Dark Christmas Part 3 by candygramme and dean_the_hunter

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"And I'm hoping that you'll help me to at least another couple of hot sessions, once we get rid of this murderous ghost or demon or god or whatever." He toweled his hair dry and then began to brush his teeth, not bothering to put a towel around his waist. "So what do we do until it's showtime? How about you tell me how a god happens. It seems a little strange to think that not only are there gods hanging around, but that they do stuff like skinning people on their birthday."

Dean gave Alex a sideways look. He had a feeling he knew what the man meant about other kinds of prey. People. He turned back to finish dressing, waiting for Alex to finish up in the bathroom so he could use it next. Dean sat upon the bed. "Dude, god or demi god - it doesn’t matter. Pagan gods are powerful. And yeah, that is usually what they do, skin, eat, kill people." He rose to his feet.

"What we need to do is go find a warehouse or something and get it set up." He gathered up the stakes and tossed them into his bag. "And we’ve got things to do, so shake a leg and let me in there, so I can freshen up for you later." That should get the guy going, thought Dean.

Chuckling, Alex emerged from the bathroom and reached for his clothes. "All yours, man," he murmured. "Although if you ask me, you're pretty damned fresh already."

He pulled on his jeans, fumbled in the pocket and found his comb and began to smooth down his hair. "I have to gel it down for work. The feds don't care for anything other than a short back and sides, but on my own time I gotta be me and let it find its own level." He gave a little laugh and pulled on his T-shirt. "Okay, sensei. Tell me what we need to do. I'll let you be in charge, because I don't have a clue."

Dean got up and went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and fix his hair. He was soon back, short hair in perfect order, emerging just as Alex finished up dressing. "Sensei," he snorted and shook his head. "And you bet your sweet ass I'm in charge. Don't want you dead, so you just make sure you listen to me and do what I say." He paused as he thought of all the things his father used to say and suddenly understood why.

Dean reached for his bag and hefted it up over his shoulder. "Let's go." He led the way out to the Impala, and soon the pair were driving around the town, looking for a suitable place in which to stage their battle.

"We're looking for a warehouse, you said." Alex had the telephone directory open, checking out the maps and directing Dean to areas he thought might be industrial. "If you turn down this next street, I'm pretty sure you'll find an industrial estate. Damn, I wish I had access to my computer."

He scanned the area as they drove, watching for anything that looked as though it might serve their purpose and finally called out as they passed a very dilapidated looking building. "Check that out, Dean. Looks pretty much abandoned. What do you think?"

Dean's peered through the windshield as they approached the building, and, finally, he pulled up where Alex had indicated. He climbed out, looking around himself in an effort to make sure they weren’t being watched, and then turned his attention to the doors and windows. "Grab the bag out of the back seat," he said, moving over to the trunk to retrieve the items they’d bought to construct a garland. Closing up, he headed over to check out the metal door. Sure enough, it took very little time to unlock it. Pushing it open, the two of them moved inside with a minimum of fuss, looking around themselves at the deserted space and nodding with satisfaction.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a piece of chalk and handed it to Alex along with his cell phone. "Draw this on the floor," he snapped. He pulled up a picture his father had sent him. "I'll hang this stuff up."

The design was complicated, and Alex spent a minute or so looking at it, studying it in an attempt to commit it to memory. It was unlike anything he'd seen before, and he wasn't sure what any of it meant. He made up his mind to ask Dean to explain it later and set himself to drawing it out on the dusty linoleum that covered the floor.

It took him a while, but in the end he'd managed to reproduce it to his own satisfaction and called Dean over to verify its accuracy. "How's this looking?" he asked. "Any good?"

Dean finished up the last of the garland and concealed it. Turning around, he could see Alex beaming like a little kid. "Looks good."

He took his phone back and clicked it closed to shove in his pocket, then walked around Alex’s artwork, nodding sagely as he checked it out. "Good enough. Got all the symbols and such." Returning to where Alex stood, he checked his watch and frowned. "Well, things are all set now," he murmured, amazed that their preparations had taken them several hours, and he hadn't even realized it.

"So now what? Back to waiting again, I guess, unless there's something else we need to do to prepare." Alex folded his arms and settled down in a corner on the floor to look at Dean, waiting. "So now, tell me all about what's going to happen when the thing comes, and tell me what this sigil thing is for, because I... like to know these things."

Dean looked at Alex and shrugged, "I don't know. I don't have all the answers. I think this is part of the ritual in killing it. See, some gods you can just stab with the wood. Others you have to dip in blood of their victims and such, I just know my dad said to put this on the floor. Kind of like a symbol for no demons allowed."

"Do you know what god it is? How do you know what ritual you have to follow to kill it?" Alex was fascinated by the play of emotions on Dean's face. The other man was both competent at his job but also proud of his abilities, and Alex felt his abdomen heat and tighten at the sight of him. "Tell me what your dad said about it, please?" he asked, hoping Dean would keep talking.

"It's a pagan god, brought over by immigrants, or more likely it migrated with them. Old ways were beginning to be abandoned there in the old country, so they came here. This symbol that you made is just a standard circle, pretty much covers most pagan rituals. So," Dean shrugged. "The wood should do the trick. You just need to stand in the center of the circle. And, well, I'll kill it when it shows." Dean pulled the stakes out and handed one to Alex. "Here you go."

"Okay. I think I can probably manage that." Alex nodded. "I don't have to bleed or anything, do I?" he asked, laughing softly. "I mean, I'm not grossed out by the sight of blood or anything, but I'd much rather not lose it if I can manage to do that." He paused. "So how come salt won't keep it out?" he asked at length.

"Because gods don't work that way. They're stronger in power." Dean walked over and sat down beside Alex nudging his shoulder. "Hopefully, the only blood we spill is that damn god's." He looked at Alex. "You should really relay some of this stuff to your partner if he is gonna go running around chasing after ghosts."

"You mean tell Mulder?" Alex flashed a grin at his companion. "Now wouldn't that be fun? He'll go completely nuts when he realizes that I've solved his case without him. Of course, he may or may not believe me. If I know my Mulder, he'll be pretty much unbelieving, because he wasn't involved. Too bad we can't take photographs or something."

Dean shrugged, "I'm sure we can find a way for you to prove things to him." Dean bumped Alex. "Sometimes, you just have to live with people not believing you. Hell, I do that every day. How many hunters have you run into?"

"To be frank, I'm not sure I've run into any, until you." Alex bent his best 'innocent puppy dog' expression on Dean. "Don't think that I've ever been anywhere that called for one - either that, or they've kept a really low profile."

Dean smirked, "Yeah, well, we’re pretty good at that. We've been around for a while." He thought of Caleb and Uncle Bobby, and Pastor Jim, of course, not to mention all the other hunters they knew. Of course, then there was his father, who was an expert at keeping off the radar. "We like to keep it that way too. So if you tell your buddy, just, don't tell him where you got your intel from."

"See, that's where he won't believe me. Better that I should just keep quiet about it, because if I say a word, he'll be all over me, wanting all the rest of the information. I don't think you'd like that." Alex shook his head. "No, Dean, baby, better I tell him nothing, and then you won't get into any trouble."

"I knew there was a brain to go with those good looks," Dean smiled. He leaned over and kissed Alex under his ear, then pulled back and looked about. "Well, I guess when this is done, I’d better leave town quick, before someone finds the body."

"Body?" Alex frowned. "Won't the thing just fade away like that stuff... ectoplasm, isn't it?" He chuckled. "I guess I can find somewhere to put the body, if there is one. I've always been good at that sort of thing." He paused a moment. "Hey, wait up. When do I get to fuck you?"

Dean grinned at him, "Well, then I guess we are just gonna have to dispose of the body together, and then you come with me." He pursed his lips. "We can spend Christmas together."

"Great idea," said Alex, looking as if he'd scored a point. "Afterwards, you can drop me off in Tennessee or Virginia or somewhere, and I'll say I was kidnapped by some rabid murderer and managed to escape in the nick of time."

Dean nodded and leaned into Alex. He should be spending the holidays with his father, but he knew his father was off on his own hunt or they would have been here together right at this moment. He laid his head on Alex’s shoulder and looked up at him, "You know, you could always change your profession. Become a hunter like me."

"Tell me about the kind of hunting you do, Dean." Alex's voice sounded wistful, and he moved a little nearer to the young hunter, reaching an arm around him and pulling him closer. "Did you always do it? Tell me about some of the things you've hunted. How did you know what to do? How did you even start?"

"Well, hunters travel the country and hunt down the things that most people don’t believe in - spirits, ghost, demons, werewolves, shapeshifters, changelings, whatever. We usually discover them by studying the local newspapers." Dean began. "And yeah, I always did this. It’s all I ever grew up knowing. My dad’s a hunter, and he raised me to be one. I learned it all from him. He's the best. He's just ..." There were telltale signs of love and admiration in his eyes.

"So I say you think on it. It's not an easy job. Pay is crap but you save lives. You do good for others." He looked at Alex.

"You think I have it in me to do good?" asked Alex, raising his eyebrows. "I wonder." He rubbed his cheek against Dean's shoulder and closed his eyes, imagining himself free of the Syndicate, free from the cigarette smoker, free to wander the country with this intense young man, saving people from things that went bump in the night. The picture was so tempting that he almost said yes. "What... what about your dad? Wouldn’t he get mad? What would he say to me?" he asked, wondering if he would hear the answer he suddenly desperately wanted.

Dean shrugged. "I don't know. But you’re an adult. So am I. What is he gonna say? No?" Dean shifted to look at Alex. "Besides," Dean looked down a bit, "I could use the company." He looked up from beneath thick, silken lashes and smirked.

The words sent a jolt of desire through Alex. He met Dean's eyes, saw the invitation in them and licked his lips, suddenly nervous. "Oh, me too," he whispered and leaned forward to kiss Dean's soft mouth. "Me too."

He was about to pull Dean around to straddle his lap, when the lights began to flicker and buzz.

Dean stopped, ready for battle even if his body wanted to keep on going. He looked about then scrambled to his feet. "It's here. Get in the circle," he motioned towards it as he went to the hiding place they’d agreed on, tucked in behind a stack of empty crates. Reaching into his jacket he pulled the stake out of his pocket and held it ready.

A mist filled the room, rolling in like a fog. The lights flickered one more time before they went out, leaving only the light of the moon reflecting off the snow to illuminate the room. The high windows created uneasy shadows that seemed to cling to the thing that emerged from the fog, its eyes glowing red. It had a form that seemed to morph from one nightmare vision to the next, and it paused, looking around itself before starting towards where Alex stood, hand white-knuckled around the wooden stake it held.

Alex had moved swiftly, scrambling to stand within the circle he'd made earlier and face the creature that was apparently intending to make him its next victim.

"Why?" he asked it. "Why me? You don't know me."

"Because you belong with me." The creature's voice was gentle, and Alex blinked. He hadn't expected that. "I know you; you're a liar and a cheat."

Fixing him with its eyes, the being approached him, and he found himself unable to move as it reached black-nailed claws out to him.

Dean waited till the being had almost reached Alex, then he moved, ghosting across the room until he was close enough to touch the creature. "Hey!" he shouted to get its attention. "Get your damn hands off him," He rushed forward, charging it with stake drawn forth for a devastating blow.

Once the creature's eyes were no longer burning into his, Alex seemed to remember who and where he was. He gave himself a shake and raised his own stake, brandishing it as he leaped forward to aid his lover. "Dean, be careful," he yelled, bringing the pointed wooden shaft down on the back of the thing's neck.

Black blood spattered him, burning where it touched. He saw Dean bring his stake down to pierce the creature's chest and trembled when it didn't immediately fall. Its hands were reaching for Dean when at last it began to fade, dissolving into a mist that seemed to dissipate into nothingness, leaving them to stand, panting, as they stared at their stakes, now lying on the ground between them.

"Jesus, I thought it had you," Alex gasped.

Dean was breathing hard, and his hands burned where the thing’s ichor had run onto them as he was making sure that his stake had pierced deeply enough to ensure its death. He looked up at Alex and swallowed hard, "Hey, I'm too adorable to be taken away from all those lovely women out there waiting for a chance at me." He looked about himself and shuddered. "Let's get out of here. It's over. If we did our job right it won't be appearing someplace else to do the same thing." He turned and started walking, wiping his hands upon his jeans as he went.

"And no body to dispose of. Sweet." Alex bent to collect the stakes where they lay on the floor. "Somehow that seemed too simple," he said, hurrying to catch up with Dean. He hoped that Dean hadn't heard what the thing had said to him, just before they'd killed it. "How come it didn't fight back? How come it didn't know what we were going to do to it?"

Dean stopped and looked at him, "Do I look like some encyclopedia? I don't have all the answers okay," Dean snapped. He kept walking. "You know, you should be happy that killing it was that simple, because sometimes it's not." He reached the car and fumbled for his keys, then pulled the door open. "It's over."

Slightly shocked at Dean's sudden anger, Alex stopped walking, watching as Dean got back into his car. Then it dawned on him. Dean must have heard the words the creature had said to him. "It lied," he whispered. "It didn't know me. It couldn't possibly have known me."

"You getting in or what?" Dean asked.

Jerking into movement again, Alex hurried around to clamber in beside Dean, an apology on his lips. He felt wired, unsure of what would happen between them now the menace was gone. "Sorry," he murmured. "You gotta excuse me. The shock. I thought it had me. Then I thought it had you. That was scary."

"It's always scary. It's always close. Don't you get that in your job?" Dean started the car and set it in motion as he was speaking.

"Yeah, sometimes." Alex's mind went back to Coles brandishing a gun, about to shoot Mulder. He'd shot the man, only to find out that it wasn't a gun in his hand at all. "And the worst thing is when they make you believe what they want you to."

"That is why you have to believe in yourself first." The words rang in Alex’s ears, and Dean shifted gears, signaling a turn, as they approached the street where the motel was located. Pulling up to the room, they climbed out just as Mulder opened the door to his own room and emerged.

"Alex?" Mulder looked over, taking in the sight of the two of them.

Alex sat frozen in the passenger's seat, brain sifting through possible scenarios, possible lies, wondering if there was anything that Mulder would buy. He needn't have worried. The man didn't give him a chance to offer any excuses. He stalked over to where Alex sat, caught in the act of exiting the Impala.

"I was worried about you, but I see you just decided to shack up with some little piece of ass. Good move, Krycek."

Dean turned and twisted to look at his own ass. "I don't know if I should be flattered or insulted?" He sauntered around to stand beside the two men. "And what do you care?" He leaned nonchalantly against his car and smirked. "So you get anywhere on your case?"

Mulder gave Dean a cold stare. "Krycek is supposed to be working it with me," he snarled. "I thought he'd been... I thought that the killer got him. I was..." He cut his sentence short, glared at Alex, who was apparently trying to make himself very small and insignificant.

"Fat chance of working this or any other case with you," he growled, finally. "You're constantly keeping me in the dark, sneaking off to call Scully and leaving me to kick my heels. Are you surprised I went off on my own?"

Dean crossed his arms. "You were really worried about him? Wow. Must be love." He pushed from the car. "You know, when you work with someone, you don't keep them in the dark. You’re stronger when you work together." He was talking from personal experience, memories of his father, his beloved Sammy, and the way they’d always worked as a team until the day Sam had walked away from him. "You don't push them away or send them off to do bullshit make-work. The case is solved, so you can go home," Dean turned on his heel and headed for his room.

"Hey." Alex shot an irritated look at Mulder and then hurried after Dean. "Wait up. I'm coming with you."

"Krycek, wait!" Mulder followed him. "What do you mean, the case is solved?"

Dean was unlocking his door, ignoring the two behind him, but now he turned. "What part of solved don’t you get? It's solved. No more death. The threat is taken care of." He pushed open his door. "If you want to know, it was a pagan god, probably brought over from the old country by immigrants. It hunted those born on the twelve days of Christmas and systematically killed them."

"It tried to kill me," said Alex over his shoulder, standing very close to Dean. "Dean here saved my life."

For a moment, it seemed that Mulder was going to laugh, but then his brows came together as he recalled that Alex's birthday was in fact December 24th. "How did you stop it?" he asked Dean, suddenly right in his face. "Will it start over? It's not the first time this has happened."

Dean didn't move, "What? You think I'm some kind of amateur? Dude, get a grip," Dean pushed him back. "It won't start over. It's gone, okay? I took care of it. I know what I'm doing, unlike some. I do my research." He looked at Alex, a flicker of a smile in his eyes. "Is he always like this?"

"Always." Alex gave a little smirk and a shake of his head as he answered. "He's like a dog with a bone. Once he gets his teeth into it, he just won't let it go ‘til he's extracted every last bit of juice from it." He turned to face Mulder and nodded. "I'll see you in the morning, Mulder. Merry Christmas."

"Wait, how do you know? What’s going on? What do you know? I spoke to the woman, and she said you came in shooting ... salt? Why?" Mulder put out his hand, holding the door as he tried to stop them from closing it.

Dean rolled his eyes, "Dude, look up salt and its uses - especially its uses in rituals. Now, I'm tired, cold, I want a coffee and maybe some sleep." He began to try and push the door closed.

"I know salt is used to ward off spirits, it’s why you toss it over your shoulder for luck." Mulder kept going.

"It’s used for a whole bunch of other things, too. Dude, do you mind?" Dean spread his arms.

"Tomorrow," growled Alex, from his position at Dean's shoulder. "Listen, man, some of us like sleep, and have been up since early yesterday. It's 4am, and not all of us are in a caring, sharing mood, so if you want any more information, go call Scully. I'm sure she'll be happy to answer your questions. We'll see you when we get up. All right?"

He followed Dean into the motel room and finally pushed the door shut on Mulder, despite his protests. Turning to face Dean, Alex gave him a smile. "That was actually fun."

Dean shrugged off his jacket and tossed it over onto one of the beds, then began taking his shirt off as he headed for the bathroom. "Whatever, I'm just tired." Alex stood, unsure of what he should do, listening as Dean relieved himself then washed his hands and brushed his teeth. "That bed is calling my name," said Dean as he emerged from the bathroom. He began emptying his pockets and set his cell phone by the bed as Alex watched.

"You want company?" Alex's heart sank. He would have to go back out and face Mulder if Dean didn't want him there. Besides, he was fascinated by the competent young hunter and didn't feel that he'd had enough of him - wasn't even sure if it was physically possible to have had enough of Dean. "I can warm up your back and make you feel cosy."

He took a deep breath and began to unbutton his jacket, expecting at any minute to be told to go and see Mulder and leave Dean alone.

Dean looked up at him, a vision clad only in boxers, the strange amulet he wore around his neck glinting in the low light. "Well hurry up, because it’s cold." He sat down on the edge of the bed and stretched. "Get naked and shake that ass. I'm tired."

It didn't take Alex long. Pretty soon he had skinned down to his boxers and was heading over to wrap himself around Dean in the creaky double bed. He gave a soft, contented sigh as he sank into the warmth of Dean's sturdy body and pulled him close. "I could change," he murmured, knowing that Dean must be thinking about the things the god had said to him. "For you, I mean. I could do it."

Dean snuggled into Alex, and for a moment all seemed to have been just needless worry, but then Dean turned. "Hey, I lie and cheat sometimes, but for good reasons. You just have to make things work for yourself in a way that gets you through the night. I'm not a saint, just a damn good hunter. And I'm not perfect. Far from it." He bit Alex’s neck as he was speaking.

"I don't care if you're perfect or not, but I sure as hell want you, imperfections and all." Alex rubbed his face against Dean's shoulder. "I'd say I'd take care of you, but it's distressingly clear that you'd be the one taking care of me." He snickered softly, squeezed Dean tightly and kissed his ear. "I can hunt. Not like you, but I can learn."

Dean gave a chuckle, "You’re probably right. I would end up taking care of you. Always end up doing that with people." He leaned back looking at Alex, "So you CAN teach an old dog new tricks huh?" He smirked.

"You calling me old, young whippersnapper?" laughed Alex. "I'm young enough to give a good account of myself, I tell you." He sank his teeth into Dean's ear and laughed as Dean wriggled. "I'm serious. I could change."

Dean made a little sound, "Yeah?" Dean lifted himself up on one elbow and lowered his head to study Alex. Then he leaned in and kissed him, moaning softly as Alex’s lips parted to invite him in. Tongues slid against each other as their bodies tightened and the dance of love began. Alex took all he could from Dean, hands wandering over his body, caressing, squeezing, pulling him closer. He moaned again into the kiss.

Sighing happily, Alex melted against Dean, offering his mouth, sliding his hand down to cup Dean's groin and squeeze gently. He closed his eyes, mapping the smooth skin with his fingertips, caressing the crisp curls that grew around Dean's genitals before taking hold of his cock and beginning to stroke it into stiffness. "You want me to?" he whispered, licking along Dean's neck. "I'd do it if I thought you wanted me."

Dean groaned deeply, caressing as well. "I do want you," Dean whispered. "I want you to fuck me. I promised. I can't let you walk away from Christmas without your present." He smiled.

There was a moment's pause as Alex let the surge of liquid sensation center in the pit of his stomach and melt his spine. "Oh, jeez," he whispered. "With pleasure. I want you so badly." He rolled over to pull Dean to him, kissing him again but this time owning the kiss, mouth firm as his tongue invaded Dean's mouth, tangling against the softness of Dean's, and pressing him down into the mattress. "I'll make it good for you," he whispered, as he began to work his way down Dean's body. "You'll never want anyone else, trust me."

Dean gave a chuckle, that turned into a hiss of pleasure as fingers found and fondled sensitive skin. "Wow, confident aren't you?" He moaned softly, his body arching up into Alex's mouth. That pretty mouth was working wonders on him, making his skin burn and his cock fill to bursting. He shifted, feeling his body tingling all over and groaned as Alex started to work his underwear down and off him.

Mouthing and sucking along silken skin, Alex worked his way down to Dean's navel. Pretty soon, Dean's underwear was history and he was struggling to rid himself of his own boxers. His heart was racing as he tried his best to make the encounter memorable. He had no idea how often Dean had been fucked, but he wanted desperately to be the one that would get to do it on a regular basis. He reached for the condom that lay beside the bed as if waiting for them and ripped open the little packet of lube that was attached to it. Coating his fingers, he slid his hand down between Dean's legs as he bent to take the head of his lover's cock into his mouth and tease it.

Dean made a low, pleased sound, groaning again deeply and sliding his fingers into Alex's hair to clutch there. He trembled as Alex began to use the skills he had, systematically licking and sucking, probing into the slit on the head of his cock with his tongue and swirling it around the ridge. He squirmed and Alex felt his legs parting, hips rising to give an unspoken invitation. "Mmm, deeper," Dean purred as he pushed Alex's head down further onto him.

"Pushy bottom, aren't you?" chuckled Alex, doing as he was asked and sliding more of the meaty shaft between his lips. His fingers were parting Dean's cheeks as he sucked, and he skimmed his fingers over the little pucker he wanted so much to fuck. He could hear Dean’s intake of breath as he fumbled, and pressed in, pushing until he felt his finger penetrate the opening and slide inside to be surrounded by tight, slick heat. "Oh, yeah," he breathed. "Want this - want you, Dean."

"All yours for now," Dean answered. He shifted and moved, "You can have it, just take me. I'm yours." He snickered at the cheesy sound of his own words, and Alex gave a low chuckle that vibrated along his cock.

Alex couldn't have stopped if he'd tried. The taste of Dean was heady and musky, and had gone to Alex's head. Alex closed his eyes and stroked inside Dean, sucked him harder and moaned softly. He pushed in deeper, pressing as he fumbled to get a second finger inside, stretching Dean as he worked the two together. He was hard as nails, trying desperately to keep from humping the blankets as he worked.

When he heard Dean's groan, he shivered, fingers working harder, reaching for Dean's prostate.

He couldn’t take his eyes off Dean, gasping when Dean cried out at the fingers brushed over his prostate. His hips lifted off the bed and Alex felt Dean’s cock being shoved deeper down his throat. He really wanted to let Dean fuck his mouth, loved watching the glazed look in Dean’s eyes as pleasure washed over him, but his fingers were buried in Dean, and he was teasing that sweet spot for one reason. He wanted to fuck Dean, and sucking him dry would have to wait. He spread his fingers apart and watched as Dean bit luscious lips and gasped. He could tell that Dean was well on the way. Pulling off, he studied Dean’s cock, thick and red and pulsing as it released a strand of pre-cum. Dean whimpered at the loss of his mouth. "Now, Alex," he breathed.

"You sure?" asked Alex, lifting his head for a moment. He kissed along Dean's thigh as he slowly removed his fingers and went to roll the condom onto his dick. "If it hurts, you have to tell me. I'll stop if it hurts you; I don't want to hurt you," he whispered, drizzling lube onto his cock and coating it.

Hooking one of Dean's legs over his arm, he raised it up until it rested on his shoulder and scooted forward until he could feel himself flush against Dean's tight hole. "Breathe, baby," he whispered, pressing forward.

God, but Dean was tight, and he hoped that Dean didn't tell him to stop, because he really didn't think that it would be possible for him. He felt Dean's ass give as he breeched it, and heat engulfed him, the tight squeeze of Dean's body clenched around him. "Oh, my God!" he moaned.

Dean bit his bottom lip, his face showing the pain he felt as he was stretched. He gave a little, choking cry and threw his hand up to muffle it. His body shuddered under Alex’s, and Alex paused, feeling the throbbing, living heat that surrounded him. He tried to breathe, watching as Dean consciously attempted to loosen himself up a little, allowing hiss body to adjust.

They froze, both trembling with their effort, each one trying to adjust to the other as Alex invaded Dean’s body. It didn’t take long before Dean grabbed Alex's arms and started to urge him to move. One of Dean’s legs was placed high against his shoulder, and Alex looked down into Dean’s glazed and desperate green eyes, watching as the young man’s mouth moved but no words came out.

"It's okay, Dean; it's okay," whispered Alex, slowly sinking deeper into him. "You feel so good I can hardly stand it."

Dean's hands clenched around his upper arms, his leg tightened against his shoulder and his ass... the tight muscle sucked him in, clamped around him and massaged him until he thought he'd scream, because it felt so impossibly good. He was in as deep as he could go, straining for one more tiny little fraction of an inch, and it was almost too much for him. He gazed down into Dean's eyes, black pupils so wide he thought he could drown in them, and felt himself fall. He had to move - he just had to, and he drew up, plunged in and prayed that Dean wouldn't make him stop.

Dean let go of Alex, reaching above him to grab at anything else. Alex saw his fingers find the headboard and use it to brace himself, and that gave him the go ahead to begin moving, pulling out and thrusting back in again as shivers of pleasure coiled around the base of his spine. He shuddered as Dean finally let out a deep throaty moan, released from deep in his chest and gazed down to see that his eyes were closed and his neck arched back. It was clear the young man was enjoying things, and that made Alex give a soft moan of his own as he began his rhythm.

The world receded to a pinpoint, encompassing only white-hot, piercing pleasure and slick glide in and out of tight heat. Alex had been with men before - preferred it in fact, but this was somehow different. Dean had seemed so self-contained, so competent and toppy that it was stunning to see him fly apart this way. The gift of his trust tightened things low in Alex's belly, sent shivers racing through him as that sweet sensation coiled along his spine and tightened his balls.

Alex craned his neck, stretching down to kiss Dean as his breath came in short, gusty gasps. He trembled as he felt himself getting there and reached for Dean's cock, sliding his hand over it, wanting to see what he would look like when he came. Dean reached for him, fixing his mouth against Alex’s neck, and mumbled unintelligible phrases against it, words that were indistinct save for one that was repeated over and over. “Sammy.”

As Alex stroked his cock, Dean’s hips bucked, his body tensed, and he jolted as Alex thrust deep into him. It was at that moment Dean lost it. Creamy, sticky liquid spilled over Alex's hand and over Dean's stomach. At that instant, Alex’s mind was nothing but melted pleasure. He thought of nothing but the way Dean’s eyes closed tightly, lips drawn back in a snarl as he shuddered through his orgasm.

Alex felt lighter than air, as if he could do anything just so long as he had this. Dean's tissues were clinging to him, oil silk as they pulsed and sucked at him, and he knew that he wasn't going to be able to hold on any longer. He'd wanted it to last forever, but now, as his balls tightened and then burst, he knew that there was no way. All he could do was hang on, cling to Dean and hope that at the end of the ride there would be enough of his brain left to function.

Orgasm seemed to go on forever, spreading ripples of sweet release through him as his body spasmed. When at last he was done, and could see again, he slowly folded to slump over Dean, voice shot, body limp and sated, breath coming in huge gasps as he tried to recover his senses. "Jesus, Dean," he whispered, when he could speak again.

Dean groaned, and his head rolled to the side, trying to get more air into his lungs. Alex knew how that felt, because he was in the same state. "That was ..." He turned back, gently pushing Alex off him in an attempt to relieve himself of the added weight that was making it hard for him to breathe. The feeling of separation left Alex feeling empty. He ran his hand over the mess on Dean’s stomach, and he knew he should really get up and go wash, but he couldn't move. His legs ached and still shook.

It took him a moment to remember how to use his arms and legs. When he finally got himself under control, he rolled away from Dean and went to the bathroom, swiftly returning with a dampened towel with which he proceeded to clean Dean's belly. "You're amazing," he told Dean, tenderly drying him with one end of the towel. "I could do that forever. I want to."

"Can't forever, eventually you have to eat. Drink. Sleep," Dean teased. He climbed under the covers. "Alex, do you really think just knowing me these few days is worth leaving everything else for? I mean. I agree, you need a new job. You seem really good at hunting. I can teach you if you like, but is it really what you want? Are you looking to help others, or is it just because you want to be with me?"

The question shocked Alex. He tried to decide what the truth actually was. He wanted for once to avoid a glib answer, merely because it was what his current partner wanted to hear. Dean was different. Somehow, he'd made Alex care. "I want... I want to be with you first and foremost, but that means I want you to be proud of me, and I guess that means I want to help people too, if that's what it takes," he finally said.

"Alex, I do this because of what happened to my mom. I want to make sure it doesn't happen to others. I do this too because of my father. I want him to ... to be proud of me. And I see why he does the job he does. It's not easy. It’s filled with nightmares and death. We try to save as many people as we can, but we don’t try and prove these things exist, because there’s no point. We know they do, and we stop them. Alex, coming with me would mean giving up your own chance of leading a normal life. It means giving up everything so others can have what you’ll never get. Can you do that? Because that’s what will be asked of you."

"Don't know ‘til I try, do I?" murmured Alex, who'd returned the towel to the bathroom and was now getting back into bed to snuggle in next to Dean. "I want to try, because I really, really want to be with you. You gonna let me try?" He settled his head down against Dean's shoulder and snaked an arm around his waist. "I'm not scared easily, you know. You can't frighten me away by telling me scary stories."

"If you’re serious, yeah, I'll let you try." Dean nestled back against Alex. "Guess the New Year is really gonna be a new year." He looked back at Alex, then suddenly kissed him hard before turning back and snuggling even more.

"Merry Christmas," Alex whispered against the soft, fuzzy silk at the back of Dean's neck. He closed his eyes and finally drifted off to sleep, to dream of the way he would break the news to Mulder that he, Alex Krycek, was no longer his sidekick, but that he was going to go chase real X-Files. In his sleep, he was smiling.

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