Title: Marked Man
Author:
dustandroses
Beta:
ozsaur, my hero and shit
Pairing: Alvarez/Keller
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: through Season 4, episode 7: Secret Identities
Warnings: Violence, Light Bondage, Dom/sub, Intense Sexual Situations
Summary: Alvarez finds himself back in that same closet, with his back up against the same door, and Keller pressed up tight against him. How the hell did this happen? Again.
Word Count: 1784 words
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em.
Extra thanks
goes to ozsaur for
her usual incredible Beta. This week she had to talk me down off
the ceilling every five minutes, as I sobbed "I can't write
this!" Thank goodness she was there!
(Note: For archive purposes, this post has been pre-dated - the original story was posted on March 31, 2005.)
You can find Part One here:
First Move
You can find Part Two here:
Alvarez Watches Part Three:
Marked Man
Keller is one hell of a good cocksucker. Right now he’s got
Alvarez’ balls in his left hand, rolling them around and squeezing them
gently while his right hand pumps slowly up and down the length of his
shaft. His lips are wrapped around the head of his cock, and he’s
got this vacuum thing going with his mouth that has his cheeks
all caved in and he’s sucking so hard that it *hurts.* Alvarez
can’t remember the last time he was this turned on.
How the fuck did he get here again?
He’s back in that same closet, with his back against the same door and
Keller pressed up tight against him. He can’t concentrate, and
all he can remember is Keller shoving him forcefully against the door,
his dick already like iron pressed up tight against Alvarez’ thigh and
his hand already reaching - rubbing him hard through the cloth of his
pants before grabbing for the button at his waist. Keller kicked
his feet apart with his own booted foot. Alvarez cursed as
the heavy boot met his unprotected ankle, knocking him slightly off
balance and making it harder to push Keller away.
But even as he struggled against him, Alvarez realized that only part
of him really wanted to fight Keller off. He wanted this.
Wanted Keller’s rough hands on his body, touching him in ways he had
only thought about in dreams. This was real and raw and
powerful. Almost overwhelming. He could almost feel the
waves of lust coming off himself like ripples across water. He
wondered if Keller could feel it and decided he must. Why else
would he have come back to him? Something must have told Keller
that here was a kindred soul - someone else who’s passions were as
powerful as his own.
Or at least as perverted, Alvarez thought to himself as Keller bit his
shoulder where he had ripped the cloth away from his neck - bit him
hard. As Alvarez cursed him in Spanish, Keller sucked on the bite
until it was dark red, pulling the blood to the surface of the skin to
make sure the mark lasted. Then Alvarez heard the ratcheting
sound of his zipper going down and felt Keller’s hands at his waist,
pushing both his pants and his boxers down low on his thighs. Suddenly
Keller was on his knees and Alvarez held his breath as Keller’s big,
powerful hands reached for his already hard cock.
Keller didn’t spend much time holding it, just stroked it up and down a
couple of times before he reached out his tongue and started licking
the head. Then he wrapped his lips around the head and his tongue
flickered hard and fast over the cluster of nerve endings right under
the head of Alvarez’ cock. He had to struggle not to cry
out as the sensations washed over him. Keller’s shoulder pushed
into his thigh to try and hold him up as Alvarez’ knees started to
buckle. Clenching his teeth, Alvarez locked his knees to keep
himself off the floor. He didn’t know what to do. With
Keller down on his knees like this, he could probably get away from him
- push him away, knock him flat on his ass.
But he hesitated, confused; his mind running wild over and over what
had happened before, here in this room. What had happened in his
bed when he had jerked off to thoughts of Keller. Of the power
Keller had held over him here in this room. He had told himself
he didn’t want what Keller could give him. What Keller made him
feel. But here he was, back in the same position - back in the
same room. Afraid of what Keller could do to him, how he could
make him feel. But afraid not to take it. Afraid that if he
refused it here and now, he’d never find it again.
And he wanted it; that much was obvious. Why else did he find
himself back here, again? Under Keller’s rough hands and his
powerful mouth. Mierde! Alvarez took a deep breath -
or maybe that was a sob. He couldn’t tell. All he knew was
it felt like surrender to him. His hands clutched at Keller’s head, the
feel of the short bristles of his hair strange against his palms - and
suddenly Keller just stopped. There was no sound in the closet
now, except for Alvarez’ harsh breaths. Alvarez struggled to
comprehend what had happened: “What?” was all that came out, and
his hands fell away by some strange instinct that he couldn’t
explain. And he knew his instinct was right as Keller nodded and
sucked hard, and Alvarez clenched his fists as he cried out
softly. He learned his lesson. He knew who was in charge
here. He understood.
The suction was powerful. There was strength here, strength that
could take him, force him to surrender. And he did. Through
the haze of his lust, his hunger, he felt the sharp scrape of teeth
across the bottom of his cock; he heard a loud buzzing in his ears, and
behind his closed eyelids he saw bright light. He couldn’t help
it; he cried out loud as he came.
When he opened his eyes the concrete floor was cold on his ass, his
pants were around his calves, and Keller was standing above him.
Still breathing hard, his back against the door, Alvarez started to
gather his feet under him to stand, but Keller set his foot down hard
on the clothing caught around his legs, trapping him where he
sat.
“Now where do you think you’re going?” Keller grinned at him, and
a chill shivered up his spine. He didn’t need to remind himself
that this guy was loco; it was there in his eyes. Those eyes held
him pinned there for a moment, mesmerized, afraid to breathe, feeling
like a cat’s prey. With Keller right above him like this,
he had to strain to look up into his eyes. His neck felt exposed,
like he was offering himself up for a sacrifice. Keller looked
away and Alvarez drew in a deep shuddering breath as he felt his eyes
released. Keller was staring at his shoulder, at the mark he’d
left, and Alvarez felt a flush of shame. He’d been marked.
He dropped his eyes.
Keller’s hand was at his own crotch, massaging his cock through the
fabric. His grin got wider, “I guess it’s my turn, now,
huh?” He reached for his belt, taking his time with the buttons
and zipper, his gaze roaming over Alvarez and settling on his
groin. Alvarez tried to cover himself, his face flushing even
deeper, despite the fact that Keller had a rather intimate knowledge of
his cock already. It just seemed wrong to be sitting there -
exposed. But Keller had other plans. “Move your
hands. Now.” He spoke softly, but Alvarez heard the command
in his words and reacted immediately to them.
“That’s more like it,” Keller seemed to purr at him, as he reached into
his open pants and pulled out his cock. It was big and hard and
Alvarez couldn’t stop staring at the vein that ran along the
underside. Keller laughed as he wrapped his hand around it,
running his thumb slowly over the slit, rubbing the pre-come over the
head. “Mmmmm, that’s better. Much better.” He
began to stroke himself, slowly as Alvarez watched.
It seemed these days he was always watching Keller. How long had
it been since Keller had pulled him in here last? A week?
Alvarez had thought he was safe. It had been so long since Keller
had even casually looked his way. He’d relaxed his guard,
relieved and at the same time almost disappointed, but Keller had
avoided him and he’d begun to think it wouldn’t happen again. But
now, here he was on his ass in that same closet, watching Keller jerk
off above him.
Keller’s hand was moving faster now and his breathing had
quickened. Alvarez’ breathing seemed to keep pace, he felt like
his whole body was straining with Keller’s. Keller’s eyes had
narrowed to slits as he concentrated on his task but he never took his
eyes off Alvarez, even as he grunted and thrust into his own
hand. He started to twist his hand each time on the upstroke as
he neared the head, and he spoke quietly: “Do you like this,
Alvarez? Do you like watching me? Would you like to touch
me? Stroke my cock? You’d like that wouldn’t
you? Well, maybe next time.”
Alvarez shook his head. It was hard to breathe, his chest was
tight. He tried to speak, to say no, to say anything at all but
his mouth was so dry. His eyes widened as Keller’s hand moved
faster and he grunted again, louder this time. “Oh, yeah.
That’s it. That’s it.” Keller braced himself against the
door with his other hand as his come shot out, splattering against
Alvarez’ cheek and chin and then across his neck. Alvarez gasped
in shock, his hand rising to protect his face, but Keller was right
there, his hand against Alvarez’ forehead banging his head into the
door.
“Don’t you fuckin’ move. Do you understand me? You don’t
move until I tell you to.” Keller stared at him for a moment,
then acknowledging that Alvarez understood him, he straightened up and
stepped back, away from him. He bent over, wiping his hand on
Alvarez’ thigh. Then he tucked himself back inside his pants,
zipped up and stepped to the door. Alvarez just sat there
breathing heavily. Keller pulled the door open, hitting Alvarez
in the back and Alvarez started suddenly, jerking away from the
door. He watched Keller walk out without a glance back.
Alvarez curled up on himself, trying to calm his breathing.
Keller’s come was cold on his face and neck, on his thigh, and his cock
was still wet from Keller’s mouth. He shuddered. After a
while his breathing slowed. He opened his eyes and got up,
grabbing the paper towels from above the closet’s sink and cleaning
himself. He stayed in the closet as long as he could, trying to
think. On the outside it was clear: he’d been used and discarded
once again. But there was more to it, and he just couldn’t
understand it, couldn’t comprehend how he’d let himself be so
used. He had accepted it; no, he had wanted it and if it came his
way, he would take it again.
“Well, maybe next time,” Keller had said. Next time.
His stomach clenched. Alvarez opened the door and walked away.
Part Four is here:
Power Play