Hunter and Hunted part 14/?
Title: The Hunter and the Hunted 14/?
Part 14: “Tender”
Authors: art_of_mayhem and candygramme
Rated: NC17 for boy on boy sex.
Pairing: Dean Winchester/Alex Krycek
Spoilers: Vague for the X-Files “Terma” and “Requiem”
Warning: Slash
Rated: NC17 for naughty boy on boy sex
Word count: 4,770
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: After losing contact with each other during the time Sam was at college, Alex and Dean meet again, but now Sam is back and dad’s gone missing.
The quoted song is “Tender,” by Blur.
The beautiful icon is by art_of_mayhem.
Part 13
Part 12
Part 11
Part 10
Part 9
Part 8
Part 7
Part 6
Part 5
Part 4
Part 3
Part 2
Part 1
Tender is the ghost
The ghost I love the most
Hiding from the sun
Waiting for the night to come
Tender is my heart
For screwing up my life
Lord I need to find
Someone who can heal my mind
"So there's no room for me now?" Alex spoke softly, the regret in his voice palpable. "I understand, Dean. Too little, too late. Isn't that always the way?" He closed his eyes, suddenly terribly tired and feeling numb. He gazed into Dean's eyes, trying to find the love in them that he thought he'd seen earlier, but seeing only a flat acceptance.
"You're happy then?" he asked. "Tell me you're happy, and I'll let you go."
Dean turned his head to look at Alex, gazing into those eyes. He desperately wanted to tell Alex that what he just said was a bunch of bull and not to give him that crap. Dean was older and wiser, and he’d been hurt too many times, even if the hurts inflicted had not always been intentional. "Unless you can tell us where our father is…" Dean finally said. "I don't think you want to cram yourself into the backseat going from town to town, searching, hoping that we’re going to find him." He sighed gently. "I'm a realist, Alex. As much as... You don't want this life. Look at you - you’re doing much better for yourself now. You want to be climbing the ladder to success and not traipsing through graveyards with a can of gas and a shaker of salt."
Dean turned on his side, facing Alex, "I'm glad Sam is with me. I... I couldn't look for our father alone. Didn't want to." He sighed again. "You know... you could tell me I'm wrong. That you can fit in the backseat..." He looked down and away and gave a shrug as if putting away the things that he wanted for himself. "Nah... not gonna happen is it?" he finally said, rolling onto his back.
"Are you telling me that you'd rather have that great, hairy Sasquatch thing with you than me?" Alex's lips twitched a little, the smile scornful against himself for even caring. "Why the hell can't he sit in the back seat?" I'd be much more fun to have up front." He moved forward a little, kissing the corner of Dean's mouth. "I'll help you find your father, if that's what you need. I'll even be nice to your brother, although I think I hate him already."
He paused, frowning, knowing that whatever he said wouldn't be enough, but having to try anyway. "I killed someone yesterday, so that I could be with you. I'd do it again, if I thought it would help. Don't just go away and not try to make things work, Dean. I meant what I said. I love you."
Dean gave a laugh, "I know he needs a hair cut but… Sasquatch?" He turned his head to Alex frowning a little at his words, "Why? Why would you do something like that? Did they deserve it?"
"The smoker that had me locked in the silo? He deserved it, trust me." Alex closed his eyes, unable to bear the expression on Dean's face as he looked at him. "He had me thrown into a Tunisian jail. He knew everywhere I'd been, and he hated me. The only reason he didn't kill me is because he'd tried and failed. I think he became a little superstitious about me. He'd have known I was with you, and he'd have taken you. I didn't even want to think about what he could have done to you, so I did what I ought to have done years ago and put an end to him."
The confession made Alex feel suddenly light headed. "Guess that's kinda like when the cat brings you a dead bird and tells you that it did it for you, isn't it? I'm sorry. I should've stayed away. I never could stop hanging round pretty boys."
Dean lay staring up at the ceiling. Alex did it for him? What could he say to that? Thanks, but I can take care of myself. Gee, that's good to know? A list of expressions rattled in and out of his mind ‘til it suddenly occurred to him that he would do exactly the same thing for his own family and those he loved, and, yes, he probably would have done just the same thing for Alex if he had known it was needed, if Alex had stayed with him.
"So he was the same man you told me about earlier, when I asked if you’d salted and burned his bones." Dean turned his eyes back onto Alex. "What love makes us do, huh?" He rolled back to his side so he could face Alex once again. "I love you too, Alex. And I do think it's time that you walked away from that life, although I'm… I'm not sure roadtripping with me and my brother, searching for our father, is where you should be. Would you be happy?" He reached out, tracing a finger along Alex's jaw. "I want you to be happy."
"There's not much chance of that," murmured Alex, feeling suddenly cold. "My life, as it stands right now, is completely fucked up. Everything I'veever worked for is going pear shaped, and all I've got left is vengeance..." He frowned. "And you. At least, I thought..."
He stopped talking and lay, eyes fixed on the past, apparently without any hope. Finally, he turned to Dean. "If you don't want me to travel with you, perhaps we could meet from time to time. Maybe, if I came to where you were, we could be together like this, and maybe after a while you'd decide that I was the one you wanted." Alex closed his eyes. "Maybe some day you'll decide that lover is worth more than brother and choose me."
Dean frowned, unable to hide his sadness. Over the years that they’d been apart, Dean had built up defenses - he’d had to. He looked away, hiding the pain in his eyes. "Time to time, like around Christmas or birthdays? Do a little unwrapping of presents. Be a nice surprise." Returning his fierce gaze back to Alex, he snarled, "Am I worth it to you to leave what you’re doing? Because vengeance will only get you dead. I know about vengeance. It'll take you over until that’s all you can think about." Then I'll be standing over your grave, he thought. "Vengeance, it's not worth dying over."
"I was thinking more like every weekend or something. Christmas and birthdays won't do much to win you over. Fuck! We could both be dead before Christmas, and think of the times we'd have missed out on." Alex smiled just a little. "And I was also thinking more of unwrapping you. You're better than a Christmas present. I like unwrapping you."
His hand stole slowly down over Dean's skin until he could cup and caress his lover’s balls. Alex was doing what he always did when faced with any kind of difficulty - resorting to sex to try to prove to Dean that they would be good together. He couldn't think of anything else he had that might appeal to his lover. "I like it best of all when you're unwrapped."
Any distraction for Dean that would mean he didn’t have to admit to the feelings boiling up inside him was just fine with him. He didn't like getting emotional, because he was usually the one that ended up getting the raw end of the deal. He turned his head to Alex, a tiny bit of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Got some frequent flyer miles you need to use up, do ya?" He rolled back to cover Alex. "I'm telling you right now, I'm not wearing a bow. I have this fear of paper cuts." Leaning in, Dean’s lips seeking out Alex's, giving him wet, sucking kisses that tugged the other man’s lips before deepening and growing desperate. Pressing up closer to Alex, he groaned at Alex's touch and closed his eyes.
"You trying to tell me you want another go around?" He stroked a hand down along Alex's back, cupping his ass and pressing them tighter together. "Say pretty please with me on top," he chuckled.
"I was kinda hoping for you to be on top, actually," said Alex, his first real grin appearing for just a moment. "And you'd look fucking beautiful all wrapped in tinsel with a red velvet bow on your dick." He sucked on Dean's lower lip for a moment, his hand still caressing Dean's groin. "I don't think I could ever get tired of looking at you, no matter what you were dressed up in."
More kisses followed, and then Alex pushed Dean onto his back. "I wanna see if you still taste the same, or if the flavor has matured with age." Moving lower down in the bed, Alex pillowed his head on Dean's stomach and leant forward to lick at the head of his cock. "Good. You taste good. I could do this forever," he whispered and began to suck.
Dean gave a little groan as Alex caressed, muttering words through his kiss-swollen lips. Rolling on his back, he wriggled to get into the best position for Alex to manage. He gave a chuckle, pushing his head back into the pillows. "Matured with age... I think maybe my brother would argue with you on that." Dean raised his head, watching Alex move, his cock twitching with anticipation as he felt that hot tongue make its first contact, and Dean couldn't help the shudder that rattled his bones.
"Want you too," Dean admitted as a hand lifted to caress dark hair, shorter than it had been before, much like his own. He closed his eyes, pushing his head back into the pillow as he hissed in a breath. If anything, Alex had improved with age.
Okay, thought Alex. I can build on that. By the time I let him out of here, he's going to be begging me to stay with him. That brother of his can fuck right off to Stanford again. He gripped Dean's hip so hard that he knew there would be marks left on it by the time he was done, and that idea pleased him in a secret place somewhere deep inside. He worked Dean's cock as well as he could, taking it in deep and swallowing around it, pulling up to lick around the tip, tongue teasing the rim as he listened to Dean's little, breathless gasps and his softly muttered obscenities.
"Just think, you could have this every night," he murmured softly.
Dean made a little face as his skin was bruised, but he felt more pleasure than pain, and his mind didn't - couldn't dwell on it, because Alex’s mouth wouldn’t let him. Managing only softly whispered dirty words, Dean curled blunt nails in Alex's hair and flexed, using every part of what was left of his control to keep from thrusting up into Alex's sweet hot mouth. "Fuck, Alex... I... gawh," Dean used his other hand to tighten in the bedding, twisting it with his fist as he strained, arching his back.
This was the one person in his life who actually wanted him, thought Dean, his chest heaving as he groaned deeply. This was the one person who could make him feel this way, and who wanted to be with him. He knew that he wanted to be with Alex, but he feared he might have to let him go. What was it about his life that had everyone he ever cared about wanting to abandon him?
"That's it, Dean." Alex seemed to know what his lover was thinking, and he lifted his head to blow a gentle breath across the head of Dean's dick. "Let yourself go. You can do that here, with me, you know." He kissed the weeping tip of Dean's cock, licking up the strands of salty liquid that were steadily oozing from it. "You can let me love you; you can relax and give it up."
He sucked his finger and then slid it round under Dean's balls, feeling for the valley between his ass cheeks that concealed the entrance he sought. Working his finger in, he began to suck anew, worshipping Dean, wanting him to know, to take from this encounter the intensity that he was feeling.
Dean heard Alex's words echoing in his hear. You can let me love you. How Dean wanted to do that. Dean loved his family more than he could ever voice or prove. Try as he might, his efforts had never seemed to be noticed. Alex was different. Alex did notice his efforts, and he returned it as well. Dean lifted his head to look at Alex, "Okay," was all he could say.
The invasion of fingers was familiar and foreign to him at the same time. Alex was familiar territory for him but yet... not. Dean suddenly let out a little cry and spread his legs in invitation. "Alex, Alex... please..."
The sound of his lover pleading made Alex melt. He wanted to hear it again and again. He pressed in further, listening for Dean's desperate little gasps as he found and caressed his prostate, loving the sound of them. Dean was a thing of beauty, his short hair standing up in spikes, the sweat sheening him, his body shuddering and writhing under Alex's ministrations. His eyes were glazed, pupils dark and wide, and his lips were parted in his flushed face, every muscle rigid as he strained to feel what Alex was doing to him.
"If I made porno flicks, you'd be my star. I've never seen anything quite so hot in my life," murmured Alex, sliding his tongue along the ridge of vein that ran down Dean's cock. "I'm gonna fuck you, and you're gonna come so hard..."
Dean felt as if every nerve in his body was on fire. Every little touch his lover gave him was ten times as intense. Alex’s hair brushed his hip, and Dean’s fingers caressed that hair before gripping it, pulling it hard, fingers bruising skin as if he was trying to spell something out. Alex’s breath on him was causing Dean's stomach to quiver, and his tongue... Dean shivered, then tensed all over again.
"Hard, yes, make it hard," Dean pleaded.
"Trust me, it'll be hard," said Alex, rearing up and reaching for the slick he'd put beside the bed. "Put your legs over my shoulders, baby, that way I don't have to brace myself."
Alex's body was still strong and toned, the deep chest had hard muscle rippling under the smooth, tanned skin. The stump of his arm was like a blasphemy, the beautiful body marred by vandals. Alex felt nervous, allowing Dean to see the sum total of what had happened to him. He gritted his teeth and set about preparing them both for his assault on Dean's ass, slicking himself, pushing slippery fingers into Dean, stroking the lube onto Dean's cock too, until everything glistened. "Ready?" he asked, giving Dean only a second or two to respond before surging forward to enter him. "Oh, fuck, yes. I am, if you aren't!"
Dean was admiring Alex's body, the stump of his arm didn’t bother him although he had no idea why. To him, Alex was still the man he’d known, beautiful in so many ways, however, things had to be different now, and he understood that. Raising his legs, placing them upon Alex's shoulders, offered his lover easy access to his body. "God, yes," Dean answered nodding enthusiastically, his whole body itching with need for the other man.
Shit, but Alex was like a drug! A drug he needed to feel good - to feel needed, something that had been lacking in his life. Dean lapped up the attention whenever he could, and right now was one of those times. He gasped and gritted his teeth as Alex pushed inside him. The pain was fleeting, and what came next had him melting. "Alex, if you... you’re gonna take up residence in there, are you gonna at least fix the plumbing?" he asked with a hit of a laugh in his voice.
"There's nothing wrong with your plumbing," responded Alex, starting to move, slowly at first, each pull back and slide inside a careful, controlled motion, calculated to make the best use of his cock. Leaning forward, Alex pressed down so that he could kiss Dean's face, bracing himself on his lover's strong thigh.
"Touch yourself, lover. Let me see you work your cock. Let me see you get yourself going." He pressed his tongue into Dean's mouth, swiping it over teeth and palate. "I can't do it and balance at the same time, damn it." He began to speed up his thrusts, finding a rhythm that felt right and biting his lip as the pleasure started to mount.
Dean groaned as Alex moved, his eyes fluttering, almost drifting closed from the sensation. A small curse left him as his body was rocked by Alex’s onslaught, the talisman he wore sliding over his chest until it slid off his shoulder and fell back behind his neck. "Shall I sing that song, 'When I think about you, I touch myself’?” Dean chuckled as he squeezed his hand down between pressed legs and bodies.
As Alex came down to kiss, Dean reached up to meet, helping Alex while his own fingers curled around his dick. In a way, Dean had gotten used to that. He’d jacked himself off a lot after Alex had vanished into thin air. His own hand pulled at hardened flesh, working the muscle until the sensations began to flick through him and make him moan. In a way it angered Dean that Alex wasn’t able to do this for him. The idiots that had maimed Alex had taken that pleasure from him - from them both. Dean wanted to hurt whoever had done this to him, but at this moment, overwhelmingly, Dean was happy to be with Alex and happy that Alex was here with him.
"Right there," Dean cried out as Alex adjusted his position slightly and hit the exact right spot. "Ohhh, yeah, there."
"You've got it, baby," growled Alex, gritting his teeth and beginning to pound in at the angle that had made Dean cry out. "I want to see you come. I want to see your eyes roll up in your head and know that I was the one who did that to you."
Dean was gorgeous, flushed and panting, his face contorted in a grimace that might have been agony, but was the exact opposite. "Do you know how often I dreamed of this, when I was in the Gulag? And after, when I was in the jail in Tunisia - I kept thinking about you - about how you looked, and the way you felt against my skin that night in the hospital bed, before they took me... I think you're what got me through."
A quick flex of his hips sent a jolt of pleasure through him, and he stopped talking, concentrating on not coming for as long as he could as he gazed down at Dean.
Dean was finding it harder and harder to breath, to suck enough air in his chest without having it forced right back out. He looked up at Alex, not quite sure how to respond to those words. He had missed Alex more than he cared to admit during those first few bleak weeks and months after he had been taken from the hospital.
The expression on Dean’s face was one of pure pleasure as he was rocked by the strength of the movements Alex was making, turning his mind to complete mush. He felt as if he was going to become one with Alex, and that was just fine with him. There was more thrusting; Dean moaned and cursed, kissed and bit at his lover ‘til it seemed almost painful to hold back any more.
When Dean's release struck him, much like a sledge hammer to his chest, he cried out, unable to hold back the sounds. His cries filled the room, curses following inarticulate sounds that might have been pleas for mercy as he felt himself turning into a helpless pile of goo under his lover, limbs tumbled and body trembling; his chest was now a sticky mess.
Alex watched him through a filmy haze of urgency as his own climax began to tickle through him. He couldn't get enough of Dean, the way he felt, the way he looked, helpless and spasming as he came. It was too much, and he felt himself come apart, his own muscles locking up as he drove in one last time and let his load go, filling Dean as Dean's body pulsed around him, sucking him dry.
"Ahhh, God," he whispered. "You're incredible." There was blood on his lip from where he'd bitten it, and his skin was flushed, the sweat pouring down from his exertions. He released Dean's legs and collapsed onto him, pillowing his head on Dean's shoulder as he tried to catch his breath. "Too fucking good," he growled.
Dean lowered his legs as much as he could without dislodging his lover, wrapping one of his arms around Alex. "Of course I am," Dean smirked a little. He was still trying to catch his breath, but he was also enjoying the weight of Alex upon him. He sighed softly, "God, I missed you," he whispered, looking up at the man as he was caressing him.
"You did?" That was a good thing. Alex felt something tighten and flood warm in his stomach as he listened to Dean's soft words. "Ah, jeez, Dean, what are we going to do? You're chasing after this dad of yours, and you want to be with your brother. How can I fit into that?" A sudden dark suspicion flickered through his eyes. "You and your brother..." He coughed. "Uh... do I have a rival here?"
Dean looked away, sighing as he rubbed Alex's skin. "I don't know. Our dad... he seems like he doesn't want to be found. I don't know. He..." Dean grew silent for a long moment, "Sam and I... haven't since he left for Stanford. We're a fucked up family. You probably think I'm sick." Dean looked away.
"I think you're the one that I want, man. I don't care about your first fling; I just want to be your last." Alex rolled to the side and cuddled up against Dean, laying his head against Dean's shoulder. "You and me - we worked well, that time up in Michigan. We could do it again. Spender isn't going to come grab me back again; I've made sure of that."
Dean looked back at Alex, wrapping an arm around him, "We do work well together." He rubbed his hand up and down Alex's body. "You think you can stand all the traveling? Just us three, going from town to town? Searching for my dad? Hunting things?" Dean shifted uneasily, waiting for Alex to laugh at him and toss him out of the bed on his ass for being so naïve.
"With your bro?" Alex frowned. "Hell, baby, I don't know. How's your brother going to take it, if you introduce me, and suddenly become part of the scenery. Is he going to see me as a rival? Will he fight for you, love? Because if he does, I will fight back; I won't be able to stop myself."
"Of course with Sam. I... I sort of made this promise a long time ago. That I would look out for him. But... I don't know if he would see you as a rival. Sam... He had a girlfriend. She died the same way our mom did. He... he hasn't done anything since - been with anyone. Believe me I tried to get him to... well not with me." He gave a little laugh. "And this is the first time I can ever remember that anyone even bothered to offer to fight for me."
"I'm always gonna fight for you, Dean." Alex didn't say anything else for a moment, contenting himself with lying close to him, idly caressing his soft skin. "I guess that we need to find out what your brother thinks, don't we? If he doesn't like the idea of another person horning in on your twosome, we'll have to think of some other way to get together, but one thing's for sure, man; I ain't giving you up again."
"I don't think it's gonna be a problem," Dean was the outcast. His father had dumped him, and Sam hadn't even wanted to come with him, although in the end he’d had no choice. Hell! Sam had left him the first time; there was no telling when or if he would do the same again. "But you are right, we should talk to Sam." Dean turned, rolling on his side and pulling Alex up against him, lifting his head to rest his chin on the top of Alex's dark locks.
For a little while, they lay, sated and content, and then Alex, who was gently tracing Dean's profile with his forefinger, suddenly asked, "Okay, so what are you working on now? Is there a place for me on the front line?" He lifted his head to gaze into Dean's eyes, trying to read any reluctance to have him along that there might be in the sleepy green gaze. His lips twitched as he waited for Dean's response. "What is it? A werewolf? A ghost? Inquiring minds want to know."
Dean gave a slow blink, content to be silent for a moment, before he gave a shrug of his shoulders, "Don't know what is next. Whatever we can find that needs killing. Sam, he would rather look for our dad, but I don't think dad wants to be found right now. I guess we'll head east, pick up a few newspapers and see what we can find. It's not like we have any leads to go on right now."
"Works for me," husked Alex, yawning hugely. "I can meet the brother, go with you and see what sort of beastie you conjure up. Whatever it is, it's bound to be fun, and maybe, just maybe I won't need to boost anyone's wallet this time."
He closed his eyes and nestled in against Dean. He felt supremely comfortable, content for the first time in living memory. Not only had he slain the villain, he had won back his love, and although the brother still loomed like an obstacle in the path of his future happiness, Alex couldn't help thinking that he could deal with the brother, if he became too annoying. One way or another, Dean was his, and Alex intended to keep him.
Dean wrapped his arms more tightly around Alex, smiling against his skin as Alex yawned. "In the morning," Dean yawned as well, grinning at the infectiousness of the gesture. "That’s the one thing about this job. You get to travel, meet such interesting people and it has its perks, but don't turn your back on those skills too soon. The pay is crappy, and I can only hustle so much pool. I’ve been doing that to keep us going, though I have a feeling Sam would much rather do things the hard way. You know, actually work."
Dean snuggled down more, blissfully tangling his legs with Alex's. "Get some sleep," he whispered as he closed his eyes, not able to stop wondering just how was Sam going to take this... this new arrangement. Would his brother understand?
Part 14: “Tender”
Authors: art_of_mayhem and candygramme
Rated: NC17 for boy on boy sex.
Pairing: Dean Winchester/Alex Krycek
Spoilers: Vague for the X-Files “Terma” and “Requiem”
Warning: Slash
Rated: NC17 for naughty boy on boy sex
Word count: 4,770
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: After losing contact with each other during the time Sam was at college, Alex and Dean meet again, but now Sam is back and dad’s gone missing.
The quoted song is “Tender,” by Blur.
The beautiful icon is by art_of_mayhem.
Part 13
Part 12
Part 11
Part 10
Part 9
Part 8
Part 7
Part 6
Part 5
Part 4
Part 3
Part 2
Part 1
Tender is the ghost
The ghost I love the most
Hiding from the sun
Waiting for the night to come
Tender is my heart
For screwing up my life
Lord I need to find
Someone who can heal my mind
"So there's no room for me now?" Alex spoke softly, the regret in his voice palpable. "I understand, Dean. Too little, too late. Isn't that always the way?" He closed his eyes, suddenly terribly tired and feeling numb. He gazed into Dean's eyes, trying to find the love in them that he thought he'd seen earlier, but seeing only a flat acceptance.
"You're happy then?" he asked. "Tell me you're happy, and I'll let you go."
Dean turned his head to look at Alex, gazing into those eyes. He desperately wanted to tell Alex that what he just said was a bunch of bull and not to give him that crap. Dean was older and wiser, and he’d been hurt too many times, even if the hurts inflicted had not always been intentional. "Unless you can tell us where our father is…" Dean finally said. "I don't think you want to cram yourself into the backseat going from town to town, searching, hoping that we’re going to find him." He sighed gently. "I'm a realist, Alex. As much as... You don't want this life. Look at you - you’re doing much better for yourself now. You want to be climbing the ladder to success and not traipsing through graveyards with a can of gas and a shaker of salt."
Dean turned on his side, facing Alex, "I'm glad Sam is with me. I... I couldn't look for our father alone. Didn't want to." He sighed again. "You know... you could tell me I'm wrong. That you can fit in the backseat..." He looked down and away and gave a shrug as if putting away the things that he wanted for himself. "Nah... not gonna happen is it?" he finally said, rolling onto his back.
"Are you telling me that you'd rather have that great, hairy Sasquatch thing with you than me?" Alex's lips twitched a little, the smile scornful against himself for even caring. "Why the hell can't he sit in the back seat?" I'd be much more fun to have up front." He moved forward a little, kissing the corner of Dean's mouth. "I'll help you find your father, if that's what you need. I'll even be nice to your brother, although I think I hate him already."
He paused, frowning, knowing that whatever he said wouldn't be enough, but having to try anyway. "I killed someone yesterday, so that I could be with you. I'd do it again, if I thought it would help. Don't just go away and not try to make things work, Dean. I meant what I said. I love you."
Dean gave a laugh, "I know he needs a hair cut but… Sasquatch?" He turned his head to Alex frowning a little at his words, "Why? Why would you do something like that? Did they deserve it?"
"The smoker that had me locked in the silo? He deserved it, trust me." Alex closed his eyes, unable to bear the expression on Dean's face as he looked at him. "He had me thrown into a Tunisian jail. He knew everywhere I'd been, and he hated me. The only reason he didn't kill me is because he'd tried and failed. I think he became a little superstitious about me. He'd have known I was with you, and he'd have taken you. I didn't even want to think about what he could have done to you, so I did what I ought to have done years ago and put an end to him."
The confession made Alex feel suddenly light headed. "Guess that's kinda like when the cat brings you a dead bird and tells you that it did it for you, isn't it? I'm sorry. I should've stayed away. I never could stop hanging round pretty boys."
Dean lay staring up at the ceiling. Alex did it for him? What could he say to that? Thanks, but I can take care of myself. Gee, that's good to know? A list of expressions rattled in and out of his mind ‘til it suddenly occurred to him that he would do exactly the same thing for his own family and those he loved, and, yes, he probably would have done just the same thing for Alex if he had known it was needed, if Alex had stayed with him.
"So he was the same man you told me about earlier, when I asked if you’d salted and burned his bones." Dean turned his eyes back onto Alex. "What love makes us do, huh?" He rolled back to his side so he could face Alex once again. "I love you too, Alex. And I do think it's time that you walked away from that life, although I'm… I'm not sure roadtripping with me and my brother, searching for our father, is where you should be. Would you be happy?" He reached out, tracing a finger along Alex's jaw. "I want you to be happy."
"There's not much chance of that," murmured Alex, feeling suddenly cold. "My life, as it stands right now, is completely fucked up. Everything I'veever worked for is going pear shaped, and all I've got left is vengeance..." He frowned. "And you. At least, I thought..."
He stopped talking and lay, eyes fixed on the past, apparently without any hope. Finally, he turned to Dean. "If you don't want me to travel with you, perhaps we could meet from time to time. Maybe, if I came to where you were, we could be together like this, and maybe after a while you'd decide that I was the one you wanted." Alex closed his eyes. "Maybe some day you'll decide that lover is worth more than brother and choose me."
Dean frowned, unable to hide his sadness. Over the years that they’d been apart, Dean had built up defenses - he’d had to. He looked away, hiding the pain in his eyes. "Time to time, like around Christmas or birthdays? Do a little unwrapping of presents. Be a nice surprise." Returning his fierce gaze back to Alex, he snarled, "Am I worth it to you to leave what you’re doing? Because vengeance will only get you dead. I know about vengeance. It'll take you over until that’s all you can think about." Then I'll be standing over your grave, he thought. "Vengeance, it's not worth dying over."
"I was thinking more like every weekend or something. Christmas and birthdays won't do much to win you over. Fuck! We could both be dead before Christmas, and think of the times we'd have missed out on." Alex smiled just a little. "And I was also thinking more of unwrapping you. You're better than a Christmas present. I like unwrapping you."
His hand stole slowly down over Dean's skin until he could cup and caress his lover’s balls. Alex was doing what he always did when faced with any kind of difficulty - resorting to sex to try to prove to Dean that they would be good together. He couldn't think of anything else he had that might appeal to his lover. "I like it best of all when you're unwrapped."
Any distraction for Dean that would mean he didn’t have to admit to the feelings boiling up inside him was just fine with him. He didn't like getting emotional, because he was usually the one that ended up getting the raw end of the deal. He turned his head to Alex, a tiny bit of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Got some frequent flyer miles you need to use up, do ya?" He rolled back to cover Alex. "I'm telling you right now, I'm not wearing a bow. I have this fear of paper cuts." Leaning in, Dean’s lips seeking out Alex's, giving him wet, sucking kisses that tugged the other man’s lips before deepening and growing desperate. Pressing up closer to Alex, he groaned at Alex's touch and closed his eyes.
"You trying to tell me you want another go around?" He stroked a hand down along Alex's back, cupping his ass and pressing them tighter together. "Say pretty please with me on top," he chuckled.
"I was kinda hoping for you to be on top, actually," said Alex, his first real grin appearing for just a moment. "And you'd look fucking beautiful all wrapped in tinsel with a red velvet bow on your dick." He sucked on Dean's lower lip for a moment, his hand still caressing Dean's groin. "I don't think I could ever get tired of looking at you, no matter what you were dressed up in."
More kisses followed, and then Alex pushed Dean onto his back. "I wanna see if you still taste the same, or if the flavor has matured with age." Moving lower down in the bed, Alex pillowed his head on Dean's stomach and leant forward to lick at the head of his cock. "Good. You taste good. I could do this forever," he whispered and began to suck.
Dean gave a little groan as Alex caressed, muttering words through his kiss-swollen lips. Rolling on his back, he wriggled to get into the best position for Alex to manage. He gave a chuckle, pushing his head back into the pillows. "Matured with age... I think maybe my brother would argue with you on that." Dean raised his head, watching Alex move, his cock twitching with anticipation as he felt that hot tongue make its first contact, and Dean couldn't help the shudder that rattled his bones.
"Want you too," Dean admitted as a hand lifted to caress dark hair, shorter than it had been before, much like his own. He closed his eyes, pushing his head back into the pillow as he hissed in a breath. If anything, Alex had improved with age.
Okay, thought Alex. I can build on that. By the time I let him out of here, he's going to be begging me to stay with him. That brother of his can fuck right off to Stanford again. He gripped Dean's hip so hard that he knew there would be marks left on it by the time he was done, and that idea pleased him in a secret place somewhere deep inside. He worked Dean's cock as well as he could, taking it in deep and swallowing around it, pulling up to lick around the tip, tongue teasing the rim as he listened to Dean's little, breathless gasps and his softly muttered obscenities.
"Just think, you could have this every night," he murmured softly.
Dean made a little face as his skin was bruised, but he felt more pleasure than pain, and his mind didn't - couldn't dwell on it, because Alex’s mouth wouldn’t let him. Managing only softly whispered dirty words, Dean curled blunt nails in Alex's hair and flexed, using every part of what was left of his control to keep from thrusting up into Alex's sweet hot mouth. "Fuck, Alex... I... gawh," Dean used his other hand to tighten in the bedding, twisting it with his fist as he strained, arching his back.
This was the one person in his life who actually wanted him, thought Dean, his chest heaving as he groaned deeply. This was the one person who could make him feel this way, and who wanted to be with him. He knew that he wanted to be with Alex, but he feared he might have to let him go. What was it about his life that had everyone he ever cared about wanting to abandon him?
"That's it, Dean." Alex seemed to know what his lover was thinking, and he lifted his head to blow a gentle breath across the head of Dean's dick. "Let yourself go. You can do that here, with me, you know." He kissed the weeping tip of Dean's cock, licking up the strands of salty liquid that were steadily oozing from it. "You can let me love you; you can relax and give it up."
He sucked his finger and then slid it round under Dean's balls, feeling for the valley between his ass cheeks that concealed the entrance he sought. Working his finger in, he began to suck anew, worshipping Dean, wanting him to know, to take from this encounter the intensity that he was feeling.
Dean heard Alex's words echoing in his hear. You can let me love you. How Dean wanted to do that. Dean loved his family more than he could ever voice or prove. Try as he might, his efforts had never seemed to be noticed. Alex was different. Alex did notice his efforts, and he returned it as well. Dean lifted his head to look at Alex, "Okay," was all he could say.
The invasion of fingers was familiar and foreign to him at the same time. Alex was familiar territory for him but yet... not. Dean suddenly let out a little cry and spread his legs in invitation. "Alex, Alex... please..."
The sound of his lover pleading made Alex melt. He wanted to hear it again and again. He pressed in further, listening for Dean's desperate little gasps as he found and caressed his prostate, loving the sound of them. Dean was a thing of beauty, his short hair standing up in spikes, the sweat sheening him, his body shuddering and writhing under Alex's ministrations. His eyes were glazed, pupils dark and wide, and his lips were parted in his flushed face, every muscle rigid as he strained to feel what Alex was doing to him.
"If I made porno flicks, you'd be my star. I've never seen anything quite so hot in my life," murmured Alex, sliding his tongue along the ridge of vein that ran down Dean's cock. "I'm gonna fuck you, and you're gonna come so hard..."
Dean felt as if every nerve in his body was on fire. Every little touch his lover gave him was ten times as intense. Alex’s hair brushed his hip, and Dean’s fingers caressed that hair before gripping it, pulling it hard, fingers bruising skin as if he was trying to spell something out. Alex’s breath on him was causing Dean's stomach to quiver, and his tongue... Dean shivered, then tensed all over again.
"Hard, yes, make it hard," Dean pleaded.
"Trust me, it'll be hard," said Alex, rearing up and reaching for the slick he'd put beside the bed. "Put your legs over my shoulders, baby, that way I don't have to brace myself."
Alex's body was still strong and toned, the deep chest had hard muscle rippling under the smooth, tanned skin. The stump of his arm was like a blasphemy, the beautiful body marred by vandals. Alex felt nervous, allowing Dean to see the sum total of what had happened to him. He gritted his teeth and set about preparing them both for his assault on Dean's ass, slicking himself, pushing slippery fingers into Dean, stroking the lube onto Dean's cock too, until everything glistened. "Ready?" he asked, giving Dean only a second or two to respond before surging forward to enter him. "Oh, fuck, yes. I am, if you aren't!"
Dean was admiring Alex's body, the stump of his arm didn’t bother him although he had no idea why. To him, Alex was still the man he’d known, beautiful in so many ways, however, things had to be different now, and he understood that. Raising his legs, placing them upon Alex's shoulders, offered his lover easy access to his body. "God, yes," Dean answered nodding enthusiastically, his whole body itching with need for the other man.
Shit, but Alex was like a drug! A drug he needed to feel good - to feel needed, something that had been lacking in his life. Dean lapped up the attention whenever he could, and right now was one of those times. He gasped and gritted his teeth as Alex pushed inside him. The pain was fleeting, and what came next had him melting. "Alex, if you... you’re gonna take up residence in there, are you gonna at least fix the plumbing?" he asked with a hit of a laugh in his voice.
"There's nothing wrong with your plumbing," responded Alex, starting to move, slowly at first, each pull back and slide inside a careful, controlled motion, calculated to make the best use of his cock. Leaning forward, Alex pressed down so that he could kiss Dean's face, bracing himself on his lover's strong thigh.
"Touch yourself, lover. Let me see you work your cock. Let me see you get yourself going." He pressed his tongue into Dean's mouth, swiping it over teeth and palate. "I can't do it and balance at the same time, damn it." He began to speed up his thrusts, finding a rhythm that felt right and biting his lip as the pleasure started to mount.
Dean groaned as Alex moved, his eyes fluttering, almost drifting closed from the sensation. A small curse left him as his body was rocked by Alex’s onslaught, the talisman he wore sliding over his chest until it slid off his shoulder and fell back behind his neck. "Shall I sing that song, 'When I think about you, I touch myself’?” Dean chuckled as he squeezed his hand down between pressed legs and bodies.
As Alex came down to kiss, Dean reached up to meet, helping Alex while his own fingers curled around his dick. In a way, Dean had gotten used to that. He’d jacked himself off a lot after Alex had vanished into thin air. His own hand pulled at hardened flesh, working the muscle until the sensations began to flick through him and make him moan. In a way it angered Dean that Alex wasn’t able to do this for him. The idiots that had maimed Alex had taken that pleasure from him - from them both. Dean wanted to hurt whoever had done this to him, but at this moment, overwhelmingly, Dean was happy to be with Alex and happy that Alex was here with him.
"Right there," Dean cried out as Alex adjusted his position slightly and hit the exact right spot. "Ohhh, yeah, there."
"You've got it, baby," growled Alex, gritting his teeth and beginning to pound in at the angle that had made Dean cry out. "I want to see you come. I want to see your eyes roll up in your head and know that I was the one who did that to you."
Dean was gorgeous, flushed and panting, his face contorted in a grimace that might have been agony, but was the exact opposite. "Do you know how often I dreamed of this, when I was in the Gulag? And after, when I was in the jail in Tunisia - I kept thinking about you - about how you looked, and the way you felt against my skin that night in the hospital bed, before they took me... I think you're what got me through."
A quick flex of his hips sent a jolt of pleasure through him, and he stopped talking, concentrating on not coming for as long as he could as he gazed down at Dean.
Dean was finding it harder and harder to breath, to suck enough air in his chest without having it forced right back out. He looked up at Alex, not quite sure how to respond to those words. He had missed Alex more than he cared to admit during those first few bleak weeks and months after he had been taken from the hospital.
The expression on Dean’s face was one of pure pleasure as he was rocked by the strength of the movements Alex was making, turning his mind to complete mush. He felt as if he was going to become one with Alex, and that was just fine with him. There was more thrusting; Dean moaned and cursed, kissed and bit at his lover ‘til it seemed almost painful to hold back any more.
When Dean's release struck him, much like a sledge hammer to his chest, he cried out, unable to hold back the sounds. His cries filled the room, curses following inarticulate sounds that might have been pleas for mercy as he felt himself turning into a helpless pile of goo under his lover, limbs tumbled and body trembling; his chest was now a sticky mess.
Alex watched him through a filmy haze of urgency as his own climax began to tickle through him. He couldn't get enough of Dean, the way he felt, the way he looked, helpless and spasming as he came. It was too much, and he felt himself come apart, his own muscles locking up as he drove in one last time and let his load go, filling Dean as Dean's body pulsed around him, sucking him dry.
"Ahhh, God," he whispered. "You're incredible." There was blood on his lip from where he'd bitten it, and his skin was flushed, the sweat pouring down from his exertions. He released Dean's legs and collapsed onto him, pillowing his head on Dean's shoulder as he tried to catch his breath. "Too fucking good," he growled.
Dean lowered his legs as much as he could without dislodging his lover, wrapping one of his arms around Alex. "Of course I am," Dean smirked a little. He was still trying to catch his breath, but he was also enjoying the weight of Alex upon him. He sighed softly, "God, I missed you," he whispered, looking up at the man as he was caressing him.
"You did?" That was a good thing. Alex felt something tighten and flood warm in his stomach as he listened to Dean's soft words. "Ah, jeez, Dean, what are we going to do? You're chasing after this dad of yours, and you want to be with your brother. How can I fit into that?" A sudden dark suspicion flickered through his eyes. "You and your brother..." He coughed. "Uh... do I have a rival here?"
Dean looked away, sighing as he rubbed Alex's skin. "I don't know. Our dad... he seems like he doesn't want to be found. I don't know. He..." Dean grew silent for a long moment, "Sam and I... haven't since he left for Stanford. We're a fucked up family. You probably think I'm sick." Dean looked away.
"I think you're the one that I want, man. I don't care about your first fling; I just want to be your last." Alex rolled to the side and cuddled up against Dean, laying his head against Dean's shoulder. "You and me - we worked well, that time up in Michigan. We could do it again. Spender isn't going to come grab me back again; I've made sure of that."
Dean looked back at Alex, wrapping an arm around him, "We do work well together." He rubbed his hand up and down Alex's body. "You think you can stand all the traveling? Just us three, going from town to town? Searching for my dad? Hunting things?" Dean shifted uneasily, waiting for Alex to laugh at him and toss him out of the bed on his ass for being so naïve.
"With your bro?" Alex frowned. "Hell, baby, I don't know. How's your brother going to take it, if you introduce me, and suddenly become part of the scenery. Is he going to see me as a rival? Will he fight for you, love? Because if he does, I will fight back; I won't be able to stop myself."
"Of course with Sam. I... I sort of made this promise a long time ago. That I would look out for him. But... I don't know if he would see you as a rival. Sam... He had a girlfriend. She died the same way our mom did. He... he hasn't done anything since - been with anyone. Believe me I tried to get him to... well not with me." He gave a little laugh. "And this is the first time I can ever remember that anyone even bothered to offer to fight for me."
"I'm always gonna fight for you, Dean." Alex didn't say anything else for a moment, contenting himself with lying close to him, idly caressing his soft skin. "I guess that we need to find out what your brother thinks, don't we? If he doesn't like the idea of another person horning in on your twosome, we'll have to think of some other way to get together, but one thing's for sure, man; I ain't giving you up again."
"I don't think it's gonna be a problem," Dean was the outcast. His father had dumped him, and Sam hadn't even wanted to come with him, although in the end he’d had no choice. Hell! Sam had left him the first time; there was no telling when or if he would do the same again. "But you are right, we should talk to Sam." Dean turned, rolling on his side and pulling Alex up against him, lifting his head to rest his chin on the top of Alex's dark locks.
For a little while, they lay, sated and content, and then Alex, who was gently tracing Dean's profile with his forefinger, suddenly asked, "Okay, so what are you working on now? Is there a place for me on the front line?" He lifted his head to gaze into Dean's eyes, trying to read any reluctance to have him along that there might be in the sleepy green gaze. His lips twitched as he waited for Dean's response. "What is it? A werewolf? A ghost? Inquiring minds want to know."
Dean gave a slow blink, content to be silent for a moment, before he gave a shrug of his shoulders, "Don't know what is next. Whatever we can find that needs killing. Sam, he would rather look for our dad, but I don't think dad wants to be found right now. I guess we'll head east, pick up a few newspapers and see what we can find. It's not like we have any leads to go on right now."
"Works for me," husked Alex, yawning hugely. "I can meet the brother, go with you and see what sort of beastie you conjure up. Whatever it is, it's bound to be fun, and maybe, just maybe I won't need to boost anyone's wallet this time."
He closed his eyes and nestled in against Dean. He felt supremely comfortable, content for the first time in living memory. Not only had he slain the villain, he had won back his love, and although the brother still loomed like an obstacle in the path of his future happiness, Alex couldn't help thinking that he could deal with the brother, if he became too annoying. One way or another, Dean was his, and Alex intended to keep him.
Dean wrapped his arms more tightly around Alex, smiling against his skin as Alex yawned. "In the morning," Dean yawned as well, grinning at the infectiousness of the gesture. "That’s the one thing about this job. You get to travel, meet such interesting people and it has its perks, but don't turn your back on those skills too soon. The pay is crappy, and I can only hustle so much pool. I’ve been doing that to keep us going, though I have a feeling Sam would much rather do things the hard way. You know, actually work."
Dean snuggled down more, blissfully tangling his legs with Alex's. "Get some sleep," he whispered as he closed his eyes, not able to stop wondering just how was Sam going to take this... this new arrangement. Would his brother understand?