The Hunter and the Hunted part 6/?
Title: The Hunter and the Hunted 6/?
Part 6: “One Of Us Makes The Other One Come True”
Authors: art_of_mayhem and candygramme
Rated: NC17 for boy on boy sex
Pairing: Dean Winchester/Alex Krycek
Spoilers: none
Warning: Slash
Word count: 6,961
Disclaimer: Dean and his family belong to Eric Kripke and Supernatural, and Alex belongs to Chris Carter and the X-Files. We own nothing. 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. After Dean rescued Alex from the missile silo, Alex accompanied Dean on one of his missions.
The quoted song is “Déjà Vu,” by Something for Kate .
The beautiful icon is by myhappyface, for which much thanks.
Light globes wash up, all along the beach.
And they light me up with, and they light me up with certainty.
Well we calculate, coincidence, and circumstance and turbulence.
Gotta see what it is, and it's everything, and it's endless.
'Cause baby can't see through, all this matter and makeup and déjà vu.
Yeah we drift here alone, with nothing to do.
Until one of us makes the other one come true.
After the first few hours, the interior of the Impala became Alex Krycek’s world, the scenery flashed by outside, ever changing but without any meaning, any context. Dean, and the music and the occasional stops to fuel up were all there was, and all he wanted. Alex became used to plastic burgers and synthetic cheese, lost himself in the joy of watching Dean eat, relishing each touch of tongue to lip, each sucked finger, and each stray crumb retrieved. He found himself fantasizing about that mouth of Dean’s.
Dean kept driving till he hit the border of Michigan, heading for the shore line and following it towards Naubinway, the lake to the side of them as pointed the car towards their goal. The smell of water was heavy and cool, and they had rolled down the windows, so that they could enjoy the air.
They finally reached the edge of the town and pulled into a gas station. "I need to ask for directions" Dean announced, hopping out of the car and adding with a smirk, "Don’t look now, it’s a guy asking for directions! We need to find the docks." Reaching over, he pulled open the glove box and revealed a wooden box, starting to search through the ID's he had stashed. Once he found the one he was looking for, he grunted in satisfaction. "You wait here; I'll be back, unless you need to use the little boy's room."
"Nah, I'm good." Alex waved a languid hand at him and watched as Dean sauntered off into the store. He'd smiled some at the comment about asking for directions, and more at the thought of being with Dean for the next few days. The cocky young man was certainly special. Alex was beginning to think he'd fallen lucky when the whatever-it-was had abducted him.
Dean nodded as he headed into the store, spending a while inside talking to the clerk, laying on his usual charm for the lady behind the counter. His smile and his flirty behavior were, as usual, getting him just what he needed without too close a look at his ID. Finally, he nodded and took the paper from her on which she’d written the directions with a word or two of thanks and a cheeky smile.
Alex's interest had been piqued by the box that Dean had been rummaging through, and he pulled it across to take a peek. There were all manner of IDs in there, and every last one of them was an excellent forgery. Most were of Dean, but there was one of another man - one with sleepy eyes and a foxy, triangular face. The logo on the ID said, "Sam Winchester, Bikini Inspector."
Alex was still chuckling at that one when Dean returned.
Returning to the car, Dean peered in to see Alex chuckling, "What's so funny?" he asked, getting in. He saw his box sitting on Alex's lap and grabbed for it, placing it back in the glove box with a frown. "Not far from here, 15 minutes."
“Bikini Inspector?” Alex was still chuckling. “Do you have much success with that one?” He flipped the card over to Dean. “And I take it that this is the elusive brother. Sam, eh? A good, dependable name.” He paused for a moment, watching Dean’s reaction to his words, noting the spasm that crossed his face. His instincts were still good. The brother was the one that was causing his companion so much pain.
Well, thought Alex. We’ll see about making him forget this baby brother of his. It’s only a matter of time. Changing the subject, he frowned. “So we drive for fifteen minutes and then what? There’s the water, and we wait for a boat to sink? What’s the plan, man?”
Dean had snatched the card from Alex, shoving it into the box and slamming the lid closed before putting it away. He tried to keep his face unreadable. "It works when they don't look to closely, which most people never do."
Dean wasn't going to talk about Sam, because it hurt to do so. Sam had left him, and now his dad seemed to be pushing him away; they were working fewer and fewer jobs together. Sure he was 26, but still he didn't think it was fair to abandon him. Dean needed his family. It was all he'd ever had to be proud of, and now... Now it seemed that he no longer even had that. He cleared his throat, trying to push his hurt down to a place where he could pretend it wasn’t real.
"We walk around, talk to the locals and see what their take is on what’s been happening. Bars along the water are usually a good place to just hang out. The whole thing could be nothing but weather-related, freak accidents, but we need more information, before we can decide." We? Did he say we? How long had it been since he’d last used that word? It seemed strange, and yet on the other hand it seemed... more than comforting - it seemed perfect.
Definitely something wrong with Dean's relationship with his brother, thought Alex. He's really cut up about something. He filed that thought away ‘til later and gave Dean a wide smile. "Okay, intelligence gathering is a topic I'm familiar with. I can do that, so let's hit the bar!"
He raised his eyebrows at Dean as the other man pulled into a parking stall to the rear of a bar that advertised fourteen different beers on tap. "We should maybe make sure that they serve food, too. Man cannot live by grease alone."
Dean placed the Impala in park, moving as if to open the door before pausing. "Okay, let’s see if we can find a bar with a diner in it." Dean got out, throwing on his leather jacket. He started walking along the wooden dock, Alex beside him as he looked out at the piers. The afternoon was pretty; there were boats on the water, birds calling high in the sky, and the scent of spring wafted faintly in the chilly afternoon air.
Spotting a bunch of guys walking into a diner, Dean motioned with his head to Alex that they should head after them. Together they walked over, pushing open the door to follow the men inside. It was a plain looking establishment with a bar along one side and tables and pool tables in the back.
The pool tables looked tempting. Dean thought of hustling a little pool to try and boost their cash reserves, but then thought that, under the circumstances, maybe just a friendly game or two would do... Later. They settled down at a table close to the bar, so they could overhear any conversations there, and a waitress came over, "You two are new around here," she commented, "What can I get you?"
"Beer?" Dean asked as he took the menu from the lady, looking it over before ordering the fish.
"I’ll take a beer as well," murmured Alex, favoring her with a sweet smile and gesturing at the waterfront. "This is a really beautiful place. You get many tourists passing through?"
"Some," she admitted, smiling back. "Mostly in the summer. Lots of boaters - least ways, we did." She looked a little less happy as she stared out at the harbor. "What can I get you to eat? Anything?"
"I'll get the roast beef sandwich, please," he said. "Salad and fries." He gave her a wink. "Got to keep my strength up; I'm a growing boy."
"You sure are," she said, inspecting him with a grin.
As she sauntered off to fill their order, Alex raised an eyebrow at Dean. "So what do you make of that? She knows something, for sure."
Dean was impressed with the way Alex flirted, deciding that the man was almost as good as he was. He sat listening, looking out at the harbor before turning his gaze back to the waitress, who was on her way back to the kitchen to fill their orders. Focusing his attention back on Alex, he raised his eyebrows. "Thought you were tired of the greasy stuff? I’m gonna eat your fries, to save you from the dreaded cholesterol." He flashed Alex a grin and nodded. "You’re right though. There’s definitely something going on here."
As the woman came back with the beers, he looked up at her. "Hey, got a question." Dean tried to start out slowly, "What did you mean by, ‘you did’? Tourism go bad?"
She shook her head, "In a way. Word gets around when things happen. Too many boating accidents."
"They weren't no accident," a gray-bearded old man spoke up from where he was sitting at a table close by.
Dean raised an eyebrow and turned to look at the speaker, and the waitress growled. "Earl, don't start that up again. That's all they were, accidents." The woman rolled her eyes as she turned back. "Some of these water dogs like to tell stories."
Dean shot Alex a significant look and then turned back, "We don't mind stories," he said and smiled at the woman apologetically.
"What did you say your name was? Earl?" Alex gave the waitress another sunny smile and gestured towards the bar. "Maybe Earl would like a refill of his beer, and talk to us about his theories?" He spread his hands in a deprecating way and shrugged at the waitress. "We're writers; what can I say? Anything that would give us color for a book is fair game."
"You write books?" The waitress seemed impressed. "Have I read any of your books?"
"I don't know," responded Alex, winking surreptitiously at Dean. "Do you read historical novels?"
Earl merely smiled smugly at the waitress, who had rolled her eyes, obviously thinking that the last thing Earl needed was another beer. She had shot a warning glance at the two men as if trying to warn them what they were stepping into.
Dean raised his eyebrows at Alex, whose explanation to Earl had sounded exactly like something Sam would say. "Yeah, we are doing some research on local lore. We heard of weird stuff happening around here."
"Here..." She murmured, looking at him uneasily. She returned her regard to Earl and then sighed, "Let me get your food... And beer," she added, with a pointed look at Earl.
"Have a seat, Earl," Dean patted the chair.
"You two really writers?" Earl asked, looking back and forth. "You don't look like writers?"
Dean smiled, "Thanks. So... What you know about these boats?"
"All I'm saying," said the elderly man, settling down to spin out as much of a tale as he could, "Is that it ain't natural. People have heard things. There's something that screams out there on the rocks the night before. Anyone can see that it's not a good idea to take a boat out after the screaming."
He took the beer that the waitress brought him and smiled around at her in triumph. "You can say it's just the wind making that noise, but I say that it's some sort of ghost. It never used to happen before that ketch went down a year ago."
"What happened to the ketch?" Alex was doing a good job of looking spellbound, a wide eyed expression on his face as he drank in the old man's words. "Was there some kind of foul play?"
Dean seemed easy and relaxed, taking in Earl's words. He was wondering what sort of creature could cause those screams, or was it only some boat out there with a faulty engine. He had heard that there were pirates in the Great Lakes.
"The ketch?" Dean looked at Alex and then at the old man who was now leaning forward. He quailed for a moment, wanting to hold his breath at the beery stink that was coming from the old-timer.
"Not a cloud in the sky. Clearest night there ever was. Next morning she never docked. Boats went out to try and find her but all they found was her flag and a sail. Not a crew member found, not even washed up later, although we combed the shoreline for miles."
Dean shot Alex a significant look.
"Were there many people on board?" Alex was madly trying to remember if he knew anything at all about ketches. They were boats, that’s all he was sure of.
"Crew of six, so I believe. They were setting out to go fishing, and they vanished. That's when all this stuff started to happen." Earl took a deep swig of his beer. "I'd been walking my old dog along the waterfront, and I’d heard the screaming, the night before. It was coming from out on the lake, but there wasn't any boat out there that I could see. Next night, the ketch disappeared, and since then it happens at least once a month. It's getting so that people are moving away."
"Once a month?" The words were spoken in a breathy whisper. Alex met Dean's eyes and gave him a little nod. "You think that it has anything to do with the moon?" he asked his companion, raising his brows.
Dean thought a moment, thinking he needed to do some research. There were water demons of all kinds, monsters, a lot of lore could cover that. "Sounds more like..." He stopped and stared at the man across from them. "There been any tales around here about water monsters, unusual sightings, anything weird like that?"
Dean had a feeling that the once a month occurrence sounded more like a ritual or a feeding cycle. The screams could well be the sound of the thing as it attacked its prey.
Earl smirked at Dean. "You mean like the Loch Ness monster or Ogopogo? Hey, Alison?" He turned and called to the waitress. "Think we've got a monster in the lake?"
Despite the elderly man's sudden jokey attitude, Alex could see that Dean was getting all kinds of ideas from the story that Earl was telling them. He set to work to pump the old timer of whatever information he could.
"So did you see anything at all when the screams were happening?"
"Didn't see no monster, that's for sure," said Earl, still cackling. "Didn't see nothing but a couple of birds flying out by the breakwater. Flat as a millpond, I'm tellin' ya."
"Just asking questions, making sure. You know how it is. Have to cover all our bases," Dean smiled, his smile vanishing as he took a drink to cover up his unease. "No splashing? Just the screaming. Weren't drinking that night were you?" He shifted again, "Say... what happened to your dog? He been, acting a little strangely since that night?" He knew that some animal behavior altered when they encountered the supernatural.
"That's just it," said Earl, frowning. "Damned dog up and died on me three weeks later. Best dog I ever had, too,"
"What happened?" Alex was leaning forward now, his food forgotten as he laid his fork down.
"I don't know. He seemed to just stop eating. Young dog too. In the end he just lay down and died on me." Earl was tearing up. "Got me a new one now, but he ain't such a good dog. He don't fetch or nothin'. Too old to train 'im now, I am."
Dean sat forward as well. This was a little interesting tidbit. So either the dog had caught a scent of something, or he'd seen something the old man hadn't. Stopping eating, going crazy, changing behavior, all these things were signs he’d seen before. Something odd was definitely going on.
"You notice any other strange activities in the animals around here?" Dean asked, leaning back.
Earl didn't seem to have noticed any other strange animal behaviors, but he continued to chatter, telling the two men exactly where he'd been when he'd heard the screams and lamenting the loss of his dog.
The meal was soon over, and Alex gave Dean a little nudge with his foot. "Shall we go for a walk?" he asked his companion, as Dean dropped some money onto the table to pay for the food and drinks.
Outside, the sun was beginning to go down, and the shadows were lengthening. The late afternoon sun on the water made the air sparkle, and Alex gave a sigh as he looked about himself, feeling strangely happy and contented.
"What do you think of the old-timer back there?" he asked Dean as they strolled in the direction Earl had mentioned.
"There is definitely something going on here. Strange animal behavior is a good indication of that. From the sound of it, that dog saw or heard something that scared it to death, literally. I'll lay even odds that the fishing in this area has gone down too." He glanced at Alex as he walked, inviting comment and trying to gauge Alex's reaction.
"Gonna need to do some research. The moon cycles, incidents every full moon, sound like either a feeding pattern or a ritual. There are a lot of ceremonies and creatures that go by the moon cycle. We need to find a local library." He shoved his hands in his pockets.
"When's the next full moon?" He looked to Alex then remembered that the guy probably wouldn't have a clue since he'd been locked up. "Better find out; should be soon, I'm guessing, or dad wouldn't have sent me, unless he intended for me to be here a while."
Not really knowing about which phase the moon was in, Alex spread his hands and shrugged. "A library sounds like a good idea. He checked his watch and smiled. "Do you think they'll still be open? It's a quarter to seven."
Dean glanced at his watch and frowned, "In this area, probably not. We'll try in the morning." He stopped in front of a map of the waterfront, eyes scanning it as he scratched the back of his head.
Alex paused to take a look at the map too, noting the area where Earl had said the screaming occurred. "I wonder if there are any local legends or anything like that," he mused. "And we probably should find somewhere to stay for the night, or we'll be out on the grass."
"Could be an old legend or maybe the start of a new one." Dean sighed through his nose and turned away. "Okay, we go find someplace to stay, then we take a little moonlight stroll. You're into romance, aren't you?" He bumped Alex with his elbow before turning to head back to the car. "Sleeping in a bed sounds really nice."
"I have to agree. I'd always rather sleep in a bed than out on the sidewalk." Alex laughed and touched Dean's shoulder, turning with him to return to the Impala. "And call me a romantic, if you like, but I'll take a walk in the moonlight with you, no problem. It sounds like just what I need."
The car was soon reached, and they climbed in, then set off to look for a motel. The one they found was only a couple of blocks from the waterfront and seemed to be reasonably clean. Pretty soon they had a room and were ready to go.
Alex was excited. Dean was gorgeous, and he seemed to have accepted Alex without question. Alex's mouth watered at the thought of spending the night with him, resolving to take his time and make him desperate this time. He was well aware that his showing the first time they’d got it on had been hurried and desperate on his part, due to the panic that had threatened to overwhelm him following his rescue from the silo.
"You want that walk now, or will we wait for full dark?" he asked Dean, a little smile on his face.
Dean grabbed his bag from the trunk and entered the room. Alex seemed to be bouncing on the balls of his feet, while Dean was just as calm as could be. Doing this for a living, Dean found he'd become pretty much numb to most of the peculiar things he dealt with. Just another day; just another job.
Tossing his bag down, he turned to Alex, "Dark’s the best time. I hear that's when all the freaks come out, and when hunting freaks, do as the freaks do." Dean walked into the bathroom to relieve himself.
Coming back out after washing his hands, he stood in the doorway. "We got a few hours, you got any ideas on how to entertain ourselves?" Because until they could get to the library so he could use a computer, there wasn't much he could do.
Alex didn't say a word - he merely stalked forward and hooked his hand behind Dean's head, drawing him closer, until his mouth was a mere fraction of an inch away.
"I'll give you three guesses, if you like," he murmured. "And if you need more than one, you aren't the man I think you are."
Dean didn't move as Alex stalked up to him. He only stared into those green eyes and then at those lips. "And just what kind of man do you think I am?" Dean asked before latching his lips to Alex's. The kiss was heated and hungry, and he ended it just as quickly as it had begun. He favored Alex with a predatory smile. "Don't even think I need that first guess."
“Good,” murmured Alex, his own eyes intent on Dean’s mouth, his voice silky as he traced Dean’s glistening lower lip. “We understand each other well. I always think that’s the basis of a good relationship.”
Dean threw himself backwards onto the bed, pulling Alex with him as he went down. "You know, I was thinking pool, but hey, got me a couple of balls and a stick right here. Even have a pocket to sink them in."
“You know,” chuckled Alex. “I hadn’t thought of pool. You wanna play pool?” He rolled so that Dean was on top of him and slid his hands down over his companion’s back to squeeze his buttocks, pulling Dean’s groin into him.
“You make me tingle,” he murmured against Dean’s chin. “You’ve somehow managed to make me forget that life can be a pile of shit, just for a little while.”
Dean rolled with Alex, ending up straddling him. His hands pressed the pillow on either side of Alex’s head, green eyes gazing down, and a smirk playing upon his lips, "I'm really great at pool." With a little shift and a twist of his hips, Dean had his groin grinding against Alex.
He lowered down, nipping at that chin before drinking in the sight below him once again. "It's good to forget, just for a while. People need to lighten up, put a little more laughter into their lives." He tipped his head, kissing along Alex's neck and down into the shadowy space below the man’s T-shirt.
Reaching down, Dean pulled at the shirt Alex had borrowed from him, tugging it up and off him, tossing it over his shoulder so that it landed somewhere in the room, although where precisely Dean didn't care. He wasn't sharing the room with his dad. He didn't have to consider anyone else except for the man currently lying beneath him.
Dean changed his focus from Alex’s neck to his chest, nipping, pulling, leaving little marks, and for Alex this was heaven. Dean had the most amazing mouth, plush lips, nimble, inventive tongue and teeth that threatened sharpness on the sensitive patches of skin he was tormenting. Alex laughed and stretched out, allowing Dean to browse where he wanted, enjoying the assault and planning his own counterattack.
“You’re good at this,” snickered Alex. “Anyone would think you were a hustler. Do you play pool often, or do you pick your partners carefully?”
Dean worshiped Alex's body, thinking that his flavor could be called addictive. Dean threw a glance up as he kept going down, "Had a lot of practice. Started young," Dean pulled at Alex's pants, working them down. He pulled himself up, rolling off Alex and crouched as he pulled the man’s boots off, followed by his pants. "But then I also pick my partners carefully. They’re always ones with a lot to offer."
Kissing and biting his way up Alex's inner thighs, Dean pushed them apart as he worked his way to the target he was after. Dipping down, he flattened his tongue then slowly licked his way up the stiffened cock, painting it all the way to the crown of it before kissing the tip.
And, Christ, Alex had thought that Dean as a bottom was hot, but this, now, Dean in total control, measuring out caresses in such a way that he was taking Alex apart slowly and carefully from the inside out, was amazing. He’d started out this encounter believing that he could have a quick fuck and make Dean really want him, but instead he found himself gasping, writhing, wanting nothing more than Dean to get inside him and fuck him until he couldn’t walk straight.
“Jesus, man, you are good at what you do,” he groaned, feeling the hot mouth on his cock and watching those plump lips wrap around it.
Dean used his tongue to play with the tip, lapping at the sensitive v on the underside, allowing his tongue to make a point to play along the rim. His hand stroked up and down Alex's length for a moment or two before he let go, covered him fully with his mouth and took the cock down deep.
Looking up, he smiled as much as he could with such a mouthful, before sucking back up, pulling at the flesh till it popped out of his mouth and set Alex off gasping. Giving his victim a wicked grin, Dean swallowed Alex down at last and began to move briskly over him as if he were starving.
Alex's legs high were held high as Dean’s hands gripped him, opening him up and tipping him back so he could slip his fingers between his companion’s cheeks, rubbing at the tight bud between them before pressing his fingers inside.
Alex couldn't take his eyes off the sight of Dean. The man was as hot as any porn star, and the smile he gave Alex as he teased him was blinding in its beauty. He felt an edgy flip, deep in his belly, and suddenly every part of him was warm and loose and tingling, the way that he hadn't felt since he and Mulder had stopped being lovers and started to try and kill each other.
He spread himself wide for Dean, eyes beseeching even though he couldn't seem to find the breath to put what he needed into words of more than a single syllable. It's only sex, he told himself. It's only sex, and I don't really care about this man at all; he's just a means to an end.
Except that he did care. All of a sudden he really did care, and more than anything in the world, at that moment he wanted to be with Dean for the rest of his life.
Dean's fingers pressed in more, pushing in all the way, till he was knuckle deep. He allowed Alex's cock to fall from his mouth with a grin, "Been a while for you huh?" and twisted his fingers, drawing them back and pushing them in again, really adoring the helpless expression on Alex's face.
"You might say that," mumbled Alex. He didn't often bottom, and the fact that he was offering himself to Dean in this way came was coming as a surprise to him. Trust wasn’t something he offered readily at all
Shifting slightly, he pulled his fingers free, so he could start opening his own jeans. Dean was hard; until now he'd only ever been this hard with Sam. Swiftly groping around, he reached for his lube to coat his hand, and then returned his fingers to Alex to smear the slippery liquid around his opening.
Grabbing Alex's legs, Dean pushed them up and open as he crouched to get his cock in the right place. His cock slipped down into Alex’s crack, and he moaned as he began to put pressure against that lovely ass. He pushed a little more, trying to breach the man under him.
Alex bit his lip as Dean pressed home, giving a little gasp and wince as the thick cockhead forced its way inside him with a sudden surge. He pushed himself up a little, offering his mouth to Dean. "Hope you're gonna make it worth it," he murmured. "You've got my hopes up, as well as my dick."
Dean leaned down, capturing those lips, just as that whispery voice finished speaking. His tongue delved into the man's mouth, exploring the texture of it, making the kiss as wet as possible. Pulling back, he sucked upon Alex's bottom lip. "I won't let you down," Dean husked as he gazed into another set of green eyes, his words soft and full of meaning.
Raising his fingers to trace along Alex's jaw and coast down his neck, Dean drew back. Leaning down, he kissed the areas his fingers had just left. He sighed very happily, his hips moving at a steady pace as he began to fuck the man he was covering. Hips rocked out then back in, shifting so he could angle his cock just right to hit that gland he knew would make Alex quiver, and shake and hopefully gasp for air.
Wrapping his legs around his partner's back, Alex clung to Dean, sinking his fingers into the man's upper arms and moaning softly as the thrust of Dean's hips moved him slowly up towards the head of the bed, there to bump his head.
He gave a soft laugh as he reached to pull Dean down to him, speaking against his lips as Dean did his best to fuck the life out of him.
"God, yeah," he gasped. "Fuck me hard. Fuck the shit out of me, Dean."
Dean did not let up on his thrusting, giving as it everything he had and then some. His hips pushed him deep into the man under him. The bend in Alex's neck had Dean locking his teeth to him. Skin was bitten, then licked gently to assuage the mark that sharp teeth had left behind.
Dean couldn't stretch his body out over Alex the way he could with a woman; he braced himself with an arm as he drove into Alex's back entrance and leaned away from him for a moment, allowing his lover to squirm and shiver. Then he reached with his hands to grasp Alex's hips, forcing the man back into him.
"Shit," he hissed, hips bucking. Dean shifted his hand to grasp Alex's cock. His thumb rubbed over the tip, pushing and teasing ‘til he slipped his hand down and started to stroke him. Now he was moving much more slowly, dragging it out, frying both his own and Alex's brains with the pleasure he was both giving and receiving.
Alex had reached a place where he was completely locked into the moment, the feel, the taste, the sight of Dean above him, lips parted and glossy, eyes dark and unfocused as they raced towards climax. He could feel his own orgasm building, the hand on his dick, and the steady slip, glide and thrust deep into him were not to be denied. As Dean rammed his cock home inside him, he gave a muffled cry and started to come, body tensing as he began to spill come all over his belly and Dean's hand.
Dean shook, feeling how Alex's ass tightened around him. A curse flew from his lips, and he lowered his head, riding out the burning sensation that threatened to lock up his muscles. Raising his head to Alex, Dean gazed at him, drinking in his expression. His fingers smeared through the cum on Alex's stomach as he drove himself harder into the man under him. He was so close to his own release, that when Alex let himself go, it was all he needed.
At last, Dean slammed into Alex, his hips holding in place while he spilled into the hot, sucking tightness. He shook for a moment, then sagged. "Ahhh, god!" he moaned and leaned in, kissing Alex deeply. Pulling back, Dean carefully withdrew from him, dropping down beside him, happy.
Resting one hand upon Alex's chest, Dean gathered his scattered wits. "Damn! Fucking you is..." He shook his head. He looked over to Alex who looked sated and incredibly happy.
“A fucking good ride?” Alex snickered and moved to snake an arm round Dean so he could move closer to him. “It was pretty damned excellent, if you want my opinion.”
Alex gave a soft sigh, and they lay for a moment, content to let their heartbeats return to normal while they held each other. “So,” said Alex, after a while, attempting to sound offhand with his question. “You don’t have any significant other pining for you somewhere?” He eyed Dean narrowly as he gave a tentative smile. “There’s not likely to be some guy or gal with their nose seriously out of joint coming behind me to finish me off, because they’re jealous, I hope?”
He ran his hand down over Dean’s rough chin, marshalling his thoughts as he prepares to lay himself open for Dean. “See, I could get used to this, and I’ve got skills you might be able to use, even if I’m not particularly sold on life beyond the grave. I can shoot straight, and I don’t ask questions… most of the time.”
Dean was very content, and it felt good not to think for a while. All he could or wanted to hear was Alex's breathing, his heart beating and maybe the sounds of traffic outside. Turning his head to Alex when the silence in the room was broken by his breathy voice, Dean gave a laugh. "Significant other? Pining for me?" That thought was amusing on so many levels. "No. My line of work..." He shook his head, "I tried once, but when I told her the truth, she dumped me. Pretty much told me to get out of her life and never see her again."
He thought for a moment, frowning as he gathered what Alex was trying to say. "I would say you got skills." Dean was joking but not really. "Val, why do you want to do this? I mean what about your... other job." He reached out, running fingers along Alex's jaw.
“I was thinking that I was about ready for a change of profession,” said Alex, making a supreme effort and meeting Dean’s eyes with a smile. “But I’m not really qualified to be a plumber or anything. My life has really only suited me for very specific skills. It pays well when it pays at all, but when it isn’t paying, and you’ve got creeps like that Smoker on your tail you can pretty well kiss your ass goodbye.” He dragged his forefinger down over Dean’s plush lips and gave another sigh, then leaned in to kiss him softly. “When you go underground, you have to learn to live with the rats, you know? Now I know how to live with the rats, but it isn’t something I can put on my resume.”
Dean leaned up, kissing Alex in return. "Well, I guess we all fight different battles, I just happen to find the ones I fight are a little more here and now kind of important. And yeah, the pay is crap for me too, if there's any pay at all. But that is why I’ve got a list of other means of getting cash together when I need it."
He kissed Alex once again before sighing and laying back. "We should really talk about this again, after you work with me on the problem we've got here and now. You might find that you want to get away from me as quickly as possible, once you see what it entails." He rolled and sat up on the bed. "Come on; I guess we’d both better get cleaned up and go check out that shore line."
“You got it.” Alex rose to his feet, his body aching where Dean had recently filled him. He yawned and stretched, feeling the sharp pull of his loosened muscles as he reached for his clothing. “Guess I’ll go wash. You need the shower first, or shall I?”
Stooping, he gathered up his jeans and underwear, and headed for the bathroom, knowing that his walk was a sure indication that he’d been well and truly fucked. He was almost at the bathroom door when he turned and smirked at Dean. “I hope that I don’t have to run away from anything tonight, because if I do, I’m going to be completely sunk. You’ve done quite a number on me. Nobody’s going to complain that I’m tight-assed for the next day or two.”
Dean didn't need to really shower, just wash up, so he grabbed his tee shirt and pulled it on as Alex was heading for the bathroom. He watched him as he walked, admiring how the other man's legs moved. Looking right into Alex's eyes as he spoke, he couldn't help smirking. "Oh no, not a tight ass. Not at all."
Walking over, he leaned in to kiss Alex, "Take your shower; I'll just wash up." He smacked Alex's ass as he went to the sink to clean up. "We are gonna need some glow sticks. I don't think we should bring flashlights because, if it is a beast or whatever, the light might scare it away. Oh and wrought iron bullets. Spirit or worse, those will take care of it."
“I’ll take your word for that,” murmured Alex, returning the kiss and then giving a little yelp as Dean’s palm connected with his buttock. “You’re the general; I’m only a private right now.” He stood watching as Dean washed his cock, and then turned on the shower, giving a little grunt of satisfaction at the feel of the warm water cascading over him.
Once cleaned off, Dean went into the other room to finish up dressing. By the time Alex was ready to emerge, Dean had a black tee shirt on, with his red shirt over the top. His jeans were the usual, with rips at the knees and on one thigh. He and the rest of his family had learned to wear jeans till they were falling apart. Buying clothing was more of a luxury for them than a necessity, and it amused him when he bothered to think about it at all that he was currently in the height of fashion.
A few more minutes and Alex was clean and dried and beginning to climb back into his own, borrowed clothing. He headed out to join Dean, who was sitting on the bed, putting on his boots. “You know, general, I never get tired of hot showers. To me they’re the height of civilization.” He laid a hand on Dean’s shoulder. “You gonna lend me your gun again? I need to get my own back, but I won’t be able to do that, ‘til we’re somewhere in the vicinity of New York.”
Dean had looked up when Alex came out, "I love hot showers. Get really good ones so rarely, but when I do... man, heaven." He got up grabbing his jacket to pull on. "I'll go get the guns," Trotting out, he headed for the Impala and started digging around in the trunk to grab some extra clips and the long glow sticks he’d said they needed.
Upon returning, he handed over a gun to Alex with a few clips. "Here you go. You can use this, ‘til we get you a gun of your own, or you get yours back." Dean was busy as he spoke, tucking his pistol at his back and bestowing the spare clips about his person. "You know we really need to stop and get you some more clothing," he said as he handed over one of the large glow sticks, showing him how it worked.
"You ready, handsome?"
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” murmured Alex, popping the clip to check the pistol Dean had handed him and then stowing it in the back of his own jeans. “Okay, let’s go do it, shall we?” Heading for the door, he pulled it open, and, shoulder to shoulder, the two of them stepped out into the darkness that was lurking outside the door.
Part 6: “One Of Us Makes The Other One Come True”
Authors: art_of_mayhem and candygramme
Rated: NC17 for boy on boy sex
Pairing: Dean Winchester/Alex Krycek
Spoilers: none
Warning: Slash
Word count: 6,961
Disclaimer: Dean and his family belong to Eric Kripke and Supernatural, and Alex belongs to Chris Carter and the X-Files. We own nothing. 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. After Dean rescued Alex from the missile silo, Alex accompanied Dean on one of his missions.
The quoted song is “Déjà Vu,” by Something for Kate .
The beautiful icon is by myhappyface, for which much thanks.
Light globes wash up, all along the beach.
And they light me up with, and they light me up with certainty.
Well we calculate, coincidence, and circumstance and turbulence.
Gotta see what it is, and it's everything, and it's endless.
'Cause baby can't see through, all this matter and makeup and déjà vu.
Yeah we drift here alone, with nothing to do.
Until one of us makes the other one come true.
After the first few hours, the interior of the Impala became Alex Krycek’s world, the scenery flashed by outside, ever changing but without any meaning, any context. Dean, and the music and the occasional stops to fuel up were all there was, and all he wanted. Alex became used to plastic burgers and synthetic cheese, lost himself in the joy of watching Dean eat, relishing each touch of tongue to lip, each sucked finger, and each stray crumb retrieved. He found himself fantasizing about that mouth of Dean’s.
Dean kept driving till he hit the border of Michigan, heading for the shore line and following it towards Naubinway, the lake to the side of them as pointed the car towards their goal. The smell of water was heavy and cool, and they had rolled down the windows, so that they could enjoy the air.
They finally reached the edge of the town and pulled into a gas station. "I need to ask for directions" Dean announced, hopping out of the car and adding with a smirk, "Don’t look now, it’s a guy asking for directions! We need to find the docks." Reaching over, he pulled open the glove box and revealed a wooden box, starting to search through the ID's he had stashed. Once he found the one he was looking for, he grunted in satisfaction. "You wait here; I'll be back, unless you need to use the little boy's room."
"Nah, I'm good." Alex waved a languid hand at him and watched as Dean sauntered off into the store. He'd smiled some at the comment about asking for directions, and more at the thought of being with Dean for the next few days. The cocky young man was certainly special. Alex was beginning to think he'd fallen lucky when the whatever-it-was had abducted him.
Dean nodded as he headed into the store, spending a while inside talking to the clerk, laying on his usual charm for the lady behind the counter. His smile and his flirty behavior were, as usual, getting him just what he needed without too close a look at his ID. Finally, he nodded and took the paper from her on which she’d written the directions with a word or two of thanks and a cheeky smile.
Alex's interest had been piqued by the box that Dean had been rummaging through, and he pulled it across to take a peek. There were all manner of IDs in there, and every last one of them was an excellent forgery. Most were of Dean, but there was one of another man - one with sleepy eyes and a foxy, triangular face. The logo on the ID said, "Sam Winchester, Bikini Inspector."
Alex was still chuckling at that one when Dean returned.
Returning to the car, Dean peered in to see Alex chuckling, "What's so funny?" he asked, getting in. He saw his box sitting on Alex's lap and grabbed for it, placing it back in the glove box with a frown. "Not far from here, 15 minutes."
“Bikini Inspector?” Alex was still chuckling. “Do you have much success with that one?” He flipped the card over to Dean. “And I take it that this is the elusive brother. Sam, eh? A good, dependable name.” He paused for a moment, watching Dean’s reaction to his words, noting the spasm that crossed his face. His instincts were still good. The brother was the one that was causing his companion so much pain.
Well, thought Alex. We’ll see about making him forget this baby brother of his. It’s only a matter of time. Changing the subject, he frowned. “So we drive for fifteen minutes and then what? There’s the water, and we wait for a boat to sink? What’s the plan, man?”
Dean had snatched the card from Alex, shoving it into the box and slamming the lid closed before putting it away. He tried to keep his face unreadable. "It works when they don't look to closely, which most people never do."
Dean wasn't going to talk about Sam, because it hurt to do so. Sam had left him, and now his dad seemed to be pushing him away; they were working fewer and fewer jobs together. Sure he was 26, but still he didn't think it was fair to abandon him. Dean needed his family. It was all he'd ever had to be proud of, and now... Now it seemed that he no longer even had that. He cleared his throat, trying to push his hurt down to a place where he could pretend it wasn’t real.
"We walk around, talk to the locals and see what their take is on what’s been happening. Bars along the water are usually a good place to just hang out. The whole thing could be nothing but weather-related, freak accidents, but we need more information, before we can decide." We? Did he say we? How long had it been since he’d last used that word? It seemed strange, and yet on the other hand it seemed... more than comforting - it seemed perfect.
Definitely something wrong with Dean's relationship with his brother, thought Alex. He's really cut up about something. He filed that thought away ‘til later and gave Dean a wide smile. "Okay, intelligence gathering is a topic I'm familiar with. I can do that, so let's hit the bar!"
He raised his eyebrows at Dean as the other man pulled into a parking stall to the rear of a bar that advertised fourteen different beers on tap. "We should maybe make sure that they serve food, too. Man cannot live by grease alone."
Dean placed the Impala in park, moving as if to open the door before pausing. "Okay, let’s see if we can find a bar with a diner in it." Dean got out, throwing on his leather jacket. He started walking along the wooden dock, Alex beside him as he looked out at the piers. The afternoon was pretty; there were boats on the water, birds calling high in the sky, and the scent of spring wafted faintly in the chilly afternoon air.
Spotting a bunch of guys walking into a diner, Dean motioned with his head to Alex that they should head after them. Together they walked over, pushing open the door to follow the men inside. It was a plain looking establishment with a bar along one side and tables and pool tables in the back.
The pool tables looked tempting. Dean thought of hustling a little pool to try and boost their cash reserves, but then thought that, under the circumstances, maybe just a friendly game or two would do... Later. They settled down at a table close to the bar, so they could overhear any conversations there, and a waitress came over, "You two are new around here," she commented, "What can I get you?"
"Beer?" Dean asked as he took the menu from the lady, looking it over before ordering the fish.
"I’ll take a beer as well," murmured Alex, favoring her with a sweet smile and gesturing at the waterfront. "This is a really beautiful place. You get many tourists passing through?"
"Some," she admitted, smiling back. "Mostly in the summer. Lots of boaters - least ways, we did." She looked a little less happy as she stared out at the harbor. "What can I get you to eat? Anything?"
"I'll get the roast beef sandwich, please," he said. "Salad and fries." He gave her a wink. "Got to keep my strength up; I'm a growing boy."
"You sure are," she said, inspecting him with a grin.
As she sauntered off to fill their order, Alex raised an eyebrow at Dean. "So what do you make of that? She knows something, for sure."
Dean was impressed with the way Alex flirted, deciding that the man was almost as good as he was. He sat listening, looking out at the harbor before turning his gaze back to the waitress, who was on her way back to the kitchen to fill their orders. Focusing his attention back on Alex, he raised his eyebrows. "Thought you were tired of the greasy stuff? I’m gonna eat your fries, to save you from the dreaded cholesterol." He flashed Alex a grin and nodded. "You’re right though. There’s definitely something going on here."
As the woman came back with the beers, he looked up at her. "Hey, got a question." Dean tried to start out slowly, "What did you mean by, ‘you did’? Tourism go bad?"
She shook her head, "In a way. Word gets around when things happen. Too many boating accidents."
"They weren't no accident," a gray-bearded old man spoke up from where he was sitting at a table close by.
Dean raised an eyebrow and turned to look at the speaker, and the waitress growled. "Earl, don't start that up again. That's all they were, accidents." The woman rolled her eyes as she turned back. "Some of these water dogs like to tell stories."
Dean shot Alex a significant look and then turned back, "We don't mind stories," he said and smiled at the woman apologetically.
"What did you say your name was? Earl?" Alex gave the waitress another sunny smile and gestured towards the bar. "Maybe Earl would like a refill of his beer, and talk to us about his theories?" He spread his hands in a deprecating way and shrugged at the waitress. "We're writers; what can I say? Anything that would give us color for a book is fair game."
"You write books?" The waitress seemed impressed. "Have I read any of your books?"
"I don't know," responded Alex, winking surreptitiously at Dean. "Do you read historical novels?"
Earl merely smiled smugly at the waitress, who had rolled her eyes, obviously thinking that the last thing Earl needed was another beer. She had shot a warning glance at the two men as if trying to warn them what they were stepping into.
Dean raised his eyebrows at Alex, whose explanation to Earl had sounded exactly like something Sam would say. "Yeah, we are doing some research on local lore. We heard of weird stuff happening around here."
"Here..." She murmured, looking at him uneasily. She returned her regard to Earl and then sighed, "Let me get your food... And beer," she added, with a pointed look at Earl.
"Have a seat, Earl," Dean patted the chair.
"You two really writers?" Earl asked, looking back and forth. "You don't look like writers?"
Dean smiled, "Thanks. So... What you know about these boats?"
"All I'm saying," said the elderly man, settling down to spin out as much of a tale as he could, "Is that it ain't natural. People have heard things. There's something that screams out there on the rocks the night before. Anyone can see that it's not a good idea to take a boat out after the screaming."
He took the beer that the waitress brought him and smiled around at her in triumph. "You can say it's just the wind making that noise, but I say that it's some sort of ghost. It never used to happen before that ketch went down a year ago."
"What happened to the ketch?" Alex was doing a good job of looking spellbound, a wide eyed expression on his face as he drank in the old man's words. "Was there some kind of foul play?"
Dean seemed easy and relaxed, taking in Earl's words. He was wondering what sort of creature could cause those screams, or was it only some boat out there with a faulty engine. He had heard that there were pirates in the Great Lakes.
"The ketch?" Dean looked at Alex and then at the old man who was now leaning forward. He quailed for a moment, wanting to hold his breath at the beery stink that was coming from the old-timer.
"Not a cloud in the sky. Clearest night there ever was. Next morning she never docked. Boats went out to try and find her but all they found was her flag and a sail. Not a crew member found, not even washed up later, although we combed the shoreline for miles."
Dean shot Alex a significant look.
"Were there many people on board?" Alex was madly trying to remember if he knew anything at all about ketches. They were boats, that’s all he was sure of.
"Crew of six, so I believe. They were setting out to go fishing, and they vanished. That's when all this stuff started to happen." Earl took a deep swig of his beer. "I'd been walking my old dog along the waterfront, and I’d heard the screaming, the night before. It was coming from out on the lake, but there wasn't any boat out there that I could see. Next night, the ketch disappeared, and since then it happens at least once a month. It's getting so that people are moving away."
"Once a month?" The words were spoken in a breathy whisper. Alex met Dean's eyes and gave him a little nod. "You think that it has anything to do with the moon?" he asked his companion, raising his brows.
Dean thought a moment, thinking he needed to do some research. There were water demons of all kinds, monsters, a lot of lore could cover that. "Sounds more like..." He stopped and stared at the man across from them. "There been any tales around here about water monsters, unusual sightings, anything weird like that?"
Dean had a feeling that the once a month occurrence sounded more like a ritual or a feeding cycle. The screams could well be the sound of the thing as it attacked its prey.
Earl smirked at Dean. "You mean like the Loch Ness monster or Ogopogo? Hey, Alison?" He turned and called to the waitress. "Think we've got a monster in the lake?"
Despite the elderly man's sudden jokey attitude, Alex could see that Dean was getting all kinds of ideas from the story that Earl was telling them. He set to work to pump the old timer of whatever information he could.
"So did you see anything at all when the screams were happening?"
"Didn't see no monster, that's for sure," said Earl, still cackling. "Didn't see nothing but a couple of birds flying out by the breakwater. Flat as a millpond, I'm tellin' ya."
"Just asking questions, making sure. You know how it is. Have to cover all our bases," Dean smiled, his smile vanishing as he took a drink to cover up his unease. "No splashing? Just the screaming. Weren't drinking that night were you?" He shifted again, "Say... what happened to your dog? He been, acting a little strangely since that night?" He knew that some animal behavior altered when they encountered the supernatural.
"That's just it," said Earl, frowning. "Damned dog up and died on me three weeks later. Best dog I ever had, too,"
"What happened?" Alex was leaning forward now, his food forgotten as he laid his fork down.
"I don't know. He seemed to just stop eating. Young dog too. In the end he just lay down and died on me." Earl was tearing up. "Got me a new one now, but he ain't such a good dog. He don't fetch or nothin'. Too old to train 'im now, I am."
Dean sat forward as well. This was a little interesting tidbit. So either the dog had caught a scent of something, or he'd seen something the old man hadn't. Stopping eating, going crazy, changing behavior, all these things were signs he’d seen before. Something odd was definitely going on.
"You notice any other strange activities in the animals around here?" Dean asked, leaning back.
Earl didn't seem to have noticed any other strange animal behaviors, but he continued to chatter, telling the two men exactly where he'd been when he'd heard the screams and lamenting the loss of his dog.
The meal was soon over, and Alex gave Dean a little nudge with his foot. "Shall we go for a walk?" he asked his companion, as Dean dropped some money onto the table to pay for the food and drinks.
Outside, the sun was beginning to go down, and the shadows were lengthening. The late afternoon sun on the water made the air sparkle, and Alex gave a sigh as he looked about himself, feeling strangely happy and contented.
"What do you think of the old-timer back there?" he asked Dean as they strolled in the direction Earl had mentioned.
"There is definitely something going on here. Strange animal behavior is a good indication of that. From the sound of it, that dog saw or heard something that scared it to death, literally. I'll lay even odds that the fishing in this area has gone down too." He glanced at Alex as he walked, inviting comment and trying to gauge Alex's reaction.
"Gonna need to do some research. The moon cycles, incidents every full moon, sound like either a feeding pattern or a ritual. There are a lot of ceremonies and creatures that go by the moon cycle. We need to find a local library." He shoved his hands in his pockets.
"When's the next full moon?" He looked to Alex then remembered that the guy probably wouldn't have a clue since he'd been locked up. "Better find out; should be soon, I'm guessing, or dad wouldn't have sent me, unless he intended for me to be here a while."
Not really knowing about which phase the moon was in, Alex spread his hands and shrugged. "A library sounds like a good idea. He checked his watch and smiled. "Do you think they'll still be open? It's a quarter to seven."
Dean glanced at his watch and frowned, "In this area, probably not. We'll try in the morning." He stopped in front of a map of the waterfront, eyes scanning it as he scratched the back of his head.
Alex paused to take a look at the map too, noting the area where Earl had said the screaming occurred. "I wonder if there are any local legends or anything like that," he mused. "And we probably should find somewhere to stay for the night, or we'll be out on the grass."
"Could be an old legend or maybe the start of a new one." Dean sighed through his nose and turned away. "Okay, we go find someplace to stay, then we take a little moonlight stroll. You're into romance, aren't you?" He bumped Alex with his elbow before turning to head back to the car. "Sleeping in a bed sounds really nice."
"I have to agree. I'd always rather sleep in a bed than out on the sidewalk." Alex laughed and touched Dean's shoulder, turning with him to return to the Impala. "And call me a romantic, if you like, but I'll take a walk in the moonlight with you, no problem. It sounds like just what I need."
The car was soon reached, and they climbed in, then set off to look for a motel. The one they found was only a couple of blocks from the waterfront and seemed to be reasonably clean. Pretty soon they had a room and were ready to go.
Alex was excited. Dean was gorgeous, and he seemed to have accepted Alex without question. Alex's mouth watered at the thought of spending the night with him, resolving to take his time and make him desperate this time. He was well aware that his showing the first time they’d got it on had been hurried and desperate on his part, due to the panic that had threatened to overwhelm him following his rescue from the silo.
"You want that walk now, or will we wait for full dark?" he asked Dean, a little smile on his face.
Dean grabbed his bag from the trunk and entered the room. Alex seemed to be bouncing on the balls of his feet, while Dean was just as calm as could be. Doing this for a living, Dean found he'd become pretty much numb to most of the peculiar things he dealt with. Just another day; just another job.
Tossing his bag down, he turned to Alex, "Dark’s the best time. I hear that's when all the freaks come out, and when hunting freaks, do as the freaks do." Dean walked into the bathroom to relieve himself.
Coming back out after washing his hands, he stood in the doorway. "We got a few hours, you got any ideas on how to entertain ourselves?" Because until they could get to the library so he could use a computer, there wasn't much he could do.
Alex didn't say a word - he merely stalked forward and hooked his hand behind Dean's head, drawing him closer, until his mouth was a mere fraction of an inch away.
"I'll give you three guesses, if you like," he murmured. "And if you need more than one, you aren't the man I think you are."
Dean didn't move as Alex stalked up to him. He only stared into those green eyes and then at those lips. "And just what kind of man do you think I am?" Dean asked before latching his lips to Alex's. The kiss was heated and hungry, and he ended it just as quickly as it had begun. He favored Alex with a predatory smile. "Don't even think I need that first guess."
“Good,” murmured Alex, his own eyes intent on Dean’s mouth, his voice silky as he traced Dean’s glistening lower lip. “We understand each other well. I always think that’s the basis of a good relationship.”
Dean threw himself backwards onto the bed, pulling Alex with him as he went down. "You know, I was thinking pool, but hey, got me a couple of balls and a stick right here. Even have a pocket to sink them in."
“You know,” chuckled Alex. “I hadn’t thought of pool. You wanna play pool?” He rolled so that Dean was on top of him and slid his hands down over his companion’s back to squeeze his buttocks, pulling Dean’s groin into him.
“You make me tingle,” he murmured against Dean’s chin. “You’ve somehow managed to make me forget that life can be a pile of shit, just for a little while.”
Dean rolled with Alex, ending up straddling him. His hands pressed the pillow on either side of Alex’s head, green eyes gazing down, and a smirk playing upon his lips, "I'm really great at pool." With a little shift and a twist of his hips, Dean had his groin grinding against Alex.
He lowered down, nipping at that chin before drinking in the sight below him once again. "It's good to forget, just for a while. People need to lighten up, put a little more laughter into their lives." He tipped his head, kissing along Alex's neck and down into the shadowy space below the man’s T-shirt.
Reaching down, Dean pulled at the shirt Alex had borrowed from him, tugging it up and off him, tossing it over his shoulder so that it landed somewhere in the room, although where precisely Dean didn't care. He wasn't sharing the room with his dad. He didn't have to consider anyone else except for the man currently lying beneath him.
Dean changed his focus from Alex’s neck to his chest, nipping, pulling, leaving little marks, and for Alex this was heaven. Dean had the most amazing mouth, plush lips, nimble, inventive tongue and teeth that threatened sharpness on the sensitive patches of skin he was tormenting. Alex laughed and stretched out, allowing Dean to browse where he wanted, enjoying the assault and planning his own counterattack.
“You’re good at this,” snickered Alex. “Anyone would think you were a hustler. Do you play pool often, or do you pick your partners carefully?”
Dean worshiped Alex's body, thinking that his flavor could be called addictive. Dean threw a glance up as he kept going down, "Had a lot of practice. Started young," Dean pulled at Alex's pants, working them down. He pulled himself up, rolling off Alex and crouched as he pulled the man’s boots off, followed by his pants. "But then I also pick my partners carefully. They’re always ones with a lot to offer."
Kissing and biting his way up Alex's inner thighs, Dean pushed them apart as he worked his way to the target he was after. Dipping down, he flattened his tongue then slowly licked his way up the stiffened cock, painting it all the way to the crown of it before kissing the tip.
And, Christ, Alex had thought that Dean as a bottom was hot, but this, now, Dean in total control, measuring out caresses in such a way that he was taking Alex apart slowly and carefully from the inside out, was amazing. He’d started out this encounter believing that he could have a quick fuck and make Dean really want him, but instead he found himself gasping, writhing, wanting nothing more than Dean to get inside him and fuck him until he couldn’t walk straight.
“Jesus, man, you are good at what you do,” he groaned, feeling the hot mouth on his cock and watching those plump lips wrap around it.
Dean used his tongue to play with the tip, lapping at the sensitive v on the underside, allowing his tongue to make a point to play along the rim. His hand stroked up and down Alex's length for a moment or two before he let go, covered him fully with his mouth and took the cock down deep.
Looking up, he smiled as much as he could with such a mouthful, before sucking back up, pulling at the flesh till it popped out of his mouth and set Alex off gasping. Giving his victim a wicked grin, Dean swallowed Alex down at last and began to move briskly over him as if he were starving.
Alex's legs high were held high as Dean’s hands gripped him, opening him up and tipping him back so he could slip his fingers between his companion’s cheeks, rubbing at the tight bud between them before pressing his fingers inside.
Alex couldn't take his eyes off the sight of Dean. The man was as hot as any porn star, and the smile he gave Alex as he teased him was blinding in its beauty. He felt an edgy flip, deep in his belly, and suddenly every part of him was warm and loose and tingling, the way that he hadn't felt since he and Mulder had stopped being lovers and started to try and kill each other.
He spread himself wide for Dean, eyes beseeching even though he couldn't seem to find the breath to put what he needed into words of more than a single syllable. It's only sex, he told himself. It's only sex, and I don't really care about this man at all; he's just a means to an end.
Except that he did care. All of a sudden he really did care, and more than anything in the world, at that moment he wanted to be with Dean for the rest of his life.
Dean's fingers pressed in more, pushing in all the way, till he was knuckle deep. He allowed Alex's cock to fall from his mouth with a grin, "Been a while for you huh?" and twisted his fingers, drawing them back and pushing them in again, really adoring the helpless expression on Alex's face.
"You might say that," mumbled Alex. He didn't often bottom, and the fact that he was offering himself to Dean in this way came was coming as a surprise to him. Trust wasn’t something he offered readily at all
Shifting slightly, he pulled his fingers free, so he could start opening his own jeans. Dean was hard; until now he'd only ever been this hard with Sam. Swiftly groping around, he reached for his lube to coat his hand, and then returned his fingers to Alex to smear the slippery liquid around his opening.
Grabbing Alex's legs, Dean pushed them up and open as he crouched to get his cock in the right place. His cock slipped down into Alex’s crack, and he moaned as he began to put pressure against that lovely ass. He pushed a little more, trying to breach the man under him.
Alex bit his lip as Dean pressed home, giving a little gasp and wince as the thick cockhead forced its way inside him with a sudden surge. He pushed himself up a little, offering his mouth to Dean. "Hope you're gonna make it worth it," he murmured. "You've got my hopes up, as well as my dick."
Dean leaned down, capturing those lips, just as that whispery voice finished speaking. His tongue delved into the man's mouth, exploring the texture of it, making the kiss as wet as possible. Pulling back, he sucked upon Alex's bottom lip. "I won't let you down," Dean husked as he gazed into another set of green eyes, his words soft and full of meaning.
Raising his fingers to trace along Alex's jaw and coast down his neck, Dean drew back. Leaning down, he kissed the areas his fingers had just left. He sighed very happily, his hips moving at a steady pace as he began to fuck the man he was covering. Hips rocked out then back in, shifting so he could angle his cock just right to hit that gland he knew would make Alex quiver, and shake and hopefully gasp for air.
Wrapping his legs around his partner's back, Alex clung to Dean, sinking his fingers into the man's upper arms and moaning softly as the thrust of Dean's hips moved him slowly up towards the head of the bed, there to bump his head.
He gave a soft laugh as he reached to pull Dean down to him, speaking against his lips as Dean did his best to fuck the life out of him.
"God, yeah," he gasped. "Fuck me hard. Fuck the shit out of me, Dean."
Dean did not let up on his thrusting, giving as it everything he had and then some. His hips pushed him deep into the man under him. The bend in Alex's neck had Dean locking his teeth to him. Skin was bitten, then licked gently to assuage the mark that sharp teeth had left behind.
Dean couldn't stretch his body out over Alex the way he could with a woman; he braced himself with an arm as he drove into Alex's back entrance and leaned away from him for a moment, allowing his lover to squirm and shiver. Then he reached with his hands to grasp Alex's hips, forcing the man back into him.
"Shit," he hissed, hips bucking. Dean shifted his hand to grasp Alex's cock. His thumb rubbed over the tip, pushing and teasing ‘til he slipped his hand down and started to stroke him. Now he was moving much more slowly, dragging it out, frying both his own and Alex's brains with the pleasure he was both giving and receiving.
Alex had reached a place where he was completely locked into the moment, the feel, the taste, the sight of Dean above him, lips parted and glossy, eyes dark and unfocused as they raced towards climax. He could feel his own orgasm building, the hand on his dick, and the steady slip, glide and thrust deep into him were not to be denied. As Dean rammed his cock home inside him, he gave a muffled cry and started to come, body tensing as he began to spill come all over his belly and Dean's hand.
Dean shook, feeling how Alex's ass tightened around him. A curse flew from his lips, and he lowered his head, riding out the burning sensation that threatened to lock up his muscles. Raising his head to Alex, Dean gazed at him, drinking in his expression. His fingers smeared through the cum on Alex's stomach as he drove himself harder into the man under him. He was so close to his own release, that when Alex let himself go, it was all he needed.
At last, Dean slammed into Alex, his hips holding in place while he spilled into the hot, sucking tightness. He shook for a moment, then sagged. "Ahhh, god!" he moaned and leaned in, kissing Alex deeply. Pulling back, Dean carefully withdrew from him, dropping down beside him, happy.
Resting one hand upon Alex's chest, Dean gathered his scattered wits. "Damn! Fucking you is..." He shook his head. He looked over to Alex who looked sated and incredibly happy.
“A fucking good ride?” Alex snickered and moved to snake an arm round Dean so he could move closer to him. “It was pretty damned excellent, if you want my opinion.”
Alex gave a soft sigh, and they lay for a moment, content to let their heartbeats return to normal while they held each other. “So,” said Alex, after a while, attempting to sound offhand with his question. “You don’t have any significant other pining for you somewhere?” He eyed Dean narrowly as he gave a tentative smile. “There’s not likely to be some guy or gal with their nose seriously out of joint coming behind me to finish me off, because they’re jealous, I hope?”
He ran his hand down over Dean’s rough chin, marshalling his thoughts as he prepares to lay himself open for Dean. “See, I could get used to this, and I’ve got skills you might be able to use, even if I’m not particularly sold on life beyond the grave. I can shoot straight, and I don’t ask questions… most of the time.”
Dean was very content, and it felt good not to think for a while. All he could or wanted to hear was Alex's breathing, his heart beating and maybe the sounds of traffic outside. Turning his head to Alex when the silence in the room was broken by his breathy voice, Dean gave a laugh. "Significant other? Pining for me?" That thought was amusing on so many levels. "No. My line of work..." He shook his head, "I tried once, but when I told her the truth, she dumped me. Pretty much told me to get out of her life and never see her again."
He thought for a moment, frowning as he gathered what Alex was trying to say. "I would say you got skills." Dean was joking but not really. "Val, why do you want to do this? I mean what about your... other job." He reached out, running fingers along Alex's jaw.
“I was thinking that I was about ready for a change of profession,” said Alex, making a supreme effort and meeting Dean’s eyes with a smile. “But I’m not really qualified to be a plumber or anything. My life has really only suited me for very specific skills. It pays well when it pays at all, but when it isn’t paying, and you’ve got creeps like that Smoker on your tail you can pretty well kiss your ass goodbye.” He dragged his forefinger down over Dean’s plush lips and gave another sigh, then leaned in to kiss him softly. “When you go underground, you have to learn to live with the rats, you know? Now I know how to live with the rats, but it isn’t something I can put on my resume.”
Dean leaned up, kissing Alex in return. "Well, I guess we all fight different battles, I just happen to find the ones I fight are a little more here and now kind of important. And yeah, the pay is crap for me too, if there's any pay at all. But that is why I’ve got a list of other means of getting cash together when I need it."
He kissed Alex once again before sighing and laying back. "We should really talk about this again, after you work with me on the problem we've got here and now. You might find that you want to get away from me as quickly as possible, once you see what it entails." He rolled and sat up on the bed. "Come on; I guess we’d both better get cleaned up and go check out that shore line."
“You got it.” Alex rose to his feet, his body aching where Dean had recently filled him. He yawned and stretched, feeling the sharp pull of his loosened muscles as he reached for his clothing. “Guess I’ll go wash. You need the shower first, or shall I?”
Stooping, he gathered up his jeans and underwear, and headed for the bathroom, knowing that his walk was a sure indication that he’d been well and truly fucked. He was almost at the bathroom door when he turned and smirked at Dean. “I hope that I don’t have to run away from anything tonight, because if I do, I’m going to be completely sunk. You’ve done quite a number on me. Nobody’s going to complain that I’m tight-assed for the next day or two.”
Dean didn't need to really shower, just wash up, so he grabbed his tee shirt and pulled it on as Alex was heading for the bathroom. He watched him as he walked, admiring how the other man's legs moved. Looking right into Alex's eyes as he spoke, he couldn't help smirking. "Oh no, not a tight ass. Not at all."
Walking over, he leaned in to kiss Alex, "Take your shower; I'll just wash up." He smacked Alex's ass as he went to the sink to clean up. "We are gonna need some glow sticks. I don't think we should bring flashlights because, if it is a beast or whatever, the light might scare it away. Oh and wrought iron bullets. Spirit or worse, those will take care of it."
“I’ll take your word for that,” murmured Alex, returning the kiss and then giving a little yelp as Dean’s palm connected with his buttock. “You’re the general; I’m only a private right now.” He stood watching as Dean washed his cock, and then turned on the shower, giving a little grunt of satisfaction at the feel of the warm water cascading over him.
Once cleaned off, Dean went into the other room to finish up dressing. By the time Alex was ready to emerge, Dean had a black tee shirt on, with his red shirt over the top. His jeans were the usual, with rips at the knees and on one thigh. He and the rest of his family had learned to wear jeans till they were falling apart. Buying clothing was more of a luxury for them than a necessity, and it amused him when he bothered to think about it at all that he was currently in the height of fashion.
A few more minutes and Alex was clean and dried and beginning to climb back into his own, borrowed clothing. He headed out to join Dean, who was sitting on the bed, putting on his boots. “You know, general, I never get tired of hot showers. To me they’re the height of civilization.” He laid a hand on Dean’s shoulder. “You gonna lend me your gun again? I need to get my own back, but I won’t be able to do that, ‘til we’re somewhere in the vicinity of New York.”
Dean had looked up when Alex came out, "I love hot showers. Get really good ones so rarely, but when I do... man, heaven." He got up grabbing his jacket to pull on. "I'll go get the guns," Trotting out, he headed for the Impala and started digging around in the trunk to grab some extra clips and the long glow sticks he’d said they needed.
Upon returning, he handed over a gun to Alex with a few clips. "Here you go. You can use this, ‘til we get you a gun of your own, or you get yours back." Dean was busy as he spoke, tucking his pistol at his back and bestowing the spare clips about his person. "You know we really need to stop and get you some more clothing," he said as he handed over one of the large glow sticks, showing him how it worked.
"You ready, handsome?"
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” murmured Alex, popping the clip to check the pistol Dean had handed him and then stowing it in the back of his own jeans. “Okay, let’s go do it, shall we?” Heading for the door, he pulled it open, and, shoulder to shoulder, the two of them stepped out into the darkness that was lurking outside the door.