Dark Entries I
by Nicole S
He drove by the young men again, looking at one in
particular, the third from the left. The one with his thumbs hooked into the
pockets of his tight, black jeans. He was the right height, had the same body
type, dark hair... the nose wasn't perfect, and the lips weren't exact, but
he'd do. He'd do.
Alex did another circuit around the block, sitting up in
his seat, taking a long drag on his cigarette. Young men stared at him and
motioned to his car, but he didn't pull over. He took the final drag on his
cigarette, partially unrolled his window, and flicked it outside as he rounded
the corner. He exhaled, and his stomach jumped a little; he hadn't done this
in a long time. The last time was in Prague...
You don't have to do this.
Go pick someone up in a club. You don't have to pay for it for
christsakes.
No, this was better; there were no preconceptions, and both
parties knew why they were here and what was supposed to happen. There were no
strings. Plus, he was perfect. As perfect as he could get without having the
real thing.
Alex pulled up in front of the hustler and rolled down the window
on the passenger side. They young man unhooked his thumbs from his pockets and
sidled up to the car.
"Get in," Alex said.
He got in the car and shut the
door. Alex started to drive away.
"Whatcha lookin' for?"
Alex didn't
reply.
The hustler rolled his eyes, and was going to say something when Alex
held up a 50-dollar bill. "Something simple," Alex said.
He took the 50 and
put it into his jeans pocket. "For fifty bucks, we can get as simple; or as
complicated as you like."
Alex drove along the dark streets, keeping an eye
on the man beside him; he couldn't be more than twenty. He wanted to ask him
how long he had been doing this, why he was doing this; was it the money, did
he just like sex? Alex wondered if the young man was thinking the same thing,
what the hell was a guy like Alex doing picking up men like him on a dark
street?
Because I need to.
He drove a little longer until they got to
a service road. He turned down it and drove until they were underneath an
elevated freeway where he parked the car and cut the engine. There was a dim
streetlight overhead, giving them just enough light to see each other. Alex
gave the young man a once over—he was very good looking, with his
short-cropped hair, and big, brown eyes. Alex noticed that he was a tad
twitchy, which made him notice the tiny bit of white residue along his left
nostril.
Alex took off his seatbelt and leaned the seat back before he undid
the button on his jeans. Slowly, he brought the zipper down. The young man
turned to face Alex and watched him lift his hips and pull his jeans down a
little, exposing his hard cock.
The young man licked his lips before bringing
out a condom.
"I don't have AIDS," Alex said.
"How do you know I don't?"
The hustler snorted.
"Do you?"
"Not as of last month." He hesitated, but
Alex nodded and he continued, ripping open the condom package with his
teeth.
Alex sighed and leaned back in his seat as his hardness was encased in
latex. No one was sucking bare cock anymore. He drew in his breath as the
young man brought his lips down to meet his hard cock. The young man began
flicking his tongue over the slit in the top before swallowing him to the base.
Alex moaned; even through the condom, he could feel the young man's talented
mouth and tongue work him into a frenzy.
Alex leaned back further, his
mechanical hand wiggling in its leather glove. He wasn't going to last too
long. He pulled the glove off of his right hand, reached down and caressed the
soft hair at the nape of the young man's neck. He closed his eyes and imagined
Mulder working him over instead.
He'd been watching Mulder, watching him eat,
sleep, jerk off. For what seemed like forever, Alex followed him around, not
interfering in his life or his cases, just watching. Just to see him move,
just to see him breathe. He kept telling himself that it was part of his job,
that it was required, but the rational side of him said that he was falling
fast, and he should back away before he did something drastic. He didn't need
to watch Mulder; that assignment had been fulfilled years ago. He'd been
through this before, and Alex had had the good sense just to leave his
obsession behind and get away from him for a while. This time, however, his
rational side was overpowered by his need, and he continued to watch Mulder,
wherever he was. He'd fly across the country, sleep in cars, and bribe people,
sometimes just to watch him sleep.
He couldn't back away now; he was in too
deep. He needed to watch Mulder, needed to see him. It was like a drug that
he craved, sickly sweet with a bitter tang, just watching him from that
apartment across the street. God, what he wouldn't do to leave that empty
apartment and go across the street to Mulder's, tie him up and fuck him into
insanity...
The young man increased the speed of his mouth, causing Alex to
moan out loud. Yes, this was Fox Mulder sucking him. This was Mulder's tongue
trailing up the vein on his cock, swirling round the head. These were Mulder's
fingers gently fondling his balls. Yeah, this was Mulder... Mulder with the
hazel eyes and gorgeous body and the thick cock, with the lower lip that just
begged to be nibbled on...
"Fox..." he whispered.
He moaned again then
bucked his hips a few times before coming with a hitch of breath and soft
grunt. The young man still moved his mouth up and down, stripping him of his
cream before lifting his head. He grinned at Alex and nuzzled his hand as he
caressed his cheek.
Alex brought a box of Kleenex out from under the seat and
cleaned himself up, the young man not making a motion to do it for him. He
tossed the tissues and used condom into a plastic bag then did up his pants.
After he fixed the angle of his seat, he started the car and began to drive
back towards the strip.
The young man opened his mouth to say something, but
settled back and looked out the window instead.
For the
next three weeks, Alex visited the hustler every evening. He'd give him 50
bucks, and the young man would suck his cock while fondling his balls. Alex
would lean back in his seat, stroke the hair at the back of the young man's
neck, and imagine it was Mulder sucking and licking him to completion. During
the day, Alex followed Mulder, his want and need growing stronger and stronger.
Alex wanted Mulder so bad he could taste him. He couldn't live without seeing
him for a day from the apartment across the street, through the binoculars, or
from a car following him and Scully during a case. Sometimes he couldn't go an
hour...
Alex knew fifty dollars was a lot for a blow-job, but he didn't care.
The hustler was grateful for the cash, and turned down other tricks to be with
Alex. And tonight, Alex would use that greed to his advantage.
Alex pulled
up in front of the young man, who got in right away. He started to drive and
pulled out five hundred dollars, putting the crisp hundreds into his
companion's hand.
"Tonight we're going to try something different."
The
young man bristled slightly. "How different?"
Alex looked over at him. The
young man's hand was on the door handle, in case he had to make a quick
escape.
"Don't worry," Alex assured him. "I'm not going to hurt you." Alex
couldn't blame him for being nervous; it wasn't every day that one-armed
assassins dressed in black leather picked up hustlers for an evening of
something different. And although he couldn't possibly know what Alex did
for a living, the hustler probably knew he wasn't an accountant or lawyer.
He
looked at the money then back at Alex. Alex looked over at him again, a
reassuring look on his face. He then folded the bills and put them in his
pocket.
Alex drove through the city to a motel by the airport. The young man
looked relieved that Alex didn't take him to an abandoned lot somewhere. They
got out of the car and went into the room. Alex looked him up and down; he was
shorter than Mulder, now that he was face to face with him. He also seemed to
be thinner. Alex knew that if the hustler tried anything, he wouldn't have any
problem overpowering him.
The hustler stood there, sniffing slightly,
bringing his hand up to his nose to wipe away coke residue that was no longer
there. Alex went to the closet, got out a garment bag, and held it out to the
young man.
"Put it on."
The young man twitched, but took the bag just the
same. He laid the bag on the bed and unzipped it, revealing the contents. He
frowned then turned to Alex. "You want me to put on a suit?"
"Five hundred
should be plenty," Alex said, annoyed.
"Hey man, it's your kink." He started
to get undressed.
Alex was right about the weight, he was skinnier than
Mulder, and just a tad shorter, but the suit would do. His cock was of medium
length and thick, it was also half-hard. The sight of it sent a jitter through
Alex's groin, and made him harden instantly. Once the young man was dressed in
the white shirt and dark grey suit, Alex carefully brought out an object
wrapped in tissue paper. He cautiously opened the tissue to reveal a tie. It
was dark grey with light grey X's on it. It was Mulder's tie.
Alex had stood
there in Mulder's bedroom, wanting to take an entire suit, but knowing that
would be way too dangerous. His head had swum as he ran his bare hand over the
contents of the closet, taking it all in. He'd reached for the ties slung
along the hanger and fondled them one by one until he'd found his favourite,
the one that made him smile. He'd slipped it from the hanger and gently laid
it onto the rectangle of tissue on the bed. Gently, he'd wrapped it up and
slipped it into his pocket. He'd stood there for a few more minutes before
sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at everything. His hand had trembled
as he reached for the pillow, bringing it up to his face and inhaling. The
scent of Mulder had been overwhelming, causing him to sink to his knees on the
floor beside the bed. His cock had been so hard; he couldn't remember when it
had been harder. Hastily, he'd unzipped his jeans and brought out his cock,
stroking himself as he'd looked around the room, surrounded by all that was
Mulder. He'd laid his head on the pillow that he'd left on the bed, drinking
the smell, moaning into it as he came into his hand. He'd wiped his come onto
his t-shirt before he stood up. He'd kissed the pillow gently before he put it
back on the bed, stroking it yearningly before he left the room.
Alex placed
the strip of fabric around the neck before him and tied it. Then he reached up
and cupped his face. The young man nuzzled into his hand, but backed away when
Alex tried to kiss him.
"Not on the mouth."
Alex had a small vision of
pulling his Glock and binding the young man's hands with the tie, before
forcing him to suck his bare cock, but instead took a deep breath and gave a
half smile. He kissed the man's cheek instead.
"Is this
okay?"
"Yeah."
Alex kissed his cheek and neck, up to his ear, then Alex put
his arms around him, and nearly crushed him to his chest. The hustler put his
arms around Alex. Soon, he was whimpering as Alex writhed up and down his
body. Wandering his hands under the shirt, and pressing his groin in, Alex
could feel the young man's cock harden under his touch.
"I want you to fuck
me," Alex whispered into his ear. He gasped as Alex bit gently on his earlobe.
"I've got everything we need over on the desk. Fuck me over the desk." He
kissed his neck. "Leave the suit on."
Alex led him over to the desk, which
had rubber gloves, condoms, lube and a box of tissues on it. There was also a
yellow legal pad with a few doodles on it, stolen from Mulder's apartment the
day he took the tie. Alex braced himself against the desk and waited for the
young man to begin.
The young man reached forward and undid Alex's leather
pants, slipping them down his legs. He tried to take them off, but was
stopped.
"Do me like this."
He didn't say anything. Alex could hear the
zipper of the pants being brought down, then the soft sound of fabric hitting
the floor. The young man reached for a rubber glove and put it on, before he
reached for the lube. Alex was quivering with anticipation as the slick digits
entered him, spreading the gel around, opening him up. He hadn't had this done
to him in so long it was a wonder he didn't break in two from the fingers
caressing his prostate alone.
The rubber glove was snapped off, and an arm
reached forward for a condom. Alex could hear the package being opened and
then the condom rolled on. He then felt the large cock press against his
opening. Alex leaned over the desk a little more and gave him easier access to
his ass.
He took his time entering Alex, giving a few grunts as he shoved
forward an inch at a time. Finally, he was buried to the hilt, his balls
resting against the trembling ass. He leaned forward, nuzzled the back of
Alex's neck and started to move in and out of him, breathing heavily into his
ear.
That simple nuzzling action was almost enough to send Alex over the
edge. He now believed this was truly Fox Mulder behind him. Alex thrust his
ass out to meet the other man's hips, moaning, whispering Fox's name. He
reached behind and grabbed the tie, draping it over his shoulder. He then held
it to his face, breathing in Mulder's scent as the young man's hot breath
bathed his neck. Alex moaned again; he was close and knew he wasn't going to
last too much longer. He reached down and took himself in his hand, stroking
himself, the pain of this young man not being willing to touch him shoved from
his mind for a minute. He never wanted to touch Alex, unless he had to, never
cleaned him up after he came, only used his mouth and fingers when required,
the bare necessities to get the job done... Yeah, this was Mulder... his
Mulder... fucking him, making him feel so good.
"God yes! Fuck me,
baby..."
Alex came with a cry onto the yellow legal pad on the desk, milking
his cock of the last drops. The young man came a few strokes later, a grunt
and a squeeze of Alex's hips the only indication he had done so.
They stood
joined for mere seconds, before the young man disengaged himself and cleaned
himself up. Alex also cleaned himself up, did up his trousers, and sat on the
bed. The hustler was about to take the suit off, but Alex stopped him.
"I
want you to stay. For a little while."
The hustler loosened the tie and
looked at him. Alex held out a small bag of white powder. He could see the
young man's eyes gleam in the dim light from the bedside lamp and lick his
lips.
"All night?"
"When you're ready to go, I'll take you back."
He took
the small bag, and immediately tasted some of the powder. He looked at Alex
and excused himself to the bathroom for a moment. When he came back, he was
smiling. Alex opened his arms and the young man lay down into his embrace.
Alex nuzzled the dark hair under his chin, kissing it gently as he held onto
the suit-clad body of the man that should be Mulder. He undid the tie from
around the young man's neck and slipped it off. He held it to his nose and
breathed in, not allowing the tears to come. It wasn't what he wanted, but for
now it was what he could get.
He
cruised the strip for the fifth time that evening. Music low, tinted windows
up, slouched down in his seat, observing the young men that lined the street.
He was watching, surveying, making sure he could get what he wanted. Almost
what he wanted.
