Mission: Jaws of the Jaguar

Mission: Jaws of the Jaguar
Chapter ElevenIntimacyFox looked at him consideringly. "So there's gonna be xt txt time?"


"Unless it would mean my having to rape you, yes. I'm not nearly through with you. As you pointed out, I didn't. But not just yet." He patted Mulder's cheek. "I want you rested and recouped before I get mine."

"Uh... that sounds kinda like you plan on wearing me out."

"Oh, I do."

"I begin to wonder what I've gotten myself into."

"I'm going to go downstairs and check the mail again. I think we may have a second delivery today. I found a list of places that deliver in that drawer. Why don't you call and order dinner? Anything but pizza. And Fox?"

"Yeah?"

"Personally, it would suit me fine if you wanted to run around the apartment naked. But if you have to answer the door, please remember to zip up." Blushing, Mulder quickly tucked himself back into his pants as Ethan exited.

Downstairs, Ethan reflected that it had been a nice episode. He had a feeling that Fox was going to be a more than satisfactory lover. So often he had to keep most of himself screened from the people he bedded, not able to reveal himself. With Fox it was different. The FBI agent knew what he was, and Ethan didn't have to pretend with Fox. That was... liberating.

And Mulder's wonder and enthusiasm was flattering, he had to admit it. Ethan saw it as a bit of a responsibility, being someone's first. He felt like he hadn't let Fox down. He smiled to himself, wondering if Fox would be as eager for the next first that he had planned. He thought he would.

There was, he expected, more envelopes in the mailbox. Besides another video tape, there was also a small box. Once again, nothing was marked in any way. He wondered if the real postman ever thought about why nothing ever came for this address.

Fox was at the dining room table, reviewing his previous night's notes when Ethan entered. That was another thing he liked about Fox: he didn't need to be told everything. He knew the importance of becoming as familiar with the material as possible. He was wearing his glasses again, and Ethan handed him the box. "I think this is for you."

Fox opened the box to reveal a contact lens case, a soaking box, and a bottle of lens cleaner. "Oh boy. Now the other kids at school won't call me four eyes."

"Go ahead and try them on. It may take a little while for you to get adjusted. Though I hear that the new extended wear soft contacts are pretty easy on the eyes."

With a little coaching from Ethan, Fox managed to get the lenses in. "How are they?"

"A little weird. Not as bad as I expected." Fox picked up a sheet of notes and studied it. "I can see great." He sounded surprised.

"Terrific. You're supposed to be able to sleep in them, keep them on for several days at a time. But I wouldn't advise it right at first. We don't want you getting an eye infection right before the mission. It wouldn't totally fuck things up, but you'll function better if you aren't in any physical discomfort."

"Your concern is touching."

"Hey, don't sound so cynical. I'm concerned." He looped his arms around Fox's waist, pulling their lower bodies together. "Don't' I LOOK concerned?" He made a serious face.

Fox snorted and pushed him away, but there was an undertone of amusement in the sound. "What else have we got?" "Let's see."

This time it was photos and family histories for both Ballard and Galbraith. They settled in to study. Fox found it amazing that he could end up looking almost exactly like a man who's parents in no way resembled his own. Genetics was a funny thing.

As he read, Ethan reflected that Connor Galbraith was really something of a success story. The man had been born into grinding poverty. His mother was a char, and his father worked odd jobs, when he wasn't drinking. There were six siblings, all older and all girls. Connor had been royally spoiled by the women in his family.

He'd gone against the tide in his neighborhood, staying in school, then taking university courses. He'd also begun a lucrative drug trade at a very early age. By the time he was sixteen he was running a large section of turf, with more than twenty underlings reporting to him.

A more established dealer had taken a fancy to him, and helped him get his business degree. With the contacts his patron provided, Connor had moved into the distribution end of the business. He soon showed a genius for finding small transport companies that could be taken over and used for drug running, while turning enough of a legitimate profit to keep the authorities from becoming too suspicious.

Handsome and personable, Connor networked for all he was worth. It became known that he was reliable, always turning a profit for whoever he worked with, and never getting caught. A few subordinates were nicked, but there was never enough evidence to connect Galbraith, and the captured employees kept their mouths shut. They knew that a nice bonus awaited if they did, and repercussions waited if they did not.

Ethan shook his head slightly. All that intelligence, ambition, and energy. What might Galbraith have become if he'd stayed in the mainstream? No point in speculating, really. In real life, such qualities were not always rewarded.

Connor didn't forget where he came from. His parents were set up in a comfortable suburban house, where his father quickly drank himself to death. His mother still lived there, with her second husband. All the sisters were either established with apparently happy marriages, or set up in businesses, courtesy of their baby brother. The family was well aware of Connor's lifestyle, both his financial, and his romantic. He'd been openly gay since his early teens. *Must be a tough bastard* Ethan thought. Street culture in Dublin isn't all that tolerant. He must've kicked some serious ass early on to earn respect.

Sure enough, there was a not inconsequential police record, all for fighting or assault. No drug charges. No theft. Connor wasn't going to do anything that would attract attention that might jeopardize his living.

The food arrived. Ethan was pleased to see that Fox had shown a little adventurousness in his selection. Instead of the burgers or Chinese food he'd expected, there was Greek cuisine: kebabs, pilaf, and moussaka. "Good choice."

"Yeah, well, this is the only way you're gonna get me to eat eggplant."

"Why am I not surprised?"

"Well, it's weird. I mean, purple? Purple food is not natural. Except maybe grapes."

"What about plums?"

"Okay, and plums."

"What do you mean, not natural? They aren't artificially colored, so they HAVE to be natural."

"You just have to argue, don't you? You know what I mean."

"Sure, I do. I know you better than you think."

Fox poked at the last of the rice on his plate, them mumbled, "Yeah, maybe you do."

Ethan reached over and stroked a finger down Fox's cheek, saying softy, "Does that bother you?"

"I don't know." Fox said honestly. "I'm not used to people understanding me. It's a new experience."

Clearing away was quick, and easy. There was another video tape. It was apparent that they were being given a broad overview of how the two men acted and interacted in public.

Mulder studied the two men on the tape. They were standing outside what looked like a rural pub, and they were very oddly dressed. They were both wearing bright red jackets with brass buttons, tight white pants, high black boots, and black billed haps of some sort. "What, are they at a costume party?"

"I'm surprised at you, Mulder. Especially coming from Maryland. That's a popular sport there, as well as in England."

Fox squinted at the screen. A horse, mounted by someone wearing an identical costume, passed. "Oh, no."

"Yes, that's right. They're..."

"Don't say it."

"They're fox hunting."

Mulder groaned, putting his head in his hands. "They did this on purpose, didn't they?"

"Possibly. I suspect that our operator has a slightly twisted sense of humor. Anyway, it's a part of their life. It signifies."

"Well, you better hope that Montaña doesn't want to ride to the hunt, because I'm a lousy horseman. The damn things scare me, and they know it. They have hard hooves, heavy bodies, big teeth, and nasty attitudes."

"We should be able to avoid horseback riding."

As they watched, Connor patted Daniel's butt, and received a kiss in return. "You know, they're the most open physically affectionate couple I've ever seen, gay OR straight."

"We have to remember that. If we seem distant to each other, or cool, it may cause speculation that we don't need. Lots of pet names, too, honey bunny."

Fox grunted. "All right, lambchop." Ethan laughed.

They continued watching the tape. Yes, horsemanship was one area where Ballard and Mulder differed. Ballard sat his horse with easy grace, obviously at home in the saddle. Galbraith was obviously not as skilled, but he was competent and efficient, as he was in most things.

It had been easier to get this footage than it had some of the others, Ethan reflected. Hunts were often filmed, and the participants didn't think anything of it. There was even a good shot of Daniel jumping a hedge, leaning over his horse's neck, perfectly in tune with his mount. The hunt finished back at the pub, with pints all around.

Ethan clicked off the set. "Okay. Bed time." He stood up, and offered his hand to Fox. Fox looked at it for a moment, then looked up at Ethan. He put his hand in Ethan's, and allowed himself to be drawn to his feet and led into the bedroom.

Ethan switched the bedside lamp on low, then shut off the lights. He started to remove his shirt. He's nervous again. I can take care of that. "How about another back rub, Fox?"

"That would be... nice."

"Get undressed, then." Ethan went into the bathroom and returned with a towel. Fox was down to his briefs. Hunt spread the towel out on the bed, then said, "All of it, Fox."

Fox hesitated, then removed the briefs. Ethan noticed with satisfaction that his cock was already beginning to stiffen. Anticipation was a wonderful aphrodisiac.

Without being told, Fox crawled up on the bed and positioned himself on the towel, face down. Ethan stripped down to his own briefs, leaving them on for the time being. He opened the bedside table and pulled out a small bottle, then climbed up on the bed with Fox. He straddled the FBI agent's thighs, opened the bottle, and poured some into his hand, then set it aside.

Fox sniffed, puzzled, then said doubtfully, "Cookies?"

"Vanilla." Ethan spread the oil across Fox's shoulder blades and up his shoulders. The sweet scent filled Fox's nostrils. There was something undeniably relaxing about it. He poured more oil into his hand, and smoothed it the length of Fox's back. Then he settled in, and began cracking the cartilage in Fox's spine. Mulder grunted in appreciation. "Like that?"

"You keep asking mat. at. If I DON'T like it, Ethan, I'll throw you off." Ethan thought about telling him that he might to throw him off, but decided he didn't feel like issuing a challenge right now. Wrestling could be fun, but he was interested in a more direct sexual encounter right now.

His cock was getting very hard as he stroked Mulder's back, rocking against his thighs with the motion of his arms. Mulder shifted. There was a distinct sensation of warmth in the area that Ethan was covering. "Is there something in that oil?"

"Besides the scent? Yeah, it's a heating oil. Warms the skin up with contact."

"Feels good."

"I know." Ethan worked Fox's muscles strongly, kneading out every trace of tension, leaving the FBI agent limp and purring. "By the way." He licked Fox's back. "It's also flavored."

Fox gave a gusty sigh as Ethan trailed his tongue down his spine. When Ethan's hands gripped his ass, Fox tensed a little. But he relaxed as Ethan rubbed and squeezed; firmly, then gently. He hardly thought about it when Ethan pulled the cheeks apart, spreading them as he massaged. When he felt the greased fingers skimming down the cleft, though, his eyes opened wide. "Ethan?"

"Just relax. Nothing's going to happen if you don't want it to. But you will want it." He shifted to Fox's side. "Open your legs." Fox hesitated. Ethan stroked his back. "C'mon, baby. Let me show you how good it can feel."

Fox spread his legs, and Ethan moved back to kneel between them. Again he took more oil, and parted Fox's ass cheeks. He ran his fingers up and down, generously coating the crease. Then his fingers began to circle around the puckered opening, not trying to push inside, just massaging.

Fox felt himself beginning to relax, the tight spring of muscles loosening a little. The oil helped, warming the flesh and seeming to soften it. Then Fox felt a brush of air, and something warm and wet stroked across his ass hole. Startled, he craned his head to look back.

Ethan had his face buried against Fox's ass. Again the hot, soft touch came, and Fox whimpered. "What..."

"I'm rimming you. Just relax and enjoy it." Ethan bent to his task again.

Fox forced himself to lie still, but he wanted desperately to squirm. The soft, gentle licking continued. Then there was a more firm push, and Fox felt Ethan's tongue penetrate shallowly. "Oh, god."

The tongue moved, pressing, then withdrawing, entering him a fraction deeper each time. He moaned as he felt a harder touch, and a greased finger slid slowly into his ass.

"Easy." With his other hand, Ethan rubbed the small of Fox's back. "You'll get used to it."

It wasn't painful, like some of his prostate exams had been. But then, those had been in a cold, sterile environment, with Fox bent over and grabbing the stirrups on an exam table. Add to that the fact that there had been no warming oil, no sensual massage, and he wasn't attracted to the doctor, and it was understandable, he supposed.

Ethan slowly began to work his finger in and out. "This is just a little of what it will feel like, Fox, if you let me fuck you."

"Ethan, I don't know if I..."

"Shh. Give it a couple of minutes. Don't say no right away. Feel."

Ethan continued finger fucking Mulder, patiently and gently opening him up. His own cock was rock hard by now, and there was a damp patch of pre come soaking into his briefs, but he didn't hurry. He had little doubt that he would get what he wanted, and he was going to be sure that Fox enjoyed the experience enough to want it again.

Fox made no comment when Ethan eased the second finger in beside the first, but his hands fisted briefly on the sheet. Hunt continued stroking in a steady rhythm, and began moving his fingers farther apart, gradually scissoring them. His voice was low and soothing. "Fox? Okay, I'm going to try to find your prostate now. You hang on.'re're going to want to come, but try to hold off, okay?"

"Okay."

"I don't want you to come till I'm inside you."

"Ethan..." Whatever comment or protest Fox had been going to make was lost in a gasp as he felt a sudden explosion of pleasure. "Jesus!"

"Hold on, Fox. Don't come." Ethan rubbed again. Fox made a strangling sound, and instinctively pushed back, impaling himself more deeply. "Yeah, that feels good. One more." The third finger was pressed tightly to the other two as Ethan eased them inside.

Fox's face was pressed against the pillow, hard. "Fox, turn your head." He was trembling, hitching slightly. "Fox! Turn your head and breathe."

Fox's head rolled, and he said hoarsely, "Fuck me, Hunt."

"Are you sure?"

"Oh, fuck, no. Yes. Just do it, before I go crazy."

That was all Ethan needed to hear. He swiftly stripped off his shorts, his eager cock almost slapping his belly as it sprang free. He lightly greased his cock, then reached in the drawer and came up with a condom. Ripping open the pack, he said, "You can't use oil based lubes with latex, so I got some that are made of polyurethane. Safe and comfortable."

Through his lust induced haze, Mulder chuckled weakly. "You... you had this all planned out."

"Planning is a part of me, Fox. If something's worth going after, I do it right." Ethan rolled the rubber down over his hard on, then slathered it with more of the sweet oil. He moved back behind Mulder, and said, "Lift your hips." When the FBI agent complied, he slid a pillow under him, lifting and angling his hips. Then he once again parted Mulder's cheeks, and fitted his cock head against the rosy, puckered opening.

"Okay, Fox, time to get your cherry plucked. Slow and easy."

Ethan had prepared him well. There was no pain as the glans slid past the muscular little ring, lodging inside. There was only a sense of stretching. Ethan looked down, studying the way Mulder's flesh closed around his own, and resisted the urge to ram in, full length. That could come later. Now he eased forward slowly, gradually wedging his way deeper.

Halfway in he stopped, and withdrew till he was barely penetrating. Mulder moaned as the stretched passage narrowed again with his exit. "You okay?"

"Put it back in. I feel empty." Ethan laughed softly, and pushed forward. This time he kept going till he was buried to the root. His balls nestled against Fox's own, and his pubic hair tickled his ass.

Again Ethan stopped. This time it was as much for himself as it was for Fox. He desperately did not want to come right away. "Damn, Fox," he hissed. "You're so tight! And hot. You're a fucking furnace."

"Ethan... how... how big are you? Are you like, a record or something?"

Ethan kissed the back of Fox's neck. "I'm okay, but I'm not a candidate for a specimen jar." He slid his hands down Fox's sides, and under, finding his erection. "You're pretty nice, too." He began to stroke. "I'm going to move now."

"Please."

The single word was full of breathy longing. The smaller man started to pump in and out with short, shallow strokes. Every now and then he'd pull a little farther back, so that his cock head would pass over Mulder's prostate. Mulder began making little thrusts back to meet him. "You like it, don't you Fox?"

"Yes." It was a whimper.

"Tell me what you like." Ethan made a short, hard jab, moving Fox on the bed.

Fox yelped with pleasure. "This. I like this."

Ethan did it again. And again. "No, tell me."

"I like you fucking me. I like the way your cock feel in my ass." He twisted his head and looked back at Ethan. His face was flushed and sweaty, eyes hot. He was beautiful. "I want more."

Ethan growled, and let go. He started pounding into Fox with all his strength. Mulder bucked back to meet him, making small, animal sounds in the back of his throat that drove Ethan even harder. He loved it that HE was the one causing Mulder to make those noises. "Give it to me, Mulder!" He rasped. "Give it up! Come for me."

His hands moved furiously on Fox's blood engorged shaft, and suddenly they were bathed in hot, thick fluid as Fox climaxed. His whole body seemed to clench. The muscles of his anal passage rippled, squeezing and milking Ethan, and he, too, came. And he groaned Fox's name when he did.

The condom safely caught and held Hunt's sperm, but Fox could feel the pulse through the thin sheath. It was the most vital, living, REAL thing he'd ever experienced. Ethan made a few more strokes, cock beginning to soften. Then he pulled out, holding the rubber to the base of his penis to be sure it didn't come off.

Ethan stripped the rubber off, tied it, and dropped it in the wastebasket. Then he urged Mulder over onto his back. Taking the towel, he wiped his lover clean, then swapped himself and threw the towel on the floor. Mulder lay, boneless, staring up at the ceinling.

There was a look of dazed wonder on his face. Ethan lay on his side by him, pillowing his head on Fox's shoulder, and Fox put his arm around him, hugging. "How do you feel?"

"My ass hurts. But I feel good. Shit, I feel...I don't know. Words sort of fail."

"Hm. Does this mean I've found a way to render you speechless?"

Fox gently tugged at the hair that fell across his forehead. "You wish."

"No, not really. I like it when you talk. Remember?"

"Yeah, I remember. Pervert."

"Have I tried to deny it?"

Fox was quiet for a while. Finally he said slowly, "Is... this what Connor and Daniel do?"

"I'm not sure. Probably something like it. Any way, it doesn't matter." Ethan kissed Fox deeply. "This is what Ethan and Fox do."