Dark Christmas Part 2 by candygramme and dean_the_hunter

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Time passed, and, just as Dean was about to take another pastry, he caught the street lights flickering, and then saw the porch light begin to follow suit. He smacked Alex to get his attention and jumped out of the car in a flash, running across the street toward the house.

Alex followed him, a thrill of adrenaline flooding his system as he toted his salt-loaded shotgun in Dean's wake. "What do we do? Break in? Ring the doorbell? What?" He pressed close behind Dean as they reached the house and studied it, preparing to ring the bell. "You want in?" asked Alex, grinning. He drew out a lock-pick from his jacket pocket and leaned in to the front door. It only took a moment to open it, and Alex stood back, bowed and smiled. "My lord?" he said, bending low.

Dean frowned at Alex, "No time to be playful," he moved into the hall, gesturing for Alex to go around the other way. Entering the living room he caught sight of the spirit in the act of reaching for a woman. Dean cocked his gun, "HEY!" he shouted and then fired, hitting the spirit, which let out a screech. It charged at Dean and slammed into him, knocking him over, and the woman screamed.

Alex had tracked what was happening, and as Dean fell to the ground, he fired at the thing that was standing over him. It glared at him - a confused impression of red eyes fixed on him, full of malevolence, seen through a mist that swirled and then dissipated. Its disappearance left its erstwhile victim having hysterics as Dean slowly pushed himself back to his feet.

"Won't it come back?" Alex felt shaken. The thing had known him - he'd felt that in his bones. "What do we do? Put salt down to stop it?"

Dean groaned and looked down at his chest. It was aching, and when he lifted his shirt, it was reddened, the start of a huge bruise visible. "What? No, it won't come back right now, because the right time has gone by. It will have to wait till tomorrow." Dean pushed himself up to his feet as the woman’s husband came running down.

"What’s going on?" He ran to his wife who was still hysterical.

Dean motioned for Alex to back out and then followed him, leaving the people in question wondering exactly what had happened. Dean moved back to the car, rubbing his chest. "Man. That thing was powerful," he said. He was already racking his brain in an attempt to work out the meaning of the events that had gone down. Things had gone far too quickly and not at all well. The salt hadn't seemed to affect it the way it ought to have done, and alternative scenarios were buzzing through his head as he reached the car, "That wasn’t right. That was no vengeful spirit; it was some kind of ... demon or something." Dean started the car, wanting to get away, knowing that it would take the police at least five minutes to respond, even if they were close by.

With Alex beside him, he pulled away, heading back to the room. He could call his father, but then his dad would be pissed that he didn't have a handle on things right away. And it was nearly Christmas Eve. Tomorrow, in fact. He’d thought he would be done by now. Fuck.

"Are you okay?" asked Alex, who'd seen the injuries that Dean had sustained. "What the fuck was that thing? It... it looked at me. It knew me somehow. Goddamn! That was creepy." He frowned. "The salt didn't seem to make a difference. I thought it would stop the bastard, but it kept on coming."

"I know," Dean grumbled. "Which means it could be a demon, and we need sage and holy water for that, and an exorcism." Dean parked the car outside the motel and paid no attention to Mulder's car, parked a few spaces away. He walked around the trunk. "You said it looked at you. What color eyes did it have?" he asked as he opened the secret compartment.

Eyes? What was Dean talking about? Alex thought for a moment, pulling up the image of those two hideously hostile eyes. "Red! They were red. Dean, it was evil, and it knew me. It... seemed to have some kind of understanding of just who I was and what I’ve done. I don't know how to describe it." He shook his head. "So at least we stopped it tonight. Will it go back to get that woman tomorrow night? What do we do to stop it?"

Dean pulled the holy water out of the trunk and handed the plastic bottle to Alex. "We’re dealing with some sort of demon then, and it noticed you." Dean closed the trunk. "Dude, this is some kind of ritual, and we broke it today, but there’s still one more day to go." He frowned at Alex. "I’ve got a bad feeling that it picked you to be next. Your birthday’s tomorrow, so you’d be the perfect choice for it." Dean turned and made for his room, then paused and looked back at Alex, "You’re going to be next." He nodded. He had to be right. The signs were all there. His father always told him to go with his gut, and right now that was what his gut was telling him.

"Huh?" Alex sounded completely baffled. "You think?" He frowned at Dean and then laughed. "Well, if I'm the next victim, at least we won't have to go very far to find the bastard." He paused, followed Dean into his room and closed the door behind him, leaning on it. "You think it’ll come for me? What do we do?" For a moment, the smile stayed on his face, and then it fell away. "You're gonna tell me how we can save me, aren't you?"

Dean leveled a stare at him, wondering what he’d done to be counted in with the wrong doers that the thing had killed so far. "We’ll have to exorcise it," he said at length. He sighed because he needed a book with the exorcism in it, and his father had his journal with him. His journal! He started to dig around in his duffel until he found his own, wishing he was a little more thorough with his note taking. He pulled it out of the bag and began to leaf through it, hoping against hope that the ceremony he needed would be there and sighing with relief when he finally found the relevant pages. "Okay,” he said. “I got it right here, but, depending on how strong the thing is, I'm not sure salt alone is gonna keep it trapped." Dean looked at his cell phone.

"Tell me what to do." Alex was sweating at the thought of the bodies that had been found in earlier murders. He so did not want to end up like that. "We've got a day to prepare, don't we?" He couldn't get his head around the idea that a ghost was going to come for him, gut him and skin him - or at least try to do so. "Maybe I need to take you to bed right now, because it could be my last chance for any nookie; if that thing gets me, I won’t feel much like sex afterwards. What do you say?"

"It's not gonna get you." Dean tried to reassure him. "The windows and door are salted; it can't come past that." He smirked at Alex. "Look, it's not gonna get you ‘til tomorrow if I'm right, so you can relax. As for right now, I'll call my dad in the morning and see what he says." Dean hated to do that, but he had very little choice. "We should get some sleep."

Nodding, Alex approached Dean. "Wanna help me combat insomnia?" he murmured, standing in front of his companion as if he were suddenly shy. "I hate when demons suddenly decide I'm their next victim. The thought might keep me awake unless I'm really tired." He put his hands on Dean's hips, pressing them closer to him as he leaned his forehead against Dean's. "And besides, I wanna see what you look like when you get excited."

Dean's body rocked with the motion of Alex pulling him closer, their hips pressed and Dean lowered his eyes as their foreheads touched. He shouldn't. He should be doing research, so he didn't sound like a complete idiot when he called his father, but he wasn't Sam, and his dad knew it. Sam always did the research. Research bored and aggravated Dean. He hated it because it reminded him of school, and he’d hated school. He’d always much rather have been hunting with his father than sitting in a schoolroom.

Dean raised his eyes to Alex and lifted his head, tilted it to press his plush lips to Alex's own. It was a quick soft kiss. "Just know this is not, 'let me fuck you before I die sex,' 'cause I'm not gonna let you die. Demons don’t win when I’m on the job," he murmured.

"I'm very glad to hear that," murmured Alex. And you can rest assured that if I can do anything to stop it happening, I will, but you'd better let me know anything I need to do, because I think you're the one that has all the answers." The kiss was sudden and made a little finger of lust drag its way down Alex's spine. He gave Dean a little chuckle and then slid his arms around the young man's waist, bending his neck to capture Dean's mouth in earnest. "I suspect that if I were to trust Mulder to fix this for me, I'd be so much hamburger by this time tomorrow."

Dean nodded, but it was unclear which part of Alex’s speech he was nodding to. He raised his hands, running them up Alex's chest to push his jacket off his shoulders and onto the floor, then turning his attentions to the buttons of his shirt and working them open. Leaning in, he kissed Alex's lips, pressing a series of tiny pecks to them as he remembered the touches they’d exchanged in the car. Alex had rubbed his groin, and now those memories were getting Dean hard. "I don't know, your friend sounds like he knows about these things, but he just doesn't know how to stop them. We’ll get you through this, and you can tell him all about how to do it when we’re finished."

"I can try." Alex gave another, sour sounding chuckle. "He's not noted for listening to other peoples' opinions. Frankly, I'd far rather stay here with you and have some quality time." As Alex was speaking, he was unfastening the buttons on Dean's overshirt, so he could shrug it off the young man’s shoulders. "It's like unwrapping an early Christmas present," he murmured, voice husky as he pressed his thumbs under the hem of Dean's T-shirt and lifted it. "Christ! You're gorgeous."

Dean raised his arms, letting the shirt slip over his head. He had Alex bare-chested, and what he saw, he liked. There was just something about this older man that spoke to him. Maybe he liked them older because it offered him a substitute for the love he hadn't ever felt from his father. Especially in the recent weeks since ...

Dean reached to unfasten Alex's jeans. The button pushed its way through the hole, the zipper tab slid down. Heat greeted his fingertips, and a musky male smell prickled his nose. Dean felt his mouth water as if he’d been starved for this attention. "Make it birthday as well." He pushed his hand down inside Alex's pants and found that the man apparently liked to run around commando style. He gave a smirk as he leaned in and kissed him.

""I can do that," murmured Alex, shuddering. "So you're gonna be doubly nice to me?" He helped Dean undress him, shoving his pants down, kicking them off along with his shoes, so he could stand naked before the young hunter. "How come you're still wearing clothes?" he growled, starting to peel Dean out of his jeans too.

He gave a little moan as Dean’s fingers seized him. "Oh, God, that feels good," he mumbled, bending to bite and nibble at Dean's neck.

"Good things come to those who wait," Dean murmured as he started sliding his hand over Alex’s cock. It was clear that Alex was a decent size where it counted. He’d please any woman with that cock. Any man for that matter, and Dean had to wonder how often Alex strayed on the other side of the sheets. Did he please his partners? Dean was usually a ladies man, and there were only two men he had sex with so far. The most well loved one had left him, and the other was pushing him away. Dean could feel it, and it hurt.

He stopped his stroking to get those jeans down, sitting down on the bed and allowing the warm feel of Alex's breath to linger on his goose-pimpled skin. He took his boots off, and then nearly turned his jeans inside out in his haste to get them off. Shifting his gaze back up to Alex, he grabbed the agent’s hips firmly and pulled him close. "So tell me, Alex,” he murmured. “Have you been a good boy this year?" he asked, moving closer so he could run his full lips up and down the side of Alex's cock.

"Define 'good', and I'll tell you," smirked Alex. "I think I've been good. Once or twice I was fuckin' great, but you have to set a benchmark, or it's just my opinion." He gasped as Dean began to play with his cock, hips bucking into the heat and warmth of his mouth, trying for more, trying for suction. "Oh, god!" he moaned. "Yeah! Do that, please?"

He thought about Dean's mouth, so much sweeter and softer than Mulder's, and knew that he'd been a fool to crush on Mulder. This young man was infinitely more desirable, and what's more, he was willing. Alex shuddered again and gave himself over to Dean.

Dean kept up his teasing, taking in a little more with each pass, using his hands on Alex’s inner thighs to press his legs wider, so he could lift that heavy cock and suck at his balls. Dean had a skilled mouth, not only just for talking and charming people, and he was showing Alex that very fact with every bob of his head. Working him, Dean caressed, light touches, tender and gentle, alternating with rougher ones, grasping Alex's cock and forcing it into his mouth to stop the other man’s whimpering for suction.

Dean's full lips parted, took that cock down, sucking and bobbing his head as the length of it slipped in and out. He moved first fast, then slow, pulling off to run his lips over the sides before taking it back in again, keeping up the pressure until he felt Alex start to tense and then easing back, squeezing the base with his fingers to keep him from releasing.

Yes, Dean was gonna drag this out. He was gonna give Alex a night he would never forget, because Dean's ego liked to think he’d be remembered by his partners when it came to sex.

The week had not been kind to Alex. Staying in close quarters with Fox Mulder, wanting, longing, but never actually being able to claim him, had pushed Alex to the point where now, with this amazingly competent, beautiful young man, he was finding it hard not to lose it and come after five seconds like some inexperienced schoolboy with a skin mag. He gasped again as the tingles of prickly pleasure flickered through him, threatening to set him on fire.

Dean's mouth was hot and sweet, wet and slippery as it applied just the exact amount of suction to his cock, his balls. Each time he felt himself ready to spill over, knowing fingers dragged him back, until he thought that he'd go out of his mind. "What... are you doing to me?" he whimpered.

Dean looked up at Alex, and then he slowly rose up to move Alex around and lay him down, smiling down at him, "I'm making this a night you won't forget. Early birthday present." He lowered his head to nibble over Alex's chest. His lips brushed, his tongue teased, his teeth nipped, and his hands caressed. He moved up over Alex's neck then hovered over his lips. "Good so far?" he asked as he rocked his hips against Alex's, so his cock rubbed against the other man’s skin.

Incoherent now, Alex merely made a needy little sound against Dean's lips and nodded, eyes wide as he watched his young lover's face. Forgotten was Mulder, forgotten were the fears and worries of working for the Syndicate, and all he could think of was here, now, this man who was so delicately taking him apart. He didn't know why he'd thought Dean might be inexperienced. A boy who looked like that could write his own ticket, for sure, and was bound to have been sexually active. He wanted Dean - wanted everything that he would give. Desperately, he raised his knees and wrapped his legs around Dean's waist, urging him to take things further, wanting to feel Dean inside him.

"Do it to me," he finally managed. "Want you..."

Dean gave a little sound, and then clutched at Alex's legs as he pushed up from him. "Eager." He pressed Alex's legs down and moved up to his side. "I want to see how talented your mouth is first. Is it good for more than begging?" He gripped Alex's hair and urged him to take his cock into that luscious mouth.

For a moment, Alex pouted, but then he batted his eyelashes and parted his lips in a smile as he poked his tongue out to lap at the head of Dean's dick. "Turn for turn," he murmured and sucked Dean into his mouth, relishing the salty, musky taste of the droplets that were oozing from the crown of the morsel against his tongue. He loved to give head, prided himself on how well he could do it, and he went to town on Dean, licking and sucking, swirling his tongue around the head of it, dropping lower to nibble and suck at his balls and chuckling as Dean reacted.

Dean gave a sound from deep in his chest, fingers gripping hair and pulling Alex's head forward onto him. "I can tell you like this." Shifting around, he reached for Alex's cock and wrapped his hand around it to stroke it and keep it hard. Reaching the fingers of his other hand around, he began rubbing at Alex’s tight bud before pushing his fingers inside.

That was exactly what Alex wanted. He redoubled his efforts on Dean's cock, pressing back against the invading touches, feeling the warmth pooling low in his belly as Dean skimmed his fingers along the crease of his ass and pressed back to start loosen him up.

"Want you," he panted again, pausing in his ministrations to look up at Dean with eyes blown dark with need. "You can do anything you like. You're so sexy." He ran his hands down between Dean's thighs to cup his balls and tease them gently as he sucked the thick cock back into his mouth.

Dean was making sounds, pleasing sounds, and he moved again, dropping his body onto one hand that could support him over Alex, while he moved his fingers into him with more force, fucking him with them. "You’re not so bad yourself," he managed. Okay, now was the time. Dean was good and hard, and damn, he needed this.

He pulled his fingers from Alex with a pop. It was clear that Alex didn't want to stop. Straightening up, he rolled Alex over onto his stomach and dragged his hips up. He grasped his own cock to position it and slid it along the cleft between Alex’s butt cheeks, then pushed it home into his now loosened hole. Dean growled to cover the pain as he stretched his partner out enough to accept him, gasping as the crown slipped inside, and the rest followed. Gratefully sinking all the way in, he leaned over Alex panting heavily. "God, you’re hot. Tight."

"It... it's been a while," whispered Alex, voice harsh and broken as his breathing gasped in and out. "Don't meet many guys like you." He spread his knees apart to facilitate Dean's entry, trying to relax as much as possible as he waited for the burn to subside. Dean was nicely endowed, and he filled Alex, stretched him to the point that he almost thought that he would split. It hurt, but he knew that the pain would fade once Dean began to move that amazing piece of flesh inside him. "Just hang on a minute. Nearly ready," he whimpered.

Dean held back, gritting his teeth, needing the moment just as much. He was buried up to his balls, and Alex wasn't relaxed enough yet. He pressed against Alex’s spine, running his tongue along the knobs of it as he arched under him. His hand followed, and when he couldn't reach much higher, he grabbed hold of one shoulder. His teeth dug into skin and pulled, worrying at the meaty muscle. One hand circled around Alex's chest and down to his cock to grip it. "Let me know when you’re ready."

The dual sensation of being filled completely and having Dean's hand on him sent a sudden flash of sweetness through him. Teeth nipped, and Dean's deep, soothing voice tickled his pleasure centers. He was suddenly ready - more than ready it seemed. He could feel coils of dull, sweet sensation flickering along his spine, and as Dean moved ever so slightly, the drag over his prostate made him cry out.

"Yeah, Dean. Now! Do it now, because you feel so fucking good I think I'm gonna die if you don't!" He bucked upwards, trying to leave Dean in no doubt that he was serious, and arched his neck, seeking that hot, sweet, sensuous mouth, if only he could find it.

Dean leaned forward as far as he could and pulled Alex's head back, cupping his chin and kissing him as much as their position would allow. Pulling away, he surged forward and grasped Alex by the hips to start their dance towards completion. He closed his eyes and trembled, growling and clenching his teeth as he started to fuck him. God, it felt incredible.

Dean began to pump Alex’s steadily leaking cock. He bit again, and then licked at the beads of sweat forming on Alex's back. "You are fucking incredible. If we get through this, I'll give you the other half of your present. You can fuck me. You’d like that, wouldn't you? Get your big cock inside me. Would it thrill you to know that you’re only the third man I’ve ever been with?"

"Oh, Jesus Christ!" Dean's words were enough. He couldn't hold back any more. He dropped his head to his forearms, pushed his ass back and stretched his thighs wide, knowing that they'd ache in the morning, but knowing that it'd be worth it. "Everything you do is..." He couldn't continue. Orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, catching him up in the rush and slamming him back down so that he couldn't speak, couldn't breathe, couldn't even remember his own name.

Dean felt his hand get wet, and Alex’s ass tighten around his cock. He grunted, milking Alex till he felt the man tremble. Now it felt even better; Alex’s muscles had relaxed, and Dean could drive into him harder, faster. His hips slapped, and the sound of flesh contacting flesh filled the air, counterpoint to Dean's grunts. He thrust into Alex hard and fierce, pushing him down into the bedding until the man was sprawled out, flattened beneath him.

Braced on his hands, Dean kept going, working that ass until he felt his own tightness forming. His balls drew up, and he jerked, nearly froze in sweet agony before he released, spilling into Alex. Crying out, he came so hard that his juices pushed out around him to run down Alex's thighs as Dean collapsed down onto him, their sweat mixing, and their body heat melding together.

Dean panted heavily, laying his head down onto Alex's shoulder, letting his breath run over him and hearing both heartbeats still pounding rapidly.

Completely lost, Alex lay sprawled, jerking feebly, feeling the aftershocks from his own climax as Dean pursued his. He felt antsy, desperate. He was used to being in command of any given encounter, and the way he’d submitted to Dean had come as a complete surprise. He’d kept his ass in the air, until he felt Dean come, but, once he knew that Dean had voided himself, he gave up any attempts at remaining alert and let himself slump, gasping and panting as he tried to regain his control. "Awesome," he husked. "You're a natural talent!"

Dean turned his head and kissed Alex at the back of his neck. "Yeah, I've been told." He climbed off him, carefully pulling out and reaching for a tissue to clean off. He tossed it aside then lay there, hand on his chest as he stared up at the ceiling. "You’re a talent as well." He turned his head to Alex. "And it seems you’re not used to being topped, are ya?"

"It's been a while since I got to cut loose." Alex rolled to face Dean, moving closer until he could snuggle against Dean's warm side. "I haven't felt much like it. Had an assignment that demanded all my concentration, day and night, and, by the time I wasn’t playing a part any more, I was too fucking tired to go out and look for it, so recently it's just been me and my strong right hand." He rubbed his face over Dean's shoulder. "I don't mind bottoming. Sometimes it's an amazing experience. You're a good top, because you know how to involve your partner."

For a moment, he didn't say any more, but then he smiled, his face alight with an affection he would have shot himself if he'd known he was showing. "Actually, for choice, I'd rather bottom to someone like you than fuck pretty people who have no character to them. You gave me so much, and you're gorgeous."

Dean lifted his arm, letting Alex snuggle up and then draped it around him. He was paying attention. Assignment, Alex had said. Was this undercover or spy stuff? Dean had to wonder if he hadn't been the target. "Huh, so are you playing a part now?" he asked, suddenly wary.

"Not with you." Alex raised his head until he could gaze into Dean's eyes. "See, I was sent to watch Mulder to make sure that he didn't embarrass the powers that be." He kissed Dean's chest, bit gently at a nipple and then laid his cheek down on one padded pectoral. "There are people that wanted to make sure he wasn't wasting government money with his searching for alien invaders, and I'm the lucky boy that got sent in to do the dirty. It's not something I enjoy, because he's kind of nice, and I sort of fancy him, but I know who pays my salary, and I don't want them to stop." He paused. "If Fox ever found out that I was spying on him, I think he'd kill me."

Dean gave a nod. "Okay." Dean shifted and pushed Alex away onto his back, so he could lean over him. "Sort of fancy him?" He tipped his head to one side, considering. "Should have guessed." He leaned in and kissed Alex, then pushed away, getting up. He went to get a wash cloth, wetting it with warm water, and cleaned himself up before coming back and handing it over to Alex, "Here, so you can clean up. We should get some rest."

"Sort of fancy him, because he's got pretty lips," murmured Alex, husky voiced. He nodded his thanks as he sat up to clean himself off. "Or at least I thought so, ‘til I saw yours." He reached for Dean, pulling him down against his side so he could put his arm around him and lick along his neck. "Do you have any idea just how beautiful you are?" He paused, then raised one ironic eyebrow. "Mulder pales to insignificance. I've never seen anyone quite as incredibly beautiful as you, and I've decided that I'm gonna chase you around for the rest of my life, because you're good at what you do, too."

Dean went over and rechecked the door before coming back and letting Alex pull him down. He closed his eyes as he was licked, stifling a little purring sound. "I know," he said with a smirk. Dean had always known how attractive he was. He often used it to his advantage. He had to. He turned his head, "Forget about me after this. You don't want my life."

"I want you, with or without your life," insisted Alex. "I want to see you lose it, and know that it was because of me. I want to spread you out and tease you ‘til you beg, and I want you to do the same thing to me. I want to feel you right where you are and know that you're not going to leave." He smiled. "I sound pretty girly, don't I? Well, I've seen enough that I wouldn't mind getting out of the life I've lived lately, and you'd be a pretty good incentive to do that."

"Well yeah, does sound kind of girly," Dean gave a smirk. However his face got a little more serious. "Dude, you said you like your paycheck, and, in this job, we don't get paid. Hell, most of the time we don't even get thanked. It's not an easy job. The things you see will give you nightmares for years. You never get numb to it." Dean knew he didn't and he knew his father never had either. "And really, is one night of great sex really worth it? You don't even know anything about me other than that I hunt spirits and demons."

"How do you live?" Alex was drawing idle circles on Dean's stomach with his forefinger. "If you don't get paid, you must find your living somehow." His voice was soft and husky, and he wanted to keep Dean talking for as long as he could, afraid that if they dropped asleep it would end the encounter. "Are you independently wealthy or something? You don't seem like a wealthy guy, but I guess you could be one of the eccentric folks that one reads about but never actually meets."

"I wish," Dean grumbled. "I hustle a lot of pool and cards," Which was the truth, of course, if only partially. He wasn't gonna tell someone in the FBI that he and his father did credit card fraud. That would just be stupid. "So it's not really thrilling and, no, not rich. Sorry to burst your bubble. Guess I'm not as attractive any more." He looked over at Alex, a challenging look that spoke of Dean’s disillusionment.

"Are you kidding? You sound like my soulmate!" Alex chuckled, inclined his head to lick at a nipple, and cuddled closer to Dean. "And you're gonna keep the big, bad ghost from skinning me alive tomorrow night, which makes you special right there." He gave Dean a grin that was a little shaky round the edges. "Seriously, I'd really prefer not to be skinned alive by ghosts."

Dean looked down at Alex as he rubbed the man's back. He caressed the other man as he spoke, "Seriously, I'm not gonna let that happen to you. I'll call my dad in the morning. See what he suggests. We'll get this thing. Hey, it could be a pagan god, and I know how to kill them. And I have the wood in the trunk. So don't worry." He rolled into Alex and held him close.

"If it's wood you want," murmured Alex, grabbing Dean's hand and pulling it down to place at his groin. "I've got some right here." He shuddered as he felt Dean's fingers on him. He shifted, slid a thigh between Dean's legs and gazed into his eyes. It seemed as if he was about to kiss Dean, but then he pulled away and frowned. "I'm friggin' scared, if you want to know the truth. I'm really glad you're gonna be on the case."

Dean gave a chuckle as his fingers curled around flesh to start pulling on him. He paused to lean in and kiss him. "It's gonna be okay. I won't let anything happen to you, promise." He removed his hand to put his arms around Alex and held him tightly, "Not gonna let things happen to you," he whispered and stroked Alex’s hair.

Alex had thought that he was too wired, too scared to sleep, but the world slowly faded away, lost in the warmth of Dean's body and the soft hiss of his breathing. He found that he could almost believe that Dean would keep him safe, and before too long he was out for the count.

Dean fell asleep as well, wrapped in warmth and someone who needed him. He slept without the usual nightmares that sometimes bothered him. Dreams about Sam leaving him, and his father abandoning him, and when the sun came through the window, sparkling off frosted windows, he blinked his green eyes open and turned to look down at the man beside him who was still clinging to him in his sleep.

With careful movement, Dean extracted himself from those arms, stretching and feeling a little sore. He’d actually fucked this guy last night, and his body was reminding him. It wasn't a bad thing, precisely, but he really needed a shower. He padded off toward it, trying to be as quiet as possible and washed off, soaking in the heat before emerging. Drying himself off quickly, he brushed his teeth and got dressed.

Clad in ripped jeans, tee shirt, plaid shirt and his jean jacket, Dean went out to get them breakfast. He brought back coffee, pancakes, sausage, eggs and bacon as well, creeping in to place the plates down before climbing onto the bed to wake Alex with cold kisses. "Hey, wake up sleeping beauty."

Alex, too, had been free of the bad dreams that often assailed him. At the touch of Dean's cold hands he whimpered and tried to burrow deeper down into the bedclothes, but Dean's mouth was insistent, following him, kissing him into wakefulness, and after a couple of sleepily mumbled protests he awoke.

"I can smell coffee," he said, still mostly hidden beneath the blankets. "You made coffee? Need coffee."

He suddenly remembered where he was, and sat up with a start. "Dean? Oh, man, I forgot! I was having this amazing dream where I was back at home, and it was Christmas."

Dean gave a chuckle, "Sorry, the nightmare is still happening." He pulled way and went over to grab the tall cup of coffee, returning to hand it to Alex as he opened his own and inhaled the fragrance. "Well, would be nice, but, sorry, you’re stuck here with me." He turned to face Alex. "I talked to my dad. He said it sounds like a pagan god. So while I was waiting I got some rowan wood. We are gonna have to use you as the bait but don't worry, I'll be there. We just need to find a warehouse or garage, and I have some vines to line it, so we can trap it inside." He raised his coffee to his lips and drank.

"You hungry?" Getting up, he brought the huge container of food over to Alex.

"God, you're good," smirked Alex. "You think of everything. I think I love you!" He leaned forward, allowing the steam from his drink to warm his face. "Can't even think enough to feel scared, until I've had my first injection of java in the morning."

He greeted the food with a beaming smile and began to eat, happily fueling himself up as Dean talked. "What are the vines for?" he asked as he waved a plastic fork with a sausage on it. Do we tie it up and beat it to death with the wood? And please tell me you aren't going to stake me out on an altar or something. I'm not too keen on that idea."

"No, it's kind of like garland, so we just drape it around the room." He explained to Alex it was vine wood, something like the dogwood that grew on graves. He'd found it in a shop near by, luckily for him. "You'll have a stake as will I." He took his own plate and started to chow down. "So, stop worrying and eat."

The food was disappearing fast. Alex didn't have a problem eating, even when threatened with death. He finished the pancakes and started on his eggs, making little, delighted noises as he caused the food to disappear. "So we wait for the critter to come into the place, and then you stop it from getting out? Is that the plan?"

"More like stop it from getting out and kill it," Dean answered with a mouth full of food. "But that’s the plan. Nothing fancy. No spells or rituals. Just stab it in the chest with the wood I have in my baby’s trunk." He set his empty plate down and got up, heading for the door. Within a short time, he was back with two pieces of wood. Pulling out a knife from his bag, he laid them down in a heap. He would carve them later.

"Sounds pretty straightforward, if a little up close and personal for my tastes." He grinned. "Let the record show that the condemned man ate a hearty breakfast," he murmured, putting his fork down and pushing away the empty carton that had held his food. "That was awesome. I don't usually get time for more than a coffee and a donut or something when Mulder's on a tear. He doesn't really eat much, and he's got a body like a fucking whippet. Me, I need fuel, or I get cranky and want to kill things, which isn't a good thing in my profession."

Dean chuckled, "Well, I usually get coffee, and maybe a muffin or donuts, but when it's like this, I indulge. You use a lot of energy hunting." He grinned, "And also with sex." He chuckled. "You need me to go down the way and fetch your toothbrush?"

Raising his eyebrows in alarm, Alex gave Dean a look that was partly horror and partly amusement. "You really want to wreck my birthday?" He shook his head. "Trust me, if Mulder gets involved, it'll be a bloodbath, and it'll be my blood that you get to bathe in. He'll jump to conclusions, likely arrest you, just because you're there, and it'll be bye-bye Alex. I happen to like my skin far better on my body than on the damned floor, thank you. I'll buy one, or borrow yours or something. I've had worse things of yours than your toothbrush in my mouth!"

Dean gave a gasp as if he’d been stabbed and grabbed his chest. "Oh, that hurt!" He got up to grab his knife. "Use my toothbrush. And by the way, he can't arrest me if he is tied up in the closet or to the bed. Hell, I could tie him to the bed and then let you have your way with him after I leave." He smirked as he picked up one of the branches and started carving it into a point.

"Nah, that's all right," grinned Alex, climbing out of bed. "You've spoiled me for other men now. All I want for the rest of my life is you - those lips of yours, wrapped around my cock are a complete wet dream." He stretched for a moment, acres of golden skin sliding over slabs of muscle that moved beneath it in ripples. "Guess I'll go and get myself clean and nice." He went into the little bathroom and turned on the shower, calling back, "Feel free to join me, if you want!"

Dean was busy carving the wood. But when the shower turned on, and that voice called out, Dean looked up. It was nearly like some bombshell of a woman, or, worse, Sammy, calling him. He looked at the wood in his hand, then the knife, then to the bathroom. He’d only just had a shower but that invitation had him up on his feet at once, and he was soon stripping out of his clothing, leaving a trail all the way to the bathroom.

It didn’t take long for him to shove the curtain aside, and then Dean was right there, pushing Alex into the tile and kissing him.

Like a whirlwind, Alex was caught up, laughing as Dean spun him around and pressed him back. Alex's back met the cold tiles, but he didn't care, because Dean was leaning into him, plush lips capturing his as he took what was offered and made it his own. The water cascaded around them both, but they were oblivious, kissing and caressing, stroking each other as their excitement grew.

Dean worried Alex's lips, sliding down over stubble to nibble over his neck. He came back up, kissing panting lips again, while his fingers moved over Alex, finding places that would make the man moan. Lowering himself down, nipping and biting at those abs and hips, he looked up from under wet lashes. "Want me to suck you?" His hand moved over Alex's cock.

"What man in your acquaintance would ever turn down a blow job given by anyone with lips like yours?" Alex caressed Dean's cheek, lowered his lashes and pressed forward, allowing his cock to stroke over Dean's lips as if it knew the way to go. "You do me, and then I'll do you," he husked. "I can't think of a better birthday present. You're a genius."

Dean gave Alex's cock a lick then chuckled before giving it a suck and pulling off again. "Oh, but I promised you that you could fuck me for your birthday present." He licked at the crown of Alex's cock then swirled his tongue around it before taking the man in, moving his lips over him and bobbing his head up and down, while his hand stroked to meet his lips.

"That would be a truly amazing gift," whispered Alex, biting his lips to hold in the groan that was attempting to escape at the sensations Dean was pulling through him. "But I don't think it's gonna be right at this exact moment, because..." The sight of Dean, eyes wide and smiling as he sucked on him, cheeks hollowed and plush lips stretched around the cock in his mouth, was almost too much to bear. He could feel his body fighting to come, feel his muscles tensing and the tingling tight against his spine as his balls drew up against his torso, ready to spill their load. "Oh, Gods, look at you!" he moaned and came.

Dean felt the first pulse fill his mouth, and he drew back letting the rest hit upon his face and neck before he leaned in and licked what was dripping out. His hand still worked over Alex’s cock. He felt the man shudder as he rose to his feet. "You're right, I'm gonna make you wait. I'm gonna make you wait to see me come." He smirked even as he started to turn Alex around.

Body still fizzing from the aftershocks of the orgasm he'd just had, Alex could only whimper softly and go with it, turn to place his hands on the tile to hold himself up, knowing what was coming next and wanting it as much as he'd ever wanted anything. He'd invested a lot of time in this persona he was inhabiting, and it had been hard to create in himself the willing, eager innocent he was playing. He was half tempted to break character, to show Dean exactly who and what he was, but he knew he couldn't afford to do that. Mulder was still there, waiting to be played, and who knew, his absence for thirty hours or so might have melted Mulder's heart by the time he returned. He could hope, anyway.

Vowing to himself that one day he would find Dean and show him a different side of himself, he spread himself wide and willing for Dean to fuck, welcoming it, wanting it and knowing that he could have it. He wondered if Dean, beautiful, sexy and feral as he apparently was, would consider going into partnership with him. He'd been about to tell Dean the evening before that he would quit his job with the syndicate and freelance if Dean would only join him. He had the contacts, and there was plenty of work for reliable hit men.

Dean took the invitation, grasping his cock and placing it at Alex's entrance, then pushed, feeling Alex take him in. "God," Dean hissed. He placed his hands over Alex's to pin him in place and started rocking into him, biting at Alex's shoulder, licking the water from his neck and nibbling at Alex's ear. "God, you are so fucking good." Dean kept up the motion, hearing skin slap against skin.

Dean started making little sounds. Mumbling about how amazing the man was. How he could do this every night. He kept rocking into Alex ‘til he started feeling that familiar tingle. His mouth found Alex's when he twisted his head around. A few more thrusts, deep and hard, into that ass, and Dean was spilling into him, releasing while he bit Alex's shoulder to keep from filling the room with sound.

The water was turning cold now, and Alex reached down to finish himself off, the feel of Dean inside him, his essence oozing out of him meaning that he only needed a couple of tugs to get there.

Turning as Dean softened and slipped out of him, he pulled the younger man against him and kissed him hard. "God, I wish I could keep you. I can't believe just how amazing you are. I feel like I lucked out, meeting you. Who knew I'd have a ghost to thank for meeting the love of my life?"

"Love of your life? Dude, that was truly girly." He kissed Alex, then reached and shut the water off. Pushing the curtain back to grab the towels, he handed one to Alex. "Well, you lucked out as far as the spirit went. But as for keeping me, I'm a hunter, dude. I need to be out there helping others like you." He was drying off as he spoke, and when he’d finished he tied the towel around his waist and folded his arms across his chest, staring a challenge at the man with him.

"I hunt too. I just hunt a different kind of prey." Alex didn't elaborate, but he wanted his new lover to know that he wasn't going to back off.

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