The Hunter and the Hunted: Part 3 - The Greatest Treasure
Title: The Hunter and the Hunted
Part 3: The Greatest Treasure
Authors: art_of_mayhem and candygramme
The following beautiful collage was made by fluffy_o
Rated: NC17 for hot monkey sex
Pairing: Dean Winchester/Alex Krycek
Spoilers: none
Warning: Slash
Word count: 5,776
Disclaimer: Dean and his family belong to Eric Kripke and Supernatural, and Alex belongs to Chris Carter and the X-Files. We own nothing, but we are doing this for love and not money.
Author’s notes: Dean spent four years traveling with John, his father, and later on his own missions, while Sam, his brother, was at Stanford. We’ve bent time a little, and we are aware of that, but this is fiction. We’ve decided that Dean met up with Alex Krycek after the events of Piper Maru and Apocrypha so for everyone that ever wondered how Alex got out of the missile silo, we have the scoop.
The quoted song is “October Song,” by the Incredible String Band.
The beautiful icon is by myhappyface, for which much thanks.
Part 1
Part 2
I used to search for happiness, I used to follow pleasure
But there’s a place behind my mind, and that’s the greatest treasure
For rulers like to lay down laws and rebels like to break them
While poor priests like to walk in chains and God likes to forsake them
Dean stared at the man for a quiet moment. There seemed to be nothing special about him, but then most demons were not picky on the people they possessed. But the reason why it had ridden Val from Hong Kong to here was baffling him. He wished his Dad were here right now. His father was good with patterns, with piecing things together.
"After you're done eating, why don't you lie down, get some rest? I'll... keep watch over you." He reached out, bumping the man with his leg, rubbing a bit, "Don't worry, I won't make you go near that place."
The reassurance was welcome, and Alex felt a great weight go from his mind. He began to eat again, stretching nonchalantly to press his leg closer to Dean's, finding the contact comforting as much as it was arousing.
"You won't go away, will you?" he asked, allowing a little panic to show in his eyes again. "I... I don't know how ready I am to be on my own."
Dean's own green eyes took in the man before him as he ate. In a way, the man reminded him of his little brother, Sam. The dark hair, a little long, hanging down in his eyes. Though the eyes were green, and Sam's were hazel, there was that little touch of fear, of vulnerability he’d seen so often in his brother. Dean feared that, if this man gave a pout, lowered his lashes then lifted them back up to look at him, he would feel that same tightening in his chest that he always did with Sam, and then he’d give in to whatever was asked. Dean felt the urge to push away as he always did to protect himself. To say something smart.
He had to divert his eyes, look out the window. "I really should go back out there but..." Shit, there was that look, and Dean could tell that physical contact was needed. "It can wait. Just relax, you're safe here. I'll... keep an eye on you." He stopped talking abruptly, aware that he had almost spilled the same words he was so used to telling Sam, that he would protect him.
"Look, you sleep on the bed; I'll keep watch, sound good?"
"The bed, right..." Alex looked at the bed, then back at Dean. "You don't have to stay up on account of my modesty. I don't mind sharing." Inside, he was screaming, wondering what to say or do to get this man to stay close to him. Sex might do it. He could seduce - that, after all, was what he did best. Very well then, seduction it must be. He'd fuck someone a whole lot less beautiful than Dean, if it meant that he didn't have to be alone in that bed tonight. Frowning, he turned back to look at his companion.
His eyes traveled the length of Dean, starting with his eyes and flicking down over his torso and back to meet his gaze. Pursing his lips, Alex smiled, wondering if his panic was showing through. "To tell you the truth, I'm kinda scared of the dark right now. I'm a big pussy, yeah?"
Dean took a bite of his food, noting the way his companion's eyes traveled over him. He shifted a little but didn't draw his leg away while he considered the idea of sharing. The only times he’d ever shared his bed had been when he and Sam were much younger, and he'd been protecting his precious brother, because there was reason to do so - reasons this man didn't know about. He wondered if he could bring himself to do it now with this panicked, pretty stranger.
"No, not a pussy," Dean bit back any smart-ass remark he might have blurted out. "There are... reasons to be scared of the dark. I know. When I was a kid growing up... I saw things." He left it at that. Not ‘til he could trust the guy would he tell much more. "I told you I would watch over you, and I will. Hey, want another beer? Will relax you?" He got up and went back to the fridge to pull two more bottles out.
"Yeah, thanks." Alex smiled up at Dean as he took the bottle from him, allowing his fingers to close over Dean's and linger. "I think I really need to relax." He licked his lips as he popped the top on the beer. "Cheers, Dean," he murmured. "Here's to you, and your fortunate presence in that god-forsaken hole."
He drank deeply, tilting his head back and swallowing, then set the bottle down on the table and leaned forward to reach again for Dean's hand. "You could help me relax a little better, if you wanted to," he murmured, voice full of soft promises. "I'd make it worth your while."
As Alex's fingers came into contact with Dean's, lingering, Dean felt a burn go through him. He didn't let it show as he drew his hand back to pop the top on his own bottle. He walked around to sit back in his chair, lounging with legs apart, slouching in his seat. "Cheers." He raised his beer, watching as the other man drank.
It was almost like staring at a wreck, Dean couldn't take his eyes away as Alex tipped his head back and swallowed, muscles moving. Dean had to look away or his train of thought was going to head south rather quickly. It wasn't that he hadn’t had one night stands before, although most of the time they were with women. He hadn't been with a man since...
Dean took a drink, his eyes going to the man as he leaned forward, reaching for contact again. Fingers brushed. And that voice. Dean looked down at their hands then back to Alex, "Risking a little here aren't you? How do you know I won't kick your ass for making such an offer?" He took his hand away from Alex’s and quickly turned his own to capture his companion’s wrist.
Dean set his beer down and leaned forward. "Listen," his voice was softer, "You don't have to do this." He stared into another set of green eyes. "But if it will 'relax' you, come here." Dean got up, pulling Alex to the bed. He took off his shoes then climbed on the bed, pulling Alex with him and to him, just to hold.
"You won't kick my ass," said Alex, certainty ringing in his voice. He grinned suddenly, his fear for the moment vanquished. "I'm not entirely defenseless, you know, and besides, a little pain is always good."
He gave a soft sigh as Dean pressed in against him, their heights a perfect match. Dean was warm, and Alex slipped his arms around him, tilted his chin inviting a kiss and lay looking at the man who had rescued him.
"Freckles," he whispered, voice a husky murmur. "I like freckles, and I know I don't have to do anything. I just want to. Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?"
Dean had given a little laugh at Alex's first words, and at least he'd managed to make the man smile, but it was still in the back of Dean's mind, the vexed question of why he had been brought to that location? What was so special about it? It would have to be looked into. Research was needed, and fast, and that meant contacting people, since his father was off doing his 'thing.'
"Well, yeah, I do." Dean smirked a little, drawn back from his musings as he felt the sigh and the press of the other man's body. He hadn't held anyone like this to comfort and make feel secure since Sam. Just like Sam as well, there was that tilt of the chin, lips slightly parted, wet by his own tongue.
Dean held Alex closer, burying his face into the man's neck, just nuzzling, letting his breath heat the area, and his lips rub against the beginnings of stubble despite his recent shave. "I'll admit you do smell good, now that you’ve showered."
"I taste even better," laughed Alex, sliding a hand down to fondle Dean's ass. "Why don't you sample?" He was beginning to feel safe, now that Dean was pressing against him, on familiar ground as he felt Dean growing hard against his thigh.
Fingers fumbled with Dean's T-shirt, reached under to skim the muscular back and trim waist, and Alex leaned in to nibble on Dean's shoulder, tongue painting small circles on the smooth skin.
"You feel good," he said, his voice a purr. "You make me feel safe as well as horny, and I can't think of a better way to feel right now."
Dean couldn't help getting hard. The man's body was warm, his hands wandering. It felt so good to be touched and needed. Perhaps that was why he always seemed to go for one night stands - He’d always done it with the exception of Cassie, and that had been a relationship which had gone to shit in very short order. With his fleeting relationships, he got the attention for a little while, and felt as if he was needed and wanted, even while knowing that it wouldn't - couldn’t last. God knew he'd never felt that his father really needed him, and then there was Sam, who didn't need him either, and who had left him, gone away to college to try and live his famous ‘normal’ life.
Licking over Alex's neck, Dean stopped at his ear to nibble and paint with his tongue. His own hands wandered, scoping out the man's muscles. He sighed heatedly against Alex's ear, a leg curling over his companion’s. Alex let out a little sound as he was touched, and when he talked about feeling safe, it sounded almost like something that Sam might have said. It made Dean press in closer. "How about drained and satisfied?"
Dean moved his body over Alex's, lowering his head to kiss him. Those lips had him groaning. It took every ounce of Dean’s will to pull away and move down that body. His hands pushed up on the too-tight tee shirt. "Take this off!" He leaned down, biting at skin over the broad span of Alex’s chest.
This was better - they were on a much more level playing field right now, and Alex chuckled, the laugh rumbling deep in his chest as he pulled the shirt over his head and off. “Your wish is my command.” He reached down to tug at the hem of Dean’s shirt too. “But you need to reciprocate, man; it’s only fair.”
Kisses followed, increasingly deep and wet. Alex let Dean lead them, his perceptions telling him that Dean got off on being the protector, and enjoying the chance to be seduced, cosseted and protected by this very attractive man. “And as for drained and satisfied, I’m aiming for that, but I hope it doesn’t come too soon, because I can foresee a lot of fun in the mileage between horny and drained.” He snickered again, reached down with his hand to slide fingers into Dean’s jeans and squeeze the tempting flesh of his ass. “It’s worth taking my time, because… well, because your mouth is probably the most incredible one I’ve ever seen, and I want to get my money’s worth.”
Pulling back slightly, Dean made enough room to allow the shirt to slip over his head, so that their chests were skin to skin. Alex was hot, heated by their contact, and so was Dean. He’d never thought he would be this way with another man beside Sam and yet here he was. Perhaps it was because Alex was pushing all the right buttons, that husky, honeyed voice whispering all the right words to pull at Dean's strings.
Dean used tongue and teeth, returning the kisses in just as heated a way as Alex. He gave a chuckle, "Well thanks, good to know I'm worth something to someone," it was a slip, and to cover it up Dean moved back, so he could move down the man's body. He kissed and sucked, pulling at flesh, groaning softly as his hand went down to cup Alex, gripping him firmly to feel his hard cock then rub. "You got a nice sized one." He looked up, "Let's set it free shall we?"
The slip hadn't gone amiss. So this guy has self-esteem problems, thought Alex. He frowned, totally unable to understand why. The man was gorgeous - incredible, with perfect teeth set in the hottest mouth he'd ever seen, and thick-lashed, moss-green eyes that were by turns laughing, concerned or flashing irritation beneath expressive brows. Alex could see himself getting addicted to him, if he wasn't careful.
And of course, Alex was always careful, but that didn't mean he couldn't savor the here and now. Dean's fingers were stroking his cock, and his mouth was nibbling, licking and tugging at his skin in a practiced, distracting way. He gave a gentle moan and set about appearing to be in need of protection, so that Dean would protect him all the way to an orgasm that he could tell even now was going to be stunning.
"You feel so good," he whispered, lips barely grazing Dean's ear. "I feel safe with you; you're so strong, so perfect." His mouth slid down over Dean's shoulder, nibbled the hollow at his collar bone, and licked up the column of his throat. His hand was wandering down, skimming the flesh of Dean's flat belly to find and start unfastening the button and zipper that held his jeans closed. "Want to feel you - want to get you hard for me."
Dean closed his eyes, the words cutting and digging in deep. It felt good - no, it felt great to be needed again. Wanted. Dean leaned into Alex's mouth, feeling his breath so heated upon his flesh. Alex's tongue gliding over his skin made him moan a little, his head lifting and tilting back.
He gave a little laugh, "Well, you won't have to work to hard for that." He rolled to the side, helping to get his jeans open, succeeding in fumbling them open, even though Alex's hand kept getting in the way. "Eager little bastard aren't you?" he chuckled softly, then gave up and jerked his jeans off, tossing them aside. "Your turn." He leaned in, biting Alex's neck, a hand caressing over his chest.
I must really need this, he thought. His cock was hard and wanting to be touched. He watched as Alex worked his own pants off. "Damn," he whispered at the sight of him, when at last he was naked.
"Damn is right," growled Alex, zeroing in on Dean's soft skin, skimming his hips, sliding his hands along taut thighs and stroking over the evidence of arousal that jutted from Dean's groin. "You are the most beautiful, sexy guy I've ever seen in my life."
He caught at Dean's hair, pulling him up, so that he could kiss him, the caress slow and sensual. "I want to make this last. Who knows when I'll ever feel as safe and protected again?" His mouth slid over Dean's lips; his tongue flickered along the soft tissues inside of Dean's mouth, and he nipped and nibbled as he lent himself to his companion, growing more and more familiar with the way that Dean responded.
"You're just saying that," Dean commented, as his hair was pulled. He let out a little growl as he kissed the man who was pulling him to his lips. Dean's mouth worked against Alex's, slow and sensual, little kisses alternating with deeper ones. "We have time," Dean whispered, stroking his hands over Alex's body as he explored it.
"Let me taste you," he whispered, mouth dragging down from ear to neck and down. "Want to see, if you're as juicy as I think you are." Slipping down the bed, he lapped at Dean's stomach, nipped at the indentation at his navel and slowly took possession of his cock.
Dean wanted to explore more, but his head was tipping back as that wonderful mouth worked its way down. "I could add a little salt to that," He laughed softly, referring to his earlier spilling of salt on the floor, although that was probably only funny to him. He hissed in a breath as his belly button was nipped, and shivered as Alex moved inexorably lower. Dean squirmed upon the bed, pushing up higher - not to get away, but to give Alex more room.
Opening his legs wider, Dean looked down, one hand upon the man's head, "Juicy, now that is a new one. I feel like a juice box now," he smirked then groaned as warmth surrounded him. "Fuck but you have a talented mouth."
"And you taste good enough to be the best dessert I ever had," murmured Alex, slicking up Dean's cock and then pulling back to lavish attention on the head of it. "You're right; we have plenty of time. I think I'd like to drag things out a little and see just how much you can take, before you start begging me to fuck you."
He smiled again, then began once more to suck and lick at the head of Dean's cock, a little worried that he might be coming on slightly too strong for a man who had been apparently freaking out. "You make me feel incredibly good," he husked. "You make me feel really safe, and I want to give you everything you ever wanted."
He bent his neck, his mouth working on Dean, then slowly pulled away. "There was this man once," he said. "I loved him - he had a beautiful mouth. Yours is prettier. Dean, I think I could love you, if I don't stop myself."
"You're just saying that because I saved your ass. I hear it's some kind of thing that happens, because you were rescued. You'll see his... mmm... mouth again and forget all about me. Besides, I tried love once..."
"Mmm, I don't beg... much," Dean groaned as he scratched blunt nails over Alex's scalp. Fuck but Alex was doing a really good job at working him up. He shifted a little then froze as Alex sucked first upon his crown and then the rest of him. He swallowed hard, feeling like his eyes were going to roll back in his head, while his fingers gripped the pillows. Dean hadn’t had a blow job like this in a long while. The women he had been with lately didn't usually bother, and though they were always fun, they weren't usually as skilled as this man he’d rescued. His head thumped back against the headboard. "Val... fuck me..."
"It would be my pleasure," whispered Alex pulling off and moving up again so he could purr his words into Dean's ear. "You're special, man, despite what you say." His wet tongue slid into the ear he was attacking as his hand slid down to take over where his mouth had left off. "Do you have anything, or shall we go bareback? I'm clean."
He was trembling at the thought of Dean lying like a banquet for him to feast on. "You'll have a great time, Dean. I'll make it worth your while, I promise. I love your mouth, and you're beautiful. I want you so badly."
Dean had closed his eyes as Alex washed his ear with his tongue. He felt like he couldn't breathe. The air was thick around him, and he was trying everything he could to take in enough air. He barely understood what Alex asked, and he could only look at his jeans on the floor, unable to form a coherent thought. "Bareback. Just fucking bareback. But I swear, I get anything, I am hunting your ass down and kicking it all the way to the hospital." His words were severe, but the kiss Dean gifted him with belied them.
Pulling away from that sucking kiss, he moaned, shifting as he wiggled under Alex. He pulled his legs up and back, opening up to the man then pulling him down to kiss again. "Want me, have me, while I still let you," he smirked and kissed him again more deeply. Dean just wanted to feel him, be numb for a while and feel needed. Alex was doing a wonderful job at helping him with that.
Alex hadn't expected Dean to say yes, but the response he got from Dean sent the blood singing in his ears. Dean was completely delicious, beautiful and desperate, spread out for him, and Alex lost no time in taking advantage of the fact.
Somewhere deep in the back of his mind, Alex registered the fact that Dean was still showing evidence of an inferiority complex, but he filed it away for later consideration. Now was all about the wet, messy kisses, the slide of skin over skin, and the slow sinking of his cock into the welcoming heat of Dean's body.
Burying himself in Dean's flesh, Alex wrapped a hand around the younger man's cock and began to jack it in time with the flexing of his hips. He couldn't stop looking at Dean, those brilliant, green eyes darkened as Alex fucked him, the full, kiss-plumped lips drawn back as Dean gasped for breath. The man was utterly delightful, and Alex decided then and there that this ought to be more than just a one night stand.
Dean's body was ready and eager. Yes, it hurt at first, but Dean bit back the pain. He only let out a grunt, a gasp at the initial burn and another as it began to ease while Alex slowly entered him, filling and stretching till no more could be taken. His head pushed back into the bedding under him, one hand gripping at the sheets, twisting and pulling, while the other gripped the upper part of Alex's arm.
Alex's hand was doing wonders, the slide taking away all thoughts from him. The blood rushed through him, pounding in his ears, drowning out the rest of the world. Dean allowed himself to get lost in the moment, kissing the man over him as he was being fucked. Leaving go of the sheets, Dean slapped his hand up against the headboard and used it for balance and to keep from sliding on the bed, because each thrust of Alex's hips against his ass was driving him higher and higher ‘til he was in danger of banging his head.
"Not long... just a little... oh shit!" Alex had moved his hips just right, hitting that sweet spot men had. Dean felt his insides turn to mush, and he closed his eyes with a deep groan, "There... oh fuck... right there..." His grip upon Alex's arm nearly was bruising. Dean suddenly felt his body still, his release slam into him, and he was suddenly making a mess of his own body and Alex's hand.
And oh, God! Dean was convulsing around Alex, sucking the juices out of him, wet, and messy, and slippery, and tight and wonderful. Alex plunged into Dean, locked his hips tight, sucked on the other man's tongue as though he were starving, and felt his body melt, pour itself into Dean, shivery bliss rocking him with every little jerk and twitch of his cock.
He collapsed onto the other man's chest and lay panting, unable to do anything but try and regain control of his breathing.
"Oh, God," he gasped, when he could finally talk again. "Do you know what you just did to me? I think you killed me. That was quite the most incredible experience I ever had. It was worth getting stranded in that place, just so I could meet you."
Dean was spent, his body trembling, legs quaking against the man's body. His body was heated from release, sweat beading upon him, smearing into the sticky jism that had come with his release. He dropped his hands to his sides, allowed his limp legs to remain where they were, wrapped around Alex's waist and did his best to get his breath back to normal.
"I bet you say that to all those you meet like this," Dean mumbled.
"You'd better believe it!" Alex gave a shout of laughter at his words and kissed him again, hard and intense. "Every last one of them, and may I say that of them all, you are the best." He grinned, his white teeth gleaming in the lamplight. "Seriously, I could fall for you, man. You've got it all - Chinese food, classic car, great music and a hot ass. What more could I ever want?"
"A cookie?" Dean added, "And you forgot the beer." His lips still burned from their kisses, and his head was still spinning as well, but he wanted to lower his legs, so he pushed gently at Alex, "Get off me, you horn dog," He smiled a bit as he slowly rolled them to their sides and pulled Alex from him.
Free, Dean rolled off the bed and went into the bathroom, running the water to clean up. "I have a few more questions for you," he shouted, then came back out with a hot washcloth and tossed it upon Alex, "You mentioned someone... a Mulder. Who is he? Did he know about what was riding you?"
Dean sat down upon the bed, grabbing at his clothing to pull on at least his underwear and try to erect some kind of barrier between himself and what had just occurred.
"Come on back to me, and I'll tell you all about Mulder," murmured Alex, running his finger down Dean's spine and then rolling to kiss the dimples at the base of it. "You're running away from me, and I miss you already."
He reached to pull Dean back against him, laughing softly. "Let me see; what can I tell you about Mulder? He hates me, for a start, and he's got a mouth that's almost as perfect as yours. Mulder's a fed, my young friend. He's a fed who would dearly love to... actually, I suspect he'd like to kill me, but that's because he used to be my lover, and he feels slighted."
Dean glanced over his shoulder to Alex, stood to pull his underwear back up, then moved, saying nothing about the comment that he was running away. Dean always did that, one way or another. Since Cassie, he had tried very hard not to let himself be vulnerable, and had relied heavily on his father's rules of engagement, the first one being, 'don't ever get attached.'
Climbing back onto the bed, Dean settled with his back to the headboard and one leg bent as he pulled Alex against him, hand rubbing over his back. He gritted his teeth and rolled his eyes. He hated authorities of any kind. "Fed, great." The words were grumbled out. "What does he do?" he asked, wondering if he really wanted to know. "Will he be coming back out here looking for you?"
"Would I care?" Alex smiled again, a predatory smile that spoke of his confidence. "He won't find me, and I don't think he'll even know that I was there - I mean, why would he? I don't even know why, and I was the one in the hole." He slid a hand along Dean's chest, pausing to circle a coppery nipple with his finger before dragging his hand over the shoulder and up to find and trace Dean's mouth.
"He and I were over and done with long ago, and now the only reason he chases me around is because he can't let go. He's in charge of a stupid little department in the FBI that investigates paranormal activities. How bizarre is that?"
Dean started thinking again. Why would something possess this man and bring him out to Fargo, at the ass end of the universe? And there had to be a reason his father had sent him here. He must have known or guessed something about a possession. John was a fucking genius when it came to those kinds of things. Of course he always left it for Dean to figure it out. But still... why? And was this thing a demon and... was it tied to the Winchester family in any way?
Dean wondered if he had sounded jealous, asking about Mulder, even though he was really just trying to piece things together. He reached up and moved his talisman back onto his chest. "Paranormal activities? Didn't know the FBI was into that or even cared." He smiled inwardly, thinking about the stories he could tell, the evidence he had, and all his own notes in his journal. Dean pulled Alex tighter to him, "What do you think of what he does?"
"The FBI doesn't care. Mulder's the one that cares. He thinks that the world is going to be taken over by little green men from outer space, and he's looking for proof." Alex veiled his eyes, hoping that Dean would take his scornful tone as evidence that he didn't believe in the existence of aliens. "He's been given the X-Files - that's what the department is called - to keep him out of the way. People laugh at him, you know."
He paused. "What do I think? I have an open mind. Something brought me here, didn't it? And I don't know what it was. I think I'd be fucking stupid to ignore any possibilities at this point, although I swear to god that if there were aliens around, I didn't see any."
Leaning into Dean a little, Alex continued to caress the soft skin over the other man's flat stomach. "And I didn't get the anal probe..." He waggled his eyebrows. "...yet!"
Dean veiled his eyes, then gave a chuckle, "You are about as bad as me." He turned his mouth to Alex's and kissed him. "Get some sleep, but I need to go back out there in the morning. Hopefully I won't run into anyone while I'm out there."
Dean wasn't sure about little green men coming to take over the earth, but he knew about other things. He'd been aware of them pretty much since he was four. He also found it kind of laughable that an FBI agent - or the FBI for that matter - hadn't found anything. Nobody had ever found any evidence of what he and his family had been fighting all these years.
"What do I think?" Dean gave a chuckle, "Well I don't believe in little green men but..." He sighed, "There are things out there. Paranormal things. And I'm thinking... you were possessed for some reason. By what... I don't know."
"Possessed? That's such an old fashioned word." Alex frowned. "I guess you're right though. What would it be? The ghost of some soldier trying to get home from a foreign land? If I were the soldier, I think I'd rather stay in Hong Kong." He looked at Dean, his face expressing the bafflement he was feeling. "And just where the hell is this, anyway? I don't even know where I am, and that sucks."
"We're out in the middle of nowhere. North Dakota, Fargo." Dean lowered his head to Alex's neck and started kissing it softly. "Don't worry though, I'll protect you. I'll take care of you." Dean paused, "Till you are ready to go home."
Alex hugged Dean close, and there was tension in his arms as he fell silent. It was a moment before he spoke again. "I... I guess I'll go with you, if you've got a gun I can borrow. Two of us are probably more use than one. I can watch your back."
"You don't have to go." Dean answered and then stroked Alex's arm to try and get him to relax again. "I have been doing this a while, I can take care of it." he considered the situation for a moment, "Although, if you insist, I got guns. I got what we need when we go back."
"I can't let you go in there on your own," said Alex, letting a little panic bleed into his voice. "Suppose you end up trapped, like I was?" He pulled Dean against him, arms suddenly tight around his body. "I can't just sit here and wait - I'd feel like a girl or something."
The hand that had been caressing Dean's stomach slid up to cup his cheek, and Alex stared into Dean's eyes, willing him to listen. "Whatever got me is still in there. You don't want it to take you, do you?" He lowered his lashes again. It had suddenly occurred to Alex that he might have to kill this beautiful boy, if he discovered too much, and that thought was not something he welcomed. He would have liked to hang out with Dean for a while, he was not only gorgeous, but he had a good brain, and he was a wonderful fuck. Alex didn't want to waste any of that. "I don't want it to take you, anyway," he murmured and bent to suck a hickey into Dean's neck.
Dean gazed back into Alex's eyes, doing what he thought Alex was willing him to do. "No, I don't want it to take me, but I have to stop it from taking others." He gave Alex a sudden grin. "Hey, don't worry, it's not gonna take me away. I've done this kind of thing before," and then moaned softly as Alex left his mark on his neck.
"Okay, okay, you can come with me," Dean tried to assure Alex, but he knew he would have to tell Alex more when the time came. He didn't particularly want to tell him about what he did and how he did it. That was something his father had told him never to do if he could possibly avoid it. However Dean was starting to feel like he had little choice. This man was scared. But whatever it was that had taken him, Dean had to stop it.
"Why don't you get some sleep, okay? We'll talk more in the morning," He pulled back from Alex for a minute, to look at him and then kissed him deeply. "Now sleep," he whispered.
Despite Alex's worries, it was really easy to fall asleep in Dean's arms. His belly was full, his body still tingled from the very welcome exercise, and he was tired, so tired.
Part 3: The Greatest Treasure
Authors: art_of_mayhem and candygramme
The following beautiful collage was made by fluffy_o
Rated: NC17 for hot monkey sex
Pairing: Dean Winchester/Alex Krycek
Spoilers: none
Warning: Slash
Word count: 5,776
Disclaimer: Dean and his family belong to Eric Kripke and Supernatural, and Alex belongs to Chris Carter and the X-Files. We own nothing, but we are doing this for love and not money.
Author’s notes: Dean spent four years traveling with John, his father, and later on his own missions, while Sam, his brother, was at Stanford. We’ve bent time a little, and we are aware of that, but this is fiction. We’ve decided that Dean met up with Alex Krycek after the events of Piper Maru and Apocrypha so for everyone that ever wondered how Alex got out of the missile silo, we have the scoop.
The quoted song is “October Song,” by the Incredible String Band.
The beautiful icon is by myhappyface, for which much thanks.
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Part 2
I used to search for happiness, I used to follow pleasure
But there’s a place behind my mind, and that’s the greatest treasure
For rulers like to lay down laws and rebels like to break them
While poor priests like to walk in chains and God likes to forsake them
Dean stared at the man for a quiet moment. There seemed to be nothing special about him, but then most demons were not picky on the people they possessed. But the reason why it had ridden Val from Hong Kong to here was baffling him. He wished his Dad were here right now. His father was good with patterns, with piecing things together.
"After you're done eating, why don't you lie down, get some rest? I'll... keep watch over you." He reached out, bumping the man with his leg, rubbing a bit, "Don't worry, I won't make you go near that place."
The reassurance was welcome, and Alex felt a great weight go from his mind. He began to eat again, stretching nonchalantly to press his leg closer to Dean's, finding the contact comforting as much as it was arousing.
"You won't go away, will you?" he asked, allowing a little panic to show in his eyes again. "I... I don't know how ready I am to be on my own."
Dean's own green eyes took in the man before him as he ate. In a way, the man reminded him of his little brother, Sam. The dark hair, a little long, hanging down in his eyes. Though the eyes were green, and Sam's were hazel, there was that little touch of fear, of vulnerability he’d seen so often in his brother. Dean feared that, if this man gave a pout, lowered his lashes then lifted them back up to look at him, he would feel that same tightening in his chest that he always did with Sam, and then he’d give in to whatever was asked. Dean felt the urge to push away as he always did to protect himself. To say something smart.
He had to divert his eyes, look out the window. "I really should go back out there but..." Shit, there was that look, and Dean could tell that physical contact was needed. "It can wait. Just relax, you're safe here. I'll... keep an eye on you." He stopped talking abruptly, aware that he had almost spilled the same words he was so used to telling Sam, that he would protect him.
"Look, you sleep on the bed; I'll keep watch, sound good?"
"The bed, right..." Alex looked at the bed, then back at Dean. "You don't have to stay up on account of my modesty. I don't mind sharing." Inside, he was screaming, wondering what to say or do to get this man to stay close to him. Sex might do it. He could seduce - that, after all, was what he did best. Very well then, seduction it must be. He'd fuck someone a whole lot less beautiful than Dean, if it meant that he didn't have to be alone in that bed tonight. Frowning, he turned back to look at his companion.
His eyes traveled the length of Dean, starting with his eyes and flicking down over his torso and back to meet his gaze. Pursing his lips, Alex smiled, wondering if his panic was showing through. "To tell you the truth, I'm kinda scared of the dark right now. I'm a big pussy, yeah?"
Dean took a bite of his food, noting the way his companion's eyes traveled over him. He shifted a little but didn't draw his leg away while he considered the idea of sharing. The only times he’d ever shared his bed had been when he and Sam were much younger, and he'd been protecting his precious brother, because there was reason to do so - reasons this man didn't know about. He wondered if he could bring himself to do it now with this panicked, pretty stranger.
"No, not a pussy," Dean bit back any smart-ass remark he might have blurted out. "There are... reasons to be scared of the dark. I know. When I was a kid growing up... I saw things." He left it at that. Not ‘til he could trust the guy would he tell much more. "I told you I would watch over you, and I will. Hey, want another beer? Will relax you?" He got up and went back to the fridge to pull two more bottles out.
"Yeah, thanks." Alex smiled up at Dean as he took the bottle from him, allowing his fingers to close over Dean's and linger. "I think I really need to relax." He licked his lips as he popped the top on the beer. "Cheers, Dean," he murmured. "Here's to you, and your fortunate presence in that god-forsaken hole."
He drank deeply, tilting his head back and swallowing, then set the bottle down on the table and leaned forward to reach again for Dean's hand. "You could help me relax a little better, if you wanted to," he murmured, voice full of soft promises. "I'd make it worth your while."
As Alex's fingers came into contact with Dean's, lingering, Dean felt a burn go through him. He didn't let it show as he drew his hand back to pop the top on his own bottle. He walked around to sit back in his chair, lounging with legs apart, slouching in his seat. "Cheers." He raised his beer, watching as the other man drank.
It was almost like staring at a wreck, Dean couldn't take his eyes away as Alex tipped his head back and swallowed, muscles moving. Dean had to look away or his train of thought was going to head south rather quickly. It wasn't that he hadn’t had one night stands before, although most of the time they were with women. He hadn't been with a man since...
Dean took a drink, his eyes going to the man as he leaned forward, reaching for contact again. Fingers brushed. And that voice. Dean looked down at their hands then back to Alex, "Risking a little here aren't you? How do you know I won't kick your ass for making such an offer?" He took his hand away from Alex’s and quickly turned his own to capture his companion’s wrist.
Dean set his beer down and leaned forward. "Listen," his voice was softer, "You don't have to do this." He stared into another set of green eyes. "But if it will 'relax' you, come here." Dean got up, pulling Alex to the bed. He took off his shoes then climbed on the bed, pulling Alex with him and to him, just to hold.
"You won't kick my ass," said Alex, certainty ringing in his voice. He grinned suddenly, his fear for the moment vanquished. "I'm not entirely defenseless, you know, and besides, a little pain is always good."
He gave a soft sigh as Dean pressed in against him, their heights a perfect match. Dean was warm, and Alex slipped his arms around him, tilted his chin inviting a kiss and lay looking at the man who had rescued him.
"Freckles," he whispered, voice a husky murmur. "I like freckles, and I know I don't have to do anything. I just want to. Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?"
Dean had given a little laugh at Alex's first words, and at least he'd managed to make the man smile, but it was still in the back of Dean's mind, the vexed question of why he had been brought to that location? What was so special about it? It would have to be looked into. Research was needed, and fast, and that meant contacting people, since his father was off doing his 'thing.'
"Well, yeah, I do." Dean smirked a little, drawn back from his musings as he felt the sigh and the press of the other man's body. He hadn't held anyone like this to comfort and make feel secure since Sam. Just like Sam as well, there was that tilt of the chin, lips slightly parted, wet by his own tongue.
Dean held Alex closer, burying his face into the man's neck, just nuzzling, letting his breath heat the area, and his lips rub against the beginnings of stubble despite his recent shave. "I'll admit you do smell good, now that you’ve showered."
"I taste even better," laughed Alex, sliding a hand down to fondle Dean's ass. "Why don't you sample?" He was beginning to feel safe, now that Dean was pressing against him, on familiar ground as he felt Dean growing hard against his thigh.
Fingers fumbled with Dean's T-shirt, reached under to skim the muscular back and trim waist, and Alex leaned in to nibble on Dean's shoulder, tongue painting small circles on the smooth skin.
"You feel good," he said, his voice a purr. "You make me feel safe as well as horny, and I can't think of a better way to feel right now."
Dean couldn't help getting hard. The man's body was warm, his hands wandering. It felt so good to be touched and needed. Perhaps that was why he always seemed to go for one night stands - He’d always done it with the exception of Cassie, and that had been a relationship which had gone to shit in very short order. With his fleeting relationships, he got the attention for a little while, and felt as if he was needed and wanted, even while knowing that it wouldn't - couldn’t last. God knew he'd never felt that his father really needed him, and then there was Sam, who didn't need him either, and who had left him, gone away to college to try and live his famous ‘normal’ life.
Licking over Alex's neck, Dean stopped at his ear to nibble and paint with his tongue. His own hands wandered, scoping out the man's muscles. He sighed heatedly against Alex's ear, a leg curling over his companion’s. Alex let out a little sound as he was touched, and when he talked about feeling safe, it sounded almost like something that Sam might have said. It made Dean press in closer. "How about drained and satisfied?"
Dean moved his body over Alex's, lowering his head to kiss him. Those lips had him groaning. It took every ounce of Dean’s will to pull away and move down that body. His hands pushed up on the too-tight tee shirt. "Take this off!" He leaned down, biting at skin over the broad span of Alex’s chest.
This was better - they were on a much more level playing field right now, and Alex chuckled, the laugh rumbling deep in his chest as he pulled the shirt over his head and off. “Your wish is my command.” He reached down to tug at the hem of Dean’s shirt too. “But you need to reciprocate, man; it’s only fair.”
Kisses followed, increasingly deep and wet. Alex let Dean lead them, his perceptions telling him that Dean got off on being the protector, and enjoying the chance to be seduced, cosseted and protected by this very attractive man. “And as for drained and satisfied, I’m aiming for that, but I hope it doesn’t come too soon, because I can foresee a lot of fun in the mileage between horny and drained.” He snickered again, reached down with his hand to slide fingers into Dean’s jeans and squeeze the tempting flesh of his ass. “It’s worth taking my time, because… well, because your mouth is probably the most incredible one I’ve ever seen, and I want to get my money’s worth.”
Pulling back slightly, Dean made enough room to allow the shirt to slip over his head, so that their chests were skin to skin. Alex was hot, heated by their contact, and so was Dean. He’d never thought he would be this way with another man beside Sam and yet here he was. Perhaps it was because Alex was pushing all the right buttons, that husky, honeyed voice whispering all the right words to pull at Dean's strings.
Dean used tongue and teeth, returning the kisses in just as heated a way as Alex. He gave a chuckle, "Well thanks, good to know I'm worth something to someone," it was a slip, and to cover it up Dean moved back, so he could move down the man's body. He kissed and sucked, pulling at flesh, groaning softly as his hand went down to cup Alex, gripping him firmly to feel his hard cock then rub. "You got a nice sized one." He looked up, "Let's set it free shall we?"
The slip hadn't gone amiss. So this guy has self-esteem problems, thought Alex. He frowned, totally unable to understand why. The man was gorgeous - incredible, with perfect teeth set in the hottest mouth he'd ever seen, and thick-lashed, moss-green eyes that were by turns laughing, concerned or flashing irritation beneath expressive brows. Alex could see himself getting addicted to him, if he wasn't careful.
And of course, Alex was always careful, but that didn't mean he couldn't savor the here and now. Dean's fingers were stroking his cock, and his mouth was nibbling, licking and tugging at his skin in a practiced, distracting way. He gave a gentle moan and set about appearing to be in need of protection, so that Dean would protect him all the way to an orgasm that he could tell even now was going to be stunning.
"You feel so good," he whispered, lips barely grazing Dean's ear. "I feel safe with you; you're so strong, so perfect." His mouth slid down over Dean's shoulder, nibbled the hollow at his collar bone, and licked up the column of his throat. His hand was wandering down, skimming the flesh of Dean's flat belly to find and start unfastening the button and zipper that held his jeans closed. "Want to feel you - want to get you hard for me."
Dean closed his eyes, the words cutting and digging in deep. It felt good - no, it felt great to be needed again. Wanted. Dean leaned into Alex's mouth, feeling his breath so heated upon his flesh. Alex's tongue gliding over his skin made him moan a little, his head lifting and tilting back.
He gave a little laugh, "Well, you won't have to work to hard for that." He rolled to the side, helping to get his jeans open, succeeding in fumbling them open, even though Alex's hand kept getting in the way. "Eager little bastard aren't you?" he chuckled softly, then gave up and jerked his jeans off, tossing them aside. "Your turn." He leaned in, biting Alex's neck, a hand caressing over his chest.
I must really need this, he thought. His cock was hard and wanting to be touched. He watched as Alex worked his own pants off. "Damn," he whispered at the sight of him, when at last he was naked.
"Damn is right," growled Alex, zeroing in on Dean's soft skin, skimming his hips, sliding his hands along taut thighs and stroking over the evidence of arousal that jutted from Dean's groin. "You are the most beautiful, sexy guy I've ever seen in my life."
He caught at Dean's hair, pulling him up, so that he could kiss him, the caress slow and sensual. "I want to make this last. Who knows when I'll ever feel as safe and protected again?" His mouth slid over Dean's lips; his tongue flickered along the soft tissues inside of Dean's mouth, and he nipped and nibbled as he lent himself to his companion, growing more and more familiar with the way that Dean responded.
"You're just saying that," Dean commented, as his hair was pulled. He let out a little growl as he kissed the man who was pulling him to his lips. Dean's mouth worked against Alex's, slow and sensual, little kisses alternating with deeper ones. "We have time," Dean whispered, stroking his hands over Alex's body as he explored it.
"Let me taste you," he whispered, mouth dragging down from ear to neck and down. "Want to see, if you're as juicy as I think you are." Slipping down the bed, he lapped at Dean's stomach, nipped at the indentation at his navel and slowly took possession of his cock.
Dean wanted to explore more, but his head was tipping back as that wonderful mouth worked its way down. "I could add a little salt to that," He laughed softly, referring to his earlier spilling of salt on the floor, although that was probably only funny to him. He hissed in a breath as his belly button was nipped, and shivered as Alex moved inexorably lower. Dean squirmed upon the bed, pushing up higher - not to get away, but to give Alex more room.
Opening his legs wider, Dean looked down, one hand upon the man's head, "Juicy, now that is a new one. I feel like a juice box now," he smirked then groaned as warmth surrounded him. "Fuck but you have a talented mouth."
"And you taste good enough to be the best dessert I ever had," murmured Alex, slicking up Dean's cock and then pulling back to lavish attention on the head of it. "You're right; we have plenty of time. I think I'd like to drag things out a little and see just how much you can take, before you start begging me to fuck you."
He smiled again, then began once more to suck and lick at the head of Dean's cock, a little worried that he might be coming on slightly too strong for a man who had been apparently freaking out. "You make me feel incredibly good," he husked. "You make me feel really safe, and I want to give you everything you ever wanted."
He bent his neck, his mouth working on Dean, then slowly pulled away. "There was this man once," he said. "I loved him - he had a beautiful mouth. Yours is prettier. Dean, I think I could love you, if I don't stop myself."
"You're just saying that because I saved your ass. I hear it's some kind of thing that happens, because you were rescued. You'll see his... mmm... mouth again and forget all about me. Besides, I tried love once..."
"Mmm, I don't beg... much," Dean groaned as he scratched blunt nails over Alex's scalp. Fuck but Alex was doing a really good job at working him up. He shifted a little then froze as Alex sucked first upon his crown and then the rest of him. He swallowed hard, feeling like his eyes were going to roll back in his head, while his fingers gripped the pillows. Dean hadn’t had a blow job like this in a long while. The women he had been with lately didn't usually bother, and though they were always fun, they weren't usually as skilled as this man he’d rescued. His head thumped back against the headboard. "Val... fuck me..."
"It would be my pleasure," whispered Alex pulling off and moving up again so he could purr his words into Dean's ear. "You're special, man, despite what you say." His wet tongue slid into the ear he was attacking as his hand slid down to take over where his mouth had left off. "Do you have anything, or shall we go bareback? I'm clean."
He was trembling at the thought of Dean lying like a banquet for him to feast on. "You'll have a great time, Dean. I'll make it worth your while, I promise. I love your mouth, and you're beautiful. I want you so badly."
Dean had closed his eyes as Alex washed his ear with his tongue. He felt like he couldn't breathe. The air was thick around him, and he was trying everything he could to take in enough air. He barely understood what Alex asked, and he could only look at his jeans on the floor, unable to form a coherent thought. "Bareback. Just fucking bareback. But I swear, I get anything, I am hunting your ass down and kicking it all the way to the hospital." His words were severe, but the kiss Dean gifted him with belied them.
Pulling away from that sucking kiss, he moaned, shifting as he wiggled under Alex. He pulled his legs up and back, opening up to the man then pulling him down to kiss again. "Want me, have me, while I still let you," he smirked and kissed him again more deeply. Dean just wanted to feel him, be numb for a while and feel needed. Alex was doing a wonderful job at helping him with that.
Alex hadn't expected Dean to say yes, but the response he got from Dean sent the blood singing in his ears. Dean was completely delicious, beautiful and desperate, spread out for him, and Alex lost no time in taking advantage of the fact.
Somewhere deep in the back of his mind, Alex registered the fact that Dean was still showing evidence of an inferiority complex, but he filed it away for later consideration. Now was all about the wet, messy kisses, the slide of skin over skin, and the slow sinking of his cock into the welcoming heat of Dean's body.
Burying himself in Dean's flesh, Alex wrapped a hand around the younger man's cock and began to jack it in time with the flexing of his hips. He couldn't stop looking at Dean, those brilliant, green eyes darkened as Alex fucked him, the full, kiss-plumped lips drawn back as Dean gasped for breath. The man was utterly delightful, and Alex decided then and there that this ought to be more than just a one night stand.
Dean's body was ready and eager. Yes, it hurt at first, but Dean bit back the pain. He only let out a grunt, a gasp at the initial burn and another as it began to ease while Alex slowly entered him, filling and stretching till no more could be taken. His head pushed back into the bedding under him, one hand gripping at the sheets, twisting and pulling, while the other gripped the upper part of Alex's arm.
Alex's hand was doing wonders, the slide taking away all thoughts from him. The blood rushed through him, pounding in his ears, drowning out the rest of the world. Dean allowed himself to get lost in the moment, kissing the man over him as he was being fucked. Leaving go of the sheets, Dean slapped his hand up against the headboard and used it for balance and to keep from sliding on the bed, because each thrust of Alex's hips against his ass was driving him higher and higher ‘til he was in danger of banging his head.
"Not long... just a little... oh shit!" Alex had moved his hips just right, hitting that sweet spot men had. Dean felt his insides turn to mush, and he closed his eyes with a deep groan, "There... oh fuck... right there..." His grip upon Alex's arm nearly was bruising. Dean suddenly felt his body still, his release slam into him, and he was suddenly making a mess of his own body and Alex's hand.
And oh, God! Dean was convulsing around Alex, sucking the juices out of him, wet, and messy, and slippery, and tight and wonderful. Alex plunged into Dean, locked his hips tight, sucked on the other man's tongue as though he were starving, and felt his body melt, pour itself into Dean, shivery bliss rocking him with every little jerk and twitch of his cock.
He collapsed onto the other man's chest and lay panting, unable to do anything but try and regain control of his breathing.
"Oh, God," he gasped, when he could finally talk again. "Do you know what you just did to me? I think you killed me. That was quite the most incredible experience I ever had. It was worth getting stranded in that place, just so I could meet you."
Dean was spent, his body trembling, legs quaking against the man's body. His body was heated from release, sweat beading upon him, smearing into the sticky jism that had come with his release. He dropped his hands to his sides, allowed his limp legs to remain where they were, wrapped around Alex's waist and did his best to get his breath back to normal.
"I bet you say that to all those you meet like this," Dean mumbled.
"You'd better believe it!" Alex gave a shout of laughter at his words and kissed him again, hard and intense. "Every last one of them, and may I say that of them all, you are the best." He grinned, his white teeth gleaming in the lamplight. "Seriously, I could fall for you, man. You've got it all - Chinese food, classic car, great music and a hot ass. What more could I ever want?"
"A cookie?" Dean added, "And you forgot the beer." His lips still burned from their kisses, and his head was still spinning as well, but he wanted to lower his legs, so he pushed gently at Alex, "Get off me, you horn dog," He smiled a bit as he slowly rolled them to their sides and pulled Alex from him.
Free, Dean rolled off the bed and went into the bathroom, running the water to clean up. "I have a few more questions for you," he shouted, then came back out with a hot washcloth and tossed it upon Alex, "You mentioned someone... a Mulder. Who is he? Did he know about what was riding you?"
Dean sat down upon the bed, grabbing at his clothing to pull on at least his underwear and try to erect some kind of barrier between himself and what had just occurred.
"Come on back to me, and I'll tell you all about Mulder," murmured Alex, running his finger down Dean's spine and then rolling to kiss the dimples at the base of it. "You're running away from me, and I miss you already."
He reached to pull Dean back against him, laughing softly. "Let me see; what can I tell you about Mulder? He hates me, for a start, and he's got a mouth that's almost as perfect as yours. Mulder's a fed, my young friend. He's a fed who would dearly love to... actually, I suspect he'd like to kill me, but that's because he used to be my lover, and he feels slighted."
Dean glanced over his shoulder to Alex, stood to pull his underwear back up, then moved, saying nothing about the comment that he was running away. Dean always did that, one way or another. Since Cassie, he had tried very hard not to let himself be vulnerable, and had relied heavily on his father's rules of engagement, the first one being, 'don't ever get attached.'
Climbing back onto the bed, Dean settled with his back to the headboard and one leg bent as he pulled Alex against him, hand rubbing over his back. He gritted his teeth and rolled his eyes. He hated authorities of any kind. "Fed, great." The words were grumbled out. "What does he do?" he asked, wondering if he really wanted to know. "Will he be coming back out here looking for you?"
"Would I care?" Alex smiled again, a predatory smile that spoke of his confidence. "He won't find me, and I don't think he'll even know that I was there - I mean, why would he? I don't even know why, and I was the one in the hole." He slid a hand along Dean's chest, pausing to circle a coppery nipple with his finger before dragging his hand over the shoulder and up to find and trace Dean's mouth.
"He and I were over and done with long ago, and now the only reason he chases me around is because he can't let go. He's in charge of a stupid little department in the FBI that investigates paranormal activities. How bizarre is that?"
Dean started thinking again. Why would something possess this man and bring him out to Fargo, at the ass end of the universe? And there had to be a reason his father had sent him here. He must have known or guessed something about a possession. John was a fucking genius when it came to those kinds of things. Of course he always left it for Dean to figure it out. But still... why? And was this thing a demon and... was it tied to the Winchester family in any way?
Dean wondered if he had sounded jealous, asking about Mulder, even though he was really just trying to piece things together. He reached up and moved his talisman back onto his chest. "Paranormal activities? Didn't know the FBI was into that or even cared." He smiled inwardly, thinking about the stories he could tell, the evidence he had, and all his own notes in his journal. Dean pulled Alex tighter to him, "What do you think of what he does?"
"The FBI doesn't care. Mulder's the one that cares. He thinks that the world is going to be taken over by little green men from outer space, and he's looking for proof." Alex veiled his eyes, hoping that Dean would take his scornful tone as evidence that he didn't believe in the existence of aliens. "He's been given the X-Files - that's what the department is called - to keep him out of the way. People laugh at him, you know."
He paused. "What do I think? I have an open mind. Something brought me here, didn't it? And I don't know what it was. I think I'd be fucking stupid to ignore any possibilities at this point, although I swear to god that if there were aliens around, I didn't see any."
Leaning into Dean a little, Alex continued to caress the soft skin over the other man's flat stomach. "And I didn't get the anal probe..." He waggled his eyebrows. "...yet!"
Dean veiled his eyes, then gave a chuckle, "You are about as bad as me." He turned his mouth to Alex's and kissed him. "Get some sleep, but I need to go back out there in the morning. Hopefully I won't run into anyone while I'm out there."
Dean wasn't sure about little green men coming to take over the earth, but he knew about other things. He'd been aware of them pretty much since he was four. He also found it kind of laughable that an FBI agent - or the FBI for that matter - hadn't found anything. Nobody had ever found any evidence of what he and his family had been fighting all these years.
"What do I think?" Dean gave a chuckle, "Well I don't believe in little green men but..." He sighed, "There are things out there. Paranormal things. And I'm thinking... you were possessed for some reason. By what... I don't know."
"Possessed? That's such an old fashioned word." Alex frowned. "I guess you're right though. What would it be? The ghost of some soldier trying to get home from a foreign land? If I were the soldier, I think I'd rather stay in Hong Kong." He looked at Dean, his face expressing the bafflement he was feeling. "And just where the hell is this, anyway? I don't even know where I am, and that sucks."
"We're out in the middle of nowhere. North Dakota, Fargo." Dean lowered his head to Alex's neck and started kissing it softly. "Don't worry though, I'll protect you. I'll take care of you." Dean paused, "Till you are ready to go home."
Alex hugged Dean close, and there was tension in his arms as he fell silent. It was a moment before he spoke again. "I... I guess I'll go with you, if you've got a gun I can borrow. Two of us are probably more use than one. I can watch your back."
"You don't have to go." Dean answered and then stroked Alex's arm to try and get him to relax again. "I have been doing this a while, I can take care of it." he considered the situation for a moment, "Although, if you insist, I got guns. I got what we need when we go back."
"I can't let you go in there on your own," said Alex, letting a little panic bleed into his voice. "Suppose you end up trapped, like I was?" He pulled Dean against him, arms suddenly tight around his body. "I can't just sit here and wait - I'd feel like a girl or something."
The hand that had been caressing Dean's stomach slid up to cup his cheek, and Alex stared into Dean's eyes, willing him to listen. "Whatever got me is still in there. You don't want it to take you, do you?" He lowered his lashes again. It had suddenly occurred to Alex that he might have to kill this beautiful boy, if he discovered too much, and that thought was not something he welcomed. He would have liked to hang out with Dean for a while, he was not only gorgeous, but he had a good brain, and he was a wonderful fuck. Alex didn't want to waste any of that. "I don't want it to take you, anyway," he murmured and bent to suck a hickey into Dean's neck.
Dean gazed back into Alex's eyes, doing what he thought Alex was willing him to do. "No, I don't want it to take me, but I have to stop it from taking others." He gave Alex a sudden grin. "Hey, don't worry, it's not gonna take me away. I've done this kind of thing before," and then moaned softly as Alex left his mark on his neck.
"Okay, okay, you can come with me," Dean tried to assure Alex, but he knew he would have to tell Alex more when the time came. He didn't particularly want to tell him about what he did and how he did it. That was something his father had told him never to do if he could possibly avoid it. However Dean was starting to feel like he had little choice. This man was scared. But whatever it was that had taken him, Dean had to stop it.
"Why don't you get some sleep, okay? We'll talk more in the morning," He pulled back from Alex for a minute, to look at him and then kissed him deeply. "Now sleep," he whispered.
Despite Alex's worries, it was really easy to fall asleep in Dean's arms. His belly was full, his body still tingled from the very welcome exercise, and he was tired, so tired.