Mission: Jaws of the Jaguar

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Mission: Jaws of the Jaguar Chapter SevenVideo VoyeurismThe first thing that Fox did upon returning to the apartment was to get out of his shoes and socks. He sat on the couch, rubbing his feet. Ethan noticed that Fox had long, elegantly shaped feet, rather aristocratic looking. Very mobile toes. He wondered if they curled when Mulder reached climax. He'd have to remember to check. Fox saw him watching. "Well, new shoes pinch sometimes, and I was on my feet a lot." he said defensively.

"I didn't say anything. You get just as comfortable as you like. Take off anything that feels too confining." Fox frowned as Bridger went to the dining room table and started sorting through the new batch of information. He's so flippant. I think he's enjoying teasing me. Must like making the Feeb feel like a dork.

Fox had no idea how right he was about Ethan's pleasure in teasing him, and no idea how wrong he was about the motive he assumed was driving the other agent. Fox wasn't used to being courted by another man.

"I'm going to need the name of your optometrist, so we can get some contacts made to your prescription. You'll have to start wearing them as soon as possible, so you can deal with them convincingly."

"Won't you need written permission for them to release my personal information?" Bridger just looked at him. "Right. Silly me." Fox wrote down the name of the doctor, and his office address. "So, what, will your people break in and rifle through his records?"

"You really don't need to know that." Ethan went to the computer, signed on, and got on the Internet. "But if it's any consolation, that'll only happen if his records aren't on file on a computer hooked to the Internet." He typed in the information off the scrap of paper, then closed the program.

"Is there ANY information about me you can't get?"

Ethan regarded him blandly. "Not much."

"Shit. The Lone Gunmen are seeming more sane all the time."

"Interesting people."

"You don't mean to tell me... Never mind. I don't want to know."

"Very wise. They didn't send us much on Daniel today, just his school records." He flipped through the pages, then handed them over to Fox. "Looks like he just barely managed to keep from getting expelled on a regular basis, mostly for breaking curfew. He was sneaking out to local bars."

Fox scanned the top page. "Whoa, Somerset Academy. Mommy and Daddy were willing to expend some serious bucks on Daniel. Plus they must've registered him about two seconds after the sonogram confirmed he was a boy. That place isn't easy to get into." He sat down and began studying.

Ethan started to go through a list of Galbraith's business contacts, taking particular note of the satisfaction he seemed to have had in his dealings with each one. It wouldn't do to express too high a regard for someone who'd fucked up a transaction, or slight someone who'd made the Irishman a considerable profit.

"Huh."

Ethan looked at Fox. "Wh


"Daniel did get expelled, his junior year. Ended up taking his GED. That's apparently what kept him out of an Ivy League college."

"Why was he expelled?"

"One of those illicit trips to a bar."

"One too many times, eh?"

"Not so much that as the fact that two guys got in a fight over him. He was letting one of them buy him drinks, then he slipped off to the men's room with the other. Guy number one was not happy."

"It says all that in the school record?" Ethan was surprised. Usually those exclusive, old money schools were a little more discrete, even with their private records.

"No. It says that in the police report that came with it. And..." Fox winced. "Oo, they really shouldn't have locked him up with the adult offenders. One of them didn't take kindly to him saying no, and laid his shoulder open with a sharpened wire."

"That's one of the points you didn't match. They should have a diagram or photo of it later on. We'll have to take care of it."

Fox sat up abruptly. "You are not carving on me!"

"Will you chill? God, haven't you seen any movies lately? They can work wonders with appliances. We can fix you up with a fake that will fool anyone except maybe a plastic surgeon, and it'll stay on till we take it off. I don't know what you're bitching about. I'M going to be sporting your... well... Daniel's initials." He touched himself just where the curve of his left hipbone lay. "Right here."

"Yeah? You didn't love me enough to get the whole name?" Ethan threw a paper at him. "I guess it could always be worse. They could be pierced."

Straight faced, Ethan said," I think they're waiting for their fifth anniversary for that. Gonna have a double ring ceremony."

"Ow. I can't understand people poking holes in their bodies for decoration."

"I dunno." Ethan reached over and gently pinched Fox's left earlobe. "I think you'd look sexy with a little diamond stud, or maybe a gold hoop."

Fox froze as Ethan's thumb stroked over his earlobe. He felt an insane desire to tuck his head against his shoulder, trapping the hand. Then it was withdrawn, and Bridger was studying his material. Fox shuffled the papers before him, and tried to get back his concentration. Daniel had racked up dozens of parking tickets. Seems like he felt privileged to park anywhere he felt like.

Ethan watched Fox out of the corner of his eye. The FBI agent shifted nervously after the touch. He watched as Fox unconsciously rubbed at his ear, then let his hand slide back to massage his neck. That was nice. The only thing almost as good as touching a sexy man was watching him touch himself.

He'd give Fox one more night on the couch, he decided. Then he'd start to push. It wouldn't be too difficult to convince him that it was necessary for the mission, that he needed to get acclimate to the situation BEFORE they were on assignment. Once he had him in bed, he'd see. He might need to wait another day before he made his move, maybe even two. But it was going to happen, he had no doubt of that. Fox was just too sensitive to his touch. He was skittish, but not phobic. Probably a virgin, at least with men. Isn't that sweet?

Ethan was finding that not only did he desire Mulder, but that he genuinely liked him. The FBI agent was quick, intelligent, and had a dry, off-beat sense of humor. Ethan even liked Fox's fascination with the unknown and unexplained. It meant he was curious, and probably open to... new experiences.

The thing to do, Ethan thought, was to build interest gradually, just as he had been doing. A little innuendo, a light, unexpected touch here and there. Make Fox very aware of him, surround him. Ethan was enjoying this. He didn't get to spend a lot of time with people in his profession. The subtleties of seduction often had to be passed over in favor of a more direct approach.

I probably could have had him last night. I know he got hard, and it wasn't easy, not sliding my hands under there and grabbing him. Just about two inches away from that ass... Yeah, I could have had him. But he wasn't ready for it. And he deserves to be seduced. He's worth a little extra time and effort.

The more practical, less romantic, side of his nature told him that it would be good for the mission. Actual physical intimacy would give their interaction that extra air of credibility that might mean the difference between success, and disaster.

"Fox, we need to start relating to each other as Daniel and Connor, so it will seem natural by the time we get to Columbia. We can start gradually. From now on, when we're out in public, I'm Connor and you're Daniel. As you get more comfortable with it, we'll spend more time in character."

"Yes, dear."

"Smart ass."

"One of the many reasons you love me."

After a meal of sandwiches, they sat down to watch the video tape that had come with that morning's information. The scene this time was obviously in some sort of club. The lighting was dim, except for the colored flashes that swept by every few minutes, and heavy techno- dance music throbbed in the background.

The focus was on a small, circular booth. Connor and Daniel were already seated, Connor on the inside. Daniel seemed to be pouting about something. He kept pettishly brushing off Connor's attempts to jog him out of his funk. Then a handsome blonde man approached the table, and asked Daniel to dance. Connor put a hand on Daniel's arm, but Daniel shook him off. With a cold glance at his lover, Ballard got up and moved out of frame, following the blonde. Connor stared after them, his expression dark.

"Uh oh." Fox commented. "Looks like trouble in paradise."

"Danny's punishing him for something. But judging from the look on Galbraith's face, he isn't going to take it lying down." Connor watched whatever action was going on off screen, his anger building. His dark brows drew down in a scowl, and his lips thinned.

At last Daniel returned, followed by the blonde. He stood near the booth, back to Connor, speaking flirtatiously to his dance partner. Finally Connor reached out, grabbed Daniel by the back of his belt, and jerked him down into the booth. Daniel gave a startled squawk as he landed, Connor's arm snaking around him to hold him fast. Connor's voice was very cool, and very plain. "My husband forgets himself sometimes. Go find someone else to talk to."

The interloper backed off quickly. Daniel squirmed. "Con, let go of me! How dare you embarrass me like that!"

"Oh, it's me embarrassing you, is it?" Connor dragged Daniel deeper into the booth. "Was it me out there acting the slut with a stranger?"

Daniel pulled at his hands, trying to get free. "Just stop it! You like to watch me dance, I know you do."

"But I wanted you to sit with me, and you knew that. You've been trying to punish me for missing the ski trip, and I won't have it. I've business to attend to right now, and you're not going alone. That's final."

"I don't want to go alone, Con! I want to go with YOU. Isn't that the whole fucking point of being in a relationship? I've hardly seen you at all this week, outside of business. I'm lonely."

"Jesus, and THIS is how you get attention? Idiot child!" Daniel suddenly looked as if he might cry, and Connor's manner softened immediately. "Ah, don't take on so." His grip became an embrace, rather than a confinement. He kissed Daniel's temple. "I shouldn't complain. You are what you are. And I have neglected you of late."

"Yes, you have." Daniel agreed.

"My poor pretty." Connor kissed him gently. Fox could see the soft flicker of tongue, and Daniel sighed, leaning against his lover. Connor's hand moved down under the table, and Ballard's eyes opened wide, then half closed. "You need to be petted a bit more, don't you, love?"

"Don't, Con." Daniel's voice was breathy, meek.

"Sh, pet." Connor's hand moved slowly. "Be still."

"Damn," Mulder whispered. "Tell me he's not giving him a hand job right out there in the club."

"Yes," Ethan was watching raptly. "That does appear to be what's happening."

The Irishman pressed against his lover, licking and kissing his throat. He fastened his mouth on a patch of skin and began to suck and bite, drawing the blood to the surface. Daniel clutched at his shoulders, biting his lip. He whined, and Connor's hand stopped moving. "Quiet, sweetheart. Quiet, or I won't let you finish."

Daniel moaned. "Please, Con. I want to come."

"So you shall, pet. But you must be quiet about it." He took Ballard's chin in his hand, forcing him to look in his face. "I know how much you enjoy making your noises, Danny. This is your punishment. Be quiet, or I don't let you come. Do you understand?"

Daniel gave a sobbing gasp. "Yes. But please..."

"Show me you can be quiet." Daniel closed his eyes, clenching his jaw. After a moment Connor murmured, "That's my good boy." and began to stroke again. In a few minutes, Connor grabbed a handful of cocktail napkins and drew them under the table.

An instant later, Daniel stiffened, head tossing back, whimpering. He went limp, collapsing in his lover's embrace, and whispered. "Sorry, Con. I... I couldn't..."

"Sh, baby." Connor tossed the soiled napkins on the floor. He stroked Daniel's hair. "It's all right." He waved a waitress over, and ordered a fresh round of drinks. "I'll see about a trip next month. I promise."

There was only a few more minutes on the tape. The two men finished their drinks and left, Connor steering Daniel with a hand at the small of his back.

Ethan hit rewind. "Do you need to see that again?"

"No. I'm fine."

"I think I need to see that again. It's a very clear example of their relationship dynamics."

Fox got up. "I'm taking a shower."

"Do that." Ethan watched Fox disappear into the bedroom. And I'll just pretend that I didn't notice that you had a nice hard on pressed against the fly of those tight jeans, shall I?