The Hunter and the Hunted part 7/?
Title: The Hunter and the Hunted 7/?
Part 7: “Melt Into My Ocean”
Authors: art_of_mayhem and candygramme
Rated: NC17 for boy on boy sex
Pairing: Dean Winchester/Alex Krycek
Spoilers: none
Warning: Slash
Word count: 9,152
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 rescues Alex from the missile silo, our intrepid triple agent accompanies Dean on one of his missions.
The quoted song is “Burn For Me,” by Echo and the Bunnymen.
The beautiful icon is by myhappyface, for which much thanks.
One night, you'll see
The moon and stars in motion
One night, your sea
Will melt into my ocean
It was almost completely dark, but there was still a low light in the sky over on the horizon, and the moon hung above them, almost full. Alex turned to watch as Dean locked the door to their room and then turned to walk alongside him, shoulder to shoulder, comfortable in the silence.
The water shone in the moonlight, close to still, with the mere suggestion of ripples when the slight breeze blew. The evening was warm, and there were insects fluttering around the lamps that shone at regular intervals along the footpath. The two men made their way to the water’s edge, hearing nothing save for the soft lapping of water and the rustling of leaves as they went.
“Do you suppose that we’ll actually see or hear anything?” Alex’s voice was soft, husky in the quiet of the evening. “It’d be a bit of a coincidence, if we walked straight into it, wouldn’t it?”
As they walked along, Dean's keen eyes scanned the water, looking for any unusual wave or ripple that might suddenly appear. At times, he could feel Alex's shoulder bump his, and feeling a little giddy and rather like a schoolboy, he swatted at a bug that flew near his face, missed his footing, and tripped up on the raised bricks at the edge of the water, falling on his ass and laughing ruefully. Getting up once more and crouching down at the water's edge, Dean sighed and shook his head.
"It's hard to tell. Sometimes this kind of thing doesn't show for days. Other times, we could get lucky." He looked up at the moon, "If it's to do with feeding cycles as I suspect, then we are close to the time it’s likely to occur. I really need to see the pattern of when the attacks started before. It'd confirm things, if they began a few days before the full moon."
He stood back up and looked around. "That looks like a trail; lets check it out," Pulling out his light stick, he switched it on.
The two of them turned to follow the trail that wound along the edge of the lake. They soon left the lights of the harbor behind and made the path that threaded its way among the trees and bushes that formed a thickly wooded mass. Picnic areas, silent and abandoned in the moonlight, dotted the trail, and the occasional sound of a night bird broke the gentle silence as they moved along.
"The old guy said everything went silent, before the screaming started," said Alex. "There's too much noise going on at the moment, but I guess he was about here when it started. You want to sit and wait a little, or keep walking?"
Dean looked about, the sea birds were flying high in the still black sky, calling as they made their way to roost, and there was a slight breeze from the lake, carrying with it the scent of the water. He looked down at the bench, moving to sit there, then changed his mind and climbed up to perch on the table. "Sure, why not. I haven't had a late night chat with anyone in a long time. It helps pass the time while waiting for a scary thing to reach out and grab us in the dark." His mind traveled back in time, missing the conversations he used to have with his brother, while his dad was out, scouting around.
Dean looked at his watch, "Not past midnight yet, and usually these things happen around that time." He looked sideways at Alex. "So when you worked with your partner, what was the worst thing you ever saw?"
"We were up against a man who could plant whatever he wanted you to see into your mind. He could come and go without being seen." Alex thought back to the final moments with Coles, and shivered. "It doesn't sound too bad, does it, but he was killing people. He could just cloud peoples' minds and kill and then move on without anyone knowing he'd been there." He paused for a few moments, the memories in his mind very real. "And of course there was a guy who really thought he'd been abducted by aliens. He was completely mad."
He gave Dean a brief smile. "How about you. I bet you've seen some much creepier stuff than I have."
Dean lounged at his ease, listening to Alex as he looked out over the water, idly watching as it lapped at the rocky shore. "Sounds like hypnosis or some shit like that," he said, lips pursed as he mused. "Although I've heard of shadow demons that could do that sort of thing." He glanced over to the man next to him. "And that sounds like either my mom took too many drugs in the 60's or maybe not enough," he added, with a chuckle.
"I saw a striga when I was ten I think. It's like a... I don't know, witch or something. It's a filthy creature that looks old, and it sucks the life force from children; then there's poltergeists, nasty ones, bunches of spirits, ghosts, I could go on forever... But no aliens - not so far, anyway." He shook his head. "Kid shouldn't grow up seeing those kinds of things, you know."
Dean suddenly looked down for a moment, alert all at once. "You hear that?" Dean lifted his head and looked about. "It's silent."
Alex frowned and sat up straight, rising to his feet and heading over towards the edge of the water to look out. A cloud passed across the moon as he did so, extinguishing the bright, silvery light and plunging them temporarily into shadow. As he peered out across the water, he wondered, if the sudden chill playing along his spine was imaginary, or if somehow his body was responding to some strange kind of peril.
He checked his watch and noted that it was a little short of midnight and turned to mutter, "Scary movie cliché, don't you think?" to Dean. As he stood watching for whatever might be out there, the moon reappeared, hanging fat and yellow in the star-sprinkled sky. "Well, so much for the atmospheric creepiness," he snorted. "Missed your chance."
As he was about to turn back to Dean, the sound suddenly came - a low, bubbling sound that welled up to an unearthly scream.
Dean pushed up from where he was sitting, intending to follow Alex to the shore line. He glanced up at the moon before looking out across the water. The hairs on the back of his neck were prickling, and there was something in the air. Alarm bells were going off in his mind as his early warning system for this kind of phenomenon kicked in to raise his hackles and start the goosebumps standing up.
He didn't even answer Alex about missing their chance, because he knew better. Just as the low sound was building, Dean drew his gun, covering at least one of his ears while trying to look for the source. Without thinking he started running in the direction it was coming from, instinct telling him not to escape, but rather to seek and kill.
"Whoa, hold on a minute, Dean." Alex caught hold of his companion's shoulder and held him back. "Are you nuts? You can't get out there without some sort of boat." He cast about, looking along the water's edge for something to row out in but could see nothing. "You want to swim?" He looked dubiously at the calm expanse of the lake, and began to throw his jacket off.
In the distance, the screams continued, louder and more heartbreaking with every second that passed.
Dean stopped, looking back to Alex, blinking as he did so. "Huh?" he asked, still scanning the lake. The sound was near heart-wrenching, and Dean felt the urge to go, felt the cries pulling at him. He paused, felt the talisman about his neck seem to get heavier, suddenly weighing him down and making him feel lead-footed and heavy. He grabbed hold of Alex, "No, no swimming. We need a boat."
He started pulling Alex along, heading back up the shore line as he tugged at him. "We need something else too." He dug around in his pockets and found what he was seeking, pulling them out, "Here, earplugs. You take them." He shoved them over at Alex, and then gave a grunt of satisfaction as he spotted a little rowing boat tied to a post on the shore line.
The screams were more subdued now, a strange, wailing ululation that seemed to throb in the air. Alex scrambled into the boat and grabbed the oars, beginning to paddle as Dean cast off.
"Better tell me which way to go," he murmured, pulling the oars hard and causing the little boat to slide forward through the water. "The earplugs are working, but I can still hear it a little. It's almost like there are words in there - like it's trying to tell us something."
The stars were out, twinkling frostily in the great cavern of the sky, and the water was like hematite under the boat. The strange sounds seemed to damp down the very motion of the wavelets on the water, and Alex rowed hard, waiting for Dean to tell him what to do next.
Dean dropped the rope before sitting down, "Go ahead and to the right, around that rock formation over there." He shouted out his orders, pointing as well to make sure his partner understood.
Green eyes peered, trying to see into the night, barely listening to Alex's words. He didn't have any earplugs, because there had only been one set, and the amulet about his neck was starting to weigh him down, heavier and somehow hotter under his nervous touch.
"Try and make out what it is. Can you see anything?" Dean didn't turn back as he spoke; his eyes were still searching the water, desperately trying to see what was making the sound. He suddenly held up his hand to indicate that Alex should stop rowing. He reached behind himself, pulling the gun out, thumb flipping the safety off as he did so.
Dean shifted his gaze down to the water, before returning his eyes to Alex, "The water." He pointed down. The tide was rushing in, and the water should have been carrying them back toward the docks, but the boat was slowly drifting forward with no aid from Alex or Dean. Dean quickly started patting himself down and finally drew out a small mag-flashlight with a murmur of triumph, twisting it on as he held it under his gun to illuminate their surroundings.
"What the fuck...?" Alex shipped the oars and frowned as the boat gathered speed, heading in the direction that Dean had indicated. "Guess I don't need to row after all." He turned round, peering into the distance, trying to see where they were heading. "I hope that this isn't going to wreck us. The old boy said that the wrecks occurred the day after the screams were heard, didn't he? Not the actual day of the screams."
Dean was nearly hanging over the edge of the boat; still looking about, while Alex was putting the oars up. He shook his head at Alex, "I don't think so," he murmured. There was a movement hazily caught from the corner of his eye, and Dean glanced back, thinking he'd seen something, but not sure exactly what it could be.
There was a sudden sound, and as Dean whipped around, he found himself falling onto Alex, knocking him down flat as something scraped against him. With a yell, he went tumbling out of the boat, hitting the water on his back before going under.
"Jesus!" Alex grabbed one of the oars and hung over the stern, holding it out. "Grab a hold of this, Dean! Quickly." He reached to try and grasp Dean's jacket, succeeding in yanking him to the surface but totally unable to haul him aboard. "What the hell happened? I thought you didn't want to swim."
Dean was coughing as he reached the surface, gasping for air, his hands grabbing for the side of the boat. "You didn't see that thing?" He was trying to catch his breath, still looking around, desperately trying to locate his attacker. "Big. Huge, black. Wings and..." He made a face. "I think it scratched me." His jacket was torn, Alex noticed, and there was red welling up to stain the edges of the rip.
Dean grabbed the edge of the dinghy and lifted his leg, trying to climb back in. "Help me in. I lost my gun." he grabbed for anything he thought might help him get back into the boat, and Alex jumped.
"Careful, or you'll have us both in the drink," Alex moved over to balance the boat, hanging over the other side. "Okay, now try, but be careful."
A dark shape flew over, missing Alex narrowly as he ducked, and he swore, breathing a sigh of relief as he saw Dean tumble into the bottom of the boat. "Thank goodness, man, I thought you were gonna be swimming behind the boat all the way back to land. He grabbed at the oars and sat waiting to see if he could score a direct hit with one, if the creature tried to buzz them again. "Here! Take my gun; it's yours anyway. I'll try for a direct hit with this."
Dean rolled his ass into the boat, dripping with water. From where he sat, he could see the dark shape fly overhead, and he just stared for a moment. Shit. The thing was big... Absolutely enormous... and it looked like a bird, but the head... He stared at the head, finding it really hard to believe his own eyes.
The head was human.
Dean grabbed for the gun, "Just row us back to shore. I don't think this is going to do the job." He swallowed, shivering from the cold water. It seemed to Dean that the water in the Great Lakes was always fucking freezing. "But I think I have an idea now what we are up against." He managed to get himself seated on one of the benches again, looking up, prepared for another attack.
"Did you see it?" Alex started to row, pulling the boat around so that it was pointing back towards the shore and putting his back into it as he rowed hard and fast to try to break out of the current that had been dragging them closer and closer to the rocks where the other boats had perished. "What was it? All I saw was a big bird of some sort."
The current seemed suddenly to stop its tugging, and the boat hurtled back towards land, Dean still shivering as he sat huddled in the stern with his teeth chattering. The sounds had stopped, and the lake was placid once more, calm and quiet. As the keel grated on the pebbles at the lakeside, Alex leaped out to secure it and help Dean to land. "Come on, let's get you back so that you’re warm and dry."
Dean didn't answer Alex; all he could do was shiver, trying to keep his teeth from rattling together too loudly. He was looking back toward the rocks and what they were rowing away from. This wasn't going to be easy - but then, Dean couldn't remember when any of his jobs had ever been easy.
With Alex's help, he climbed out of the boat, shivering still. If anything his tremors had gotten worse. He nodded to Alex, "Warm and dry sounds good about now, and a hot cup of coffee would be spiffy too."
“Hot coffee, check!” Alex took Dean’s arm and started to jog back along the trail towards the motel. “Best get you indoors first, and into a hot shower. Then I’ll go foraging for any beverage you think will help.” He chuckled as Dean picked up the pace, and the two of them broke into a full on run.
The motel soon appeared in the distance, and Alex turned to Dean as they ran. “You gonna make it the rest of the way alone? I’ll go find you some coffee, if you like.”
Dean had glanced back now and again as he jogged beside Alex, fearful that the creature might follow them back, although everything seemed quiet, and the screams had stopped. He began to run faster, breaking into a sprint, because all he could think about was a hot shower. As the motel came into view he slowed to a trot, sucking in a huff of air and studying Alex once again, gauging his sincerity. "Yeah, I can get there," he nodded.
He made for the room, looking back at Alex as his companion tore off in the direction of the town. Frowning, he turned away and headed for their room. What was it about that man that had Dean all twisted up inside? He hadn't been close to any chance-met fuck or felt this way about anyone else except his family, ever, and yet he'd suddenly got this incredible urge to protect Alex, even though it was only a couple of days since he'd found him. Why was it suddenly so important to make sure the man was safe and taken care of? Dammit! Dean fought against the idea, but deep down he knew that he was falling for the man he knew as Val Arntzen.
He shook his head, resisting that idea as he pushed into the room and started tearing his clothing off, littering all the way to the bathroom, where he turned the shower on hot. Climbing under the spray, Dean finally managed to stop shivering.
~~~~~~~oo(O)oo~~~~~~~
Alex had peeled off in the direction of a bar they'd spotted earlier and entered, determined that he'd get money together to buy Dean at least a coffee. He considered hustling, but after a few minutes of looking around, he saw his chance and boosted a wallet, while the owner was otherwise occupied making out with a pretty girl.
Out on the street once again, he paused to count his spoils. Two credit cards and a wad of cash made him smile, and he headed straight for an Indian restaurant he'd seen, figuring that spicy food would be good for Dean. Another ten minutes and he was heading back to the motel, a carrier bag full of food and other groceries from the local Jiffymart, a bottle of scotch, a spicy take-out and two large coffees in hand.
Entering the motel room, he put his purchases down on the table, and smiled at Dean, who was busy toweling his hair dry. "Mighty hunter returns with food for table. How're you doing?"
Dean's shower had been hot and long, and when he finally emerged, he'd wrapped himself in towels, one around his hips, another around his shoulders and one around his head. He was busy drying off when Alex walked in, and he turned around, raising an eyebrow. "Damn, dude, how the hell did you get all that?" He walked over to take the bag and peek into it. The smell of Indian food wafted around him, and he looked at Alex with a smile. "Dude, is it too early for me to say I love you?"
He sat down at the small table, digging into the bag to pull out the food. "How did you afford all this? Ooo, coffee. Now I'm really in love." Tearing off some of the bread to eat, he gave Alex a sultry look.
"It's never too soon for love," laughed Alex, grabbing the cutlery and taking some of the rice. "You can tell me any time, and I won't beat you up about it." He settled back in a chair and spooned some of the curry sauce over his rice, then sat watching Dean. "I figured that we needed funds, so I borrowed some that was lying about. A feller got careless with his wallet, if you know what I mean."
Dean took some of the chicken with the masala to pour over his rice and then helped himself to the saag paneer. Leaning back to start eating, his eyes studied the items that Alex had laid on the table for his inspection. Setting his plate down, he examined them carefully. "This might be good for a few days," he said contemptuously, tossing the credit card aside. "There isn't a chance that the guy had a pin number in his wallet, did he? We could make a cash withdrawal and then ditch the card. At least we could get that." Dean smirked and reached over, stealing a bit of chicken off Alex's plate.
"Nah, no PIN - that was the first thing I checked," responded Alex. "I figured that I had the chance to get in some groceries before he reported the card missing, so that's what I did, but I don't think it'll be good by morning. He's bound to notice." Alex smirked as he filed away the notion that Dean wasn't above a little petty larceny.
Dean nodded, sitting back, once more to eat his food. Okay. He trusted Alex on this. They would have to ditch the card in the morning. No big loss to Dean, and it was clear to Dean that the man he knew as Val had lifted more than a few wallets himself.
As Alex shook his head, Dean rose to his feet and went over to his bag to dig out some clothing. "That thing I saw - I think I know what it is. I'm just not sure what kind." He turned to face Alex. "It's a siren. They come in many forms. Some look like mermaids, others just seem like plain women. But this one... has the face of a woman but the body of a bird. I need to hit the library in the morning and find out just what that implies, and then hopefully we can find a way to destroy it, before it harms anyone else.
His companion's words had most definitely been a shock, but Dean was obviously waiting for his response, so he widened his eyes, not sure if this version of extreme possibility wasn't a little much for him to take. "A siren? You're not kidding me, are you? You really think this thing is a creature from Greek mythology? I thought that it was harpies that had women's faces and bird's bodies."
"There are several mythologies that involve Sirens," said Dean, his face turning serious. "We just need to find the right one, and logically, starting with the Greeks sounds like a good idea. And you will find out, folk tales change over the years - they mutate. Either way, there are sirens, or at least one, at the root of all this trouble, I’m convinced of that. All I know is I need to stop it."
He went back to eating, but suddenly paused, "You think your friends can do some looking too?"
"I don't see why not." Alex gave Dean a long, appraising look. "Although they'll probably laugh their asses off first. I'll give them a call."
Finished with his food, he pushed his plate to one side and laid down the fork he'd been using. "So let me recap. We've got a siren that's a bird with a woman's head dive bombing people at full moon. We need to find out what mythology she's from - presumably because that's how we'll know how to kill her. Why would she be there? What is there about that place? I think we need to research that as well, don't you?" He laughed and shook his head. "Put like that, it sounds really nuts."
"Wouldn't be the first time I've heard someone laugh at me. Most community college professors give me laughs and weird looks." Dean reached over, sipping his coffee. He set his cup down and studied his green-eyed partner. "That's right, we find the mythology, and we find a way to kill her or drive her away, whatever it takes. As to why she would be here. That is simple. Look around." He motioned at the window.
"It's out of the way. Not very busy. Small. And it seems to follow a cycle with the moon. I have a feeling things might go even deeper than that, like we’ll possibly find that there’s some yearly cycle, or maybe even longer." He pushed up from the table and went over to sit upon the bed.
Alex gathered up Dean's cell phone and punched in the numbers, waiting to hear the Gunmen pick up. When he heard the voice on the other end of the line, he smiled in slight relief - it was John Byers who had answered, and he knew that if any of them would take him seriously it would be the studious, thoughtful Byers.
Quickly explaining what he needed, he gave John the number of the cell phone and then disconnected, turning back to the table to start clearing up the debris of their meal and putting away into the small fridge the groceries he'd bought.
"Now what, sensei?" he asked.
Dean had listened as his companion had made his phone call and given his number. He might have to put these guys into his address book to keep; who knew when he might need them in the future? Connections were always good to have.
"Sensei?" Dean gave a chuckle and shook his head. "Get some sleep. I'm gonna do some research." He rose to his feet, going to his bag to pull out his own journal, then sat back down on the bed, starting to look through all the notes he'd taken, leaning into Alex for a back rest as he flipped through the pages to update some of his notes.
Alex curled himself around Dean, content to be with his lover as he worked. He was convinced that he had lucked out, although he was still getting sweats and shakes from time to time without the drugs he'd been using. He'd decided that now he was off them, he would press through the shivering and puking to get himself clean. Dean and the lifestyle he seemed to live suited Alex perfectly, and he could feel himself relaxing his guard as he grew more comfortable with the handsome younger man.
"What're you doin'?" he finally asked, nuzzling against the back of Dean's neck.
Dean found it strange how comfortable he was getting around this man. For the first time in what seemed like forever he, too, was able to let his guard down for just a while. He wondered, if he was making another mistake, the way he'd done with Cassie, but this guy wasn't running away or thinking he was nuts; in fact from what Dean had learned about the newcomer, he'd found himself a guy who actually believed in aliens.
Dean turned his head to lean it against Alex's. "Making notes. Writing you into my diary," he teased, turning to a page which had a drawing on it that was labeled 'Shadow People,' before turning the page again. "Just making some notes. It's a journal my dad taught me how to keep. He said... it helps, and it comes in handy. Call it an encyclopedia in progress. It's something that can be passed on. I have a whole lot of information I carry with me about the creatures we’ve fought. There are also... chants, spells, whatever you want to call them. I've collected spells that ward off spirits, things like exorcisms, key words you need to know to detect demons, and a bunch of stuff like that."
He leaned down and kissed Alex before going back to his book, then stopped, frowning at a note he’d made earlier. Sitting up, away from Alex, he became pensive, chewing the tip of his pen thoughtfully. "Dude... what if this siren is because of something that happened here in times gone by? What if she is really a spirit that..." He leaned back, returning to his reverie once again.
Alex caught the side of Dean's face with the palm of his hand and pressed his mouth against Dean’s, allowing him to explore the interior of his mouth, curling his tongue against Dean's. He was warm, comfortable and well fed, and he had what had to be the most beautiful man he'd ever seen sitting on the bed beside him. He wondered if he was actually dead, because this felt like heaven, and he finally decided that it couldn't possibly be heaven, because he was almost definitely bound for the other place, when his luck eventually failed, and he died.
He caught Dean's words and tried to think of whacked-out circumstances that might finish up with a siren in the back yard. "You mean like a curse or something?" he asked Dean. "Do we know when the manifestation first began?"
"Dad told me one thing I’ve never forgotten. You know that spirits don't always come back in their own forms; they mutate - they change into other forms, if they're pissed off enough. We need to find out some history of this town. Then there's murders. I have the feeling that this thing is not only feeding but also getting revenge, and not just on a single person but on the whole town."
Turning back to Alex, Dean lay back against him, closing his book and setting it aside. He turned to Alex, pulling him in close and sighing. It was then that he felt Alex trembling a little. "We aren't gonna find out anything more ‘til the morning. We might as well get some sleep." He tucked Alex's head under his chin, holding him as he used to hold Sam when they were younger, and he'd slept with his brother to protect him.
Dean had begun to wonder what he was getting himself into. This man was sexy. Delicious in many ways, and he was a great kisser. Plus he was not afraid of what Dean did, but there was also something else. He reminded him of Sam in a way he couldn't quite pinpoint. There was this underlying child in the man he knew as Val that wanted and needed the attention Dean was so used to giving. And it made him feel good to be needed... wanted by someone. His brother had already left him, and Dean suspected, fatalist that he was, that it was only a matter of time, before his Dad left him too. It was a gut feeling he had, that had been there for some time.
What really was getting to Dean was the fact he could fall in love with Val.
You knew, when you suddenly got the need to share, that you were screwed. Alex bit his lip for a moment, trying to suppress the need in him to tell Dean all about just who he was, and the things that he'd done. Lie low ‘til the feeling passes off, Krycek, he thought to himself.
Dean's arms around him suddenly felt like the best thing that had ever happened to him, and he sighed, snuggling in against the other man.
"Shouldn't be too hard to get the history of the town," he murmured against Dean's neck. "These little places always have libraries, and some of them have museums too. I'll bet this place has a museum. It's just that sort of town."
He was sleepy in a way he could rarely afford to be. He could feel himself losing focus and wondered what the next few days would bring. One thing was for sure, if he was going to stay with Dean for any length of time, he'd better come clean about his identity, because if Dean found out by accident about his duplicity, it would likely be the end of a beautiful friendship. He resolved to tell Dean when they woke up, and the last thing he thought of before sleep claimed him was just how lucky he was to have found this.
"Yeah, some small towns are so predictable," Dean's hand gently stroked Alex's back, and it seemed to help settle both of them and make them both sleepy. He moved his hand down Alex's back, passing it over one buttock then back up again. He curled a leg over Alex's, weaving their bodies tightly together.
Closing his eyes, Dean fell into a light sleep. His companion was nice and warm, and quickly helped Dean reach a deeper level of sleep than usual, but Dean's mind wouldn't shut off. He kept dreaming of that siren and of feeling himself being pulled towards it. Weirdly, there was always another voice calling him. so he would turn back, but when he would turn, he couldn't see who it was. When morning finally came, Dean was the first to open his eyes, a little surprised to find that he was still holding Val to him.
Alex was definitely not used to sleeping all night with another person; his usual MO was to fuck and run, so it was with great surprise that he realized that it was morning, and that he'd slept soundly, wrapped in Dean's embrace.
"Morning," he whispered, sleep clouding his voice, feeling a little embarrassed at being so shamelessly close. "Did you sleep?"
Dean's own eyes were laced with sleep, as was his smile. "Morning to you too." He clung tighter to Alex and his hand rubbed over the other man’s back, reflecting the gentle caresses of the night before. Dean felt he really should pull back. He should be rolling away and getting up to get dressed, but the man in his arms felt too warm and cozy, and Dean wanted to bask in the glow for just a bit longer.
"I slept; how about you?" he asked as he leaned in to kiss at Alex's neck. One hand moved down, cupping a buttock cheek and pressing them together. Dean moved his mouth up Alex's neck and along his jaw, nibbling back to his ear. "I slept very well," he whispered against Alex's ear.
“Amazingly enough, I slept like the dead.” Alex gave a throaty little moan and moved in closer to Dean. “I thought I might be kept awake, because I’m not used to sharing a bed, but either I’m too tired to cause trouble, or you’re really, really easy to sleep with.”
He turned his face in towards Dean’s, nuzzling his cheek and rasping his nose against Dean’s morning stubble. He was already feeling horny, and he nipped at the skin around Dean’s mouth, then chuckled. “Let me go take a leak, and then I’ll come back and give you the world’s best start to the day, ok?”
Dean closed his eyes, sighing contently. "You slept pretty good before too, so I'll just take the ego trip and think it's all because of me." He smirked, then released Alex with much reluctance. "If you insist," he growled, rolling onto his back. He gave another sigh and started pushing Alex out of the bed, "So hurry up, or I'm gonna have to start without you."
Laughing, Alex unwound himself from the warmth of Dean’s arms and headed for the bathroom in a hurry, quickly emptying his bladder and brushing his teeth before racing back to the bed and crawling along until he was poised above Dean. “Okay, man, I’m fit for anything now.”
Dean had watched as Alex got up to head to the bathroom, and now he shifted on the bed, moving toward the center of the cheap mattress to await his return, offering him that little sexy smile of his.
He looked up to Alex, hands going to the man's ribs just to rest there. "Anything?" he asked, before their lips collided, and he could taste the toothpaste still remaining in Alex's sweet mouth.
Lowering himself until he was hovering over Dean, Alex kissed him, open mouthed and sloppy, his tongue seeking out the slick warmth behind Dean’s lush lips, finding and curling around his lover’s tongue with his own. His hands trailed over Dean’s sleep-warmed skin, pausing to pinch a nipple before sliding downwards, until one of them gripped a hip, and the other hovered over Dean’s swelling dick, palming it then moving lower to cup and tickle his balls. “Looks like you’ve got a bit of a swelling here. Think I should get a doctor?”
Dean’s body jerked at the pinch. "Ahh, you're such a tease," he murmured, voice hoarse. He thrust his hips up against Alex, then chuckled, "A doctor huh?" he asked. "I hate hospitals. Maybe you should just give me the once-over yourself and save me from hospital hell." Dean caressed Alex's back as he spoke.
"Oh, at least once," grinned Alex, bending to lick a line from Dean's neck to his navel. "We can't be too thorough, when it comes to your health." He paused to play in Dean's belly button, licking around it and smirking when Dean bucked his hips a little to remind him what lay below. "Patience, patience, beautiful. We can't just check out one or two parts; we have to check out every little bit."
He moved down, nibbling along one of Dean's thighs, watching as his balls drew up, the fine skin crinkling as his breath tickled them. "You are one fine man, you know that?"
"Of course I am," Dean smirked again before running his fingers through Alex's hair. "Takes one to know one." He pushed his hips up again, seeking contact.
Dean looked down at Alex, his stomach trembling under the licks. His teeth clenched and he hissed out a breath as Alex started teasing once more. "Never been one to have too much patience," he said, smiling ruefully. He squirmed restlessly, but Alex's body was keeping his movements limited.
"Guess I'll have to teach you, then." Alex snickered, low and dirty, bending to lick Dean's balls before returning his attention to his inner thigh. "You're worth it."
He licked along the inside of Dean's thigh, lifting his leg and pulling his knee out so that every part of Dean was exposed. "You're hot, too."
Swooping down, he began to paint Dean's cock with his tongue, playing over it with little licks and kisses, swirling his tongue around the ridge at the base of its crown and chuckling as Dean attempted to buck into the caress.
Dean couldn't help the little moans escaping him, or the trembling in his legs and his stomach as Alex continued to tease him with that all too talented tongue. He shook his head, trying not to agree with the man. He'd never felt like he was worth it. To him, it was obvious that his family didn't think so.
Dean's hips bucked up; he seemed completely unable to stop them from doing so. That flat lick at his cock, followed by the little nibbles and kisses, the tease around his rim, all had Dean wanting to babble words he might regret later. He reached a hand down, scraping blunt nails through Alex's dark hair. "Val, you're too good at this," he groaned. He could not tear his eyes away from how Alex was working him.
With his free hand, Dean held his legs open, loving how that made Alex look, down between his legs.
There was fear in Alex's heart, and the blinding smile he sent to Dean from his position between Dean’s widely spread legs was pure bravado. The feelings that clamored for acknowledgement were all too real and deeply rooted for him to be able to deny them any more. He smiled down at Dean, rather more tenderly than he meant to and bent to suck on the cock he was holding in his hand, taking it in as deeply as he could.
"I thought I wanted to make you scream with need, but now, all of a sudden, I just want to watch you come, over and over and over again. Is that a sickness?" Pulling back for a moment, Alex beamed another smile at Dean, and then he dove down again and began to work Dean's cock hard.
Dean made a little face, "Making me scream could be a bad thing, you know. These walls are paper thin, and I really don't think it's the wake-up call people are asking for." He smirked momentarily, but then his head dropped back, and for that moment he was no longer able to think anything coherent. Alex's warm mouth dove down upon him, engulfed him, and he shivered, legs shaking as lips touched down to the base of his cock then slid back up. Dean found it hard to believe that the Mulder guy Val had told him about could possibly have given this up without a fight. He groaned deeply, fingers tightening in his lover's hair.
"Shit," he groaned out, neck arching as his head pressed back against the pillows, and his spine bowed. "Then... ahhh... I must be sick too." Dean felt his insides tighten as Alex kept moving, giving him the best blow job he had felt in a long time. He had to release Alex's hair, fearing he would hurt him. "You keep doing this... I'm gonna... too quickly."
"Point taken about the walls," husked Alex. "Does that mean I need to gag you?" He chuckled, sliding back down over Dean’s slick, quivering cock and working it as hard as he could. "I can do that whenever you want," he murmured.
Pausing to suck his fingers and moisten them, he returned to his task of sucking at Dean, but his fingers began to probe down between his buttocks, pressing and teasing as he sought for entry there.
Dean gave a desperate laugh that rapidly changed into a moan. "I'll... keep that in mind... ahhhgod!" He let out another groan, a little louder than before, and he had the feeling he might need to cover his vocalizations with a pillow very soon. He felt as if his mind was going to explode, felt fingers pushing, probing ‘til they found his entrance and started to slip inside him. His hips tried to lift up, but all Val’s weight would really allow him to do was move his legs, spread them wider and moan.
He was scared shitless that he had allowed himself to fall for this man, but he'd already begun to care, and how on earth could he stop something that was already pretty much a fait accomplis?
Alex had purchased lube and condoms when he'd hit the supermarket the night before, and now he began to slick himself up and work a little of the slippery lotion into Dean.
"I love fucking in the morning," he murmured, lazily mouthing the head of Dean's cock as he concentrated. "It's always more relaxed and feels better. It sets me up for the day."
Dean couldn't help the slight pucker as the lotion touched his skin in that area, but soon he was relaxing into the motion of fingers slicking him up. "So I'm finding out, will have to put this down in my... journal... Sex, morning, big bonus..." He groaned deeply as his whole body gave a shudder, amazed at how this man made him feel.
Rolling the condom into place on his own, stiff dick, Alex sucked Dean down hard, feeling the leaking crown slide over his palate to bump against the back of his throat. His fingers were now sliding freely in and out of Dean's ass, each time delving a little deeper. As Alex felt Dean's excitement grow, he suddenly pulled away
Alex had stopped for a moment, and Dean lifted his head in wonder, then saw the reason. A condom. He gave a smirk, throwing his head back once more as that talented mouth covered him and fingers slipped inside, finding their way easily. He was panting harder, shifting his hips with need, and Alex stopped moving yet again. Dean was about to make a very vocal protest, when Alex asked his question.
"Ready?" Alex looked up at Dean. "Cos, ready or not, here I come."
Kneeling up, he pulled Dean's legs up ‘til they were resting on his shoulders and began to slide his cock inside the tight, slippery channel of Dean's ass.
"Ready?" Dean had that look on his face that told Alex that was a silly question. Folded nearly in half, he winced a little as Alex started to push in, but the expression soon passed as pleasure quickly replaced the initial burn, and he moaned when the crown of Alex's dick rubbed past his gland. All of a sudden, he found himself letting out sounds the like of which he hadn't made in a very long time.
Pressing slowly into Dean, Alex bit his lip to keep from groaning. He shuddered, feeling the heat of Dean surround him as the silky tissues clasped his dick. "Ah, fuck," he breathed, pressing down so that he could kiss Dean's mouth. "You feel so incredibly fucking wonderful. I may move in and never leave."
He waited, sunk to the depths in Dean's ass, letting Dean adjust to the unfamiliar stretching. "Gonna fuck you," he whispered, his voice husky with the strain of holding still. "Tell me when you're ready. Tell me when you want it, and I'll give it to you good."
Dean leaned up into the kiss, stretching his neck so he could meet those lips. He groaned into Alex's mouth, drawing in the other man's breath as he inhaled. His eyes turned glassy, "Move in? To what? My car?" As ever Dean joked, avoiding what he really wanted to say.
"Move into your ass, doof!" Alex kissed him gently, then again, harder this time, tongue stroking over his pretty lips before sliding inside. "Stay right here, like this, forever, because... because I've never felt quite so good before."
The wait seemed like forever, Dean's ass throbbing with the feel of stretched muscles and skin. He wetted his too-dry lips, and his toes flexed in anticipation. Finally, he gave a nod to Alex's husky whisper, "Fuck me, Val. Make it all I can think about all day."
Alex started to move, gritting his teeth as he fought his own body's desire to pound away ‘til he came, cock pulling out slowly and then sliding gently back, pressing home until he was so deep inside that his balls pressed up against Dean's buttocks. "I'll make it exactly that. You're gonna have to stand up to do your research, beautiful, because your ass is going to feel like I'm still in there."
His hands gripped Dean's thighs, and he moved a little faster now, straightening up so he could take hold of Dean's cock and work it, eyes fixed on Dean's as he did so. "I want to watch your face when you come. I want to see what I’m doing to you roll over you and flatten you out."
Dean reached for those lips again, returning the long, gentle kiss with a passion that seemed to set them both on fire. His hands gripped Alex's strong arms, gripping as he fought to breathe in his curled-up position. Alex felt filling and wonderful, and just having him like this had Dean wanting him even more.
The slow withdrawal had the young hunter groaning, squeezing the arm muscles he held, only to release them again, flexing his fingers as he felt Alex's balls pressing to his skin. "Good reason," was all he could manage to say. If for any reason he did have to stand, his body would know about it, and it would be the best of all reasons for him to hurt. Fun times.
The bed was rocking now, tapping at the wall, and Dean put his hands over his head to press them to the headboard, so he wouldn't slide. He didn't want to end up shoved up against the headboard and gradually lose contact with Alex. And even now, he was still trying to figure out what it was about this man that made him want, nearly need him. He was afraid that deep down inside he knew the answer to that.
Teeth clenched, body trembled, cock twitched and leaked in his lover's hand. "Won't have to wait long... ahhh shit," he growled as his whole body bucked.
Alex watched Dean, wanting to see him come apart, loving the way his mouth fell loose-lipped and desperate, and his eyes lost focus as his passion mounted. He was starting to feel the tickles of approaching orgasm himself, and he speeded up his movements, bucking and thrusting in fiercely as he tried to force himself just another fraction deeper, harder, more inside of Dean.
"Can't keep it going," he panted, words gritted out through desperate intakes of breath. "God, Dean, you..."
Dean's body rocked willingly against Alex’s, as if addicted to the mere touch and feel of the man deep inside him. His head thrashed, fingers curling for a tighter grip, if it were only possible, and he started to feel his body tighten up.
With a short, choked-off cry, and a tensing of his body, Dean released, spilling his come onto Alex's hand and over himself. His eyes were closed tightly, lips parted from the cry he'd made, before he fell back, temporarily dead to the world. He closed his mouth quickly to hold back the words that were trying to reach the tip of his tongue, words he feared he would never be able to take back, if they once managed to escape.
Alex followed Dean down, muscles cracking with the tension in his body, heart thumping so loudly that it seemed it was attempting to fight its way out of his chest as his cock pulsed jet after jet of thick white cream.
He couldn't believe how incredible Dean looked, teeth sunk hard into his lower lip as he was rocked by an ecstasy that appeared to be so sweet it was almost painful. He felt a twisting in his heart, and he suddenly knew that he was hooked, and that either he should take off and run right now, or end up needing Dean the way his body needed oxygen.
He was afraid that it was too late, and that he already did. He also knew that he didn't want to run, that he would embrace this weird new profession as a ghostbuster, just because he didn't want to let Dean go.
Falling forward, he buried his face into Dean's neck, inhaling the warm scent of his new lover and wishing that the moment could last forever.
Dean turned his head in to Alex, locking them together tenderly. His hands moved, going to rest around his lover. He lowered his legs as much as he could, while Alex was still buried deep inside him. Dean wanted to bask in this for a while, already the ache was warming him, even better than a fresh cup of coffee would. Dean could get used to feeling like this first thing in the morning.
"Dude, someone is gonna have to move, because I need a cup of java, before I fall back to sleep in this warmth," he murmured at last and started pushing Alex gently, trying to roll them to their sides and to get Alex to dislodge from him. "Need a shower too, gotta get to the library as soon as possible and find out about that critter from last night." He grabbed Alex's chin and kissed him deeply before pulling back, "Now get off me, before I get a stick out."
"Yessir, massa boss!" Alex chuckled. He'd been so close to falling back to sleep himself that he knew exactly what Dean meant. "And coffee sounds like a really good idea.”
He slowly pulled himself away from Dean, feeling a little pang as they separated. "The library sounds good," he said. "It'll give us a bit of background, I hope." Pushing himself up to sitting, he studied Dean. "You're having a weird effect on me, man."
Dean made a face as Alex withdrew, but then he rolled from the bed and sat up. He was a mess, but it felt like the very best kind of mess to him. His body ached in a good way, and with a nice, hot shower it would feel even better. He glanced back to Alex, giving him a puzzled look.
"What? What do you mean weird effect? Like in the, 'I'm feeling really good,' effect or the, 'What the fuck did I just do' effect?'" He pushed up, "You know what, never mind that I asked that. Don't think I wanna know the answer." He went into the bathroom, closing the door and started the shower.
Dean kept telling himself he shouldn't get attached. He couldn't. It was dangerous. Even if Alex understood what he did, Dean couldn't risk his lover’s life like that. He decided that when this hunt was done he had to cut loose, had to break away, before he got too attached, and then as he was staring at the mirror, looking back at himself, Dean suddenly knew... It was too late, and the hurt in his eyes was already showing.
Similar thoughts were flickering through Alex’s mind, but by the time it was his turn in the bathroom he had regained his game face, and he was no longer feeling as if he would blurt out his feelings for Dean. He couldn't stop looking at him, though; couldn't take his eyes off the lean, strong body and the handsome face.
He washed and shaved quickly and was ready to go by the time Dean was. Heading out, he gave Dean a loving smile. "Coffee first, I guess, and lots of it. That must be where you get your tan!"
~~~~~~~oo(O)oo~~~~~~~
End of Part 7
Part 7: “Melt Into My Ocean”
Authors: art_of_mayhem and candygramme
Rated: NC17 for boy on boy sex
Pairing: Dean Winchester/Alex Krycek
Spoilers: none
Warning: Slash
Word count: 9,152
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 rescues Alex from the missile silo, our intrepid triple agent accompanies Dean on one of his missions.
The quoted song is “Burn For Me,” by Echo and the Bunnymen.
The beautiful icon is by myhappyface, for which much thanks.
One night, you'll see
The moon and stars in motion
One night, your sea
Will melt into my ocean
It was almost completely dark, but there was still a low light in the sky over on the horizon, and the moon hung above them, almost full. Alex turned to watch as Dean locked the door to their room and then turned to walk alongside him, shoulder to shoulder, comfortable in the silence.
The water shone in the moonlight, close to still, with the mere suggestion of ripples when the slight breeze blew. The evening was warm, and there were insects fluttering around the lamps that shone at regular intervals along the footpath. The two men made their way to the water’s edge, hearing nothing save for the soft lapping of water and the rustling of leaves as they went.
“Do you suppose that we’ll actually see or hear anything?” Alex’s voice was soft, husky in the quiet of the evening. “It’d be a bit of a coincidence, if we walked straight into it, wouldn’t it?”
As they walked along, Dean's keen eyes scanned the water, looking for any unusual wave or ripple that might suddenly appear. At times, he could feel Alex's shoulder bump his, and feeling a little giddy and rather like a schoolboy, he swatted at a bug that flew near his face, missed his footing, and tripped up on the raised bricks at the edge of the water, falling on his ass and laughing ruefully. Getting up once more and crouching down at the water's edge, Dean sighed and shook his head.
"It's hard to tell. Sometimes this kind of thing doesn't show for days. Other times, we could get lucky." He looked up at the moon, "If it's to do with feeding cycles as I suspect, then we are close to the time it’s likely to occur. I really need to see the pattern of when the attacks started before. It'd confirm things, if they began a few days before the full moon."
He stood back up and looked around. "That looks like a trail; lets check it out," Pulling out his light stick, he switched it on.
The two of them turned to follow the trail that wound along the edge of the lake. They soon left the lights of the harbor behind and made the path that threaded its way among the trees and bushes that formed a thickly wooded mass. Picnic areas, silent and abandoned in the moonlight, dotted the trail, and the occasional sound of a night bird broke the gentle silence as they moved along.
"The old guy said everything went silent, before the screaming started," said Alex. "There's too much noise going on at the moment, but I guess he was about here when it started. You want to sit and wait a little, or keep walking?"
Dean looked about, the sea birds were flying high in the still black sky, calling as they made their way to roost, and there was a slight breeze from the lake, carrying with it the scent of the water. He looked down at the bench, moving to sit there, then changed his mind and climbed up to perch on the table. "Sure, why not. I haven't had a late night chat with anyone in a long time. It helps pass the time while waiting for a scary thing to reach out and grab us in the dark." His mind traveled back in time, missing the conversations he used to have with his brother, while his dad was out, scouting around.
Dean looked at his watch, "Not past midnight yet, and usually these things happen around that time." He looked sideways at Alex. "So when you worked with your partner, what was the worst thing you ever saw?"
"We were up against a man who could plant whatever he wanted you to see into your mind. He could come and go without being seen." Alex thought back to the final moments with Coles, and shivered. "It doesn't sound too bad, does it, but he was killing people. He could just cloud peoples' minds and kill and then move on without anyone knowing he'd been there." He paused for a few moments, the memories in his mind very real. "And of course there was a guy who really thought he'd been abducted by aliens. He was completely mad."
He gave Dean a brief smile. "How about you. I bet you've seen some much creepier stuff than I have."
Dean lounged at his ease, listening to Alex as he looked out over the water, idly watching as it lapped at the rocky shore. "Sounds like hypnosis or some shit like that," he said, lips pursed as he mused. "Although I've heard of shadow demons that could do that sort of thing." He glanced over to the man next to him. "And that sounds like either my mom took too many drugs in the 60's or maybe not enough," he added, with a chuckle.
"I saw a striga when I was ten I think. It's like a... I don't know, witch or something. It's a filthy creature that looks old, and it sucks the life force from children; then there's poltergeists, nasty ones, bunches of spirits, ghosts, I could go on forever... But no aliens - not so far, anyway." He shook his head. "Kid shouldn't grow up seeing those kinds of things, you know."
Dean suddenly looked down for a moment, alert all at once. "You hear that?" Dean lifted his head and looked about. "It's silent."
Alex frowned and sat up straight, rising to his feet and heading over towards the edge of the water to look out. A cloud passed across the moon as he did so, extinguishing the bright, silvery light and plunging them temporarily into shadow. As he peered out across the water, he wondered, if the sudden chill playing along his spine was imaginary, or if somehow his body was responding to some strange kind of peril.
He checked his watch and noted that it was a little short of midnight and turned to mutter, "Scary movie cliché, don't you think?" to Dean. As he stood watching for whatever might be out there, the moon reappeared, hanging fat and yellow in the star-sprinkled sky. "Well, so much for the atmospheric creepiness," he snorted. "Missed your chance."
As he was about to turn back to Dean, the sound suddenly came - a low, bubbling sound that welled up to an unearthly scream.
Dean pushed up from where he was sitting, intending to follow Alex to the shore line. He glanced up at the moon before looking out across the water. The hairs on the back of his neck were prickling, and there was something in the air. Alarm bells were going off in his mind as his early warning system for this kind of phenomenon kicked in to raise his hackles and start the goosebumps standing up.
He didn't even answer Alex about missing their chance, because he knew better. Just as the low sound was building, Dean drew his gun, covering at least one of his ears while trying to look for the source. Without thinking he started running in the direction it was coming from, instinct telling him not to escape, but rather to seek and kill.
"Whoa, hold on a minute, Dean." Alex caught hold of his companion's shoulder and held him back. "Are you nuts? You can't get out there without some sort of boat." He cast about, looking along the water's edge for something to row out in but could see nothing. "You want to swim?" He looked dubiously at the calm expanse of the lake, and began to throw his jacket off.
In the distance, the screams continued, louder and more heartbreaking with every second that passed.
Dean stopped, looking back to Alex, blinking as he did so. "Huh?" he asked, still scanning the lake. The sound was near heart-wrenching, and Dean felt the urge to go, felt the cries pulling at him. He paused, felt the talisman about his neck seem to get heavier, suddenly weighing him down and making him feel lead-footed and heavy. He grabbed hold of Alex, "No, no swimming. We need a boat."
He started pulling Alex along, heading back up the shore line as he tugged at him. "We need something else too." He dug around in his pockets and found what he was seeking, pulling them out, "Here, earplugs. You take them." He shoved them over at Alex, and then gave a grunt of satisfaction as he spotted a little rowing boat tied to a post on the shore line.
The screams were more subdued now, a strange, wailing ululation that seemed to throb in the air. Alex scrambled into the boat and grabbed the oars, beginning to paddle as Dean cast off.
"Better tell me which way to go," he murmured, pulling the oars hard and causing the little boat to slide forward through the water. "The earplugs are working, but I can still hear it a little. It's almost like there are words in there - like it's trying to tell us something."
The stars were out, twinkling frostily in the great cavern of the sky, and the water was like hematite under the boat. The strange sounds seemed to damp down the very motion of the wavelets on the water, and Alex rowed hard, waiting for Dean to tell him what to do next.
Dean dropped the rope before sitting down, "Go ahead and to the right, around that rock formation over there." He shouted out his orders, pointing as well to make sure his partner understood.
Green eyes peered, trying to see into the night, barely listening to Alex's words. He didn't have any earplugs, because there had only been one set, and the amulet about his neck was starting to weigh him down, heavier and somehow hotter under his nervous touch.
"Try and make out what it is. Can you see anything?" Dean didn't turn back as he spoke; his eyes were still searching the water, desperately trying to see what was making the sound. He suddenly held up his hand to indicate that Alex should stop rowing. He reached behind himself, pulling the gun out, thumb flipping the safety off as he did so.
Dean shifted his gaze down to the water, before returning his eyes to Alex, "The water." He pointed down. The tide was rushing in, and the water should have been carrying them back toward the docks, but the boat was slowly drifting forward with no aid from Alex or Dean. Dean quickly started patting himself down and finally drew out a small mag-flashlight with a murmur of triumph, twisting it on as he held it under his gun to illuminate their surroundings.
"What the fuck...?" Alex shipped the oars and frowned as the boat gathered speed, heading in the direction that Dean had indicated. "Guess I don't need to row after all." He turned round, peering into the distance, trying to see where they were heading. "I hope that this isn't going to wreck us. The old boy said that the wrecks occurred the day after the screams were heard, didn't he? Not the actual day of the screams."
Dean was nearly hanging over the edge of the boat; still looking about, while Alex was putting the oars up. He shook his head at Alex, "I don't think so," he murmured. There was a movement hazily caught from the corner of his eye, and Dean glanced back, thinking he'd seen something, but not sure exactly what it could be.
There was a sudden sound, and as Dean whipped around, he found himself falling onto Alex, knocking him down flat as something scraped against him. With a yell, he went tumbling out of the boat, hitting the water on his back before going under.
"Jesus!" Alex grabbed one of the oars and hung over the stern, holding it out. "Grab a hold of this, Dean! Quickly." He reached to try and grasp Dean's jacket, succeeding in yanking him to the surface but totally unable to haul him aboard. "What the hell happened? I thought you didn't want to swim."
Dean was coughing as he reached the surface, gasping for air, his hands grabbing for the side of the boat. "You didn't see that thing?" He was trying to catch his breath, still looking around, desperately trying to locate his attacker. "Big. Huge, black. Wings and..." He made a face. "I think it scratched me." His jacket was torn, Alex noticed, and there was red welling up to stain the edges of the rip.
Dean grabbed the edge of the dinghy and lifted his leg, trying to climb back in. "Help me in. I lost my gun." he grabbed for anything he thought might help him get back into the boat, and Alex jumped.
"Careful, or you'll have us both in the drink," Alex moved over to balance the boat, hanging over the other side. "Okay, now try, but be careful."
A dark shape flew over, missing Alex narrowly as he ducked, and he swore, breathing a sigh of relief as he saw Dean tumble into the bottom of the boat. "Thank goodness, man, I thought you were gonna be swimming behind the boat all the way back to land. He grabbed at the oars and sat waiting to see if he could score a direct hit with one, if the creature tried to buzz them again. "Here! Take my gun; it's yours anyway. I'll try for a direct hit with this."
Dean rolled his ass into the boat, dripping with water. From where he sat, he could see the dark shape fly overhead, and he just stared for a moment. Shit. The thing was big... Absolutely enormous... and it looked like a bird, but the head... He stared at the head, finding it really hard to believe his own eyes.
The head was human.
Dean grabbed for the gun, "Just row us back to shore. I don't think this is going to do the job." He swallowed, shivering from the cold water. It seemed to Dean that the water in the Great Lakes was always fucking freezing. "But I think I have an idea now what we are up against." He managed to get himself seated on one of the benches again, looking up, prepared for another attack.
"Did you see it?" Alex started to row, pulling the boat around so that it was pointing back towards the shore and putting his back into it as he rowed hard and fast to try to break out of the current that had been dragging them closer and closer to the rocks where the other boats had perished. "What was it? All I saw was a big bird of some sort."
The current seemed suddenly to stop its tugging, and the boat hurtled back towards land, Dean still shivering as he sat huddled in the stern with his teeth chattering. The sounds had stopped, and the lake was placid once more, calm and quiet. As the keel grated on the pebbles at the lakeside, Alex leaped out to secure it and help Dean to land. "Come on, let's get you back so that you’re warm and dry."
Dean didn't answer Alex; all he could do was shiver, trying to keep his teeth from rattling together too loudly. He was looking back toward the rocks and what they were rowing away from. This wasn't going to be easy - but then, Dean couldn't remember when any of his jobs had ever been easy.
With Alex's help, he climbed out of the boat, shivering still. If anything his tremors had gotten worse. He nodded to Alex, "Warm and dry sounds good about now, and a hot cup of coffee would be spiffy too."
“Hot coffee, check!” Alex took Dean’s arm and started to jog back along the trail towards the motel. “Best get you indoors first, and into a hot shower. Then I’ll go foraging for any beverage you think will help.” He chuckled as Dean picked up the pace, and the two of them broke into a full on run.
The motel soon appeared in the distance, and Alex turned to Dean as they ran. “You gonna make it the rest of the way alone? I’ll go find you some coffee, if you like.”
Dean had glanced back now and again as he jogged beside Alex, fearful that the creature might follow them back, although everything seemed quiet, and the screams had stopped. He began to run faster, breaking into a sprint, because all he could think about was a hot shower. As the motel came into view he slowed to a trot, sucking in a huff of air and studying Alex once again, gauging his sincerity. "Yeah, I can get there," he nodded.
He made for the room, looking back at Alex as his companion tore off in the direction of the town. Frowning, he turned away and headed for their room. What was it about that man that had Dean all twisted up inside? He hadn't been close to any chance-met fuck or felt this way about anyone else except his family, ever, and yet he'd suddenly got this incredible urge to protect Alex, even though it was only a couple of days since he'd found him. Why was it suddenly so important to make sure the man was safe and taken care of? Dammit! Dean fought against the idea, but deep down he knew that he was falling for the man he knew as Val Arntzen.
He shook his head, resisting that idea as he pushed into the room and started tearing his clothing off, littering all the way to the bathroom, where he turned the shower on hot. Climbing under the spray, Dean finally managed to stop shivering.
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Alex had peeled off in the direction of a bar they'd spotted earlier and entered, determined that he'd get money together to buy Dean at least a coffee. He considered hustling, but after a few minutes of looking around, he saw his chance and boosted a wallet, while the owner was otherwise occupied making out with a pretty girl.
Out on the street once again, he paused to count his spoils. Two credit cards and a wad of cash made him smile, and he headed straight for an Indian restaurant he'd seen, figuring that spicy food would be good for Dean. Another ten minutes and he was heading back to the motel, a carrier bag full of food and other groceries from the local Jiffymart, a bottle of scotch, a spicy take-out and two large coffees in hand.
Entering the motel room, he put his purchases down on the table, and smiled at Dean, who was busy toweling his hair dry. "Mighty hunter returns with food for table. How're you doing?"
Dean's shower had been hot and long, and when he finally emerged, he'd wrapped himself in towels, one around his hips, another around his shoulders and one around his head. He was busy drying off when Alex walked in, and he turned around, raising an eyebrow. "Damn, dude, how the hell did you get all that?" He walked over to take the bag and peek into it. The smell of Indian food wafted around him, and he looked at Alex with a smile. "Dude, is it too early for me to say I love you?"
He sat down at the small table, digging into the bag to pull out the food. "How did you afford all this? Ooo, coffee. Now I'm really in love." Tearing off some of the bread to eat, he gave Alex a sultry look.
"It's never too soon for love," laughed Alex, grabbing the cutlery and taking some of the rice. "You can tell me any time, and I won't beat you up about it." He settled back in a chair and spooned some of the curry sauce over his rice, then sat watching Dean. "I figured that we needed funds, so I borrowed some that was lying about. A feller got careless with his wallet, if you know what I mean."
Dean took some of the chicken with the masala to pour over his rice and then helped himself to the saag paneer. Leaning back to start eating, his eyes studied the items that Alex had laid on the table for his inspection. Setting his plate down, he examined them carefully. "This might be good for a few days," he said contemptuously, tossing the credit card aside. "There isn't a chance that the guy had a pin number in his wallet, did he? We could make a cash withdrawal and then ditch the card. At least we could get that." Dean smirked and reached over, stealing a bit of chicken off Alex's plate.
"Nah, no PIN - that was the first thing I checked," responded Alex. "I figured that I had the chance to get in some groceries before he reported the card missing, so that's what I did, but I don't think it'll be good by morning. He's bound to notice." Alex smirked as he filed away the notion that Dean wasn't above a little petty larceny.
Dean nodded, sitting back, once more to eat his food. Okay. He trusted Alex on this. They would have to ditch the card in the morning. No big loss to Dean, and it was clear to Dean that the man he knew as Val had lifted more than a few wallets himself.
As Alex shook his head, Dean rose to his feet and went over to his bag to dig out some clothing. "That thing I saw - I think I know what it is. I'm just not sure what kind." He turned to face Alex. "It's a siren. They come in many forms. Some look like mermaids, others just seem like plain women. But this one... has the face of a woman but the body of a bird. I need to hit the library in the morning and find out just what that implies, and then hopefully we can find a way to destroy it, before it harms anyone else.
His companion's words had most definitely been a shock, but Dean was obviously waiting for his response, so he widened his eyes, not sure if this version of extreme possibility wasn't a little much for him to take. "A siren? You're not kidding me, are you? You really think this thing is a creature from Greek mythology? I thought that it was harpies that had women's faces and bird's bodies."
"There are several mythologies that involve Sirens," said Dean, his face turning serious. "We just need to find the right one, and logically, starting with the Greeks sounds like a good idea. And you will find out, folk tales change over the years - they mutate. Either way, there are sirens, or at least one, at the root of all this trouble, I’m convinced of that. All I know is I need to stop it."
He went back to eating, but suddenly paused, "You think your friends can do some looking too?"
"I don't see why not." Alex gave Dean a long, appraising look. "Although they'll probably laugh their asses off first. I'll give them a call."
Finished with his food, he pushed his plate to one side and laid down the fork he'd been using. "So let me recap. We've got a siren that's a bird with a woman's head dive bombing people at full moon. We need to find out what mythology she's from - presumably because that's how we'll know how to kill her. Why would she be there? What is there about that place? I think we need to research that as well, don't you?" He laughed and shook his head. "Put like that, it sounds really nuts."
"Wouldn't be the first time I've heard someone laugh at me. Most community college professors give me laughs and weird looks." Dean reached over, sipping his coffee. He set his cup down and studied his green-eyed partner. "That's right, we find the mythology, and we find a way to kill her or drive her away, whatever it takes. As to why she would be here. That is simple. Look around." He motioned at the window.
"It's out of the way. Not very busy. Small. And it seems to follow a cycle with the moon. I have a feeling things might go even deeper than that, like we’ll possibly find that there’s some yearly cycle, or maybe even longer." He pushed up from the table and went over to sit upon the bed.
Alex gathered up Dean's cell phone and punched in the numbers, waiting to hear the Gunmen pick up. When he heard the voice on the other end of the line, he smiled in slight relief - it was John Byers who had answered, and he knew that if any of them would take him seriously it would be the studious, thoughtful Byers.
Quickly explaining what he needed, he gave John the number of the cell phone and then disconnected, turning back to the table to start clearing up the debris of their meal and putting away into the small fridge the groceries he'd bought.
"Now what, sensei?" he asked.
Dean had listened as his companion had made his phone call and given his number. He might have to put these guys into his address book to keep; who knew when he might need them in the future? Connections were always good to have.
"Sensei?" Dean gave a chuckle and shook his head. "Get some sleep. I'm gonna do some research." He rose to his feet, going to his bag to pull out his own journal, then sat back down on the bed, starting to look through all the notes he'd taken, leaning into Alex for a back rest as he flipped through the pages to update some of his notes.
Alex curled himself around Dean, content to be with his lover as he worked. He was convinced that he had lucked out, although he was still getting sweats and shakes from time to time without the drugs he'd been using. He'd decided that now he was off them, he would press through the shivering and puking to get himself clean. Dean and the lifestyle he seemed to live suited Alex perfectly, and he could feel himself relaxing his guard as he grew more comfortable with the handsome younger man.
"What're you doin'?" he finally asked, nuzzling against the back of Dean's neck.
Dean found it strange how comfortable he was getting around this man. For the first time in what seemed like forever he, too, was able to let his guard down for just a while. He wondered, if he was making another mistake, the way he'd done with Cassie, but this guy wasn't running away or thinking he was nuts; in fact from what Dean had learned about the newcomer, he'd found himself a guy who actually believed in aliens.
Dean turned his head to lean it against Alex's. "Making notes. Writing you into my diary," he teased, turning to a page which had a drawing on it that was labeled 'Shadow People,' before turning the page again. "Just making some notes. It's a journal my dad taught me how to keep. He said... it helps, and it comes in handy. Call it an encyclopedia in progress. It's something that can be passed on. I have a whole lot of information I carry with me about the creatures we’ve fought. There are also... chants, spells, whatever you want to call them. I've collected spells that ward off spirits, things like exorcisms, key words you need to know to detect demons, and a bunch of stuff like that."
He leaned down and kissed Alex before going back to his book, then stopped, frowning at a note he’d made earlier. Sitting up, away from Alex, he became pensive, chewing the tip of his pen thoughtfully. "Dude... what if this siren is because of something that happened here in times gone by? What if she is really a spirit that..." He leaned back, returning to his reverie once again.
Alex caught the side of Dean's face with the palm of his hand and pressed his mouth against Dean’s, allowing him to explore the interior of his mouth, curling his tongue against Dean's. He was warm, comfortable and well fed, and he had what had to be the most beautiful man he'd ever seen sitting on the bed beside him. He wondered if he was actually dead, because this felt like heaven, and he finally decided that it couldn't possibly be heaven, because he was almost definitely bound for the other place, when his luck eventually failed, and he died.
He caught Dean's words and tried to think of whacked-out circumstances that might finish up with a siren in the back yard. "You mean like a curse or something?" he asked Dean. "Do we know when the manifestation first began?"
"Dad told me one thing I’ve never forgotten. You know that spirits don't always come back in their own forms; they mutate - they change into other forms, if they're pissed off enough. We need to find out some history of this town. Then there's murders. I have the feeling that this thing is not only feeding but also getting revenge, and not just on a single person but on the whole town."
Turning back to Alex, Dean lay back against him, closing his book and setting it aside. He turned to Alex, pulling him in close and sighing. It was then that he felt Alex trembling a little. "We aren't gonna find out anything more ‘til the morning. We might as well get some sleep." He tucked Alex's head under his chin, holding him as he used to hold Sam when they were younger, and he'd slept with his brother to protect him.
Dean had begun to wonder what he was getting himself into. This man was sexy. Delicious in many ways, and he was a great kisser. Plus he was not afraid of what Dean did, but there was also something else. He reminded him of Sam in a way he couldn't quite pinpoint. There was this underlying child in the man he knew as Val that wanted and needed the attention Dean was so used to giving. And it made him feel good to be needed... wanted by someone. His brother had already left him, and Dean suspected, fatalist that he was, that it was only a matter of time, before his Dad left him too. It was a gut feeling he had, that had been there for some time.
What really was getting to Dean was the fact he could fall in love with Val.
You knew, when you suddenly got the need to share, that you were screwed. Alex bit his lip for a moment, trying to suppress the need in him to tell Dean all about just who he was, and the things that he'd done. Lie low ‘til the feeling passes off, Krycek, he thought to himself.
Dean's arms around him suddenly felt like the best thing that had ever happened to him, and he sighed, snuggling in against the other man.
"Shouldn't be too hard to get the history of the town," he murmured against Dean's neck. "These little places always have libraries, and some of them have museums too. I'll bet this place has a museum. It's just that sort of town."
He was sleepy in a way he could rarely afford to be. He could feel himself losing focus and wondered what the next few days would bring. One thing was for sure, if he was going to stay with Dean for any length of time, he'd better come clean about his identity, because if Dean found out by accident about his duplicity, it would likely be the end of a beautiful friendship. He resolved to tell Dean when they woke up, and the last thing he thought of before sleep claimed him was just how lucky he was to have found this.
"Yeah, some small towns are so predictable," Dean's hand gently stroked Alex's back, and it seemed to help settle both of them and make them both sleepy. He moved his hand down Alex's back, passing it over one buttock then back up again. He curled a leg over Alex's, weaving their bodies tightly together.
Closing his eyes, Dean fell into a light sleep. His companion was nice and warm, and quickly helped Dean reach a deeper level of sleep than usual, but Dean's mind wouldn't shut off. He kept dreaming of that siren and of feeling himself being pulled towards it. Weirdly, there was always another voice calling him. so he would turn back, but when he would turn, he couldn't see who it was. When morning finally came, Dean was the first to open his eyes, a little surprised to find that he was still holding Val to him.
Alex was definitely not used to sleeping all night with another person; his usual MO was to fuck and run, so it was with great surprise that he realized that it was morning, and that he'd slept soundly, wrapped in Dean's embrace.
"Morning," he whispered, sleep clouding his voice, feeling a little embarrassed at being so shamelessly close. "Did you sleep?"
Dean's own eyes were laced with sleep, as was his smile. "Morning to you too." He clung tighter to Alex and his hand rubbed over the other man’s back, reflecting the gentle caresses of the night before. Dean felt he really should pull back. He should be rolling away and getting up to get dressed, but the man in his arms felt too warm and cozy, and Dean wanted to bask in the glow for just a bit longer.
"I slept; how about you?" he asked as he leaned in to kiss at Alex's neck. One hand moved down, cupping a buttock cheek and pressing them together. Dean moved his mouth up Alex's neck and along his jaw, nibbling back to his ear. "I slept very well," he whispered against Alex's ear.
“Amazingly enough, I slept like the dead.” Alex gave a throaty little moan and moved in closer to Dean. “I thought I might be kept awake, because I’m not used to sharing a bed, but either I’m too tired to cause trouble, or you’re really, really easy to sleep with.”
He turned his face in towards Dean’s, nuzzling his cheek and rasping his nose against Dean’s morning stubble. He was already feeling horny, and he nipped at the skin around Dean’s mouth, then chuckled. “Let me go take a leak, and then I’ll come back and give you the world’s best start to the day, ok?”
Dean closed his eyes, sighing contently. "You slept pretty good before too, so I'll just take the ego trip and think it's all because of me." He smirked, then released Alex with much reluctance. "If you insist," he growled, rolling onto his back. He gave another sigh and started pushing Alex out of the bed, "So hurry up, or I'm gonna have to start without you."
Laughing, Alex unwound himself from the warmth of Dean’s arms and headed for the bathroom in a hurry, quickly emptying his bladder and brushing his teeth before racing back to the bed and crawling along until he was poised above Dean. “Okay, man, I’m fit for anything now.”
Dean had watched as Alex got up to head to the bathroom, and now he shifted on the bed, moving toward the center of the cheap mattress to await his return, offering him that little sexy smile of his.
He looked up to Alex, hands going to the man's ribs just to rest there. "Anything?" he asked, before their lips collided, and he could taste the toothpaste still remaining in Alex's sweet mouth.
Lowering himself until he was hovering over Dean, Alex kissed him, open mouthed and sloppy, his tongue seeking out the slick warmth behind Dean’s lush lips, finding and curling around his lover’s tongue with his own. His hands trailed over Dean’s sleep-warmed skin, pausing to pinch a nipple before sliding downwards, until one of them gripped a hip, and the other hovered over Dean’s swelling dick, palming it then moving lower to cup and tickle his balls. “Looks like you’ve got a bit of a swelling here. Think I should get a doctor?”
Dean’s body jerked at the pinch. "Ahh, you're such a tease," he murmured, voice hoarse. He thrust his hips up against Alex, then chuckled, "A doctor huh?" he asked. "I hate hospitals. Maybe you should just give me the once-over yourself and save me from hospital hell." Dean caressed Alex's back as he spoke.
"Oh, at least once," grinned Alex, bending to lick a line from Dean's neck to his navel. "We can't be too thorough, when it comes to your health." He paused to play in Dean's belly button, licking around it and smirking when Dean bucked his hips a little to remind him what lay below. "Patience, patience, beautiful. We can't just check out one or two parts; we have to check out every little bit."
He moved down, nibbling along one of Dean's thighs, watching as his balls drew up, the fine skin crinkling as his breath tickled them. "You are one fine man, you know that?"
"Of course I am," Dean smirked again before running his fingers through Alex's hair. "Takes one to know one." He pushed his hips up again, seeking contact.
Dean looked down at Alex, his stomach trembling under the licks. His teeth clenched and he hissed out a breath as Alex started teasing once more. "Never been one to have too much patience," he said, smiling ruefully. He squirmed restlessly, but Alex's body was keeping his movements limited.
"Guess I'll have to teach you, then." Alex snickered, low and dirty, bending to lick Dean's balls before returning his attention to his inner thigh. "You're worth it."
He licked along the inside of Dean's thigh, lifting his leg and pulling his knee out so that every part of Dean was exposed. "You're hot, too."
Swooping down, he began to paint Dean's cock with his tongue, playing over it with little licks and kisses, swirling his tongue around the ridge at the base of its crown and chuckling as Dean attempted to buck into the caress.
Dean couldn't help the little moans escaping him, or the trembling in his legs and his stomach as Alex continued to tease him with that all too talented tongue. He shook his head, trying not to agree with the man. He'd never felt like he was worth it. To him, it was obvious that his family didn't think so.
Dean's hips bucked up; he seemed completely unable to stop them from doing so. That flat lick at his cock, followed by the little nibbles and kisses, the tease around his rim, all had Dean wanting to babble words he might regret later. He reached a hand down, scraping blunt nails through Alex's dark hair. "Val, you're too good at this," he groaned. He could not tear his eyes away from how Alex was working him.
With his free hand, Dean held his legs open, loving how that made Alex look, down between his legs.
There was fear in Alex's heart, and the blinding smile he sent to Dean from his position between Dean’s widely spread legs was pure bravado. The feelings that clamored for acknowledgement were all too real and deeply rooted for him to be able to deny them any more. He smiled down at Dean, rather more tenderly than he meant to and bent to suck on the cock he was holding in his hand, taking it in as deeply as he could.
"I thought I wanted to make you scream with need, but now, all of a sudden, I just want to watch you come, over and over and over again. Is that a sickness?" Pulling back for a moment, Alex beamed another smile at Dean, and then he dove down again and began to work Dean's cock hard.
Dean made a little face, "Making me scream could be a bad thing, you know. These walls are paper thin, and I really don't think it's the wake-up call people are asking for." He smirked momentarily, but then his head dropped back, and for that moment he was no longer able to think anything coherent. Alex's warm mouth dove down upon him, engulfed him, and he shivered, legs shaking as lips touched down to the base of his cock then slid back up. Dean found it hard to believe that the Mulder guy Val had told him about could possibly have given this up without a fight. He groaned deeply, fingers tightening in his lover's hair.
"Shit," he groaned out, neck arching as his head pressed back against the pillows, and his spine bowed. "Then... ahhh... I must be sick too." Dean felt his insides tighten as Alex kept moving, giving him the best blow job he had felt in a long time. He had to release Alex's hair, fearing he would hurt him. "You keep doing this... I'm gonna... too quickly."
"Point taken about the walls," husked Alex. "Does that mean I need to gag you?" He chuckled, sliding back down over Dean’s slick, quivering cock and working it as hard as he could. "I can do that whenever you want," he murmured.
Pausing to suck his fingers and moisten them, he returned to his task of sucking at Dean, but his fingers began to probe down between his buttocks, pressing and teasing as he sought for entry there.
Dean gave a desperate laugh that rapidly changed into a moan. "I'll... keep that in mind... ahhhgod!" He let out another groan, a little louder than before, and he had the feeling he might need to cover his vocalizations with a pillow very soon. He felt as if his mind was going to explode, felt fingers pushing, probing ‘til they found his entrance and started to slip inside him. His hips tried to lift up, but all Val’s weight would really allow him to do was move his legs, spread them wider and moan.
He was scared shitless that he had allowed himself to fall for this man, but he'd already begun to care, and how on earth could he stop something that was already pretty much a fait accomplis?
Alex had purchased lube and condoms when he'd hit the supermarket the night before, and now he began to slick himself up and work a little of the slippery lotion into Dean.
"I love fucking in the morning," he murmured, lazily mouthing the head of Dean's cock as he concentrated. "It's always more relaxed and feels better. It sets me up for the day."
Dean couldn't help the slight pucker as the lotion touched his skin in that area, but soon he was relaxing into the motion of fingers slicking him up. "So I'm finding out, will have to put this down in my... journal... Sex, morning, big bonus..." He groaned deeply as his whole body gave a shudder, amazed at how this man made him feel.
Rolling the condom into place on his own, stiff dick, Alex sucked Dean down hard, feeling the leaking crown slide over his palate to bump against the back of his throat. His fingers were now sliding freely in and out of Dean's ass, each time delving a little deeper. As Alex felt Dean's excitement grow, he suddenly pulled away
Alex had stopped for a moment, and Dean lifted his head in wonder, then saw the reason. A condom. He gave a smirk, throwing his head back once more as that talented mouth covered him and fingers slipped inside, finding their way easily. He was panting harder, shifting his hips with need, and Alex stopped moving yet again. Dean was about to make a very vocal protest, when Alex asked his question.
"Ready?" Alex looked up at Dean. "Cos, ready or not, here I come."
Kneeling up, he pulled Dean's legs up ‘til they were resting on his shoulders and began to slide his cock inside the tight, slippery channel of Dean's ass.
"Ready?" Dean had that look on his face that told Alex that was a silly question. Folded nearly in half, he winced a little as Alex started to push in, but the expression soon passed as pleasure quickly replaced the initial burn, and he moaned when the crown of Alex's dick rubbed past his gland. All of a sudden, he found himself letting out sounds the like of which he hadn't made in a very long time.
Pressing slowly into Dean, Alex bit his lip to keep from groaning. He shuddered, feeling the heat of Dean surround him as the silky tissues clasped his dick. "Ah, fuck," he breathed, pressing down so that he could kiss Dean's mouth. "You feel so incredibly fucking wonderful. I may move in and never leave."
He waited, sunk to the depths in Dean's ass, letting Dean adjust to the unfamiliar stretching. "Gonna fuck you," he whispered, his voice husky with the strain of holding still. "Tell me when you're ready. Tell me when you want it, and I'll give it to you good."
Dean leaned up into the kiss, stretching his neck so he could meet those lips. He groaned into Alex's mouth, drawing in the other man's breath as he inhaled. His eyes turned glassy, "Move in? To what? My car?" As ever Dean joked, avoiding what he really wanted to say.
"Move into your ass, doof!" Alex kissed him gently, then again, harder this time, tongue stroking over his pretty lips before sliding inside. "Stay right here, like this, forever, because... because I've never felt quite so good before."
The wait seemed like forever, Dean's ass throbbing with the feel of stretched muscles and skin. He wetted his too-dry lips, and his toes flexed in anticipation. Finally, he gave a nod to Alex's husky whisper, "Fuck me, Val. Make it all I can think about all day."
Alex started to move, gritting his teeth as he fought his own body's desire to pound away ‘til he came, cock pulling out slowly and then sliding gently back, pressing home until he was so deep inside that his balls pressed up against Dean's buttocks. "I'll make it exactly that. You're gonna have to stand up to do your research, beautiful, because your ass is going to feel like I'm still in there."
His hands gripped Dean's thighs, and he moved a little faster now, straightening up so he could take hold of Dean's cock and work it, eyes fixed on Dean's as he did so. "I want to watch your face when you come. I want to see what I’m doing to you roll over you and flatten you out."
Dean reached for those lips again, returning the long, gentle kiss with a passion that seemed to set them both on fire. His hands gripped Alex's strong arms, gripping as he fought to breathe in his curled-up position. Alex felt filling and wonderful, and just having him like this had Dean wanting him even more.
The slow withdrawal had the young hunter groaning, squeezing the arm muscles he held, only to release them again, flexing his fingers as he felt Alex's balls pressing to his skin. "Good reason," was all he could manage to say. If for any reason he did have to stand, his body would know about it, and it would be the best of all reasons for him to hurt. Fun times.
The bed was rocking now, tapping at the wall, and Dean put his hands over his head to press them to the headboard, so he wouldn't slide. He didn't want to end up shoved up against the headboard and gradually lose contact with Alex. And even now, he was still trying to figure out what it was about this man that made him want, nearly need him. He was afraid that deep down inside he knew the answer to that.
Teeth clenched, body trembled, cock twitched and leaked in his lover's hand. "Won't have to wait long... ahhh shit," he growled as his whole body bucked.
Alex watched Dean, wanting to see him come apart, loving the way his mouth fell loose-lipped and desperate, and his eyes lost focus as his passion mounted. He was starting to feel the tickles of approaching orgasm himself, and he speeded up his movements, bucking and thrusting in fiercely as he tried to force himself just another fraction deeper, harder, more inside of Dean.
"Can't keep it going," he panted, words gritted out through desperate intakes of breath. "God, Dean, you..."
Dean's body rocked willingly against Alex’s, as if addicted to the mere touch and feel of the man deep inside him. His head thrashed, fingers curling for a tighter grip, if it were only possible, and he started to feel his body tighten up.
With a short, choked-off cry, and a tensing of his body, Dean released, spilling his come onto Alex's hand and over himself. His eyes were closed tightly, lips parted from the cry he'd made, before he fell back, temporarily dead to the world. He closed his mouth quickly to hold back the words that were trying to reach the tip of his tongue, words he feared he would never be able to take back, if they once managed to escape.
Alex followed Dean down, muscles cracking with the tension in his body, heart thumping so loudly that it seemed it was attempting to fight its way out of his chest as his cock pulsed jet after jet of thick white cream.
He couldn't believe how incredible Dean looked, teeth sunk hard into his lower lip as he was rocked by an ecstasy that appeared to be so sweet it was almost painful. He felt a twisting in his heart, and he suddenly knew that he was hooked, and that either he should take off and run right now, or end up needing Dean the way his body needed oxygen.
He was afraid that it was too late, and that he already did. He also knew that he didn't want to run, that he would embrace this weird new profession as a ghostbuster, just because he didn't want to let Dean go.
Falling forward, he buried his face into Dean's neck, inhaling the warm scent of his new lover and wishing that the moment could last forever.
Dean turned his head in to Alex, locking them together tenderly. His hands moved, going to rest around his lover. He lowered his legs as much as he could, while Alex was still buried deep inside him. Dean wanted to bask in this for a while, already the ache was warming him, even better than a fresh cup of coffee would. Dean could get used to feeling like this first thing in the morning.
"Dude, someone is gonna have to move, because I need a cup of java, before I fall back to sleep in this warmth," he murmured at last and started pushing Alex gently, trying to roll them to their sides and to get Alex to dislodge from him. "Need a shower too, gotta get to the library as soon as possible and find out about that critter from last night." He grabbed Alex's chin and kissed him deeply before pulling back, "Now get off me, before I get a stick out."
"Yessir, massa boss!" Alex chuckled. He'd been so close to falling back to sleep himself that he knew exactly what Dean meant. "And coffee sounds like a really good idea.”
He slowly pulled himself away from Dean, feeling a little pang as they separated. "The library sounds good," he said. "It'll give us a bit of background, I hope." Pushing himself up to sitting, he studied Dean. "You're having a weird effect on me, man."
Dean made a face as Alex withdrew, but then he rolled from the bed and sat up. He was a mess, but it felt like the very best kind of mess to him. His body ached in a good way, and with a nice, hot shower it would feel even better. He glanced back to Alex, giving him a puzzled look.
"What? What do you mean weird effect? Like in the, 'I'm feeling really good,' effect or the, 'What the fuck did I just do' effect?'" He pushed up, "You know what, never mind that I asked that. Don't think I wanna know the answer." He went into the bathroom, closing the door and started the shower.
Dean kept telling himself he shouldn't get attached. He couldn't. It was dangerous. Even if Alex understood what he did, Dean couldn't risk his lover’s life like that. He decided that when this hunt was done he had to cut loose, had to break away, before he got too attached, and then as he was staring at the mirror, looking back at himself, Dean suddenly knew... It was too late, and the hurt in his eyes was already showing.
Similar thoughts were flickering through Alex’s mind, but by the time it was his turn in the bathroom he had regained his game face, and he was no longer feeling as if he would blurt out his feelings for Dean. He couldn't stop looking at him, though; couldn't take his eyes off the lean, strong body and the handsome face.
He washed and shaved quickly and was ready to go by the time Dean was. Heading out, he gave Dean a loving smile. "Coffee first, I guess, and lots of it. That must be where you get your tan!"
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End of Part 7