone named Frohike was, but from the speed that
Alex shot out of his chair to grab the phone before the other man could
disconnect, obviously he did. The mention of the word 'Washington' made
Victor blanch and leave the table, leaving Mac wondering just what the
hell was going on now.
Well, now he knew a little more, though he still had no idea why Alex had
to fly to the States tonight to help some FBI agent who, according to
Victor, he had a past with. What really was bothering Mac though was the
tension that had sprung up between the two older men the moment Alex
announced that he had to leave, that he, in fact, had tickets on a flight
out in three hours.
Carrying the plates back into the kitchen, Mac stopped, watching the
tense way Victor was holding himself and the careful way he was moving. He
was hurting, there was no doubt about it, but if he thought Alex was
insane enough to leave him for some dweeby Feeb, then perhaps the ex-cop
was the one who was nuts.
Enough was enough. Grabbing Vic's arm, Mac bodily hauled him away from
the sink, ignoring his protest that the dishes weren't done. "Damn
things will keep and you know it," he growled, hustling Vic toward
the stairs and into the room where Alex was, shutting and locking the door
behind them.
"The way I see it," Mac said, grinning in response to the two
almost identical looks of annoyance and bewilderment that greeted his
action, "is that we've got an hour and a half before Alex needs to be
at the airport. Now you two can spend it arguing or sulking at each other
if you want. Me, I'd rather us all spend it giving ourselves something to
think about until he comes home."
The lanky ex-thief leaned up against the doorjamb at that, eyeing his
two lovers. "So, what's it going to be, Things?"
"Mac," Vic began helplessly, trying to explain to the younger
man what he didn't understand himself. He couldn't understand why Alex had
to go help Mulder; the guy had thrown him in jail, used Alex as a whipping
boy and had nearly gotten Alex's arm hacked off in some backwoods Russian
stalag. But here he was, leaving their home, his job, Mac and Vic
dammit to go help this guy. It hurt.
"You're right," he choked out after a few moments, not really
knowing what else to say. "But we've only got about 45 minutes - you
still gotta drive to the airport," Vic pointed out rationally, trying
any and everything to distract himself. But damned if he was going to see
Alex off without a good reason. Not for this.
"Anyone got any suggestions - I'm fresh out, right now," he
continued, trying to mask the slight quiver in his voice with a throaty
laugh.
"Well," Mac answered, grinning as he folded his arms across
his chest, "you made dinner, I bought the wine, and Alex was supposed
to provide dessert, so I'd say it was up to him, wouldn't you?" He
looked pointedly at the former assassin who was standing next to his
suitcase, daring him to turn them down.
Alex sighed, arms crossed defensively over his chest. "I'm not
going to apologize for having a past. There are some things I'm going to need
to do when they come up. I can't ignore that, guys." He slumped
against the wall, turning a pleading gaze on Vic. "But you're who I
come home to," he reminded. "I have a home now."
He straightened up and stepped toward Vic, holding a hand out to him.
"Let me take the taste of you with me?" he asked, a wicked smile
curving the corners of his mouth, while his free hand settled on Mac and
began to tease him into arousal.
He sank to his knees in front of Vic, then proved that it really is
possible to unfasten someone's pants using only a mouth. He smiled smugly
at the growing length that he freed, his tongue darting out to flick over
it quickly, teasingly. "Unless you aren't interested?" He
smirked up at the other man, his hands still busy between Mac's legs.
"Dammit, Alex," Vic sighed softly. "You could get me hot
even if I was cold and in the ground. Chances are I'm going to die with
your cock up my ass and mine in Mac's," he grinned at his long time
partner and sometime friend turned lover.
"Just be careful, okay? Last time you were in Washington the idiot
threw you in jail - and now you're running off to help him." Shaking
his head at something he thought was a stupid thing to do, he brought one
hand down to move Alex towards his erection, and the other brought Mac
into a soft kiss.
But not before he bent close and whispered in the younger man's ear.
"Thank you, sweetheart. For everything." Sighing, the ex-cop let
himself get lost in the pleasure of being with the men he loved,
forgetting for the moment everything else.
"Any time," Mac replied, quirking a grin and arching his hips
forward into Alex's wicked hands, his half-lidded eyes darting back and
forth between Vic's pleasure-infused expression and the way Alex was now
devouring his double's shaft. "But, Alex, can't let you have all the
fun, and we can't let you go without the taste and feel of us."
Catching the older man's hand, Mac sucked his fingers into his mouth,
laving the digits with his tongue before removing them and settling them
on Vic's now bare hip. Moving around Alex, he knelt behind the older man,
running his hands up his back beneath the light shirt, tickling the bare
skin there. Conscious of their shortage of time, Mac slid his hands around
Alex's chest, then down to begin working at his belt buckle, all the time
watching the erotic movements of Alex's head over Victor's groin and
listening to the groaned out words and pleas from Vic's lips.
Alex shivered when he felt Mac start to undress him as well, making his
mouth close slightly and his teeth scrape lightly over Vic's cock before
he realized what he was doing. After a soothing lap of his tongue along
the quivering shaft, he released Vic momentarily to whisper, "Fuck
me, Mac. I want to feel you inside me."
He pushed his ass back against the growing hardness behind him and took
Vic back into his mouth, sucking hard before again releasing him.
"Which way do you want it, beautiful? Want me to suck you off or fuck
you?" Pleasure contorted Alex's face as Mac touched him, but he kept
his eyes fixed on Vic's.
Vic looked down at his other self, the dark to his light, the yin to
his yang. "I need you in me, 'Lex, please?" the younger
man begged quietly, needing this mark of possession, to feel Alex's seed
flood him and claim him all over again. To keep him warm inside, if only
for a while.
Caressing first Alex's head, then Mac's, Vic began to remove his own
clothes, tugging off his shirt and shimmying out of his tight pants,
letting Alex hold him steady while he stepped out of each leg. "Where
do you want me, 'Lex?"
Moving quietly, Mac continued stripping Alex, not wanting to disturb
the tableaux before him. This was about Vic and Alex, and for now he was
grateful to be included in it. The two of them had a connection that ran
so deep that it was baffling, and there were times, like this one, when he
knew it was better to sit back and wait.
After divesting Alex of his shirt, Mac pulled off his own clothes,
waiting until the older man told Vic where he wanted him to continue
stripping him.
Alex urged Vic over to the bed and down to his knees beside it.
"Lean over and rest your chest on the bed, baby. Make sure you're
comfortable." When he was sure Vic was settled, he wrenched off his
jeans, sank down behind his lover, his tongue darting out to flick over
the sensitive opening before he straightened up and reached for the lube
on the nightstand.
He prepared Vic, biting his lip as the other man moaned and squirmed
under his touch, then slicked himself and pressed inside, feeling the
tight heat close around him. "God, baby, I love you so much," he
moaned. "How can you not know that? I'd die before I'd leave you,
Vic."
He pushed as deep inside Vic as he could get, then held himself still.
He twisted to look back at Mac. "Want you inside me, Macky, please.
Need to feel you both, need to know you want me back."
"Another crazy one if he thinks we don't want him," Mac
growled to himself, grabbing the lube that Alex had dropped, putting it to
good use, then seating himself fully within the older man, causing him to
push even deeper into Victor.
While the ex-thief stroked Alex's back and side with one hand as he
moved shallowly within him, he slid the other hand farther forward,
circling Vic's chest and rubbing at a tightly peaked nipple. The feeling
of both men bucking underneath him was damn hot, and Mac leaned in,
closing his teeth around Alex's earlobe, biting lightly before latching
onto his neck, raising a deep purple mark with the force of his
attentions.
Alex moaned, his hips moving frantically, trying to get deeper inside
Vic and force Mac further into him. He arched his head back, baring his
throat to Mac, feeling the younger man mark him.
"Making sure everybody knows I'm taken?" he asked, amusement
mixed with the arousal in his voice.
"Damn straight," Vic growled out from beneath Alex, then
moaned as his lover nudged his prostate. It was a wild ride; it was almost
as if both Alex and Mac were fucking him at the same time, their combined
weight a blanket of comfort, their words the rocks he clung to.
"Love you both," the ex-cop managed to gasp out as he bucked
forward, his body turning into one complete erogenous zone. Needing more,
wanting more, Vic reached up and snagged Mac's hand, the one teasing his
nipples, and moved it down to his blood-engorged cock. Doing the same with
one of Alex's hands so that both men were wrapped around his cock and each
other, Vic silently begged to be stroked.
"Figured you'd like that better than a collar and license,"
Mac gasped. Ending up on top of the pile like this always made him feel
like he was riding some primal ocean current, the waves and undulations
beneath him carrying him along to some far flung shore where he'd happily
spend the rest of his life.
His fingers twined with Alex's around Vic's erection, and together they
began pumping. Each stroke raised new cries from Victor's lips and spurred
them all on, each upwards buck of Vic's body pushing Alex back against Mac
to be countered by a thrust that reversed the process, pressing them all
against the side of the bed.
"One word about flea shots, and you're a dead man, Macky,"
Alex gasped out, his mind shattering under the dual stimulation. He
whined, his hips bucking relentlessly back and forth. He laced his fingers
with Mac's so they pumped Vic's cock between them, his other hand tracing
shaky patterns over Vic's chest and hip.
"God! Can't... coming!" He wailed his climax, overwhelmed
with the pleasure that wouldn't stop, Mac still driving into him, Vic
still clenching around him.
Feeling his lover's come inundate him sent Vic spiraling into his own
orgasm. Crying out, Vic painted the side of the bed with his seed, his
hands fisting the comforter convulsively as he choked out a cry of
completion.
Panting and bucking upwards into Alex and down into the combined fists
of Alex and Mac, Vic's eyes rolled back into his head, and he felt as
though his heart would burst from the sheer pleasure of it all. "GOD!
Alex, Mac!"
Collapsing at last into the bed, he smiled tiredly as he felt Alex
nuzzle his neck and listened to the musical sound of Mac as he came,
filling Alex as Alex had filled him, joining them all in the most primal,
visceral way he could imagine.
Once the last spasms of his orgasm left him, Mac pried his hand from
Alex's hip and braced it against the side of the bed beside his lovers
before collapsing against the older man's back, careful not to crush Vic
with their combined weight. "Mmm," he sighed, flicking his
tongue over the warm patch on Alex's skin where he'd marked the other man
before, at the same time slowly stroking Vic's softening cock, spreading
his seed over his skin and Alex's hand as well.
"Now that's the kind of dessert I like," he chuckled,
determined not to let the other two fall into their moods again.
"Just needs a little chocolate sauce to be perfect."
Alex laughed weakly, still trying to catch his breath. "Who needs
chocolate when you two are around? This is much better," he purred.
He wrapped an arm tightly around Vic's waist to hold them together and
shifted his weight to the side, tipping them over so they ended up on
their sides, still joined.
"If you want chocolate sauce, babe, we go shopping for rubber
sheets because I am not cleaning up that particular mess!" Vic
chuckled softly.
"With this for inspiration, you can be sure I'll hurry home,"
Alex said. "But I do have to go... just not this very minute,"
he added, feeling Vic stiffen against him.
"It's not what you think, Vic," he finally tried to explain.
"I owe Mulder. I've done or been involved in doing a lot of
shitty things to him the last few years, things he didn't deserve. Hell, I
killed the guy's father! He was a bastard, but he was still his father. If
I can help him, make up for what I've done in some small way, I have to
try. Please understand, baby." He held Vic to him even more tightly
and pressed back against Mac, seeking comfort.
Sobering, Vic listened to Alex's impassioned plea and then swallowed
hard. Twining his fingers through Alex's, he reached out with the other
hand to grab Mac's tightly. "I know, 'Lex. It's just that he...
Before you, when I didn't know how you felt either, Mac, no one ever
stayed. Gloria, Ivy, Li Ann, Stan, they all left, and I began to think
that it was me, you know? I wasn't good enough, or there was something
missing that when people stuck around long enough, they discovered and
decided to hit the road in order to find someone better.
"And then you kidnapped me, Alex, and suddenly there was someone
who did think I was good enough, and then you showed up, Mac, and for the
first time in a long time I had family again, not like my sorry excuse for
one or that mob family I got mixed up with a while back. A real family.
Guess I'm still pretty insecure about letting you go when you need to.
Hell, chances are if the Tangs suddenly needed Mac for something, I'd
react the exact same way.
"I know you've got things and people in your past that you owe,
'Lex. I guess I just didn't expect them to start showing up so soon - and
in the form of Fox Mulder. If," Vic swallowed the lump in his throat
and tried to calm his racing heart. "If helping Mulder helps you,
then I want you to go. Just come home okay?"
"One day someone is going to have to explain to me just who this
Mulder guy is," Mac sighed, kissing Alex's neck and squeezing Vic's
hand before rolling off of them to sit against the side of the bed.
"Damn, the two of you look good like that," he continued,
running his palm along both the other men's sides. "Double exposure
kind of thing." Groaning softly, he pushed himself up to his feet,
then leaned in and kissed them both. "I'm going to go jump in the
shower. You need some time together." Silencing the start of a
protest, Mac shook his head, heading into the bathroom. "No fighting
though!" he yelled back over his shoulder before shutting the door.
"I will always come home to you, beautiful," Alex vowed, then
kissed the back of Vic's neck. "I love you. I could never leave you.
I love you both," he added. "Don't ever doubt that I love you
more than anything, Vic. I even put up with that bitch and haven't killed
her.
"I need to do this, but I'll come back to you as soon as I can.
You're part of me now, Vic. I swear I won't be gone long. Please, try to
trust me."
"I do trust you, Alex. Unconditionally. It's this Feebie
that I don't. He threw you in jail the last time you saw him,
dammit!" Vic growled in remembrance. "What's to stop him from
doing it again once you save his sorry ass?"
Vic shifted until Alex got the idea and reluctantly slid out of him.
The ex-cop bit back a groan of disappointment and loss. Turning, he
caressed Alex's face, drawing him down for a deep kiss. "I just worry
about you. Some of the stuff you've told me about your past terrifies me.
Not what you did, you were between a rock and a hard place, and I know how
that can be. It's this ex-boss of yours; he makes the dragon lady look
like a saint. He didn't seem happy to give you up, 'lex, and I'm terrified
he's gonna try something. You going back there puts you right in his line
of sight.
"But... I know you have to do this, and I have to learn to live
with my fears. So, what say you forgive me for being such an insecure
prick and we go play with our very own rubber 'Macky'?" he
half-grinned, pressing a kiss to Alex's throat.
Alex had to laugh, imagining Mac's reaction to being called that.
"He'll shoot you without compunction if he hears you call him that,
you know," he pointed out. Still grinning, he stood up, stretching
unselfconsciously beneath Vic's appreciative gaze. He glanced at the clock
and sighed. "No way in hell I'm going to make my flight now, so we
might as well take our time and enjoy it. I'll charter a plane when I get
to the airport."
He held out a hand to Vic, who was still lying comfortably on the bed.
"Come on, let's go see if Mac can come out and play."
The chill wind whipping along the tarmac made Mac hunch his shoulders
upwards, but he dragged his hands out of his pockets to pretend to
straighten the collar of Alex's leather jacket. The three of them were
standing outside near the streamlined Gulfstream jet Alex had chartered
for his trip to Washington, and the hour of his departure was at hand.
"Now, dear, are you sure you packed lots of clean
ammunition?" the ex-thief asked in an attempt at a motherly sounding
voice. "You know you don't want to get into an accident with dirty
bullets."
He'd been joking and teasing like this the whole way to the airport in
an attempt to keep both Victor and Alex from brooding, and honestly, Mac
was exhausted. It might also have had something to do with the fact that
he was realizing that he was going to be missing the older man a lot more
than he let on, but that was something he really wasn't trying to examine
too closely at the moment. It was bad enough being in love with one of the
Things - but with both of them? That was a disaster waiting to happen.
Vic laughed wanly and squeezed Mac's hand. The younger man thought he
was so tough, but he was absolutely transparent when it came to people he
cared about - and Vic knew damn well that Alex was growing on Mac at a
rapid pace. Mac just needed to realize the fact for himself.
Walking up to Alex, he hugged the older man fiercely. "Come back
in one piece, okay? I don't want to have to go looking for you and hurt
the feebie for getting you shot or arrested or something. I may not be... charitable
to him.
"I love you, Alex." Turning quickly, he walked past Mac,
stopping a distance away and waiting. He kept his back turned so that the
other men couldn't see the stark fear painted across his face. If only
they could go with him - but the Director would gut them. At least with
him and Mac still here they could keep her somewhat distracted, he hoped.
"You'd better go, 'lex. You need to get to Washington and find out
what's going on," he husked. Damn, he hated saying goodbye to the
ex-assassin. At least this time he had Mac to keep him on an even keel.
And maybe this would be a good thing. He and Mac could really talk
about the past and work on their issues without upsetting Alex or making
him feel left out. Having a history with one lover and none with another
made things ... complicated.
Alex came up behind Vic and hugged him tightly. "I love you,"
he whispered in the other man's ear. "Try not to forget that. I'll be
coming home to you soon, beautiful. And I expect to find you naked in our
bed." His arms tightened for a moment, then he released his lover and
turned to Mac.
"Take care of him for me, Mac," he asked huskily, his
emotions clear in the green eyes. "Keep him safe. And make sure that
bitch keeps her claws off both of you, or I will shoot her when I
get back!" He grabbed the back of Mac's neck and pulled him into a
possessive kiss. When he finally released the dazed man's mouth, he took
hold of both his ears and held him still.
"I love you too, you know, Macky. I expect to find both of you
here when I get back." Alex smiled crookedly, then turned and boarded
the plane.
Mac stood stock-still, staring at the plane, his mind reeling. No, no,
no! That fucker! How dare he say something like, then leave? Man, he was
so dead...
Muttering curses in Cantonese under his breath, Mac inhaled deeply when
Vic joined him, then slung an arm around his partner's waist, knowing the
other man was hurting. "I've been appointed your protector while Alex
is away," he teased gently, deciding that dealing with Vic's issues
right now was easier than facing his own. "Guess that means you have
to do what I say, right?"
Vic snorted and slung an arm around his lover's waist. "Dream on, Macky,"
Vic teased, trying to ease some of the tension in the younger man.
Together they watched Alex's plane taxi out onto the runway and take
off. They stood until it was a speck in the distance and then reluctantly
turned to leave. "I'm glad you're here, Mac; I really am," Vic
husked softly, pulling the younger man tighter to him and running cool
lips across his jawbone for a moment.
"Let's go home and have some of that dessert you promised us. I'm
suddenly starving."
The machine was beeping when the two men walked in the front door after
disarming then rearming the security system Alex had insisted on
installing himself. Mac was ready to push the button when Vic tackled him
from behind. "Dessert, Ramsey, I want dessert!"
"Dessert?" Mac asked, trying to catch his breath as his had
been squeezed out of him when Vic pounced him and pushed him into the wall
by the desk. "Hmm, now what can I do about that..." He managed
to turn in Vic's arms and grinned down at the older man. Soon enough it
was going to hit again that Alex was gone; they needed this, needed each
other right now.
"Food's in the kitchen; how about I whip us up a big batch of Vic
a la mode?" Mac's dark eyes gleamed as he spoke, and his mind ran
riot, picturing Victor laid out on the butcher-block table with rivulets
of ice cream running down his sides and collecting in the dips and hollows
of his body, just waiting to be licked away.
Vic purred softly and began backing towards the kitchen, leaving a
trail of clothing in his wake. The leather car coat landed in the foyer.
The silk shirt snagged the sleek glass and chrome hall table; the boots
were kicked off in the dining room, and the jeans managed to hook
themselves over one of the empty copper pot hooks above the kitchen's
cooking island. "So. Where ya want me, handsome?"
"Such a mess, Vic-tor," Mac chuckled, following his lover
into the kitchen, casting an amused glance at the new decoration hanging
from the hooks. "Whatever will the maid think?"
Taking enough time to strip down to his boxers and fold the rest of his
clothes neatly on the countertop, Mac nodded toward the sturdy
butcher-block table in the center of the eat-in area. "Get that
luscious ass up there, Thing, and get comfortable. I'm feeling
creative." Running an appreciative gaze over Vic's nude, aroused
body, Mac turned and started rummaging through the drawers, pulling some
items out and setting them aside before moving to the refrigerator and
looking inside.
Climbing up on the table as instructed, Vic sat there with his legs
swinging over the side, watching Mac with a lazy smile. Taking a cue from
Alex, Vic lay back and sprawled indolently on the table, a hand propped
under his chin as the other hand began to slowly jerk his own cock,
spreading the pre-come around and keeping himself on the knife-edge of
arousal.
"Thought it was my job to be creative in the kitchen. After all,
Alex got the playroom, and you got the game room," the older agent
pouted playfully, turning puppy dog eyes on Mac to get him to move faster.
"Ma-ac. I'm lonely, come play with me?" he begged
prettily."
"You were creative in designing the kitchen; now it's my turn to
get creative in it," Mac corrected, placing the things he'd found
into a bowl and carrying them over to the table. "Besides, you always
are complaining that I can't cook; I feel I need to prove you wrong."
Running a hand over Vic's, Mac drew it away from his cock, then brought
it to his lips so that he could lick the faint tang of his musk from his
skin. "Mmm, excellent flavor for an appetizer, but I have something
sweeter in mind." Leaning in, he kissed Vic leisurely, their tongues
dueling back and forth between their mouths until they were both short of
breath.
"And that mouth is definitely sweet."
"Mac," Vic breathed, as his eyes became hooded, verdant pools
of need. "Sweetheart, oh Jesus, you are so fucking hot," he
husked, those same eyes racing over the lithe and elegant form of the
younger man.
"You taste like wickedness, Mac Ramsey. No wonder all those women
panted after you. They wanted you to corrupt them, lead them astray with
those dangerous lips and that lethal body. Used to make me crazy without
me ever realizing why. Hell, I wanted to turn Claire over to the Cleaners
and let them use her for target practice," Vic confessed before
pulling Mac in for another kiss.
"Corrupt me, Mac. Lead me into temptation and make me scream for
more."
"Corrupt you?" Mac asked, swiping his tongue out over Vic's
lips, then gently pulling back and walking around to stand at the foot of
the table between Vic's legs. "Babe, I don't know what you're talking
about. Why would I want to corrupt this gorgeous, hot, slut of a man here.
I just want to... play with him some is all."
Chuckling, he picked up the bottle of olive oil and dripped some onto
his hand, then pressed a finger into Vic's body, crooking and rotating it
until Vic was squirming and moaning. Then, before Victor could react, he
pulled his finger out, replacing it with a frozen plastic ball, quickly
adding a second in the moment before Vic's howl reached his ears.
"FUUUUCK!" Vic wailed as he felt the icy burn of the
frozen ball invade his body. "Oh shit!!!" The only thing
preventing Vic from lunging off the table was the fact that Mac was
holding him down.
The older man went wild, his brain short-circuited, and his body went
into overdrive. His cock was ramrod straight and weeping copiously. All
Vic could do was feel. He'd lost all intelligent thought. He just felt
everything: every time the frozen ball rotated within him, every pulse of
blood through his cock, every ragged gasp of air, every stroke of Mac's
hands. And he reveled in it. "More, please, God, give me more!"
Mac sucked in a ragged breath, awed by the extremity of Vic's reaction,
and he shifted to unconsciously rub his now aching cock against Vic's
thigh. "Oh, there's more," he husked, adding a third ice ball,
then tracing his now-cool fingers over Vic's cock, watching his balls pull
up toward his body in reaction to the chill inside and outside him.
"Delicious," he murmured, leaning in to lick at Vic's cock,
cleaning the droplets of pre-come from his skin with long sweeps of his
tongue, feeling each quiver and jerk as the frozen balls shifted within
the other man's body
"Mac, oh Jesus, please, need to, going to," Vic panted, his
hands grinding his nipples between tightly clamped fingers. He was so
close to coming he could taste it.
Eyes opening and blazing green fire, Vic let go of his nipples and
hauled Mac bodily up and over him. Yanking the younger man's head down,
Vic ground their lips together, tasting blood as lips were split even as
he arched up and ground his cock against Mac's.
Mac smirked, then licked at the small cut on Vic's lower lip, tasting
the coppery tang of both their blood. "Not yet you aren't,
lover," he murmured, biting at the older man's throat, then crawling
back off the table, Vic's curses and wails of need sending spikes of
desire through him. "Got a few more things to add to my dish
first."
Fishing the now melting balls out of the other man's writhing body, Mac
tossed them into the sink, then reached for the next cooking implement.
"Better hang on to the table legs," he murmured, bending in to
lick at Vic's navel as he wrapped the cockring around the older agent's
erection, delighting in the hoarse curses that caused.
"Now then, that's better." Grinning down at the furious and
needy green-eyed man, Mac picked up the turkey baster and waved it in the
air. "And you wanted me to show you how I cook, babe, so no
complaints." Filling the plastic tube with warm water and coating it
with a layer of olive oil, Mac carefully inserted it into Vic's anus and
gave the rubber bulb a small squeeze. Vic's moan drew one from him as
well, and one hand moved to his cock, rubbing his throbbing flesh lightly
as he watched his gorgeous, writhing lover.
Vic bucked up hard and then melted into submission. Fuck, could this
get any hotter? "Mac," he moaned quietly, head tossing from side
to side on the table as he felt his bowels fill and his stomach distend
with a darkling pleasure. The younger man was pushing every one of his
buttons at such a rapid pace that he had no defense against him, not that
Vic wanted one.
Mac was diabolical; wicked in a way Vic had never thought possible but
was damn glad to see. "Mac, baby, please," he panted softly,
squirming on the table as he felt the water swirl around and make itself
known. Shooting up and rolling off the table, Vic was out of the room and
in their bedroom's en suite as fast as he could get there.
After long moments he staggered back into the bedroom and collapsed on
the bed, eyes closed, too liquefied to move. Feeling hands run across his
smooth chest and down to his denuded groin, Vic's eyes opened with a lazy
smile.
"Damn, you feel good, Mac, so rough against me, drives me crazy
when I feel your chest hair scratch against my chest or your shadow rub
against my cock. Love you, Ramsey," the older man smiled up at his
partner, perfectly relaxed and content to ride out his arousal for as long
as Mac wanted to play, loving the feeling of being another man's toy and
knowing that ultimately they'd both find their satisfaction.
Chuckling, Mac crawled up the bed until he was straddling Victor on his
hands and knees, smirking down at the older man. "Love you too,
Mansfield as you well know." He dropped his face to scrub his
shadowed jaw along Vic's bare chest, feeling the quivers race along the
other man's body when his scruff rasped at his nipples.
"Driving you crazy is fun, Vic-tor. Why do you think we like to do
it so much?" He twisted his face and closed his teeth around his
partner's nipple, stretching out the peaked flesh away from Vic's body,
tickling the tip with his tongue.
Whimpering, Vic arched, hands stretching out above him to grasp at the
durable wrought iron headboard. His arms pulled tight, and his body went
taut, stretched as far as he was able in order to better feel whatever Mac
was doing to him. "Jesus. You're fiendish!" the older man moaned
as he thrashed on the bed, feeling his nipple elongate and be subjected to
its torture.
Thrusting his denuded groin up against Mac's elegantly trimmed bush
brought another round of groans from Vic's lips. "God, Mac, you're
killing me here!"
"Victor," the younger man chuckled, swiping his tongue over
his lover's reddened nipple, "I haven't even started yet."
Pushing up and off Vic's body, grinning at his colorful cursing, Mac
reached for the large bowl he'd brought up with him from the kitchen.
Plucking a utensil from beside it, he dipped the scoop into the deep
hollow, then returned to the bed, holding his hand out of Victor's line of
sight.
"Now I think I'll have my dessert," he murmured before
plopping a perfectly rounded scoop of white chocolate cherry ice cream on
the older man's navel, snickering at Vic's yelp and the way he jumped.
Returning with the bowl, Mac quickly added scoops over his nipples, then
dipped a finger in the slowly softening dessert and held it out to his
partner. "Want some?"
Shivering at the frigid substance in his navel and on his nipples, Vic
opened his mouth to suck in Mac's finger. Using the slim digit as a
distraction for the extreme chill, Vic suckled on Mac, his tongue swabbing
the elegant finger much the same way he'd have swabbed the tip of Mac's
cock.
The melting ice cream began to dribble down Vic's sides, making him
shiver and dance on the bed enticingly. At last letting go of Mac, the
older man moaned. "God damn that's cold!"
Mac chuckled quietly before leaning in to lick the rivulets of ice
cream off of Vic's sides, working his way up to the slowly melting mounds
that decorated his body. "How about I heat you up then, hmm?"
Taking only long enough to lube his cock and Victor's ass, Mac thrust into
the older man's body, pausing to scoop up some of the ice cream and offer
it to Vic, grinning at his growl.
Vic's eyes sank shut when he was penetrated then shot open at the touch
of Mac's fingers dancing across his body. He growled at the proffered ice
cream then snatched Mac's hand, pulling it towards his mouth. Licking his
lover's fingers clean, making sure not to miss a single nook, cranny or
indent, Vic then sucked two fingers into his mouth, fellating them.
The feeling of Mac stroking in and out of his ass was fantastic, the
throbbing in his cock torture, and all Vic knew was that if he didn't come
soon, he'd go crazy with need. Christ, Mac had to have been taking lessons
from Alex; he was much too good at torturing Vic!
Alex stared out the window of the plane, watching the figures of his
lovers recede into the distance as the craft began to taxi away from the
airport. He felt like he was leaving a piece of himself behind by leaving
Vic, and even that annoying brat of a thief had stolen a piece of his
heart. That had been unexpected. Mac was intended to be a gift for Vic,
one that he knew his "twin" wanted, but Alex had never meant to
do more than put up with him. He'd been shocked when he'd realized that
he'd fallen in love with Mac as well.
"So much for there only being one true love for each person,"
he muttered. "I have three." Realizing what he'd said, he
groaned and thumped his head against the seat. "Shit! No, no, no. I
cannot love Mulder too. Vic'll come unglued. No way." He'd always
known he was attracted to the pouty FBI agent, but he'd never admitted to
himself that it was love. He loved Vic. He was not going to
hurt Vic by letting this thing with Mulder go anywhere, even assuming that
Mulder wouldn't rather see him in a body bag.
And just what was he going to do about Mulder? Alex groaned again. The
Gunmen had called him to warn him that everyone's favorite fibbie was
about to stick his hand into the hornet's nest once again. The suicidal
lunatic had trusted Covarrubias again and was about to get himself killed.
If not for the deal he'd struck with those three fruitcakes to keep him
informed of Mulder's more asinine activities, the man would have been dead
long before anything could have been done. He had the sense of a fruit fly!
Several hours later a sweaty, dirty, irritable Alex Krycek glared
ominously at an unrepentant Fox Mulder in the safety of an anonymous motel
room. As usual, Mulder was cursing and blaming him for every ill in his
life and several that had occurred long before he was born. As near as
Alex could tell, Mulder blamed him for everything from original sin on
down.
"Would you shut up?" he finally grated out, his patience
exhausted, a dangerous light in his green eyes. "Try to take your
head out of your ass long enough to listen to me because I'm only going to
say this once. Marita Covarrubias is not your friend. She is not your
informant. She is a major player in the new Consortium or whatever
they're calling themselves now. She intended you to die there tonight. If
you listen to her again, you will die."
He sighed. "This is the last time I save your ass, Mulder. I can't
come back here again. I won't hurt Vic again for you."
"You rat bastard!" Mulder snarled. "What the hell makes
you think I want or need your help or that I'd believe a single word you
say, you murdering sonofabitch?" He stopped suddenly, frowning.
"Who's Vic?"
Alex shook his head. "None of your business, Mulder. We're done. I
very much doubt I'll ever come back to Washington, so have a nice life.
Try not to throw it away." He shrugged. "You should try
listening to Scully once in a while. She's got a pretty good grasp on
reality most of the time."
Mulder frowned, for once not yelling, and really looked at Alex. He
looked at the man who'd been in and out of his life with almost
predictable regularity for the last several years and thought about never
seeing him again. Rather than the fierce joy he would have expected, the
thought brought a pang of... loss? Yes, loss.
From the first moment he'd seen the supposedly green young agent who'd
already opened his case, there had been something about him. He'd
been unwillingly attracted to Krycek, but there had never been time to do
anything about it, and then they were enemies. But Krycek did seem to keep
appearing just when he needed help. Maybe it wasn't all coincidence. Maybe
Krycek really had been helping him.
And maybe it was time to ask himself why a man who could clearly take
care of himself was also so easily defeated every time they fought.
"Why do you care?" he asked suddenly.
Alex glanced away, not willing to answer that question and suddenly
unable to lie to Mulder yet again. "It doesn't matter any more,"
he finally replied, still not meeting Mulder's eyes. "From now on,
I'm out of it. I have a life now, people who care about me, and I'm not
going to fuck that up."
Mulder realized that this was his last chance to admit to himself and
to Alex how he really felt; if he wasn't honest now, he'd never have
another opportunity. Scared, frustrated, but determined, he took the step
necessary to bring him up against Alex and kissed him.
For a long moment he thought he'd made a mistake as Alex's lips
remained slack and unresponsive beneath his, but then Alex was kissing him
back, had taken over the kiss. He moaned and leaned into the former
Consortium agent, finally tasting what he'd subconsciously been
fantasizing about for years. Long before he'd had enough, however, Alex
pulled away with a curse, rapidly backing up out of reach.
"No, I'm not doing this. I won't do this to Vic." Despite his
words and real determination, part of Alex yearned for this man. He shook
his head almost violently. "Too little, too late, Fox."
Mulder frowned. "I thought I was the one in denial, Krycek. We've
been dancing around this for years."
Alex nodded. "Yeah, I know. But like I said, too late. There's
someone else in my life now, two someones actually, and there's no way in
hell I'm going to hurt Vic or Mac by fucking you. It was bad enough that I
dropped everything to rush down here when I found out you were in trouble
again. Vic already thinks you're a threat to him. I'm not going to give
him any reason to believe it."
He sighed and sank down in a chair. "I wish... god, I can't even
wish that you'd made this little self-discovery earlier because then I
wouldn't have met Vic, and I wouldn't give him up for anything. Not even
you." Turbulent green eyes rose to meet hazel. "But I'll always
regret..."
"Damn you, Krycek, you don't get off that easily," Mulder
snarled. "You don't get to make me love you then walk away."
Alex flinched. "Don't. Please don't, Mulder. I can't, don't
you understand?" He pounded the table at his side in frustration.
"I understand that you're fucking with me again," Mulder
replied bitterly, turning to leave.
Even though he knew it would be best, Alex couldn't leave it like that.
"Damn it, I love all three of you. Am I supposed to hurt Vic and Mac,
leave them, for you? I can't, I won't, do that!"
Mulder stopped at the door, his forehead pressed against it. "I
really did wait too long, didn't I?" he asked with a bitter laugh.
"Even if I never admitted it to myself, I always knew that you'd keep
coming back, that you'd be there if I ever decided I wanted you. I guess
the joke's on me."
"I... Fuck! What do you expect me to do here, Mulder?" Alex
demanded angrily. "Basically you want me now because you can't have
me!"
"No! No, that's not true. I always wanted you; I just
couldn't admit it. Sure, you saying you weren't coming back forced me to face
it, but it didn't change my feelings in any way." Mulder desperately
tried to convince Alex of his sincerity.
"I can't deal with this," Alex groaned. "Go,
please." Seeing the stubborn refusal in Mulder's face, he added,
"I won't leave before we talk again. I swear." Mulder's
expression at that made him laugh, albeit ruefully. "Really, I
promise. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Right now I just need to get my head
straight. Please."
Finally, hesitantly, Mulder nodded. He stole another quick kiss, then
slipped out of the room with a last, pleading glance.
Alex sat in stunned immobility for a long time, then picked up the
phone, needing to hear his lovers' voices. He listened to the phone ring,
desperately hoping that they were home.
Vic reached blindly for the bedside phone, fumbling from lack of light
and exhaustion due to Mac's earlier attentions. Fuck, who knew Mac, his
Mac, had that in him? He was damned impressed!
"'lo? he mumbled quietly, not wanting to wake his younger lover
up, hoping that it was, perhaps, his older lover on the line. "'Lex,
is that you?"
"If that's the Director, I'm going to rip the phone out of the
wall," Mac growled without lifting his head from the pillow.
"God, wha' time is it anyway?"
Hearing Mac through the phone, Alex had to laugh, a throaty chuckle
erupting from him despite his confusion after Mulder's visit. "Yeah,
babe, it's me," he answered Vic. "Tell Sleeping Beauty there I'm
sorry I disturbed his rest. I was just really missing you both," he
said a little thickly.
"So, how was dessert?" he asked archly, hoping to goad them
into a little fun.
"Fucking cold," Vic chuckled as he rolled over, clicked on
the speaker box and set the phone back down so that Alex could hear and
talk to both of them now. "Mac's about as sadistic as you are, 'lex.
Perverted little puppy. He used a turkey baster on me. And ice
balls!"
"It's time to talk to Alex, Mac," Vic cooed before he plopped
an ice cube he'd fished out of the glass of water on the night stand on
the younger man's stomach, cackling in glee at the reaction he got.
"Payback's such a bitch, ain't it?"
"Wha... Fuck!" Mac howled, sitting bolt upright and swiping
at his stomach, trying to get the ice away from his skin. "What was
that for? You liked it all!" he shuddered and pulled the sheet off of
Victor, drying himself with it
"Jesus, Alex, see what he turns into when you go away?" he
whined, rolling over and resting his head in Vic's lap, sticking his
tongue out at the older man while making himself comfortable.
Alex chuckled, wishing he was home with them, able to reach out and
touch them rather stuck in a hotel room hundreds of miles away. "You
trying to tell me you can't handle him, Macky? I'm shocked," he
teased. "Guess I should have brought you two with me, and you coulda
slept at the foot of my bed like cute little pets." The laughter was
clear in his voice, and he had a pretty good idea of the reaction he was
going to get.
"Say that again when you're home, 'lex," Vic purred sweetly,
his face pure evil as he did so. "And then see who's the pet. Mac and
I haven't had our fun in the playroom with you yet, and those chili
peppers I've been growing are almost ripe."
Vic's hand stroked its way along Mac's chest and then caressed his face
as he smiled at his younger lover. "And you should be very afraid of
Mac getting a hold of you. He's diabolical. Truly creative. Actually I
think he could out wicked you. Ice balls and turkey basters," Vic
shook his head, "and ice-cream and cockrings. You had me wailing like
a banshee, babe," he grinned down at his younger lover.
"Hrmmm - what should we do to Alex when he gets back home for that
pet crack, Mac? Any ideas? I kinda have this fantasy of seeing Alex
collared and leashed, m'self."
Mac stretched, smiling dreamily at the memory of their earlier play and
the thought of Alex presented that way. "I dunno. I think the two of
you would make a very nice matched set decked out that way. I could parade
you down Church Street or at one of the clubs. Would have to get some
pictures of that if I did though..."
He rolled over and kissed Vic's stomach, chuckling. "And Vic was
wild tonight, Alex. You would have creamed just watching him. He even may
have put some scratches on that butcher-block table he likes so much. May
have to try it all on you to see if you go as nuts."
"Have to make sure you've got spicy things available to torture -
I mean use on him," Vic smirked, capturing one of Mac's hands and
bringing it up to his lips so he could lick the palm of Mac's hand,
teasing the younger man.
"Alex is a true child of N'awlins. Likes things on the piquant
side, ain't that right, 'lex?" Vic's eyes danced and clouded at the
memory of the older man going absolutely apeshit when he'd given him a
chili pepper blowjob during those first heady weeks together.
"Only thing as pretty as seeing Alex in extremis is having Mac a
la mode," Vic quipped with a smirk.
Alex moaned faintly, well able to imagine the scene and once again
wishing he was home with them getting his brains fucked out. Seeing Mulder
again had been a very bad idea, but he was not going to fuck up his
relationship with Vic and Mac over some unrequited--or even suddenly
requited--past love.
"Love your parade idea," he admitted, shivering as he
imagined it. "God, the idea of everyone looking at us together has me
hard as a rock," he groaned, his hand curling around his cock and
starting to pump. "I wish I were with you right now, one of you
fucking me hard, making me scream and squirm on you..."
Vic grinned slyly, running his hand over Mac's hip and tracing the thin
skin of the younger man's hip bone before cupping his soft penis, stroking
it lightly. "Alexandre Krycek, are you touching yourself?" he
growled out with a wink to Mac.
"And if you aren't, why the hell not? I'm playing with Mac!"
Mac groaned and stretched, arching his hips up into Vic's palm.
"Hell of a good way to wake up it is too," he chuckled, shifting
around to rest his head on Vic's lap and nuzzle his cock. "And you
should be impressed, Alex; just hearing your voice has him hot and
bothered - a fact I intend to take advantage of."
Groaning harshly at that mental image, Alex's hand began to move faster
on his cock, and he licked a finger on his other hand before moving it
down to his ass. "Fuck yes, I'm jerking off," he rasped.
"You think I could talk to you two about sex and not touch
myself?" He snorted. "I have one hand around my cock, wishing it
was your mouth, Mac, those pouty lips wrapped around me sucking my soul
out, and a finger up my ass. Not nearly as good as having you," he
moaned, his breathing heavy.
"Tell me what you're doing to each other, let me imagine us all
together," he panted, promising himself that they would get a
vid-phone.
"Mac is so long and lean everywhere, don't you think, 'lex?"
Vic sighed, running his tongue along the hardening length of the younger
man's cock. "When you're in me, it feels like I'm being spitted; with
Mac it's like I'm being skewered. I... I wonder what you'd both feel like
together, but I don't think I'm nearly limber enough to manage you both
inside me at the same time - but fuck, what a mental image. To be able to
feel you and this," Vic suckled on the head of Mac's penis for a
moment, "both moving inside me, Jesus!"
After a few moments of harsh breathing, Vic continued. "I'm
tasting him, 'lex, running my tongue up and down that gorgeous length of
his, sucking on the head, feeling the pre-come slither down my throat...
God, he tastes good!
"Those ice balls, 'lex, he used 'em like benwah balls - shoved 'em
up inside and fuck, it was... It had my head spinning like something out
of the Exorcist, dammit. I'm gonna return the favor in a different way,
Mac," he chortled, licking again. "My fire for your ice - just
you wait, you're gonna cream so hard you'll pass out. 'Lex did," he
smirked.
Vic traced a finger along Mac's perineum, making the younger man groan
in need. "He makes the prettiest noises, like he doesn't want to but
he can't help himself, don't you think?" Hearing the catch at the
other end of the phone, Vic grinned. "Alex, did you just stick a
finger up your ass, babe?"
Alex groaned harshly, two fingers moving in and out of his ass, his
other hand jerking himself feverishly as he listened to Vic's hot
commentary. "Fuck, I want you both," he moaned, eyes falling
closed as his climax neared. "Want to feel you on me, in me..."
His back arched, and he whimpered, trembling on the brink but not wanting
to miss a moment of what was happening on the other end of the line.
Vic's fingers slipped inside Mac's anus easily, the lubricant making
his lover slick and wet. Crooking his finger slightly, he began to search
for the ex-thief's prostate even as he stroked his own cock.
"My fingers just slid into Mac without any trouble, 'lex,"
Vic purred. "You should see him. He's biting the pillow; his whole
body is trembling and taut and..." Vic's fingertip scraped over Mac's
prostate, eliciting a breathy whine of hunger. "Did you hear that,
'lex; sounds like I hit the target, don't you think?"
Vic's own hand began to work harder, faster, on his own cock. "I'm
so hard for both of you. I can't wait until you get back to us, 'lex. I
think we need to introduce you to the joys of ice, don't you think, Mac?
We can spread him wide, maybe tie him to the bed and spend hours, days
playing with him and driving him crazy. Making him beg until he's hoarse
and then driving him completely insane."
Lifting his head from the pillow, his dark eyes wide and glazed, his
whole body quivering with restrained desire, Mac gave a harsh laugh.
"I think you're doing a pretty good job of that just by talking to
him." Twisting around, he batted Vic's hand out of the way and
latched onto his cock, sucking hungrily on it, his hips arching back at
each thrust of his fingers; he could hear Alex groaning over the speaker,
and that just made the whole thing better.
"Fuck," Alex rasped, his hand moving over his cock and the
other driving fingers in and out of his ass while he squirmed and
whimpered, trying not to lose the phone. "Oh god, can't..." He
cried out sharply as he came, body convulsing in pleasure even as he
wished for his lovers to be with him physically.
Lying in a sticky sprawl across the bed, he listened to Vic and Mac and
promised himself that no matter what happened with Mulder the next day, he
was heading home afterward. He needed to see Vic and Mac.
Hearing Alex come over the phone combined with the feeling of Mac's
mouth wrapped around his cock was too much for Vic, and with a muffled
howl he came, sending gouts of his seed spasming down his lover's throat.
"Jesus, Mac," he panted, his fingers increasing their tempo
as they rammed in and out of the younger man's ass, fingertips brushing
over his prostate each time. "Fuck, what a mouth! Alex, it was like
having a hoover around my cock! Love you, love you both so fucking
much."
Lifting his head from Vic's crotch, Mac licked his swollen lips and
grinned. "You just love us because we turn you inside out." That
said, he groaned, his own hand working faster over his erection.
"Glad you could take care of that for both of us, Macky,"
Alex purred into the phone, listening to the sounds of the youngest man's
moans and knowing how close he was. "Now let me hear you come for us,
something to tide us over till I can get back tomorrow night."
Vic smiled devilishly and then swiveled around to help fulfill Alex's
request, taking Mac's erection into his mouth and sucking strongly.
"Oh, fuck!" Mac howled, throwing his head back and arching up
into Vic's mouth, his balls tightening as he came. Finally collapsing back
against the bed, he gave Vic a groggy smile and chuckled. "I'm dead
now; I don't think I'm leaving this bed till you get back, Alex."
"Mmm, that really inspires me to get home soon. I can just
picture you lying there, long limbs sprawled over the bed, Vic sticky and
sated beside you. God, I need to get home and have you both. I'll be back
tomorrow night, so make sure you're lubed and ready for me, guys."
"Purrr," Vic grinned, resting his head on the younger man's
thigh. "I like the sound of that, but then again I think you're the
one who needs to be reminded of what you left behind. Maybe we should tie
him to a chair and make him watch; what do you think, Mac?"
Mac smiled and ran a hand over Vic's chest, listening to Alex growl
over the speaker. "Sounds good to me; then once he's begging for it,
we can make a Thing sandwich."
"Sadists. I think I'd rather have all of us rolling around in the
bed together, everyone having fun and making up for lost time."
"We learned from the best, babe," Vic laughed. "Did you
honestly believe that Mac and I wouldn't pick up any of your tricks? We do
work for the Director after all."
"Speaking of her, does she know about your little trip,
Alex?"
"Well, I didn't bother to send the dragon-bitch my itinerary, if
that's what you mean, but I'm sure she knows by now. I didn't make any
effort to keep it secret. It should be interesting to see what
'punishment' she decides to try to inflict on me and what I do to her in
return." Alex chuckled darkly.
"And us for letting you go," Vic groaned, thinking of some of
her more creative ways to punish him and Li Ann when they'd gone along
with Mac's hairier schemes. "Al Dabra," he sighed, looking up
the length of Mac's leg to his younger lover.
Mac perked up at the mention of the island. "You mean we're
grabbing Alex and running away there?"
"Running away to a tropical island? Count me in! And why haven't
we done it already? God, there has to be some way to get that woman out of
our lives," Alex grumbled. "But frankly, I'll settle for some
quality time for the three of us alone."
"No, I meant that the last time we went along with one of our
partner's hair-brained schemes... Mac... Li Ann and I got just as punished
as the guilty party, so chances are that whatever happens to you, 'Lex,
will happen to us as well," Vic replied ruefully. "We'll be
lucky if Dobrinski doesn't have another septic tank to dig."
Mac chuckled. "I was trying to forget that, you know. And no way
am I going near his fucking septic system again, even for you two!"
"Frankly, I'm glad to hear it. I don't think even love would get
me near you if you'd been there," Alex laughed. "Love may be
blind, but no one ever said it couldn't smell."
"God, Krycek, you are so fucking gross by times!" Vic
groaned, hiding his head between Mac's legs. "Just finish getting the
feeb's ass out of trouble and get home safely and in one piece, okay? No
bullet holes anywhere, not in you, in the leather or in the luggage."
"And no letting anyone paw you down there, got it?" Mac
added, catching Vic and pulling him up against his chest.
"Would you two like me to tattoo 'Property of Vic and Mac' on my
ass or what?" Alex shook his head. "Like you don't keep me too
sated to get it up for anyone else even if I wanted to. Which I don't, so
don't have a fit, beautiful. Kiss him for me, Macky."
Rolling his eyes, Vic simply shook his head. "Shoot me for getting
as crazy nuts as you get when someone so much as looks at my ass in a way
you deem lustful. And that tattoo would be nice," Vic continued,
grinning at Mac. "After all, mine looks good on me."
After kissing Vic as Alex had requested, Mac nipped his lower lip.
"Like either of you would ever look at anyone else. Now stop arguing
so we all can get some sleep, got it?"
"Aye, aye, sir," Alex laughed. "Keep each other warm
till I can get back there. I'll see you tomorrow, lovers."
"Love you, 'Lex," Vic murmured. "Sleep well."
Listening to Alex and Mac's responding replies, he reached out and hit the
disconnect button then looked at Mac with a sigh. "Guess we'd better
see who called when we were otherwise occupied, hunh?" he groaned.
"God, do we have to?" Mac sighed but reached for the phone to
retrieve messages just as it rang again. "Forget something,
Alex?" he laughed, only to wince when the Director's biting tones
sounded in his ear.
Arriving home the following night, Alex slowed nearly to a halt when he
saw Li Ann waiting for him just past the disembarking area. "What's
up?" he demanded suspiciously, eyeing the woman he disliked heartily
for her past treatment of both his lovers.
"Vic and Mac were sent away on assignment. But don't worry,
Krycek, here are your tickets to follow them." Li Ann smiled almost
viciously as she handed over the tickets and left with no further
explanation.
Cursing when he saw that he was booked on a flight leaving in only a
few minutes, Alex set off for the departure area, wondering what the hell
was going on. At least Vic and Mac would be waiting for him at the other
end.
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