by Dr Ruthless
Spoilers for Terma. - maybe....
Rated NC-17 for unhealthy S/M male to male sex.
Beta by Frankie, who has a really bad mind (I'm happy to say!)
For Drovar. I don't love Spender, but I'm starting to feel sympathetic
him now. What can I say? Alex is a bad boy!
Disclaimer: The characters are at present very grateful that they
belong to me. Chris Carter needs to feel more grateful too. They'd
much more fun with me. Maybe they'd die young though.
Someone has been playing games with my mail. I don't know how,
and I sure as
hell don't have a clue why, but I've been getting some very weird
lately. There was all the stuff from the Animal Husbandry Committee,
entire library of pamphlets about keeping and breeding ferrets
There have been countless brochures offering to sell me leather
strange esoteric rubber devices I do not wish to know the uses
for (and one
or two that I have been tempted to buy!) I'd have thought that
they were for
Mulder, but they come addressed to me personally.
I don't know how they could have gotten my name and address. Someone
definitely trying to make my life irritating. Things have been
for me lately. First I got stuck with the X-Files. Why anyone
I'd be interested in that stuff is beyond me. I don't even read
fiction. Then, my love life is a total mess. I'm getting over
it a bit now,
but I've been hurting really badly. It will be a while before
I get back on
It all started a few weeks ago. I was out having a drink, and
I met a guy. I
know. There's nothing new or special about that, but believe me,
different! You should have seen him. He took my breath away. He
was sex on
legs. You don't see that too often. I was totally smitten by him,
course he used me up and spat me out at the end of it all. It
took me a
while to recover from it, but I'm Ok now, except for when I get
brochures and start to imagine all the interesting things I could
with my panther-boy. I'm starting to have a flashback right now,
Ok! I'm feeling much better now. I only break out in a sweat occasionally.
It's funny that! I wonder why I should have been so affected by
one man. One
beautiful, feral, magnetic, almost perfect.... excuse me, be right
Let me try again. As I was saying, I keep on brooding about that
had. I never did learn his name, but I can still see him, all
come-on, standing over me, pushing his hips forward and licking
green eyes fixed on mine while he...oh God! Just a minute.
I hardly ever cry any more. It's not that I disapprove of tears
by the way,
but I can't help thinking that he would despise me for the way
acting. I wish I knew who he was. I wish I could find him. I would...I
even know what I would do, but I wish I could have the opportunity
Anyway, you get the message. No happy ending for Jeffrey. I'm
a basket case
over a pair of green eyes and a switchblade attitude. This is
not my usual
way of carrying on you know. Usually, I take the lead, I move
in, I hit and
then I run. Fuck! I didn't know that it would feel like this.
I promise I won't do it any more. I've caused my own fair share
of pain and
woe, and thought them all suckers, but this pain is almost too
much to bear.
I won't do it again.
My panther-boy told me to get out of the X-Files. I would if I
don't want to chase ghosts, even if it is almost Christmas, and
who keeps on popping up is creepy. I didn't have a father to grow
He wasn't around to pitch for me or mend my bike. Why should he
gonna dance to his tune now?
You'll have to give me a minute, I just heard the doorbell.
I got a package. I'm wondering who would send me a Christmas present?
haven't seen Mom for months now, and there's nobody in my life
only memories of a quick interlude up against a wall in a seedy
town. Open it Jeffrey, don't be a dumb fuck!
Now why would someone be sending me leather.... things? I've seen
this stuff in one of those brochures I was telling you about.
been appointed to do consumer research. No doubt there will be
about this stuff once the mailman arrives. Maybe later I'll try
it on, just
for a laugh! I think I'd look pretty damn hot! Hey! What if it's
who's sending me all this stuff. She's not my type. God I hope
turn out to be Fowley!
I'm gonna go try it all on. Excuse me!
What do you think? It makes me look a little wild don't you think?
straps and studs are definitely my thing. I'm getting hot thinking
Some of the stuff feels a little strange but it's definitely turning
Jeez, I hope it isn't from Fowley!
Oh, for heaven's sake, there's someone at the door, I'll be right
I open the door cautiously. I guess I'm cautious by nature. If
Jehovah's Witnesses, I wonder what they'll make of the straps
the bare chest and leather. Do you suppose they'll try to redeem
me or just
run for the hills?
Something down there is chafing just a little. I'm going to have
to go back
and adjust things in a moment.
He's wearing black leather. Tight black leather jeans, black leather
black T-shirt, Black leather boots with silver chains on them.
He's got a
bag slung over his shoulder and there are things bulging out of
it. I see
flowers, a black handle, some packages and stuff. His hair is
spiked, and he's wearing an earring, a silver chain looping around
lobe with a sparkling stone trembling from it, flashing as he
head. He's leaning against the doorframe with his hands in his
he's giving me the kind of look that makes my cock stand to attention.
I know! I said that before! My belly is doing flip-flops, and
my life is
flashing before my eyes. I'm standing here in the doorway with
stuck to the roof of my mouth and I want to fall down on my knees
I can't! I've got to get it together. He's not going to tear me
time. Why is he just standing there? He doesn't say anything,
speechless, breathless, and clueless. My hand trembles against
the door, and
finally my legs remember to move. I step aside. This is good,
this is very
good, Jeffrey! I croak a couple of times, and then the auto-pilot
I gesture and he slowly struts in, his eyes busy digesting my
in the furniture, the literature, and the stereo, while I'm taking
ass. He has such a nice, tight ass. Finally, he turns on his heel
me, and I shut the door and lean against it. He still hasn't spoken,
remember his smoky voice. I've imagined it calling me sweet names
What is it that he wants from me? Fuck! Why don't I just ask him?
"Hi!" Good beginning Jeffrey! Way to go! Now what? "I
haven't seen you
around... " Oh Jeez! Now he's gonna think I'm retarded! Keep
missed you." For Christ's sake, keep talking and he's going
to scream and
dive out of the window. Chill out you asshole! You want him to
laugh and run.
"Did you now?" There it is, the husky voice of my dreams,
Black velvet, abrading my common sense. it sends shivers that
slice down my
spine like razor blades and snick into my dick 'til I feel the
and know that he's hooked me.
I'm a pretty cool guy normally. If I could market whatever it
is that he
puts out I would be rich. I don't care about being rich. I just
want him! I
want him tearing into my ass, fucking me blind until I black out.
I want it
"Are you going to hurt me again?" Oh fuck! Where did
that come from? Brain
to mouth, come on now, make sure you're both reading from the
"Oh yeah! I'm gonna hurt you Jeffy! I'm gonna hurt you bad.
little man, you're gonna love it!" The voice is purring at
me. I let out a
squeak! My God, who is he? Why is he doing this?
"Who are you? Why are you doing this?" He smiles. It's
not a nice smile.
It's a beautiful almost-snarl, with flashing white teeth and a
curl of wet
tongue like a leaf, just visible inside the snarl. I quail inwardly.
hope he can't see my knees shaking, he'll think I'm so dumb.
He'll be right.
"Who am I? I'm your conscience, Jeffy! I'm that little voice
inside that speaks to you about right and wrong. I'm something
listen to. Listen good! Why am I doing this?" He laughs,
and his laugh
skitters over my skin like static electricity, raising the hairs
on my arms
and making my cock twitch and leap inside my leather and strapping.
Something down there is definitely chafing!
"Because I can, Jeffy, because I can!" The smile fades,
appraising look. His eyes move down over my body, and fetch up
on my crotch.
I have the crazy feeling that he can see right through the leather
dick. I know it can see him. It's throbbing, dripping, feeling
like a hand-job. I feel naked even though I'm fully clothed.
He steps in. I'm still leaning back against the door. I forgot
to move. Now
I'm trapped and he closes in on me until the smell of him is heady
nostrils and my breathing is seriously impaired. I'm gonna lose
it and beg
him to fuck me. That would be tacky. I bite my lip.
"What's your name? I can't keep on calling you panther-boy."
That ought to
get through to him! He laughs. This time it isn't a sneer, it's
laugh. I see real amusement there as his eyes light up! He thinks
It makes his face look so beautiful, I want to take it between
my hands and
dust it with kisses. I put out my hands but he knocks them aside.
puts his one hand behind my head, pulls it forward and his mouth
hard on mine.
I moan, wanting to let someone out there know that I'm losing
myself in that
kiss. His lips are cool and moist, but the inside of his mouth
is hot, and
his tongue slips in between my teeth and probes around, discovering
of the inside of my cheeks, finding my fillings, checking that
tonsillectomy healed OK. That tongue slides along mine, and I
feel it all
the way down to my gut. I put my arms around him, and hold onto
him, not so
much so I can love him as to keep me from falling down because
my knees have
become so unreliable. I press my crotch against him and feel his
against mine. His fingers press into the back of my neck, and
I think of how
tomcats seize their mates. Oh Panther-boy! Love me. Hurt me if
you like, but
don't just leave.
He releases me at last and pulls back a little way. I open my
eyes, and he's
right there looking at me from about three inches away. I can
see the green
of his eyes. I can see the thick dark lashes that curl onto his
he blinks. He's trying to hypnotize me with this stare of his.
I'm drowning in his eyes.
I swallow, and it feels as if there's barbed wire in my throat.
I open my
mouth and then close it again, and he smiles his wicked smile
"You liked that did you? I wasn't going to do that, but you
reward for making me laugh." I love the way the top of his
nose creases when
he smiles at me. I love the way those even white teeth shine.
I lean forward
to find his lips again, needing to remember their firmness as
mine, but he moves back away from me again, turning to saunter
living room, picking up books and comics, studying them with interest.
I shamble after him, woebegone, longing for contact from him.
"Would you like a drink?" I finally think of something,
and he flashes me
"You mean like a beer or something?" I remember our
last encounter and I
blush beet red. He laughs again, and my stomach drops a couple
while I think about him kissing me again.
"Actually, I don't have any beer. I've got vodka if you like?"
himself carelessly down on the couch, and starts to go through
collection, finding one he likes and holding it out to me to put
"Sure! Vodka's good. Is it cold?"
"I keep it in the freezer." God! A real conversation.
I go to get him his
drink. My hand is shaking so badly the clink of the bottle against
sounds like ice cubes and he calls out that he doesn't want ice.
I gulp some
down myself and refill my glass before I go back to him, holding
tumbler like a party favour.
"What is your name?" He takes a pull at his drink and
gives me a heavy
"You can call me Sacha." I nod mutely, my lips busily
trying this out
sub-vocally. While I am getting used to the feel of my panther-boy's
name, he extends his hand to me, and hands me a bunch of daffodils.
you put these in water for me?"
I nod and trot off to do his bidding, sure in my knowledge that
I'm his to
command. I fill a jar, place the flowers into it, and turn back
to see what
else he wants from me. I bump straight into him. He has followed
cat-like feet and I didn't hear him. I gasp, and his hand snakes
out to grab
my hair. He twists his fist into it and jerks my head back, exposing
throat to him. I groan and he dips his head, biting me, sucking
licking my ear and making huge red marks as he signs me like a
canvas try to
reciprocate but he yanks my head away, making me fall to my knees.
there, groveling while he considers me for a minute, and then
slaps me, a
backhanded slap that makes my ears ring. Tears well up, but it's
hurt. He caused it so I would know he's here.
I put out my arms, and after a minute, he moves closer, allowing
unbutton his fly. As I open his pants to expose his cock, I know
something I'm wearing is chafing unbearably. If I can't adjust
it soon, I'm
going to be singing in falsetto. His cock is there before my eyes,
along the black leather, brown and purple, gleaming like a newly
apple, so delicious that I want to eat it now, all of it. I hold
him by the
hips and apply my lips to the head of that cock. It tastes of
something spicier. It tastes of lost dreams. I lap and suck as
possessed. In a way, I am!
The feeling I'm getting is almost too much. I'm on my knees worshipping
wild creature. I'm performing a fertility rite to honor him. If
pattern holds true this time, in a minute he will hurt me and
then he will
leave me. When he goes, there will only be the taste of him to
remind me he
was here. I've got his prints. I could run an ID on him. He's
handled my CDs
for a start. I can find him again, I know I can. The thought sustains
I suck him deep into my throat and I can hear his breathing falter.
feel his hips starting to buck. He grabs my hair and yanks my
head back. I'm
gonna be bald by the time he finishes with me. I look up at him
what I did wrong.
"Did I do something wrong?" I'm really confused. I only
wanted to make you
feel good, my panther-boy. Wasn't it good?
"It was fine. I don't want to come yet." This makes
me gasp. Perhaps he'll
fuck me this time. Oh, please, please make it happen. I want him
inside of me. I want him to make me his, completely his. He's
got to fuck
"Get up!" He yanks again. My eyes tear up, but inside
I'm fizzing and
tingling with the thought of him shoving that prick into the crack
ass, and I can't be bothered with little things like pain. I rise,
in front of him, gazing raptly at the sight of him, green eyes
approaching orgasm. His cheeks are a little flushed, and his engorged
glows like a beacon, rising out of the black leather. I put out
my hand and
hold it, pumping it once and he backhands me so hard I go sprawling
floor at his feet.
"Don't touch! I didn't tell you to touch.!" His voice
is gentle but he's
snarling/smiling again. I get to my knees and wait. He motions
me up. When I
am standing, he indicates that I am to take off my pants. I close
for a second, to allow my excitement to die down a little, then
I start to
take off the leather. He takes another pull at his drink and turns
me, looking me up and down as I strip. I stand before him, my
as my erection threatens to explode. He looks down, and then he
again. His laughter is infectious. I'm not sure what's so funny,
tempted to join in.
"Spender, you dork! That's on upside down!" He indicates
the strange rubber
ring thing that has been causing me such discomfort. I wonder
if it will
actually come off while I'm in this state. I needn't worry, he
grabs it and
rips it off. I double up and collapse neatly at his feet. After
a minute or
two, the pain subsides and I am able to stagger upright once more.
His tongue pushes pinkly out between his lips, and licks around
reaches his hand down to jerk at my cock, tugging me the way he
wants me to
go, which is into my kitchen. He picks up the vodka bottle and
takes a swig,
and remembering the last time we met I hastily find him a glass,
fill it and
put that bottle back into the freezer. No thank you!
He drinks again, and then pulls me in for another kiss, his lips
mine, the vodka flowing from his mouth to mine, adding a stinging
kick to my
already thrilling stomach. My knees threaten to buckle and I lean
as he tongues me and invades my mouth. He is pressing me up against
counter top, and I feel his erection slick against mine. He pulls
cry out, I don't know what I said but he sneers a little and pinches
nipple, digging in painfully and twisting.
"I only laughed twice, little man. You have to earn it if
you want more."
He's so close. I can take him, I know I can. I grab hold of his
pulling him into me, and all of a sudden I'm on the ground, face
down as he
kneels on my back. He has his arm around my throat and he's leaning
backwards hard enough to give me the idea. One more millimeter
and I'm dead. I can't die until after he fucks me. OK, so maybe
I can't take
him. I'm choking, and he's breathing in my ear. The sensation
is amazing. I
would certainly not have figured my present situation as sensual,
cold lino floor on my poor, desperate penis, the feel of his breath
ear, his hand squeezing my neck and my muscles screaming in outrage
assume a position only ever reached by the most mystical of yogis,
too much to bear. Then he bites me. He bites my neck, my ear,
and my cheek.
I can do nothing to help myself.
"I told you before, you don't get to choose. You only get
to obey." He
abruptly drops my neck, and my face comes into contact with the
reaches under my vest to scratch my back with casual ferocity,
still kneeling on me I feel him moving, and know he is removing
The first touch of that belt is delicate, he trails it along the
backs of my
knees, up my thighs toward my ass, and I'm quivering in anticipation.
shoves one knee between mine, spreading my legs and I open for
Will he? Oh my God, will he?
The first blow stings. He aims it between my thighs, and the end
of the belt
lovingly curls around my balls. I close my eyes, clench my teeth
on. Maybe he'll think I'm worthy. The second blow is close to
This time my breath hisses out involuntarily. He hears me and
takes time to
caress the inside of my thighs, following the path taken by the
fingers draw fire behind them, and I moan. There is a pause. I
what he's doing, but I feel him moving. Then comes the third blow.
This time I can't help myself, I let out a small sound, and again,
strokes where the lash has gone. His hand strays along my inner
thigh up to
my ass, and his fingers, now wet with something, pierce my ass
inside carrying the burning joy of a brand within me. My dick
leaps and I am
suddenly very close to coming. I moan.
"Very good, Jeffy, very good indeed. I told you that you
would like it."
Removing those fingers of his, he prompts me and I roll over,
straining up at him, my dignity gone forever. I look at him with
face, and the unholy eyes that glow within it and I bite my lip
bleeds to stop my mouth from begging and pleading with him to
end it, end it
and fuck me now.
He gives me three quick lashes with his belt, raising welts across
across my prick and down to the crease of my thighs. His eyes
bore into my
soul and I know he hears my thoughts as they spin through my consciousness.
He's smiling at me. He approves of me. I wriggle like a puppy
who has been
praised. Love me, fuck me, kill me if you like but love me first.
me by the cock and works the skin back and forth with slippery
close my eyes and moan with the electric pleasure of it. He releases
I feel a slap to my cheek. My eyes fly open.
"That's better, little man. Keep those baby-blues open. You
want to see
what's happening don't you?" I nod, not trusting myself to
speak, and he
leans down to kiss me briefly before biting into my lower lip.
I can't help
myself, I cry out then and he laughs, my blood on his lips. He
glass and offers me a drink. The alcohol makes my torn lip smart.
the glass, he deliberately licks it clean and then takes his own
before leaning down and taking my cock into his mouth. That does
I scream and howl, and I'm coming. Oh God I'm coming and it hurts
bad, oh it feels so good it's wonderful and he sucks me dry as
I arch up to
him, my eyes fixed on his face, penis spurting into his mouth
and my balls
turning themselves inside out.
I'm totally limp. The alcohol on the head of my cock makes it
"There! That should be sterile, don't you think?" He's
supercilious, smirky grin at me, like I should be congratulating
being clever. My voice has gone on strike again. I'm totally unable
him the praise he wants. I'm a sacrifice and just bleeding for
him should be
He gets up, pulling at my now rapidly deflating prick, forcing
me to rise
with him and pushing me to lean forward against the kitchen counter
the sink. The daffodils are peeking their yellow heads from the
so many churchgoing ladies in bonnets. I wonder if they should
Sacha drains his glass, and places it tenderly in the sink, and
slippery fingers are toying with my ass, parting the cheeks and
and out of my asshole, finding the prostate inside there and fingering
giving me silvery bursts of delight as he gets into the ryhthm
of it. I
don't think I can come like that twice in one day. I don't think
I can come
like that ever again! This feels nice though.
He crooks a finger in there and a little explosion of delicious
shoots through my cock and hey, what do you know, it's awake!
He pulls his
fingers free and I whimper.
"Please, oh please..." He slaps my butt sharply.
"What? What do you want?" His face is very close to
my ear, and his voice is
purring, growling, wild honey trickling in my ear.
"Oh God! I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me!" He
laughs shortly and I
feel his penis shove against my ass. It's big, much bigger than
and I lean down onto it, shouting as it pushes past the tightness
muscle there and slips into my channel. I'm bursting! He fills
me so snugly
I want to cry with the joy of it. He's right inside me. He presses
against my back and reaches around to hold onto my hip for balance.
feel his balls against my legs, and he leans down to bite the
back of my
neck. I yell again. I don't know what I say, but he 's suddenly
slamming into me, and I'm pushing back onto him, and in a heartbeat
his breath hiss. He grunts once as he shoves me hard up against
I feel him spurting, and his cock pulses inside me. I want to
hold him to
me, kiss him and pet him. I want to call him sweet names while
spent on my breast, but I know he won't permit that, so I hold
I'm lying forward resting my head on my arms, eyes closed, savouring
know are the final moments of this monstrous intimacy. I'm trying
when it was that I became a grovelling fool. I feel him pull away
and shudder at the loss of him. He is moving around, doing up
his pants I
guess. I remain still, savouring the memory of his warmth against
buttocks, not wanting to lose the feeling quite yet. His hand
returns to my
ass once more and I feel his fingers slide into me again. He presses
open, and I spread my legs to help him. I'm helpless with love.
He has something he's inserting into me. Its' cold and wet. .A
moisture runs down the inside of my thigh but I remain quiet,
his prompt. He calls to me gently instead of manhandling me, and
I raise my
head at last, surprised at his sudden gentleness. I attempt a
smile. I know
it's all wrong and maybe will look scary. My lips are stiff with
my face is not the best looking anyway, but I try, for him.
There is a click and a flash. He's got a camera! Then another
dark suns to explode inside my eyes. I am confused. He fumbles
with his bag,
tousles my hair and then he's gone. I hear the door snick closed
Reaching down, I probe to feel what it is he's put in my ass this
Oh, God! Daffodils!