Future Perfect

by Emily and Dr. Ruthless

Pairing: Alex Krycek/Dustin Yarma

Disclaimer: Dustin and Alex still belong to Fox. We want them, but they only come over to play occasionally.

Beta:Thanks to Sebastian once again for her beta.

Rated: A for slash

Series: 1. For Services Rendered, 2. Future Perfect, 3. What You Get For Loving Me , 4. Out of the Frying Pan, 5. Into the Fire, 6. Present Tense, 7. Extremis

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As they stood up, Alex took Dustin's hand. He kissed his ear, taking it into his mouth and nipping at it lightly. The restaurant was dimly lit, but Dustin still felt far too exposed as Alex caressed him for all to see. He murmured a soft protest as Alex slid his arms around him.

"I've got a treat for you, baby boy." Alex cupped Dustin's ass in his hands, squeezing. "Charmin' soft..." Dustin shivered as he felt Alex claim him for all to see. He couldn't back away. Alex owned him now. He'd agreed to that, and somehow it felt right, perfect to be groped in front of the diners. Flushed, he turned his face, allowing Alex to scorch his mouth with kisses.

Alex took the collar between his teeth, tugging possessively. "I'm gonna take you to a club... don't worry. For now it'll just be to watch..."

He slipped his arms around Dustin's waist. "Come on, baby, let's go..."

When they got into the car, Krycek looked at him. He wondered how Dustin would take this one... but it was necessary. He took out a leather leash and showed it to Dustin.

"Will you wear this, at the club? Best that you do..."

"Do you trust me?"

He knew that without the leash, other men at the club would feel free to come on to Dustin - to try to take him as their slave. But some things had to be learned...

Dustin stared at the strip of leather and metal that Alex was holding. This was moving rather faster than he had thought it would. It had felt so good to hang his head and give himself over into the handshand of this capable man, but he was damned if he was going to appear in public wearing a leash. He reared back, defiance in his eyes.

"The hell I will. What do you think I am?" Dustin suddenly had a look of absolute fury. The man surely didn't seriously expect him to wear a leash? Damn!

Alex smiled, a smile that had brittle, glittering edges to it. He knew what was in store for his honey, and in a way he was looking forward to it. It would be a lesson in trust, with consequences that would stay with Dustin forever. He leaned forward to capture Dustin's mouth, smiled against it, and then devoured it, sucking on his tongue and moaning his pleasure.

As he put the car in gear, he grinned at Dustin, his smile still hard and bright. Dustin smiled in return, feeling a little relieved. He had thought that there would be an argument, and there had not been. It had been childishly simple to defy Alex. He settled back in his seat and began to anticipate a night out in a club as though it were something mundane.

During the drive, Alex looked over at Dustin occasionally with that same smile, thinking about the leash in his pocket. As the club's valet dealt with their car, he walked over to Dustin and pulled him hard against the wall, kissing him fiercely. He tasted spicy and musky and warm. Krycek pulled him close, nipping at his neck. "Mine," he said, nipping hard enough to mark him. "All mine..."

He took Dustin's hand and led him into the club, slowly.

The club was dark and smoky. Techno-ambient music came from out of nowhere, and the Tyndall effect from the red flashing strobes was gauzy. Alex pulled Dustin along, past leather boys and gimps clad in thin straps, past their tops, who were whipping them. There was a row of submissives waiting to be picked up by a master, and masters looking for subs.

One of them walked over to Dustin and Alex. Alex snarled.

Dustin's head whipped around at the sound. Alex was glowering at the newcomer. Dustin didn't know the man who had approached, but he smiled nervously as the man - a huge figure in leather pants and a harness - strolled around him.

"Very nice. Very nice indeed, though hardly humble enough." The bass voice rumbled across Dustin's senses, jarring them. Alex coughed, histrionically, and when he spoke, his voice was cold and silky with menace.

"Excuse me? You're questioning me about my pet? I didn't give you leave."

The man mountain grinned at Alex, and snaked a huge arm around Dustin's waist, pulling him in to his side whether Dustin liked it or not.

"Hah! A matched pair. I like that idea. I like it a lot. I'd make you cower for me. You'd wear mirrored stripes across your back and walk behind me for all to admire." He cupped Dustin's crotch, feeling the package within crudely. Dustin shrank away, but couldn't fight the strength of the man who had him captive. He made a small sound somewhere between a gasp and a whimper.

"You have something of mine." Alex's soft voice seemed to fill Dustin's head. The other man laughed again, throwing back his head with a roar that grated on Dustin's nerves and made him tremble. This big ox was scaring him. He didn't see Alex move, but suddenly there was a knife protruding from his assailant's bare shoulder, and a bloody rose blossomed around it. Dustin heard a curse and the arm around him slackened, permitting him to move away. Alex had stepped in towards them, and the look on his face was terrifying. He held another knife to the big man's throat, and his smile returned as he made his demands.

"Neither of us is negotiable at the moment. Thank you for your kind offer." He spat the last words out, and wrenched his knife free, wiped it on the other man's pants, and made it vanish into his clothing. Then he turned to Dustin.

He slipped his arms around Dustin's waist and took his ear in his teeth, none too lightly.

"Ya tebya lyublyu, moi Dustina."

When he'd seen the other man touch his pet, Alex had wanted to go off. He had wanted to paint the walls of the club red with the man's blood, and defy anyone to touch Dustin again. His heart rate was slowly returning to normal, as his anger faded... and... changed.

He hissed into Dustin's ear. "That wouldn't have happened if you'd been wearing the leash. Now, we must show them you are mine... and you must show me you still honor me."

He turned, gazing at Dustin darkly. "You will get on your knees, here, and suck me off. You will swallow my come, and enjoy it."

He gazed around at the group of doms who had gathered to challenge him if he couldn't control Dustin.

"Do it. Now. On your knees."

He pushed down on Dustin's shoulders, thrusting his hips at him.

Seeing Dustin's reluctance, he growled, "Or would you rather I let them have their way with you?"

One of the men smiled lewdly at this.

Alex growled again. No one would touch Dustin and get away with it...

Dustin swallowed nervously. There was blood on his arm from the leather-clad mountain that had tried to manhandle him. Alex had stabbed him without so much as a second thought. Dustin felt a thrill go through him. Alex had done it for him. Nobody had ever fought for him before. He raised his eyes to Alex's, reading a dark message of warning in them.

Suck him off? Alex wanted him to go down on him right here and now, with all of these men watching? He looked around at them. Predators all, they devoured him with hot glances. He quailed, eyes flying to Alex for support and finding only a cold, measuring stare.

He moved to speak, and heard snickers from the group that had gathered around them. Despairingly he slid down Alex's warm, somehow comforting body until he reached his knees. He could feel the hard length of Alex's dick behind the rough denim of his jeans, and he felt himself begin to grow hard too at the thought of taking it into his mouth in front of all these men.

He popped the button of Alex's jeans, and took hold of the zipper with his teeth, sliding it down in a parody of the way Darcy had once done. Alex's cock pushed forward, tenting the soft cotton of his briefs, and Dustin mouthed it, hearing the murmur of the audience around him as if he were in a dream. He pushed down on Alex's clothes and at last his cock was revealed, dusky and shining with pre-come. He could do this. His own cock was twitching with excitement as he opened his lips and took Alex deep.

Alex gasped as Dustin opened his fly and mouthed him. He gazed at the other men who watched intently as Dustin jerked his briefs down, feeling his lust grow under their gaze. It was so hot...

He wrapped an arm around Dustin's neck, gazing down darkly as the producer took him into his mouth. So warm and slick... he couldn't believe it. Dustin had followed his command, without much hesitation. He'd hesitated a moment, sure, but that was one thing he liked in the man... his willfulness, his spite. A bitter edge that was all too familiar.

Suddenly his capacity for rational thought was shot to hell as Dustin took him all the way, that velvet mouth wrapping his cock in its cocoon, warm and soft as heaven. "Oh..." He tossed his head back, gazing at the ceiling as Dustin sucked him, knowing it wouldn't be long.

He rolled his head to one side, and saw a man leering at them with a transfixed intensity. Alex smiled.

"Is he very obedient?" the man asked.

"He's new," Alex husked. "I'm just starting him out." He smiled a bit archly, wondering how his new love would feel about that.

As the man continued to stare, Alex wrapped his arm more tightly around Dustin, drawing him closer. He didn't want to share.

His balls were drawing up tight as he twitched in Dustin's mouth. He smiled down at Dustin as he leaked a little precome into his lover's mouth. "Remember to drink it, baby," he growled, gazing into Dustin's green eyes lustily - those eyes that were so like his own. He is so like me, Alex thought with a sick feeling of satisfaction. What am I doing?

He decided it was best not to question it. At least not now, when Dustin had him like this... to the hilt in his mouth.

"Oh... oh... OH!" Alex groaned as he began thrusting into Dustin's mouth, using his arm around his neck as leverage. "So fucking good..." The thrusts were hard, jerked, and pretty much involuntary... the man was that good, and the venue... well, the venue certainly didn't hurt.

Dustin sucked, concentrating on getting the job done. He wanted Alex to come. He wanted to get this over with just as soon as he possibly could. He felt mortified. His jaw ached and he couldn't breathe, but Alex Alex had stabbed someone to keep him safe, and he felt a sudden twitching thrill go through him as he recalled that.

Nobody had ever cared like that for him before.

Alex suddenly stiffened and pulled his cock out of Dustin's mouth. The sudden yelp, and the gush of viscous fluid took him by surprise, and then he shivered as Alex's come dripped down his face. Alex took hold of his hair, pulling his head back to show everyone his shame.

"Go on, boy, lick your face clean. Show us you love it." Alex's voice was still low, but the command was unmistakable, and Dustin put out his tongue, lapping at the traces on his lips and chin. When Alex yanked him up to hold him close and kiss him, he was trembling, ready to give Alex anything if only he would take him home.

Alex invaded his mouth, tongue probing. For the first time that night, Dustin felt safe, nestling there in the arms of the assassin who had appointed himself his protector.

When Alex finally released him and clipped on the leash that had started all the trouble, Dustin shivered once more. He wondered if he'd ever be able to go out in public again. Shrinking against Alex, he eyed the crowd of men who were gradually moving away in search of other diversions. Alex arched an eyebrow at him with a jaunty smile, and Dustin quivered.

"Are we going home now?" he asked, hopefully.

"Home?" Alex laughed. "The hell we are. I wanna dance. Come on. Come and dance with me." Tugging Dustin behind him, he moved off towards the dance floor.

Alex turned when they reached the floor, in the middle of the dancing throng. The music pounded in his ears as he put an arm around Dustin, pulling him in towards his body. He noticed the fear in his love's eyes, and he wanted to take it all away. He leaned in.

"I know you like to dance, love. Come on." He kissed Dustin's neck. "You did well, love. Do you know how hot that was? Good boy..."

At first, Dustin was stiff in Alex's arms. He was afraid, as Alex had known that he would be. Alex slid warm arms around him as the music began to play, slow and sultry, as though the DJ had realized they were new lovers. Then Alex started to move against the trembling body of his love, swaying and grinding against Dustin as he danced, and after a minute or two, Dustin finally relaxed against him, joining him in the movements of the dance.

Alex took Dustin in closer, rubbing his shoulders and back. "Tell me, babe. Tell me what it is you're looking for." He knew, but he wanted to hear it. The song was familiar, and he hummed gently into Dustin's neck as he breathed in his scent. "Mmm, sweetie... what do you need? I can give it to you. I promise. What are you afraid of, Dustin?"

He didn't respond immediately. He merely laid his head on Alex's shoulder, sighing heavily with the air of someone who had relaxed at last. He moved his hips in a little closer to Alex as he swayed with the dance.

Alex lowered his hands to the small of Dustin's back. He nipped his neck lightly as he kneaded Dustin's back, feeling the muscles relax. He licked Dustin's neck, feeling the pulse throbbing there. Someone else's life in his hands. Almost like a new beginning. Could he get it right this time around? He slipped an arm around Dustin's waist fully, pulling him tight against him. He ground his hips back into Dustin, feeling the life force of another time... another way. He nipped Dustin, sharply, and smiled ferally. "Baby..."

For a long while, it was as if Dustin hadn't heard. When finally he did raise his head to look at Alex, it was almost as if he were drugged; his eyes were huge, black wells into which one could fall forever. He smiled uncertainly.

"What do I want?" he mused. "You know, I'm not sure I know any more. Yesterday, I'd have told you that if Minnow died, everything would be fine and I'd be happy, but now I know that I was totally wrong. I don't know what I want, Alex. I don't think I've ever known. Help me find out." He looked at Alex with a tragic air that would have been funny if it hadn't been so close to Alex's own state of mind.

Alex smiled. "All right. I'll try, baby. Tell me, why did you think everything would be okay if Minnow died? No, tell me why that changed. What - why it doesn't - you know?" Dustin's eyes were open wide, and Alex's mirrored them as he returned the look, open, and receptive. He felt his answers were Dustin's... he knew it. "Do you remember?"

Dustin frowned.

"You see, it just keeps on getting worse. I was stupid to think that anything good would come out of his death. I'm evil. I deserve to be punished. That's who you are, isn't it, Alex? You've been sent to make me suffer for my sin." He clung to Alex as he spoke, his heated body pressed against his assassin lover.

Alex laughed darkly. "Sent? Hmm. Interesting way of looking at it... wasn't it you who called me, my boy? As for evil, we've all got a dark side. Some of us just spend more time there." He bit his lower lip. He wondered whether he was there more by choice than necessity and, in the end, what would be the implications of each. "Punish you, Dustin? Punish you for what you did? What's one more person against all those I've killed?" He felt a sliver of the guilt that had increasingly pained him knife through his conscience.

"Suffering is a state of mind... you weren't happy before, Dustin. We both know that." He rubbed Dustin's back, resting his head on his shoulder and closing his eyes. "Sometimes we're our own judge and jury. You feel you have sinned?" He opened his eyes and gazed into those of his lover.

Dustin laid his head down on Alex's shoulder once more. His lips were very close to Alex's ear and his breath tickled the fine hairs in Alex's ear.

"I need you to punish me. I deserve it. I need to hurt, but I need you to love me too." He sighed against the warmth of Alex's neck, and ground his hips against him, feeling Alex tighten his arms around him with a certain satisfaction. "Love me?" he whispered.

"I love you," Alex replied. "And you'll get what you deserve, and more." He pushed his hard cock against Dustin, and smiled. "Oh, you'll get it."

Slipping hands around the other's waist, Alex pulled Dustin to him. "Pet, you were punished enough. I know you won't let it happen again." Gazing into eyes so like his own, he realized how vulnerable Dustin was. A man who tried so hard to stay on top... for all his power, he still needed... love. "You don't need to suffer... yet." Alex didn't want to see Dustin hurt now. He needed to be built back up. Then, Alex could break him.

Dustin broke away from him abruptly, sinking to his knees there on the dance floor to throw his arms around Alex's thighs. He nuzzled in against his groin although he knew that Alex was unlikely to become aroused so soon. He raised his head until he could make eye contact with Alex.

"Can we go home? Please?" He said no more, merely crouching there as he waited for his master to give him the permission he craved. It occurred to him that he was happy at last. He was no longer subject to the stresses he feared. Alex would care for him, and that was enough.

Staring at his pet on his knees before him, Alex stepped back involuntarily. He didn't know what he expected but it wasn't that. Immediate submission and total supplication? Dustin was worse off than he thought! He gazed into Dustin's eyes. Pain, fear confusion... perversely, he felt himself getting hard.

Fighting the strong urge to grab the leash and jerk Dustin to his feet, he reached down with one hand and caressed his cheek instead. "All right, pet. We can go home. I thought you would enjoy a dance..."

He tugged softly on the leash. He wanted to ... no, don't think that way, he told himself. "Come on, Dustin. Get up. We'll go home."

Shaking his head as if to clear it, Dustin rose to his feet to follow. The day had been too much for him. He'd begun it as an executive in charge of a movie studio, and of his own fate. As the clock ticked away the final seconds of the day, he was attempting to determine his current place. It was as though he had fallen into a pool, and the water had closed over his head leaving no trace that he had been there above the surface.

"Alex?" His voice was tentative, and at first he didn't think that his master had heard him. "Alex?" he called again. "I'm sorry. Forgive me?"

Alex blinked. What had happened to the capable, hard, take-charge man he had met that morning? Had he already pushed too hard, too fast? Had he already hurt his pet, though he'd tried so hard not to? He blinked again, rapidly, thinking he had heard Dustin say something.

"Forgive you for what?" Alex said. He felt blindsided, and he'd lost his equilibrium. He knew he had to get a hold of himself.

He took the leash, and jerked it, hard. "Come on," he growled. "Come on."

As they reached the door and passed through it onto the sidewalk, Dustin suddenly felt nauseous. His stomach lurched, and he groaned. The sidewalk was filthy, litter was strewn on the cracked cement and there were couples half seen in the darkness. Moist sounds were emanating from the narrow alley alongside the doorway, and suddenly, Dustin felt his head swim.

"Stop, please stop." He fell to his knees again, unable to go any further, and the contents of his stomach surged as he vomited into the gutter.

Alex stopped, staring at Dustin as he vomited. The sight of the producer puking in the filthy gutter turned him on and he felt his control slipping away. He jerked on the leash. And then a smile touched the corners of his lips. "Lick it, boy," he heard himself say. "Lick it so they can see you.""

"Jesus, no!" Dustin's head was swimming. "I can't. Don't" He began to scramble to his feet. The smell of marijuana was thick in the air, and he swayed towards Alex, his hand outstretched in a silent plea for mercy. "I feel so sick. Need to go home"

Alex looked at Dustin, swallowing. Had he really just asked his pet to eat that? Now *he* felt sick. Automatically, Alex took Dustin in his arms and held him close. He wanted to say he was sorry, but the words wouldn't come. Instead he squeezed Dustin gently. He looked around for the valet. Seeing him, he waved him down. The young man nodded, and went to bring the car around. Alex tipped him, and moved to help Dustin into the passenger's seat. Trying for levity, he said, "Don't even try to tell me you can drive, pet."

He felt as though he were in a nightmare. His head reeled and he clung to Alex for a moment, grimly determined to stay on his feet.

"Sorry, Alex. Feel so sick. Silly of me." He made a determined effort and stood on his own as the car was brought to them. "I don't usually get this way." Shakily, he climbed into the passenger's seat and sat, waiting for Alex. "You're right. I'd better not drive right now."

Alex nodded. "I know, pet. Always in control, right? I'll take care of you, love." Kissing Dustin quickly, he moved to the driver's seat and sat down. Shutting the door, he looked over at Dustin. "I'll take you home, love. You'll be okay. Do you have Tylenol at home?" He began to drive that way.

He closed his eyes as Alex threw the car into gear. Normally he'd have been twitching at the thought of his beloved car being driven by someone other than himself, but tonight he was grateful for the competence of his saturnine companion. By the time they pulled up outside his house, he was beginning to feel better. Entering the cool living room he felt himself relax a little.

"I need to go and brush my teeth." He began to move toward the bathroom.

Alex took off his leather jacket. "Sure. Of Course." He set his jacket on the couch. "Take some Tylenol, too, okay?"

God, he wanted a drink, but it was the last thing Dustin needed. He went into the kitchen and opened the fridge. He grabbed a beer and sat with it at the kitchen table. For a long moment he didn't open it... just sat and stared into space. What was he doing? And why? He stood up and began to pace. This time, he said to himself, I'll do it right. This time I'll escape... escape him. At that thought, a wave of anger crashed and broke over him. He opened his beer and drank it as quickly as he could. That was a memory he'd rather not have. I can escape... I can be better... His thoughts turned to Dustin... I can help him. When Dustin returned to the living room he couldn't see Alex. For a moment he felt panic. Was he alone again? He called out, and was rewarded by Alex's husky response from his kitchen. Dustin moved through to find his new lover.

"You're in the dark. Did you want me to put on the light?" There was no immediate answer. Dustin retrieved a carton of juice from the fridge and chugged it from the box, and then flopped into a seat.

"I'm starting to feel better now. Sorry about that." He peered through the gloom, trying to tell what Alex's mood might be.

Alex looked at Dustin. His eyes were well accustomed to the darkness. "No. Leave it off." He sighed, and got another beer from the fridge - then put it back. He walked over to Dustin. "What are you sorry for?" I'm the one who should be sorry, he thought to himself.

Dustin was confused. His forehead furrowed and he looked at Alex in blank amazement.

"You wanted I thought that you wanted to dance. I kinda blew it. I haven't been out partying since the night it all began. All of a sudden I could see her lying there and I guess I lost it." Dustin stared at the floor, beginning to feel uncomfortable. Everything had changed. Down was up, and up seemed to be sideways now. He didn't know if he could handle it any more.

He rose to his feet and moved to the living room.

"You wanna dance? I've got some great music." In another minute, the sound of the Chemical Brothers drove out from the stereo.

Alex smiled, and then stopped. Following Dustin, he put his arms around him.

"We're dancing Dustin... but to the same tune?" He used a finger to turn Dustin's face to his. "Forget her, babe. What's done is done. You have to... you have to..." Have to find redemption? Instead of finishing his sentence, he swooped in to Dustin's mouth, devouring it with his own, holding Dustin close. He didn't want to think anymore.

The music throbbed through Dustin, and he sighed with contentment as he went gladly into Alex's arms. This was what he needed. This was proof that he could let go and just be. Opening his mouth to receive Alex's kiss, he felt the thrill of submission flow within him. As Alex worked his mouth, Dustin twined his tongue around him, teasing, accepting, begging for more.

Alex cupped his hand behind Dustin's ear, deepening the kiss. He tasted of toothpaste, smelled of it, and a musky smell behind it. Alex wanted nothing more than to hold on to the kiss forever. He felt he was kissing away the real world and entering one in which all that mattered was himself and Dustin. "Mine," he said again. "All mine..."

"If I'm yours?" Dustin peeped at him from beneath his lashes, trying to gauge just how much leeway this frightening man would give him. "If I belong to you, then it follows that you belong to me too. That's tidy." He relaxed at last, giving himself over to the music, the warm hands that moved over the planes of his body, and the knowledge that he had a place in which to belong. He need never be alone again.

The words rang in Alex's ears. "... Then it follows that you belong to me, too. Ah, if only it were that simple! It sounded right, and more, felt right. Just not at this point in the time/space continuum... He stepped back. How to explain? Of course it follows... but logic doesn't... No, he ... it was too soon. He looked at Dustin, stepping close and holding him tightly again. "Do you know how long I've been watching and wanting you, little cub?" Using a finger he forced Dustin's gaze to meet his own with hypnotic intent. "Thinking about this night..."

Dustin shivered. Alex was holding him with his eyes, not allowing him to look away. He frowned.

"How long? How come you knew about me? I don't understand." His voice hitched a little as he tried to make sense of what Alex had said. "I thought that you were new to LA."

Dustin had suddenly become still, and as Alex continued to hold his gaze, he allowed his hands to fall and stood waiting for his master to explain.

"I'm relatively new... brand new... but not everyone is. Where have you seen me before, my pet, hmm? You think Mackey is only a studio exec, President? How do you think he got there, hmm?"

Dustin was baffled.

"Mackey? I don't understand." Memories, at the time barely noted, of meetings at Mackey's place began to float to the surface of his mind. "I never saw you before yesterday.

It suddenly made sense in a bizarre kind of way. Mackey had known a man When he had wanted to find someone to perform a shady task, Mackey had been the one who had known whom to contact.

"When you go to work tomorrow," Alex said softly, "you ask Mackey about the Syndicate. Ask him about it and let your voice demand an answer. Let him know you won't take a vague response." He pressed Dustin against the wall, and unbuttoned his shirt. "Ask him..." He took one of Dustin's nipples into his mouth, nipping at it lightly.

Dustin arched his back, gasping at the sudden assault on his senses. Alex was somehow keeping him off balance, and he felt as though he were wading through a pool of molasses. He leaned back, sluttishly permitting Alex to graze over his body, merely enjoying the sensations that the other's mouth evoked as he moved.

Alex took Dustin's other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it. "Pain can be so exquisite, Dustin... have you ever felt pain so beautiful that you want it? That you crave it? Keeps you coming back for more?" Dustin's nipples were tough and raised now, and Alex bit down, hard, with a slight smile.

The pain shot through him, a tingle that made his cock jump and twitch. Dustin squealed. Alex was smoothing the shirt over his shoulders, to fall from them. Dustin was about to begin unfastening the buttons from his wrists when Alex reached behind him, twisting the shirt until it effectively bound his hands together behind his back. As Dustin moved, uncertain of his feelings about this development, Alex bit him again, harder this time, and the pain lanced through him until he was more aroused than he could remember being in years.

"Like that, pet?" Alex teased, grinding his own erection into Dustin's groin. "That good for you?" He twisted Dustin's shirt tighter around his arms, then abruptly spun him from the wall and pushed him towards the bedroom. "Lead me, pet. Show me you want it... show me you want me."

Stumbling towards the bedroom, Dustin was all tingling nerve endings and anticipation. He was afraid; he was exhilarated, and totally out of control. His body craved release in a manner that he'd never known. Alex followed behind him, a saturnine presence, capable of who knew what?

His bed was suddenly a frightening place. What would happen to him there? Sinking to his knees as Alex twisted his shirt up, he looked at his tormentor in mute appeal.

"Please" he murmured, voice husky as he took in Alex's predatory expression. Unable to move his hands, he leaned forward and stroked his tongue along the crotch of Alex's jeans. "Please"

"Please, what?" Alex smirked. "What does my pet want, hmm?"

He put his hand on Dustin's shoulder, and with his other slowly unzipped his fly.

"Thirsty, pet?"

"Need you" Dustin's eyes dropped to the bulge that lurked within the black denim of Alex's jeans. He shivered. "Not thirsty. Hungry."

Helpless, he tried to indicate his own erection, straining through the thin, summer weight pants that he wore.

"Hard, I'm so hard."

Alex smiled. "I'm thirsty. And oh so hungry." He knew he was top, but did all tops have to be all the time? He suddenly wanted Dustin to fuck him, as much as he wanted to fuck Dustin. But he couldn't have that... not yet. The request would blow Dustin's mind, and, well... there were other things that needed to be blown. He could hurt him so easily... part of him wanted to. Visit Mackey later, he told himself. He'll give it to you.

"What can we do about that, pet, hmm? Come on. Tell me what you need in words of one syllable. I want to hear it... tell me."

This was moving so fast; he felt a jolt of terror pass through him. Why couldn't Alex just take him? Force himself onto Dustin the way he had earlier. He shouldn't have to ask for his own corruption to take place. He wanted it so badly, but he didn't want to ask. He stared at Alex, his heart in his mouth.

"Please don't make me Can't you just do it?"

"Say it." Alex made as if to step away, and ignore his pet. "You must not want it very badly."

"No!" Dustin's voice was strained, desperate. "Please don't go. I need you to stay with me. I need you to suck me like you did this afternoon. Please"

Alex glanced at Dustin. "What's that, pet? You want it?" He sank to his knees in front of Dustin on the floor. "Let's go to bed. Come on, this isn't comfortable." He had wanted Dustin to beg, to yelp his need immediately. He needed to remember he had just started with him. He wasn't trained yet. He stood up, jerking Dustin up by his shirt. "Come on, boy. Take me to bed."

Still hampered by the shirt that was twisted around his wrists, Dustin stumbled to his feet and toed off his shoes, then stood, confused. There was no way he could get his trousers off unless Alex released him. He leant forward and took Alex's buttons in his teeth, tearing at them until the shirt came unfastened, and then dragging it off the man's shoulders. Finally, he stood, looking for approval.

Alex gasped as Dustin unbuttoned his shirt. Coming from him, it was so hot. He gasped as he felt Dustin's lips on his chest. Closing his eyes, he sucked in breath, sharply. When Dustin stood, he nodded.

"I see the problem, pet." He released Dustin's shirt, peeling it off. He took Dustin's hand, placing it over his open crotch. "That was so good, baby... so good." He patted Dustin through his jeans. "Let's go take care of this now... " Still holding Dustin's hand, he jerked his head in the direction of the bed. "Come on. Want to taste you... feel you on me."

Gratefully, Dustin slipped out of his pants, and stood, still clad in his silk boxers, waiting for Alex to touch, to teach, to love him. He felt strange. This was definitely a situation that he, Dustin could control. The collar around his neck burned within his mind, a symbol of his submission to another, and he trembled, wanting Alex to make his move and erase his anxiety.

Alex pushed Dustin back onto the bed. He leaned over him, and then climbed on top of him, as he had before. It was different when Dustin wanted him, so hard. He mouthed him through the silk boxers, and then used his teeth to take them down. God, Dustin was hard... a little precome making the tip gleam. He licked it off the crown, and then took Dustin's cock into his mouth, running his tongue along it, relishing the feel of the corded veins up and down the shaft.

The world suddenly narrowed, became a slick, hot torment that teased him, stirring impossible sensations in him, without quite permitting him to reach the climax for which he was so desperate. Dustin spread his legs apart and gave himself utterly to the man who crouched above him, who seemingly knew each little pleasure point, and who was touching him so intimately. When Alex sank sharp white teeth into the flesh of his inner thigh, Dustin yelped, almost screamed, and his cock pulsed, so close, so very close.

"Please" he gasped again, needing Alex to take pity on him and let him come.

Alex laughed huskily, blowing puffs of air on Dustin's thigh. He bit again, the other side this time. He felt Dustin tense as he took Dustin's sac into his mouth, threatening with gentle pressure to bite them, too. "Patience, little cub." He took Dustin's cock back into his mouth, then, teasingly, ran a finger around the rim of his asshole. He would make him beg for that, too.

Dustin was afraid, and he didn't know whether he was more terrified of what Alex was going to do, or of the possibility that he wouldn't do it. Deep inside, he watched his own behavior with horror. He'd never acted like this before.

When Alex's mouth descended onto his cock, he felt the spasm flash through him, raising exquisite flickers of feeling as Alex worked him expertly. He wasn't at first aware of the finger at his asshole, but as Alex applied more pressure, he suddenly recalled the events earlier in the day. That flash of almost unbearable pleasure which had shaken him. He spread his legs wider, raising his hips in mute appeal. Alex had to do that again. He had to.

As Alex withdrew his finger, Dustin whimpered.

Alex paused. "You want it, you know what you gotta do."

He knew. He knew, and a secret part of him reveled in his degradation as he heard his own voice betraying him.

"Inside me, Alex, please. Touch me. Make me feel it. I need you to touch me." He groped with trembling hands, trying to reach for Alex's fingers, needing them inside, wanting to feel the way he'd been made to feel earlier that day.

Alex grinned. "In your ass, Dustin? You want me to fuck your ass with my fingers? Oh, I think my pet wants it... I think he wants it bad." He put his finger inside, slowly - Dustin was impossibly tight - and corkscrewed it, feeling the nubbly texture as he penetrated him deeper.

"Oh, god!" Dustin groaned. He could no longer hold back. Alex was sucking him deep into his throat, and the finger that was pressed inside him was doing prickly, tingling, wonderful things to him. He could feel the pressure building inside him, and his balls seemed to tighten as Alex's mouth slid up and down on his dick, drawing him up and up until he could no longer hold back.

Alex thrust his finger deep inside Dustin, stroking his prostate. He nipped his thigh, and then went back to his cock, enjoying the twitches that signified imminent orgasm. Wanting release himself, he thrust his cock down at Dustin's mouth, hoping he'd take the hint.

Dustin cried out as he felt the tension inside him begin to spill out. For a long moment he hovered, bathed in sweet sensation, every muscle locked in spasm as uneasy lightning flickered through him. Alex's cock bobbed forgotten and neglected at his lips. He couldn't move, couldn't do anything except arch and buck as his balls emptied themselves into Alex's mouth.

When at last his body let go, and he could breathe again, he lay, a gasping, sated heap.

Alex licked up every drop of Dustin's come, feeling the shudders rock through his pet. He blinked when he had him drained, thinking ruefully, Guess I'll have to get mine elsewhere... not a problem. Mackey will be all too willing... Shoving his own need aside, he turned around and spooned up beside Dustin. "Good boy for the first day," he smiled. "Let's... let's sleep now, my sweet. I know you've got a long day tomorrow." As did Alex... He closed his eyes and sighed, wrapping his arm around Dustin, waiting for him to speak.

Alex's voice came to Dustin through thick layers of exhaustion. He felt impossibly heavy and sated. His body was still tingling with the after effects of his explosive orgasm.

"Thank you, Alex" Even as he spoke, he could feel a blanket of drowsiness floating down to envelop him. Alex's arm was around him, and he had never felt so secure in his life.

Warm and whole, Dustin slept.

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Alex kissed Dustin's shoulder, and slowly so as not to wake his pet, got out of bed. He tucked the covers around him. God, he looked so perfect lying there... but Alex needed to be fulfilled.

Ah, hell, admit it, Alex - you know you can hurt Mackey and you like that. He walked out of the bedroom, thinking of Mackey under him, grunting as he fucked him long and hard and rough. He supposed he was a good sub if you liked them begging you for everything and doing what you said with no hesitation, Johnny on the spot. He reflected that most doms would want such a sub, but Alex had soon found that he grew contemptuous of such men. Those who gave themselves to him without question or hesitation: who knew he didn't love them and begged to be hurt, pleading... Oh, but he had loved them all at one time - even Mackey.

He walked through the house slowly, scooping Dustin's car keys off the kitchen table, reminding himself to park the car a block off from Mackey's house. Karl, he told himself. He preferred Karl. Pulling the Porsche up a little way down from Karl's place, he walked back to the house, his erection growing as he thought of taking the man and fucking him up against the nearest wall. God, he was easy.

He strolled around to the side of the house, knowing Mackey - Karl - left that door open. "Karl?" Peering through the house, he was startled to see the man sitting on his deck. The smell of the ocean stung his nostrils as he walked that way... the screen door was open. "Karl."

Karl Mackey sat on the deck at the back of his house, listening to the sound that the surf made as it kissed the sand below. He had just returned home from a party. His head ached, and he was beginning to think that he might be a little old for that kind of function. Meaningless revelry no longer interested him. He felt restless. His life was becoming pointless and he wasn't even certain why that might be.

When the low, sultry voice brushed at his ears, he felt his breath quicken. It had been a long time since he'd heard it, and his body craved the sound. In quality, that voice was almost the same as Dustin Yarma's, but there was no way that Dustin would ever achieve that husky purr. Alex seemed to breathe sexuality, and Karl had been his slave for far too long ever to be free of him.

Alex walked over to him slowly, coming up behind him, placing his hands on Karl's shoulders. "Been a long time... you miss me?"

Stay cool, Karl, he thought to himself. This bastard will gut you and walk away... again. Where's your dignity? Taking a deep breath Mackey turned slowly to face the designated bastard, and with a sinking inside his belly, felt himself grow hard.

"Alex?" he said, his eyes lowered. "I didn't know that you were in town."

"Well, obviously... I am. Had to make with the old spy work... you know how it is." Alex smiled, and idly took his hand. "Why, Karl... you look... positively awful!" He threw back his head and laughed . "I know, I know... can't neglect you for a second, can I, hmm?"

He pulled Karl up with one arm and held him against his chest, nuzzling his neck. "I'll help you with that... you look so lonely, baby."

Karl had never been able to resist Alex. The man always managed to get under his skin, and he craved what Alex had to give him almost to the point where he couldn't manage without it.

Almost, but not quite. Alex hadn't been around much lately, and Karl had managed to pull himself out of the downward spiral into which he'd fallen. He was just beginning to function again on his own behalf, so it seemed logical that Alex would suddenly reappear to undo the careful work he'd put into re-building his life.

Alex pulled Karl around, and then shoved him against the railing, facing the water. Grinding himself against the other man, Alex husked in his ear, "See that rock over there, Karl? The wave braking over it? How long has it been there, taking the punishment of the sea, giving only the slightest resistance? Virtually unchanged, it just... takes it."

Closing his eyes, Karl leaned back into Alex, fearing what he would do, but wanting it so badly that he would have killed if someone had tried to interrupt. His saliva had suddenly vanished and the words that he wanted to say lay thick and unspoken in his throat.

He stood perfectly still, awaiting Alex's next move, knowing that if he attempted to control it he would lose Alex, that he would withdraw. A faint whimper burst from his lips.

Alex pushed at Karl harder. "How easy it would be... you're such a fragile man, Karl." Instead, he pulled Karl's head back and kissed him deeply, running his hands under his jacket, holding him to himself tightly. Abruptly he pulled back. "What do you want, Karl? Tell me." He loved to hear his vi - pets tell him what they wanted, to beg for it.

Mackey looked at Alex from eyes that seemed bruised, as though they had seen too much.

"You know that I want you. I've kept myself for you, Alex. I want you to be with me. Fuck me." His voice was tense, strained as he spoke, and still he made no move, though inside his head a litany of "please, please, please" babbled ceaselessly.

Alex smirked predatorily. "Would you like me to take you here, over the railing? I doubt if that would be very comfortable."

"Whatever you need, Alex, wherever you want me." Mackey had his face schooled into the expressionless mask that Alex had taught him to wear, but inside, he longed for Alex to end the waiting. Soon, please God, soon.

Alex laughed harshly, looking into eyes of his slave.

"I want you in your bed," he said darkly. "All tied up and exposed, your pretty ass open to me as I fuck you mercilessly. Yeah. Go on now. Go on and get ready for me." Alex turned away, watching the surf. He knew Mackey would do as he'd asked.

Without a word, Karl turned to enter the house, and his stomach was leaping with the joy of what would soon come. Alex had come back to claim him. Alex owned him once more, and that would be enough for him. Stepping into the bathroom, he carefully hung up his clothes, and stood naked, revealing that apart from his goatee his entire body was clean-shaven. He took an enema from the cabinet, and cleansed himself ready, then took the lube from the shelf and went into the bedroom to apply it. After a minute or two more, he was prepared, and waiting. The anticipation was more difficult, and more arousing than it had ever been.

Alex followed a few moments later. His cock was stiff in his jeans. He got off on the power he held over this man... and, strangely, the contempt he felt. He took some rope from the living room and walked to the bedroom. He saw Karl on the bed, and rushed over, stroking his hands over the pale flesh of flanks, back, and ass.

"Good," he said. He took the rope and quickly bound Karl's wrists behind him, pushing him on to his face, running a finger along his crack. "Mmm.... this is what I want, Karl."

Mackey whimpered. What would it be this time? Would Alex make love to him, or would he merely fuck him and walk away? He craved the tender words that Alex so rarely tossed his way. The one thing that he did know was that Alex would humiliate him, and that he would permit it, because to do less would drive Alex from him. That he couldn't bear.

"Oh, he wants to be pet tonight, hmm? Well, too bad!" SLAP! Alex slapped Mackey's ass, hard enough to force his head into the pillow. "Don't want pet. Want it rough... like this." He climbed behind Karl, parting his ass with his hand, unbuttoning his jeans and driving his cock in deep and hard. "Tell me, boy. Tell me how you want it... how you crave this."

As Alex pierced him, filling him roughly, Mackey felt himself swell. Strange when the most brutal behavior made him happy. He concentrated on opening himself to Alex, feeling the rough slide of his cock as it stroked against him, building so swiftly towards orgasm that he felt out of control. His cock lay under him, pressed forgotten into the linen sheets, and as Alex slammed into him over and over, the rub of the sheets was enough to bring him up where he wanted - needed to be.

"Oh, fuck yes, Alex. There's no one like you. No one in the world. I need you so badly. Fuck me, Alex." He was close. He was almost there.

Alex abruptly pulled back. The humiliation and defilement of Karl gave him strange shivers. He centered himself again, and after a few moments drove himself back into Mackey, even harder than the first time. He felt his balls draw up tight, and he leaned forward, biting Karl's ear, cruelly.

"You're pathetic, boy. You know that?" He bit down on Karl's neck, then his shoulder, as he slammed in forcefully. "Fucking pathetic. Say it. Tell me you're my pathetic bitch who can't get enough." His cock twitched, and he felt the telling tautness in his belly.

Mackey was beyond words now. As Alex rammed his cock home he felt himself spasm, and melt as he came into the fine sheets of his bed.

"Alex," he croaked. "God, Alex, nobody but you" He felt Alex's movements become spasmodic, and knew that he was about to empty himself. "Come on, Alex. Give it to me."

Alex bit his lip. He wanted Mackey to say it... it would send him over the edge. He reached around and gripped Mackey's cock, pinching the tip.

"Ooh... nasty bitch. Now you've gone and gotten your sheets messy..." He spasmed a few more times, then found the strength to pull out. He pulled Mackey's head around and used his bound wrists to jerk him to his knees.

"Lick it up, bitch. Lick those linen sheets clean." He gave Karl a look that brooked no argument, and squeezed an ass cheek menacingly. "Lick it up good, or I'll have to punish you." He recalled the torture devices he had left at Karl's house, knowing they would still be there. "Lick." He pushed Karl's head down. "And let me know how much you love it, bitch."

Karl whimpered. He was so ashamed that he hadn't been able to hold on for Alex that it made him hang his head. He deserved whatever Alex gave him. Crouching before his lover, he began to clean up his mess, hoping that somehow Alex could forgive him his error.

"Taste good, bitch?" Krycek pushed Mackey's head down, and slapped his ass, hard. "Yeah. Lick it."

The sharp sting of hand against flesh made him jump, and he moaned, wriggling his ass in the hopes that Alex would see fit to strike him again. The bed was clear of jism now, and he turned his head to tell Alex so.

Alex saw how badly Karl wanted to be slapped again, and smirked cruelly. Wrenching Karl's wrists to bring him to his knees again, he stood up next to the bed.

"Suck me," he growled with the same menace. "Suck me, Karl. Suck me and swallow... all of it." He reached for Karl's head, pushing it into his groin. "Keep your ass up... I want to see it."

Mackey fell on Alex's cock, sucking him deep as though he were the only source of his nourishment. He knelt clumsily as the bonds bit into his wrists, groaning as Alex pulled them up to make him grovel. The taste of Alex was all he'd dreamed. He paid tribute to his lover in the only way he knew, feeling happy as the cock in his mouth began to jerk and tremble prior to bursting deep in his throat.

Alex thrust his hips forward rhythmically as his bitter juices spilled into Mackey's mouth. Grabbing Mackey's hair, he pushed Karl's head and mouth deeper onto his cock, emptying all his lust and hatred into him. Someone else could have it. All he wanted now was to be free... be free. Something Mackey, he'd come to realize, could never give him. Oh, but he made a good substitute for the now, for the immediate now. After he'd finished, and Karl had licked him clean, he jerked Karl's head up by his hair. He looked into his eyes with contempt and anger, lust sated. "You're so fucking easy."

He breathed heavily, eyes dark, waiting for Mackey's reply.

A thin spark of anger flared in Mackey's eyes and was just as swiftly quelled.

"Only for you, Alex." There was something about Alex that was different. He knew that he was going to lose him now. "Where are you going? You don't want me any more, do you?"

Alex looked away.

"I want you, Karl." He got off the bed. "But... I'm going to be gone a lot more, in the future. I've ... got other things I gotta do at the moment." He stepped off the bed and zipped back up. "I'll be... around, boy. Count on it." And, for the first time that night, he actually seemed to smile kindly at Karl. Alex was the master of deception. "Have you talked to him lately, Mackey?" he asked casually.

"The Smoker? Just yesterday, Alex, why? Do you have any messages you want to send?" Mackey's need was visible in his eyes, lending him an air of tragedy that made him feel foolish even as he spoke. He swallowed, and indicated the ropes that still bound him. "Let me go? Didn't I please you?"

Alex's mind was racing, composing messages for the smoking bastard who ruled his life. Yeah. Tell him I've run hard and far, and he can't have me anymore. Tell him I'm free, he'd better watch his step, and get a food-taster. Oh, God, if only that were so. Maybe someday.

He snorted and glanced back at Mackey. "He say anything about Cairo?" He fastened his belt, and then looked at him yet again. "Release you?" he asked teasingly, his eyes twinkling. "You can't do it yourself?" But his belly had tensed - what the hell was the Smoker doing in town... ? He walked over to Mackey, and roughly, unceremoniously, undid Mackey's bonds. "You always please me," he said, dispassionately. "Where did you see him?" He gulped as he said it, though he tried to hide it.

"Cairo?" Mackey's head whipped up. "No, he said nothing," he replied, just a little too swiftly for Alex's liking. "I didn't see him. He phoned me." He looked longingly at Alex, and considered begging. Sometimes begging worked.

"Alex, please?"

Alex bit his lip. There was something Mackey was withholding... "What?" Alex asked softly, held cocked to one side, appearing interested yet ready to leave if there was nothing further that Mackey had to offer him.

"Stay, please? I'll be good for you, I promise." Karl squirmed around until he was kneeling before Alex, and lowered his head submissively. "I didn't tell him about you. I didn't say that you hadn't gone to Cairo. How could I? I didn't know. I can keep secrets for you, Alex."

Alex sighed in relief. So the man hadn't sold him out. "What did he want, Karl?" He stared hard at Mackey. If he lied, he'd know.

"He was just touching base. He wanted to know if I'd seen you. I hadn't, of course. He's looking for you, Alex." Mackey dared to touch his love, stroking down over the powerful thigh as he looked plaintively up at him.

Alex stiffened. He thought he'd been so careful... tied up every loose end. He barely registered the touch of Karl's hand as he stepped back.

"Why is he?" He swallowed hard, suddenly feeling he had to throw up. In any event, he couldn't show Karl his fear. "Excuse me, Karl," he said softly, stepping to the bathroom and standing with hands braced against the sink, staring at his own reflection in the mirror. God, he looked a mess. He stood there, breathing hard, fighting for control.

Something about Alex was different. Mackey couldn't identify it, but he was unsettled. He didn't like it at all. Moving quietly, he put on a robe and went to pour a drink for Alex. If he were servile enough, deserving enough, maybe this time Alex would stay.

Alex had heard Karl go to pour a drink. Walking out to the bar, he smiled slightly. "Thanks, Karl. You always did make a good drink." What if I told you it could be my last one, if CSM finds me? he thought. He gulped it down gratefully, putting an arm around Karl. He couldn't go back, risk getting Dustin hurt.

Leaning in against Alex, Karl allowed himself to look up at him, the need still on his face.

"Stay with me tonight, Alex?" He held his breath as he waited for Alex's answer.

Alex absently stroked Mackey's hair... wishing it were Dustin's. He suddenly needed to see Dustin, to hold him, to know he was okay and that Cancerman wasn't looming over him. His stomach flipped. "I'm sorry, Karl," Alex said, with a faraway gaze. "I got someplace I gotta be..."

There was an uncomfortable silence, and then Mackey said, need ringing hollow in his voice, "I won't forget."

He hung his head then and turned away, walking back to the patio, and the waves.

"Mackey." Krycek said softly, with a growl. "I haven't dismissed you yet." He walked out to the patio, grabbing him and pulling him up, as he had previously. "I say I gotta go and things go back to normal for you?" He sneered. "I thought I taught you better than that, boy."

A visible shiver went through Karl Mackey. He'd already come, but his cock leapt to attention at the sound of Alex's loved, hated, caressing voice. Turning to face his tormentor he dropped to his knees.

"You did, Alex. I'm not worthy of you. I'm sorry." With a leaping heart, he awaited his fate.

Krycek spat to the side, prodding him with a boot.

"Get up, Mackey. I think I'm going to have to teach you a lesson. I think I'm going to have to fuck you, hard, over the railing after all. Make you cry to the sea... you think it will care, boy? Look at me when I'm talking to you." Not giving the man a chance to answer, he jerked his head to his and held him there, staring him down for a second before pushing him around and towards the rail. His anger washed over him, anger that CSM was still after him, anger at himself for being weak. "Assume the position," he said mockingly.

"Alex," said Karl, fierce exultation in his voice although his features were still schooled to remain impassive. "Alex, yes."

Karl Mackey, movie mogul, turned to do the bidding of his master.

Krycek pushed Mackey roughly against the rail in such a way that his cock would be almost certainly painfully trapped against the edge of it. Spreading his legs roughly with a knee, he held the man in place with a hand as he undid his belt and unzipped. Taking out his cock, rock hard once more, he licked his lips as he set it at the edge of Mackey's entrance, positioning himself just so. With a grunt, he thrust himself in as far as he could - no hesitation, no lube, just brute force.

He thrust hard, quickly, pinioning Mackey to the rail. Hate, anger... desire. It was all the same to Alex now, and he bit at Mackey's shoulders and neck hard, surely leaving marks.

This was what Mackey needed, what he had craved. He moaned as Alex filled him, stretched him, hurt him with his violent thrusts. In his efforts not to cry out and disturb the man who was even now rutting at his back, he bit into the flesh of his wrist, and permitted the intrusion into his body.

His heart soared. Alex had returned to him. Alex loved him. They were going to be together, and that would be enough. His cock, abraded by the rough wood of the balcony, began to send its own signals, weeping, thrilling and twitching in anticipation.

Krycek wrapped his arms tightly around Mackey, thrusting harder and more savagely as he felt his orgasm building. His balls drew up, and he sank his teeth into Mackey's back, crashing into Mackey in unconscious time with the surf on the beach below. Something broke in him, and he let it go, releasing himself into Mackey, feeling his anger flow out with his seed, and into Mackey. Mackey... he shoved him forward, catching his ear in his teeth. "Yeah..."

Mackey was close, so close. As he felt Alex discharge hot and sticky inside him, he spread his legs apart and pushed back, impaling himself against the burning flood from his beloved. His own cock bobbed, stiff and desperate, and he took Alex's hand to move it against his erection.

"Please, love, please don't deny me now."

"Love?" Alex sneered, jerking his hand back. "Love?" He coughed, backing up. Coming from Mackey now the word rang obscene in his ears, and he had a sudden image of Dustin. "I'm not your love."

He stepped back, chest heaving, hand on fly, poised to re-zip. He glared at Mackey. "You know who I am, boy. Have you forgotten your place? I think you have." His eyes went worse than cold, blank, as he prepared to withdraw emotionally as he already had physically. In another second, Mackey would not even exist for him.

"No! Please, Alex. I'll do better. I'll be what you want me to be, only please" Sinking again onto his knees, he crouched, erect and desperate. "Whatever you want," he whispered again.

"You're worse than pathetic. You sicken me, boy. Get up. Get up and get changed. You have a hard day at work tomorrow, don't you? Need to catch forty winks..." He turned to leave. "Now you are dismissed, boy. Clean up and go to bed."

"You're pathetic, Karl. Worse than pathetic." Spitting out those words as the Hollywood "big man" looked at him beseechingly made his cock twitch pleasurably, even though he had spent himself for the night. He stared down at the man. A sudden burst of cruelty curved his lips as he zipped his fly and rebuckled. He squatted down beside Karl, and pinched the tip of his cock savagely.

"You're such a little slut, you know that? Say it. Tell me you're a miserable slut..." He pinched Mackey's cock, promising more if he didn't humiliate himself quickly enough to suit.

The abuse to his dick felt like fire to Mackey. It was wonderful. He bucked under Alex's fingers, his cock leaping.

"I'm whatever you make me, Alex. Your slut forever." Please, oh please, he thought. Touch me.

"Whatever I make you?" Alex snorted. He pinched Mackey's cock harder, glaring into Karl's eyes. "You are what you are... the only thing you'll ever be." He leaned in, biting Karl's nipple as he squeezed his cock harder. "Tell me what a slut you are and maybe I'll let you come."

"Yes." Mackey's voice was high and desperate. "I'm a slut. I'm a slut for you, Alex. Only for you." His hips twitched minutely, and he bit his lip until the blood ran in his effort to prevent himself thrusting at Alex. He could feel his balls drawing up, and knew that any moment he would come. A small sob escaped from his lips.

"Okay, boy," Alex said, dropping his hand. "Tell me how you want to come for me... that you want to come. Sick boy who can't restrain himself, can he?" He shook his head, a teacher scolding a pupil. Suddenly he wanted to see Mackey come... he would toss him a crumb. Sweet smile as he drew Mackey's lips to his tenderly. "Come on, boy. Come for me. It's all right."

Pulling Mackey in close, hand gently covering Mackey's cock as he kissed him gently, Krycek nibbled at his lower lip. "Come on, boy." He wrapped an arm around him. He wanted to get this over with, but he wanted to give Mackey a reward for not telling CSM where he was. And to ensure he would never want to.

"Oh, God, Alex." Mackey allowed Alex to sink into him, the kiss sweet ecstasy as Alex's fingers finally gave him the orgasm that he craved. He sobbed as Alex withdrew his fingers from his cock, wanting above anything to prolong the sensation of Alex holding him, loving him the way it used to be.

Maybe now. Maybe now he would come home again.

After Mackey came, Krycek smiled. "Good boy... lick my hand for me?" The come dripped off it, and Alex fed it to Mackey slowly. Then he stood up. "Like I said, Mackey... it's good to see you again. But I gotta go... you too, hmm? Have a big day at work tomorrow, don't you?" In his mind, Krycek was gone already as he stepped back toward the house.

Karl remained on his knees, watching as Alex, already remote, prepared to fade out of his life again. He started to speak once, and then moaned low in his throat as he realized that there would be nothing he could do to keep Alex with him.

At last he found his voice.

"Alex, stay. Please stay with me tonight." Deep inside, he knew that Alex would not, and that he would be alone again.

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In answer, Alex stepped into the house, grabbing for the car keys in his jacket pocket as he slipped it back on. He smiled, thinking of the owner of those keys. Slipping out the side door, he left quickly, almost damning himself for having a second go with Mackey. He was suddenly, irrationally *sure* that Cancerman had found Dustin and was waiting for him.

Bursting through the back door of Dustin's house he ran to the bedroom.

Once there, his heart rate slowed as he saw Dustin, still curled up in bed, just as he'd left him. He sighed gratefully, and slowly took off his clothes, setting them aside and slipping into bed beside Dustin. He kissed his ear and neck tenderly, "Little cub, my pet..." He was suddenly sleepy, nuzzling his head in against Dustin's shoulder. "My love..."

Dustin was asleep, face lax and appearing almost childlike as he slumbered on. As he felt Alex snuggle against him, he melted against him with a sigh.

Alex sighed too and sleep dropped gently onto him.

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