From: "bizzzichick" To: "Whispers" Subject: [XFNC17ff] New Fic: Alex Unleashed, 17+, M/K, M/O Date: Saturday, March 02, 2002 11:49 PM Title: Alex Unleashed Author: bizzzichick@yahoo.com (Satina) Website: http://www.angelfire.com/scifi/xtasy Rating: 17+ for sex, nonconsensual sexual activity, and bloody violence ***************** Warning: Attempted rape and graphic, bloody violence. ***************** Keywords: M/K, M/O Disclaimer: I might be willing to deal if I see the boys together in the finale. Maybe. We'll see. Summary: I just wanted to write something with jealous, vengeful, underestimated Krycek. So I did. Archive: I used to give it all away to everyone, but after getting burned, I'd appreciate it if you asked first. Yes in advance to any list it's posted on. Spoilers: No. Feedback: It keeps me going on the bad days and makes me loopy on the good ones. And it keeps the fic-fountain flowing. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Alex danced away from Mulder just far enough that he put tension on his leash, then Mulder grabbed up the slack in the heavy silver chain and reeled him back in. He gave a brisk tug as Alex came in close, jerking him up against his body hard, and they both grunted on impact. Mulder kept pulling until Alex's face came in just where he wanted it, then, holding Alex in place with only the tension in the chain, he took his mouth in a deep, rough kiss. Mulder could feel Alex groaning against his mouth as he thrust his tongue in deeply, then withdrew, only to thrust in again. Alex writhed against Mulder, humping Mulder's black leather-clad hip with his own hide-covered throbbing crotch. Mulder slid his free hand up Alex's side through the sweat, sliding over bare flesh stretched tight over hard, lean muscle. His progress from hip to pec was only slightly impeded by the thin, black, studded straps criss-crossing his lover's upper body. Alex's nipples were framed by horizontal and vertical straps, and as Mulder continued ravaging Alex's mouth, he took one nipple between thumb and forefinger and rolled it hard. "MMmmmmphh..." Alex whimpered, pressing himself up against Mulder full-length desperately. Mulder thrust his tongue so deeply that Alex gagged momentarily, then Mulder withdrew and started sucking his way down the side of Alex's neck. The two men humped one another shamelessly, attempting to stay in tempo with the loud, pounding music so that nobody knew they were just seconds from coming inside their difficult-to-clean leather pants. Mulder took Alex's small gold hoop earring firmly in his teeth and tugged, and Alex leaned his head back in total submission, baring his collared throat with a gasp. "Don't you fucking come in those pants," Mulder growled into his ear. Alex groaned and stilled his hips, sealed against Mulder in a hard press. "Good boy," rumbled Mulder, rewarding Alex by sucking his earlobe tenderly before fastening his mouth on the side of that strong, pale throat and sucking a mark of possession into the sensitive skin there. Alex just grunted and moved only slightly to the music, held on the very edge, but not too worried about disobeying Mulder, due to the small, black strap of leather tightly hugging the base of his rock-hard erection. But it was beginning to hurt in a serious way, and if Mulder didn't fuck him soon he was afraid he might start begging. Of course, Mulder loved it when he begged, so that was probably the whole idea. "M-Mulder?" "MMm." Mulder grunted against his throat, nipping and sucking. "Can...we...go..Uhn!...home now?" Mulder didn't answer, holding Alex to him tightly by way of the silver leash as he scraped his fingernail over one nipple and then the other, now sucking on the hard ridge of muscle that connected Alex's delicious neck to his very edible shoulder. "Puh-please?" Alex begged, feeling his knees give way. He felt Mulder smile against his skin and knew that's what he'd been waiting for. Mulder pulled his mouth off Alex with a last rough swipe of his tongue against the bruised, wet flesh and jerked the leash. "Let's go." He turned his back to Alex, holding the leash draped over his shoulder, keeping the tension high and keeping Alex so close behind him that he could feel Alex's hard-on from time to time as he would stumble and bump his pelvis against Mulder's ass. Mulder really liked his birthday present from Alex. Who knew a leash could be so much fun? They got out on the street and joined the press of hot, excited people either waiting for a cab or waiting to get into the club they'd just left. Neither option looked like it was going to happen right away. Alex had now sealed himself against Mulder's backside, nestling his erection right between the cheeks of Mulder's ass. Mulder groaned, the soft, supple leather doing very little to keep him from feeling the heat of Alex's arousal. His eyes narrowed as he became increasingly impatient to get home, then fluttered closed as Alex's hands skimmed up the sides of his black T-shirt, teasing his nipples into becoming painfully hard. With a growl, he jerked on the leash again, stepping away from the crowd of people and walking around in back of the club, Alex literally on his heels, stumbling and bumping his hard cock against Mulder's ass with every other step. Mulder scanned the long, dark alley behind the club, but there was no one around, the only motion coming from the people walking by on either end. Large dumpsters were placed every ten yards or so along the back wall, and Mulder figured that if he and Alex stayed close enough against the wall, no one was likely to see much. Mulder let Alex's leash out, turning around to face him, then giving it another tug, pulled Alex in close as he stepped over to the wall. He spun Alex around face-first into the wall and pressed him against the bricks gently but firmly with his body. Alex groaned, his hands splayed out on either side of him, his cheek pressed against the warm stone. Mulder pressed himself up against Alex's body firmly and grabbed Alex by the hair with his free hand, pulling his head to the side to gain access to his throat again. Mulder worked his hips against Alex's ass as he kissed and sucked his way back up to Alex's ear, then froze. "What?" Alex asked, head leaned back, feeling a slight chill where Mulder's saliva cooled on his abandoned flesh. "Your earring," Mulder murmured, flicking Alex's lobe delicately with the tip of his tongue. "It's gone." "Fuck the earring," gasped Alex, pressing his ass against Mulder wantonly. "Better yet, fuck *me!*" Mulder chuckled, rotating his hips, grinding into Alex's ass again. "That earring was the first thing I ever bought you, Alex. It will *not* please me if you don't find it." He gave Alex's earlobe a warning nip, then stepped away, dropping the handle of the leash. Alex sighed deeply, very disappointed to be off Mulder's tether, then pushed himself up off the wall. "I'll go find it then," he said petulantly. "But you stay here so you can finish what you started." Mulder smiled and adjusted his stiff cock with one hand, leaning back against the wall in that loose, liquid way he had. Alex gritted his teeth and picked up the handle of his leash, then headed into the club. Mulder sighed and rested his hand on the ridge under the fly of his leather pants, stroking idly. He closed his eyes and imagined peeling Alex's tight black pants down and fucking him up against the back wall of the club. He groaned quietly, giving himself a squeeze. "Whatsamatter, top-man? Lose your boy-toy?" Mulder's eyes snapped open and he stood up from the wall, brushing his hand over his hip. Fuck! No hip holster. No gun. No room for one in an outfit like this. He made his eyes hard and surveyed the men closing in around him, his body tense and alert, adrenaline already coursing, readying him for the fight. He was quickly being surrounded by four men, the closest being as tall as Mulder, with dark hair and a dark, neat beard. Mulder scanned him from head to toe quickly, but the man wore no indication of his own stature, dressed only in dark blue jeans and a black T-shirt. Mulder saw the hard, rounded pecs move beneath the thin cotton as the man stepped in closer. He swallowed back his panic. The man looked like over six feet of solid, hard-packed muscle. He still would have probably been able to best him with a few well- placed feints and kicks, but the other three men backing him up made that a really dumb idea. He lifted his chin and said nothing, eyes watching for the least movement. No weapons so far. That was at least good. The three men behind the bearded guy were shooting each other looks, their eyes glazed by alcohol and lust. Mulder hoped maybe it would dull their reflexes, not feeling particularly good about the thin, sinewy tattoed guy and the way he nudged the shoulder of the shaved-completely-bald black guy. His eyes flicked appreciatively over the long-haired blonde on the end, figuring he must just be there for decoration. "Leather-boy here thinks he's a top," sneered the bearded guy, lifting a hand to Mulder's jaw. Mulder's hand came up in a quick arc, knocking it to the side as his eyes narrowed. The bearded man only laughed and brought his hand back up, catching Mulder's wrist in an iron grip the next time it came up to knock him away. He squeezed hard, grinding the fine bones against one another, and Mulder clenched his jaw, struggling not to react. The bearded man's hand came up slowly, and he calmly stroked his finger down the side of Mulder's cheek, pursing his lips slightly. Mulder decided to pick his battles more cautiously and allowed the unwanted caress. "You're too pretty to be a top," the man said quietly. "Mouth like that just begs to suck cock." He turned his head and looked back over his shoulder. "Don't you think, guys?" All three nodded, the sinewy one licking his lips. "Fuckin' born to it," he sneered, extending his tongue and wagging it lewdly. Mulder's lip curled in disgust and he reached up with his free hand, grabbing the bearded man's wrist as tightly as he could and yanking it down away from his face. Bearded guy's head snapped around, smile gone, eyes hard. "We can play this rough if you want to, beautiful, but it doesn't have to be that way. I don't want to mess up that pretty mouth of yours, but I'll smash it in if you try that again." Mulder glared at him, not letting go of his wrist. "Bobby, get over here and take this wrist, wouldja?" The wiry man grinned hugely and stepped in, licking his bottom lip repeatedly. Mulder struggled as the bearded man lifted the wrist he'd never stopped squeezing and forced it back against the wall, grimacing only slightly with the effort. As the other man's thin arms grabbed hold of his forearm tightly, he began to feel very desperate and trapped, and before he really knew he was going to, he snapped his head forward, driving his forehead into the bearded man's nose, then brought his knee up into the man's groin. The bearded man cried out, doubling over and staggering back. "You really shouldn'ta fuckin' did that," said the thin man quietly, taking Mulder's arm and wrist in a double-handed grip. The other two men stepped in, the large black man taking over control of Mulder's other arm, the pretty blonde man stepping in and using the hem of his own white T-shirt to wipe the blood from beneath the bearded man's nose. Mulder writhed against the wall and kicked out, nearly landing a heel into the bearded man's already maligned groin. "Turn him the fuck around," the bearded man growled. "I'm through playin'." Mulder struggled even harder, but the thin man to his left avoided the kicks and drove his own knee into Mulder's upper thigh hard, knocking him slightly to the side and away from the wall. Seeing his advantage, the man wrenched Mulder's arm up behind his back. The black man helped turn Mulder around so the two men were in each other's places. He held Mulder's other hand against the brick wall with the force of both arms and the weight of his body. "That's better," said the bearded man calmly. "Bottom-boy here has a very nice one, don't you think?" He stepped up behind Mulder, giving his leather-clad, clenched asscheek a hard squeeze. Mulder kicked backward with his leg, but as the thin man yanked his arm up higher, he stilled with a hiss of pain. His only thought, the only one he would let himself entertain, was that any minute now Alex was going to come around that corner. Any minute now. He'd better fucking hurry up, though, because the bearded man's hand was sliding around in front, fumbling for the button on his pants, and the arm pulled up behind his back painfully kept him from doing a damn thing about it. Bearded man worked one hand up the inside of Mulder's thigh, which jerked and trembled but did not make another attempt to kick out. He panted, trying to calm himself as the man pressed up against his backside, working his fly open and gripping Mulder's flagging cock in a tight grip. "Awww..what's the matter?" asked the bearded man, squeezing Mulder's deflating organ roughly as he worked his own jeans open with his free hand. "You can only get it up for your pretty little puppy? Too bad he took off and found himself a better Master, eh?" Bearded man leaned in and bit the back of Mulder's neck hard, and Mulder hissed in more pain. He began to make helpless, desperate grunting sounds deep in his throat as the bearded man slid his pants down his hips, now sucking hard on Mulder's skin, most likely swallowing blood. Mulder's pants were down around his ankles now, and the bearded man kneaded Mulder's hard, white butt cheeks roughly, brushing his wet-tipped erection between them. Mulder squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered, saying one word over and over in his mind. Alex...Alex...Alex...Alex... Bearded man gripped his cock around the base, breathing hard, and spread Mulder's asshcheeks with his other hand. Mulder felt the moist, hot tip of the man's cock pressing hard against his tightly clenched opening, then nearly collapsed with relief as the man was interrupted by a low growl. "Maybe if you get that piece of meat away from him fast enough I'll let you keep it." Mulder was ashamed of the tears that sprung to his eyes at the sound of that cherished rumble, but he couldn't help them. He could no longer feel the man's cock against his ass, though his cheeks were still spread by the man's fingers and thumb. "Well, looks like boy-toy's back after all," said the bearded man, looking over at Alex. Alex walked up to within ten feet of the men, flicking a dismissive glance over the unoccupied blonde man, then focusing his laser-intense glare on the man with his naked cock next to his lover's perfect ass. "Here," the bearded man said, letting go of Mulder's ass and placing his hand over Mulder's arm between them. "I can handle him. You go get yourself some sweetmeat." He grinned at the thin man, who let go of Mulder's aching arm and stepped away, tongue working manically once again. The bearded man gave Mulder's arm a tug, and he hissed in pain, which brought a low chuckle from his assailant's throat. The wiry man was slinking over toward Alex. "You need a real man to take hold of that leash," he purred, looking Alex over from head to toe. Alex stood his ground, saying nothing, holding the handle to his leash in one hand, the other one clenched in a tight fist at his side. Then he lowered his head slightly, looking up at the man from beneath his lashes, and smiled. "Jesus, you are a fucking cover-boy, aren't you?" said the man wonderingly, stepping in closer. Alex leaned his head back, baring his throat in submission, fluttering his lashes. He held the handle of the leash away from his body, unclenching the fist at his side and turning his palm inward. The wiry man smiled, clearly very proud of the way he'd so quickly tamed this gorgeous creature. The bearded man chuckled, patiently watching the exchange, holding Mulder's injured arm up high with one hand, idly stroking his erection with the other. Mulder, facing away from Alex, struggled to turn his head, scraping his nose and chin on the rough brick as he did so. He sighed with relief as he caught sight of his lover. He almost felt sorry for the dumb sonofabitch walking up to him. The smiling man stepped between Alex's arms and slid one hand around his hips, resting it on his ass, and wrapped the other around the harnessed chest. Alex reached around the man slowly, passing the handle of his leash to his other hand. Suddenly, he wrapped it once around the stunned man's neck, then jerked his own neck backward as he yanked with his hand, instantly crushing the man's larynx and windpipe. Mulder heard the bearded man's shocked gasp, and the wiry man was jerking and going limp before the bearded man could even let go of his cock. Then the very beautiful but very stupid long-haired blonde stepped up to Alex with a snarl, pulling his fist back to land a kidney punch. Alex let him land it and leaned forward with the impact, unwrapping his leash from around the now quite-dead man's skinny throat and unclipping it from his collar. He twirled the chain around the fingers of his hand rapidly, then pulled back his fist and slammed it into the blonde man's mouth, shattering several teeth and pulverizing his pretty pink lips into a bloody pulp. The man fell back with a gurgling scream, but before he could bring his hands to his mangled mouth, Alex, rocketed his chain-wrapped fist into the man's aqualine nose, causing a second explosion of blood and screams. He quickly fired off one last finishing punch to the side of the man's head, sending him crashing to the ground. "Jesus fucking Christ!" screamed the bearded man, letting go of Mulder's arm and tucking himself hastily into his pants, not bothering to do up his fly as he advanced on the man who'd just killed his lover and his best friend. "I'm gonna fuckin' rip you apart!" he roared, lunging forward. Alex used the time the man spent getting his cock put away to unwrap the silver chain of his leash from around his fist and double it in a heavy loop. The bearded man charged, and Alex swung the chain in a short, sharp arc, whipping it into the side of the man's head. The man screamed, falling to the side, still upright but staggering as blood streamed down the side of his face. He blinked and swayed, trying to dispell the pain-and-shock- induced confusion. Alex stepped forward, snapping the bloody chain hard once again, and the man fell back further, holding his hands up uselessly to ward off the blows. Alex just continued advancing on the bleeding, blubbering man, swinging the chain in a circle at his side. The bearded man stumbled and fell back on his ass, and Alex walked up and stood over him, wiping the blood from his face. "N-no..." The man whined, his face a mass of bruised and broken skin. "You. Got. Off. Easy." gritted Alex from between clenched teeth. Then he twisted his face into a grimace of intense effort and whipped the chain into the top of the bearded man's head. He fell to the ground sideways, little fragments of skull bone piercing his brain. Alex hawked up a mouthful of phlegm and spit it in the man's face. He then stepped over to where Mulder and the bald man were struggling, Mulder being at a disadvantage because of the leather pants bunched around his ankles and his severely sprained, possibly broken arm. Fortunately, the man was so shocked at the bloody display Mulder's sub had just put on that when Mulder turned in against his pinned arm and yanked on it, the man merely let go, staggering backward, a look of pure shocked fear on his face. Which did not diminish in the slightest as Alex brought the gory chain around his throat from behind, crossed the ends and pulled. The bald man scratched at his constricted throat, making no other attempt to fight back as Alex's face twisted into an animalistic grimace, his arms trembling with the force they were putting on the two ends of the chain. Mulder fastened his pants and looked up to see the bald man's eyes rolling back in his eyes. "Don't kill him," he rasped quickly. Alex met his eyes, chain still taut, mouth in a defiant snarl. The man he was strangling went limp and sagged, and Alex was yanked forward with his weight but didn't let up on the chain, leaning over him, still pulling tightly. "He didn't hurt me, Alex. You don't have to kill him. He's unconscious. Just drop him." Mulder took another step closer to Alex, keeping his voice low and calm. "Please." He let out a sigh of relief as he saw the chain at the man's neck finally go slack, then unwind as the man fell to the ground. He wasn't sure if the man was dead or not, but Alex had dropped him and was now wiping the blood and spit from his lips with a trembling hand. "Thank you." Alex looked up, panting and shaking now with the aftereffects of the rage and adrenaline. He blinked. "Are...are you okay, Mulder?" Mulder gave a mirthless smile. "Way more okay than I would have been if you'd taken two more minutes to find that earring," he answered, cradling his injured arm against his stomach. Alex dangled the blood and tissue-covered chain from one gory hand, eyes narrowed. "I'm glad I killed them," he said in a low, dark voice. "I wanted to do more." "I know," said Mulder softly. He wanted to take Alex in his arms, but the man was a bloody mess. He stepped forward, coming up close and stroking his hand through Alex's damp hair. Alex shivered and leaned into it, but made no attempt to touch Mulder, holding his hands at his sides, chain dangling limply. "I-I'm sorry I ruined your birthday present," said Alex as if he couldn't think of anything else to say. Mulder actually chuckled a little at that. "You used it to save my ass. Literally. You have nothing to be sorry for." Alex actually twitched one corner of his mouth up as if to smile. "Besides," continued Mulder seriously. "It's still the same chain. It's very resilient. It just needs some cleaning up." Alex blinked, catching Mulder's double meaning and feeling his heart swell with it. "Thanks," he whispered. "So what the hell are we going to do now?" Mulder looked around the scene sadly, a grimace of disgust marring his face. "We're going to have to call the police." Alex's eyes widened at that. He swallowed hard. "Don't worry Alex. You saved my life. Yes, you did it a little more violently than some, but you only used what you had. Who the fuck knew it was gonna be your leash?" He tried to give Alex a reassuring smile, his arms cold with the need to wrap around him. "I'll back you up, Alex. I'll back you up all the way. Just like you backed me up." Alex blinked rapidly, then nodded, looking down at Mulder's body to reassure himself that Mulder was indeed okay. "What's the matter with your arm?" he asked, his eyes narrowing again. "Sprained, maybe broken," said Mulder with a grimace. "But nothing anymore serious than that." Alex nodded again. He took a deep breath and let it out, then spoke quietly. "Which one?" Mulder sighed. "The one who came up to you. The skinny one. He twisted it up behind my back while...the other one..." Alex's jaw tensed and Mulder decided to change the subject. "Anyway, Alex, why don't you stay here and I'll go to the end of the alley and ask someone to call the cops." Alex nodded, staring down at the man slumped on the ground at his feet. "And Alex?" He looked up. "Thanks for dropping that man. I know you really didn't want to." Alex stared into Mulder's eyes, then squinted, and Mulder could tell he was holding back tears. "Let's get this taken care of so we can get home," Mulder said softly, stroking through Alex's hair again with his good hand. "I'll give you a bath and you'll be clean again." He could see that Alex, while still enraged enough to want to do it all over again, was also feeling a little shock and self-loathing at how easily he had reduced three men to bloody lumps. Mulder knew Alex was working so hard to leave his old life behind, and this brought it all back anew. He needed to help Alex to feel human again, and he knew it would take more than a long, hot bath. But he figured that would be a good start. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Big, sloppy thanks to my woman, who made all kinds of very helpful, if slightly disturbing suggestions. Who knew there were so many ways to kill a man with a leash? And who knew my sweet Shan would think of all of them? Well...that was interesting, don't you think? Or do you? Let me know, please! bizzzichick@yahoo.com