Disclaimer:They are so not mine that they run when they see
me!
This is my response to Aries' challenge. I'm told that Aries is
a nice, quiet girl who never issues challenges! Hah! I say!
Thanks to Orithain, Nicole and Aries for beta of the very best.
Frankie, thanks for your continued interest and patience.
Rated NC17 for smuttiness and M/M interaction.You'll be offended,
I guarantee.
Archive: Tell me where and give me credit is all I ask
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What Goes Around by Dr. Ruthless.
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It had rained endlessly for days, and Alex was stir crazy.
Mulder was content to lounge on the couch with a beer or two and
watch dumb TV shows for hour after hour, but Alex couldn't do
it. He'd braved the weather to go to the gym a couple of times
and gotten soaked in the process. His muscles were nicely pumped,
but he was not. He prowled about restlessly, twitching. As he
wore a groove in Mulder's living room carpet, he paused from time
to time to pick things up and fiddle with them. Mulder was becoming
increasingly irritable as he watched Alex jumble his stuff.
"For God's sake, Alex, get a hobby." Mulder was getting
to the end of his tether. He had gotten to the stage where he
wanted to get a whip and a chair before approaching his lover.
"I have one, but you're sitting on it." The reply was
terse. Alex wanted to do something, anything except hang about
in these cramped surroundings watching Mulder vegetate. "Can't
we do something together?"
"Like what? Do you want to go take in a movie or something?"
The lazy reply came after a few minutes during which time Alex
had been working up to administering some kind of percussion adjustment
on his beloved. He relaxed and thought for a minute or two.
"No! I don't wanna just sit and be spoon-fed entertainment.
I wanna do something different. Something like they used to do
in the days before TV screwed up conversation and stuff."
The intensity in his voice signaled to Mulder that his lover was
not about to become restful right at that point. Mulder sighed.
"You want to talk?" Mulder was mystified. Alex was not
often in favor of discussions. He was more a man of action than
of words. Mulder wondered what he was being set up for. Shrugging
his shoulders, he clicked off the TV and sat up, swiveling his
legs down so that Alex could join him on the couch. Alex, deep
in thought, remained standing. At least he wasn't pacing up and
down like some kind of caged animal any more, but he was hardly
relaxed.
"What did the Victorians do when it rained? They used to
entertain themselves. Parlor games, they used to call them. We
could play some kind of stupid parlor game for a change. What
kind of games do you have?" Mulder thought for a few minutes.
"Well, I've got playing cards, and a Nintendo in the cupboard
somewhere. I can probably find Super Mario for you." He met
Alex's eyes, which were snapping with irritation and eagerness.
"Hmm, let me see." It was obvious that the
choices he had just offered did not excite Alex, and he was not
going to be off the hook so easily. "We can't play hopscotch.
It's pouring, and there isn't room in the parking lot under cover.
There aren't enough of us to play Sardines or Hide and Seek, unless
you want me to call the Gunmen?" Mulder grinned inwardly,
knowing how Alex would react to that idea. Sure enough, Alex shook
his head violently as the Gunmen were suggested.
"What else?" He sat down beside Mulder and turned his
intense green gaze on him. Mulder sighed to himself but smiled
indulgently at his love, noting that he was beginning to relax
a little. He put his hand around the restless man's head, pulling
his head in towards him. Searching his face he took in the storminess
of the beautiful green eyes, noted the little mole on his right
cheek, and drank in the sight of his soft expressive lips. He
leaned forward to cover them with his own, tongue sneaking between
his own to run around the sensitive inside of them before darting
in further to search out and caress Alex's tongue.
Alex melted into the kiss, and for a few minutes they were silent,
but finally as they drew apart, Alex fixed him with his unwavering
gaze and waited. Mulder groped through thoughts long ago left
behind with his childhood. He and Samantha had enjoyed playing
games. He had hated board games with a passion ever since his
sister had been taken, that night in November so long ago. He
suddenly had a brainwave.
"Alex, did you ever play a game called "Blind Man's
Buff?" He pulled Alex's head in again, making the fidgety
man rest against his shoulder and idly stroked his fingers over
his neck and ear while he was speaking.
"No! What is it?" Alex squirmed around so that he was
gazing up at his lover from his cushioned position on the other
man's shoulder. His face was alive with interest, and Mulder felt
his heart leap a little as he observed the switch he had made
from disaffected to entranced in just a few seconds.
//I hope I'll always be able to solve your problems so easily,
my Alex!//
"We used to play it at birthday parties. What happens is,
you get blindfolded and turned about enough so that you lose your
sense of direction, then you have to catch the other people in
the room. That's simple enough, right?"
Alex's eyes gleamed. "OK. Let's try. What rules are there?"
He sat up, already glancing around to fix things in his mind.
"Well, firstly, the blind man is not allowed to peek and
has to stand still for a count of twenty after he's been turned
around. He has to yell out that he's coming before he actually
starts out to look. Those are the rules as I recall them. Oh,
yeah, the people he's seeking aren't allowed to leave the room,
but they are allowed to move around, taunt the blind man, and
that kind of thing. Once the blind man has caught someone, he
trades places, and it starts over again." Alex was captivated
by this idea. He thought for a few minutes and then turned to
his lover.
"I think we should play it in the nude. It will be much more
fun that way." So saying, he jumped up and grabbed at Mulder's
hand, heading for the bedroom as fast as he could. "What
do you have to use as a blindfold?" Mulder rummaged through
his closet, and after a somewhat extended search, managed to come
up with a black silk tie. Beckoning the Russian to come closer,
he proceeded to blindfold Alex, first applying a pad over each
eye made from a pair of socks and then adding the tie, binding
it on and tying it at the back of Alex's head, allowing the ends
to fall down over his shoulder. Surveying his handiwork, he grabbed
the front of Alex's denim shirt and pulled him forward into a
close embrace, pressing his mouth down on Alex's lips and plunging
his tongue in to check his fillings. Alex moaned a little and
kissed him back, feeling a little strange without his vision.
Mulder began to unbutton Alex's shirt, pushing it off his shoulders
and then diving for the fastening of his jeans.
Quickly stripping Alex, Mulder sat him down on the edge of the
bed and stood for a minute looking at this eager man who was his
lover. He was astonished at how Alex's mood had swung in just
a few minutes. He loved Alex. Sometimes the other man irritated
him, but Mulder's heart squeezed painfully whenever he looked
at his love. All he had to do was hear that smoky, husky voice
to feel the inner core of him flow like lava, and when, like now,
Alex was naked and ready for him, he had serious trouble breathing.
He just couldn't get enough of Alex.
He stripped himself efficiently and crossed to where Alex was
sitting, listening intently to the sounds around him.
//Hmmm... I'll fix that, baby!//
He put his hands on Alex's shoulders and leaned down to capture
those lips again. It was hard not to push him back onto the bed
and go to work on him right now, but he didn't want to disappoint
his wayward love, so he contented himself with the kiss and then
pulled Alex to his feet.
"Are you ready, baby? Once we get into the living room, I
spin you round, and then you count 20 before you come looking
for me, OK? No peeking, right?" Alex grinned at him and felt
for his arm, missing it entirely, but managing to find Mulder's
flat belly. He stroked it a little, descending a little lower
with each pass. Mulder's cock woke up and took notice at this
point.
"It's an interesting game already, Fox. What do I get when
I find you?" He stroked his thumb over the tip of Mulder's
erection as he spoke, making Mulder draw his breath in really
sharply.
"I'm sure you'll think of something! Come on now, let's go
do it." He placed a kiss on the back of Alex's neck and smacked
his ass sharply as he moved the two of them back into the living
room. Once there, he spun Alex around several times and then stood
well away from him as Alex began to count out loud from twenty
down to one. Recalling Alex's habit of following sounds, Mulder
moved over and turned on his stereo. The soundtrack from Tank
Girl began to play, and Alex suddenly looked a little less smug!
'.... Seven...six_ You bastard, Fox! I'll get you! Five, four,
three, two, one, coming now!" He swung around, marking the
direction
that the music was coming from. Mulder watched, fascinated as
Alex oriented himself. Maybe the music had not been such a great
idea. Perhaps he could have been quiet enough without. Silently,
he crossed the room to stand behind Alex, who was listening as
hard as he could, attempting to edit out the loud music and find
Fox's whereabouts.
Quickly, he aimed a smack at Alex's left cheek and then skipped
back out of range, quietly walking over to stand close beside
the radio again. Alex, who was slowed down by the fact that his
left arm was missing, said a few terse words in Russian, and rubbed
his ass. Mulder snickered, which was a mistake because Alex zeroed
in on it with deadly accuracy and began making for him. Mulder
sidestepped, slapping that pretty butt again as he swerved past
Alex. Alex had other ideas and threw himself down in front of
where he imagined Mulder might be passing, grabbing wildly with
his one hand. He was close. Mulder had to skip over the top of
Alex, and Alex got his hand on Mulder's heel, although he could
not grab it with enough purchase to maintain his hold. Mulder
breathed again.
Alex remained on the floor for several seconds, listening again.
He knew which direction Fox had been heading, and he thought he
could hear the other man breathing. He rose to his feet, stood
for a moment longer, trying to hear what was happening, and then,
to Mulder's horrified amazement, Alex headed straight for him
again at a run. He was trapped by the dinette to one side of him,
and all he could think of to do was crouch down and crawl under
the table. This is what he did. Once inside the confines of the
table, he crouched quietly, trying to remain as motionless as
he could as Alex groped around for him, smacking his foot and
cussing under his breath in Russian once again. Mulder held his
breath as Alex stood within an inch of him and would perhaps have
escaped unscathed had Alex not kicked out with his foot, connecting
squarely with Mulder's thigh as he shrunk back under the table.
Knowing that he had been discovered, he emerged from his hiding
place as fast as he could, but by the time he was free from the
encumbering table legs, Alex had moved around to intercept him,
and he felt the full force of his lover's chunky body mash him
up against the wall. The breath was driven from his body, and
he gasped as Alex pinned him.
"Gotcha!" Alex's face was beaming as he leaned into
the full body contact. His hand snaked around Fox's waist as he
pulled him tightly up against him. His lips brushed Mulder's chin,
travelling from there up to fix onto his captive's mouth, and
Alex kissed him, kissed him hard, chewing on the lush lower lip
before forcing his way into that mouth to lash with his tongue.
Mulder could feel Alex's excitement. He reached up to untie the
blindfold, but Alex quickly said "No!" and resumed his
kissing, progressing over the other man's cheek to his ear, and
thence to his neck, where he sank his teeth in, sucking and biting
until Mulder cried out. He knew he was going to be wearing high
collars for the next two weeks.
He ran his lips over Mulder's chest until he found a nipple, biting
into it and then chewing and sucking on it until the other man
began to writhe and groan. As Mulder threw his head back, he transferred
his attention to its mate and began the process over again, teasing
it with his mouth while his hand kept up the play with the first
one. Mulder had his hands on Alex's head, holding him tightly
as he mouthed and licked and bit on his nipples. His breath began
to come in a series of short, sharp grunts. Alex drew his head
back.
"Could you come just from this?" he asked in tones of
wonder. Mulder thought for a minute.
"I don't think so just from the play with my nipples, but
it wouldn't take too much more. You wouldn't need to do that much
work, just a very little pressure and I would be gone." He
had his head back, and Alex had returned to the nipples and was
worrying them even as he listened. He dropped his hand as he listened
to Fox.
"Pressure like this for example?" he inquired sweetly
as he ran his palm over Mulder's very stiff, very proud cock.
He chuckled as he heard the keening sound that issued from Mulder's
lips and felt the thrust of his hips as he sought for that hand
again. "Oh, sorry, I thought you said it wouldn't take much.
Did you need a little more?"
Mulder leaned forward to bite the back of Alex's neck. "God,
Alex, fuck me, please. This feels so good." Alex, still chuckling,
lifted his lover up onto the table and draped him over it, pushing
his knees up. Finally he reached up and discarded his blindfold,
opening his eyes and studying the sight of Mulder laid out for
him. "Mmmm! A banquet!" he purred, and stooping, he
applied his mouth to the area just behind Mulder's balls, licking
and stroking with his tongue and every once in a while sucking
sharply on it. Slowly, he worked his way down to Mulder's asshole
and the tightly puckered pink opening. He tongued that too, forcing
his tongue inside it, flicking it back and forth as he moistened
it. Finally, he spat on his finger and slowly slid it up inside
Mulder's ass, crooking it forward to find the other man's magic
button. Mulder was by this time so into what Alex was doing to
him that he shrieked when Alex found and stroked his prostate
gland. Alex was laughing gently as he watched Fox losing his mind
on the table in front of him.
Mulder was writhing and gibbering incoherently as Alex, fingers
deep inside him, rubbed over and over the gland that sent the
sharp stabs of joy through his body. Alex was feeling very hard
himself, but the sight of his lover so out of control was such
a turn on that he didn't want to end it quite yet. He slowly pulled
his fingers out of Mulder's ass, and when the other man protested,
wriggling his ass in an attempt to keep the delicious feelings
he had been experiencing just moments before, he slapped the tempting
white cheeks sharply.
"That's one!" Alex was smirking as Mulder yowled again.
"Oh, God Alex, I need you. I need you right now!" Mulder
opened his legs wide, shameless in his need, and Alex
groaned, while his own cock leapt in response. Taking pity on
his wildly writhing lover, he took hold of his dick and slathered
it with saliva. Steadying Fox, who had placed his ankles onto
Alex's shoulders, he took his cock in his hand and placed it against
the tempting pucker he had just been invading. Mulder's moan of
satisfaction made Alex's dick throb and twitch as he slowly pushed
it into his lover. They slowly inched together as Alex gradually
sank further and further into the hot warm tightness that was
Fox. Fox was somehow managing to tighten his muscles around Alex,
and Alex froze, teetering on the very edge of losing it.
"Stop it, Fox!" Mulder laughed and continued to work
his ass in tiny little clutching movements that Alex found incredibly
arousing.
"I can't hold off any longer if you keep on doing that, Fox.
Stop it!" He delivered another slap to Mulder's behind, and
Mulder at that point went ballistic. He could no longer keep still,
keep his movements subtle, and Alex responded instantly, plunging
into him with fury and at the same time grabbing hold of the other
man's penis and pumping it wildly.
"Come on, Fox. Show me how you love me. Come for me now."
For the next few minutes, as Alex pounded Mulder's ass, all that
could be heard were cries and groans, and the sound of flesh sliding
on flesh, then suddenly Mulder, who had been making "Nnngh!
Nnnngh!" sounds, suddenly went rigid and screamed Alex's
name at the top of his voice. White droplets of semen spurted
as Alex milked his pulsing cock. His own orgasm was close, so
close that the sights and sounds of his lover's pleasure put him
suddenly over the edge. His vision clouded as he felt trickles
of fizzing white joy slide together, pool in the pit of his stomach
and hurl themselves through and out of his cock, dragging pleasure
along by the balls. Alex spent himself into his lover and collapsed
forward onto him where he lay, allowing Mulder to stroke and pet
him. After a few minutes, Alex lifted his head from his drowsy
lover's chest, poked him to get his attention, and spoke.
"OK, Fox. Now it's your turn!"
Sue aka Dr. Ruthless
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