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Mission: Jaws of the Jaguar

Chapter Sixteen
Preparations
The fifth day Mulder was with Hunt, their passports arrived in the mailbox. Fox studied his curiously. The thing was, it didn't look brand new. It wasn't exactly battered, but there were signs of wear. And judging from the stamps, `he' had been to a lot of different place. Daniel and Connor got around. London, Paris, Italy, Turkey... All in tandem. One indeed never seemed to go anywhere without the other.

Fox and Ethan studied lists of the other couple's favorite hang outs. This included employees they might be expected to know, and any incidents that might be remembered from a time they were there. There were a few times when Connor had gotten into fist fights when someone showed a little too much attention to his lover, and didn't take the hint to shove off. The tough Irishman always seemed to come out ahead in those brawls, but no one had been seriously injured. Well, unless you considered broken noses and missing teeth serious.

"He is just real protective of Daniel, isn't he?" Mulder remarked.

"One of the beatees is rumored to have been bought out of a civil suit."

"He was most likely persuaded that a few thousand and a long, healthy life were better than many thousand and a few months in a wheelchair."

"Do I really need to know that Connor punched some guy's lights out in `Trancers' a year and a half ago because he grabbed Daniel's butt again after being warned?"

"It can't hurt. Besides, the more we know of their life together, the easier it will be to portray them convincingly."

"Yeah, but you said the Monta�a had never met them personally."

"But we can't be sure of what he has or hasn't heard. And people in those circles tend to get around. It's a real possibility that someone who does know Daniel and Connor will show up. We have to be as prepared as is humanly possible."

"I'm starting to get the impression that you aren't human, Hunt. You're too damn efficient. Are you sure you're not a cyborg, or something?"

Ethan gave him a mock serious look. "Would I be aware of it if I were?"

"Joke, joke. You haven't seen some of the things I have."

"I'm human, all right, Mulder."

Ethan had stood up, and walked behind Mulder's chair. His hands settled on the FBI agent's shoulders. This time, Mulder didn't tense up. Instead, he relaxed into the touch. Unseen, Ethan smiled. He'd really enjoyed that spontaneous blow job this morning. It showed a playful side of Mulder that he really liked, and he wanted more of it. He was perfectly willing to be the aggressor, most of the time. Most of the time.

Hunt started to massage, already a little familiar with what his new lover enjoyed. Fox's head dropped forward, and Ethan bent to nibble at the nape of his neck, drawing a shiver. He whispered in Mulder's ear. "I'm just a man. Flesh and blood."

He nipped at his earlobe. Mulder felt his cock stiffening at the same time the rest of his body seemed to be melting under Hunt's hands. Damn, what was it about this man? The slightest touch, the smallest look, the very tone of his voice, could speed Mulder's pulse. Was this how things were between Ballard and Galbraith? If so, he could almost understand their devotion to each other.

They hadn't made love the previous night. Mulder hadn't admitted it to himself, but he'd been looking forward to it. And Ethan HAD pulled him into his arms after the lights were out. But then he had just kissed Mulder, almost chastely, tucked the older man's head comfortably against his shoulder, and gone to sleep. Mulder had lain there for a long time, puzzled. Didn't Ethan WANT him? He'd thought about initiating contact. Perhaps nothing more than a gentle, questioning squeeze to Hunt's cock, but he hesitated.

During the hours between the morning eye opener and bed, a little of his unsureness had crept back in. What if that had been all that Ethan had wanted from him? Fox knew that was how it was with some men, no matter what their sexual preference. The conquest was everything. Once they had what they wanted, well... It just wasn't quite as appealing. He hoped very strongly that Ethan wasn't one of those.

Now he was beginning to think that his fears might have been unfounded. Especially since Ethan had reached around, unbuttoned his shirt, and was now playing with his nipples. Fox hummed appreciatively as Ethan stroked and plucked them to aching fullness. "Shall we adjourn to the bedroom?"

"Nah." Mulder scarcely had time to be surprised by the refusal, as Ethan gripped him under the arms and pulled him up. Mulder staggered a little as Hunt kicked the chair out from between them, not releasing his grip. Then one arm went around his chest, the other around his waist, and Ethan pulled him back tight against his body. "You did good yesterday morning, but you still need to learn to be a little more spontaneous."

"I like to plan my spontaneity. Oh..." He gasped quietly as Hunt simultaneously palmed his hard on, and ground his own erection against Fox's ass.

Hunt turned an unresisting Mulder, and kissed him as he worked at loosening belts and opening pants. When Mulder tried to help, Ethan took Mulder's hands and place them on his shoulders, saying, "Just hold on to me for right now... Danny." The Irish lilt was back in his voice.

Fox did as he was bid, feeling a bit disoriented. He wasn't sure he liked having Ethan direct this kind of attention at him...at Daniel? He couldn't be sure. And was it essentially Ethan, or Ethan as Connor who was about to make love to him? The lines of reality were starting to blur. After all the crap I've been through, a little ambiguity shouldn't bother me. Why does it?

Ethan worked both sets of trousers and underwear down their thighs, then even further. Then he reached behind Mulder and swept the notes off the table, sheets fluttering everywhere. He slowly started to bend Mulder back across the table.

Mulder clutched at him. "E.. Con, what are you doing?!"

"I'm gonna make love to you, sweetheart."

"Well, let's go in the bedroom. Or over to the sofa."

"Nah. Right here." He kissed Fox's throat.

Fox moaned. "Con, we eat off this table!"

"What the hell dya think they invented sponges for, ya daft boyo?"

"It... it won't hold. How will I explain cuts on my ass when they stitch me up at emergency?"

"It's sturdy gh, gh, and we won't actually be on top of it. Not fully, anyway."

In a last ditch effort, Mulder gasped as his butt struck the glass. "Con, it's cold!"

"Poor baby." Ethan had pushed his legs apart, and now he moved into the vee of his spread thighs. "Let me warm you a wee bit." He started to hump his crotch against Mulder's. At the first exquisite slide of flesh on flesh, Mulder quit even the half hearted struggle.

Despite Ethan's assurance, Mulder wasn't so confident of the table's ability to hold up under a serious buffeting, so he was hanging on to Ethan for dear life, legs quivering with the effort to support most of his weight. Ethan was not a completely altruistic person, and cheerfully took advantage of Mulder's helpless position. This time he allowed his lover to be responsible for holding himself up, and just enjoyed.

He gripped Mulder's hips and moved against him strongly. He relished the taut arch of Mulder's long body, the way he was more or less helpless to move, lest he lose his balance.

"Connor," Mulder moaned, "You're a goddam sadist! I can't move!"

Ethan bit lightly at his throat, hips thrusting. "Then just take it, m'love."

Take it Mulder did. Soon he was whimpering with helpless arousal, unable to do anything but hang on and experience what Ethan/Connor was doing to him. "I'm gonna get you for this, you bastard." he panted. "You won't know where, and you won't know when, but you are gonna pay."

"Ah, well, I like me surprises now instead of later, so..." Mulder yelped, startled, and Ethan suddenly collapsed backward. Both of them retained their grips: Mulder on Hunt's shoulders, Hunt on Mulder's hips, and when they ended up on the floor, Mulder was on top of Hunt.

Ethan grinned up at him, and said, "Ya were sayin' somethin' about takin' revenge?"

Mulder responded with a growl, immediatbegibeginning to rub against the man beneath him. Ethan found that those long limbs were very effective at trapping and holding. Ethan pushed up to meet him, purring, "Oh, yeah. Looks like you can top as well as bottom, doesn't it? Show me, pretty one."

Mentally cursing the lack of condom and lube, but not willing to pause for even a moment, Mulder continued. How was it possible for sex to feel this good without any actual penetration? But there it was. The silky, hot slide of Ethan's cock against his own was driving him crazy.

He pounded against the younger man, wondering vaguely if he was going to leave bruises on that wonderful pale skin, but not able to stop. It didn't seem that Ethan was worried about that. He managed to wrest his legs free of Mulder's entwining limbs, but only kicked his pants the rest of the way off, then wrapped his legs around Mulder's waist to hold him even tighter.

But Ethan couldn't entirely give up control of the situation. He felt the need to have more influence over Mulder's responses, so he pulled his head down, put his lips next to the FBI agents ear, and began to whisper lasciviously. "Feels so good, sweets. Such a lovely, hard prick you have, it's a shame I can't have it inside me. That's what I want, Danny. You won't make me wait long, will you? I want you inside me soon. I want to feel that hot meat plunge into me, right to the core."

Mulder was speeding up, striving against him almost frantically. "You're torturing me, Con." He managed to keep up the illusion, but it cost him.

"Aye, and you love it. Enjoy this, baby. `Tisn't often a daddy lets his boy fuck him." A dark, liquid chuckle that made Mulder moan, balls clenching.

He froze, trying not to come, wanting to prolong it. But Ethan sensed this, and reached down, firmly grasping his balls and rolling them in the velvety, furry skin sack. Mulder shuddered, his orgasm flowing over him before he could try to hold it back. He felt the hot gush of liquid lust between their bodies, and was gratified to hear Ethan groan also, feel him twitch.

His orgasm had triggered the spy's. So Hunt wasn't quite as in charge as he perhaps might like to be. Fox was right, Ethan HADN'T been planning on cumming quite that soon. He had ined ted to sweetly torment Fox for a while longer. He was a little surprised that Mulder could force this response from him.

Perhaps it would be better if he thought about this a little more. On a mission, it was imperative that he remain in control at all times. And this mission, in particular... He was becoming close to Mulder. Not just in a sense of professional comradery, or sexual play, either. That could be dangerous: both physically, and emotionally.

He remembered what a wrench it had been, sending Nyah to Sean Ambrose, knowing what would happen. But he had done it, and hated himself for it. The greater good sometimes came with a fucking high personal price tag.

As much as Ethan didn't want to admit it to either Mulder or himself, there was a very real possibility that Olivero de la Monta�a would be sexually interested in either Danny or Connor. And would Connor, as much as he loved Daniel, be willing to pass up what he could gain by playing along, and coaxing his lover to do the same?

Not likely, thought Ethan, as he held the now quiet Mulder, stroking his back absently. Connor didn't seem one to pass up the main chance. It was a little surprising how Ethan Hunt, usually so astute in histimatimation of others, could be so wrong about this.
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