Title: Rico's Talents
Series: Possibilities, Chapter 11
Author: Bertie
Email: bertie45@altavista.com
Pairing: M/Sk/K
Date: 4/29/01
Rating: NC-17-Whew! Finally:)
Category: There seems to be plot threating my PWP
Disclaimer: Rico belongs to me, the rest are figments of other
people's imaginations...
Status: WIP
Warning: some BDSM, but light; give me a break, it's my first time;)
The use of the events of Avatar is only meant as a means to an end
and not canon whatsoever
Archive: please do
Note: Special Thanks go to the Goddess Michele without whom I would
be clueless:)
Rico was sorely upset at his Beauty, but he almost wondered if it was
worth the bother to try and discipline him. Part of him loved his
Alex to be so independent and free spirited; that was the Alex he had
fallen in love with. But he knew it was too dangerous for his lover
to be out of the Consortium. Too many unknowns and uncertainties out
there. He would just have to keep Alex with him, and if discipline
was what it took to both keep him in line and ensure that he would
stay safe from the cruel world, then so be it. Beauty did not need
another lover and now Rico had the capability of keeping him
exclusively. The smoking man had assured Rico that he would not need
the assistance of Alex for a while yet. That would give Rico all the
time he needed to instill in his sub the knowledge and the reality of
Rico and his love. Alex would come to realize that Rico was the only
one for him and everyone else was nothing, nobody, not worth his
time. Most especially Fox Mulder, whom Rico knew was more than just a
passing fancy for his Beauty.
Alex was strung up; his one good arm stretched out above his head and
his one truncated arm bound tightly around one side of the wooden
cross. His right wrist was tied down to the other side of the cross.
He wore a silk blindfold and his lips were red and swollen from where
he had bitten and worried them as Rico had teased him endlessly,
first with a silk cloth, then with a satin cloth, then with a
feather. Rico had relished the way Alex had grown harder in direct
proportion to the softness of the caresses, but he didn't want to end
the torment too soon, so now his Beauty's erection was red and
throbbing, but bound by a cock ring. He looked so delicious; Rico did
not want to keep his Beauty suffering too long.
Alex's legs were spread far apart, his ankles bound to either side of
the large x-shaped cross. If Alex had been less accommodating, Rico
probably would have forgiven him his transgressions with minimal
punishment. For some reason, though, Alex was exceptionally
acquiescent to everything Rico was doing to him. He didn't even
flinch away from his master's touch, almost as if he knew this was
his due. He only whimpered as Rico tortured him, worrying his lips
with his teeth and keeping almost as motionless as a statue.
'This will not do,' thought Rico to himself. 'Beauty is rarely this
acquiescent. I don't even like this new Beauty!' He would have to
come up with a better way to shake up his sub. But first he would
taste the sweetness of his sub's flesh.
Without warning, Rico bent and began to lick and nibble on first one,
then the other nipple, which stiffened immediately at his attentions.
Alex's sighs turned to moans and moved his hunger up a notch and he
began to worry the nipple with his teeth. An especially sharp bite
caused his lovely sub to cry out. He soothed the hurt with a long
lick of his tongue then moved downward to the nub of his navel, which
was stretched taut and flat. When Rico's tongue lapped over it, Alex
shivered in ecstasy; the painful pleasure making him harder and he
began to whimper wordlessly for release.
"Soon, my love, soon," murmured Rico reassuringly as he laved
downward towards Alex's tightly pulled up scrotum. "You should be
shaved, dearest." His words puffed breath over moist hot skin and
Alex groaned loudly at the feel, then focussed on the words.
He shuddered, not from fear, but from the desire to keep the hair
that Fox loved. The hot wet warmth of Rico's mouth eased that
troubled thought marginally. Then abruptly, Rico stopped and pulled
away. That was far more worrying and Alex cried out in protest.
"I shall be back momentarily, my sweet. I have decided to shave you
myself." Rico ran a hand down the bound man's shivering torso. "Do
not worry, my Beauty, I shall never mar your loveliness and it will
be quite sensual to us both, I promise."
Rico was back far too quickly for Alex's disturbing thoughts to get
beyond fear into anything even resembling a plan of escape, just
moments after he had heard the other man reenter the room, he felt a
warm wet cloth cover his pubic area, wetting the hairs on one side.
Next came the sound of shaving cream being squeezed out. Alex winced
at the cool application of the cream on his sensitive flesh and he
shivered in apprehension.
"Shh, love. You must remain still. It will be over before you know
it."
When the blade whisked over his flesh, it was almost as if nothing
had been done. Alex realized it must have been one of those straight
razors that Rico used on his own body. Alex knew they were
exceptionally sharp and he marveled briefly at Rico's skills. He was
far more proficient with the blade than anyone Alex had ever known.
When a dry cloth wiped away the hair and excess foam, Rico murmured,
while running a finger down the shaved flesh, "Feel how smooth, my
sweet. It is absolutely beautiful."
Rico then ran his hand down the other, still hairy side, and
murmured, "You can tell that this will be better, can't you, my
Beauty?"
With that, Rico pressed another warm wet cloth over the other side,
and soon shaved that just as smoothly. This time, when Rico dried off
that side, he ran his tongue across the baby smooth flesh and Alex
moaned, surprised at the sensitivity of his skin; it was amazingly
sensual.
When Rico pulled away again, Alex protested mutely, thrusting his
pretty cock out, making the chains around his ankles jangle. Rico
smiled. "Very soon, sweet. But I am not finished just yet. There is
still one area that is covered. Now, be still!"
Alex stilled as best he could, knowing full well which area hadn't
been shaved yet. When a warm wet cloth covered his scrotum, he wanted
to scream in fear. Rico smiled, hearing the gasp of fear, as well as
seeing the terror drawing Alex's scrotum up tighter than before. Alex
cried out when the warm cloth was moved away and the cool shaving
cream applied to his trembling flesh.
"You must be still, my Beauty. I do not wish to mar your tasty
scrotum, but how can I not if you are so skittish?" When Alex
continued to squirm, Rico's temper flared.
"Be still!" he barked.
Alex froze, his scrotum drawn up so tightly to his body, he did not
know how Rico could possibly shave him there. But soon he felt the
blade glide over his flesh and Alex began to sweat and bite at his
lip, trying to keep himself still. He knew that the only thing
keeping him hard at this point was the cock ring, for which he was
grateful, as it kept at least that part of his groin away from the
blade.
"There, my Beauty, all done," Rico assured him way sooner than Alex
would have thought possible.
"Are you sure? Master..." he finished quickly. Rico nearly cried out
in joy, hearing the acquiescence in his lover's words; his sweet
Beauty was back, hopefully to stay.
"Of course, feel." Rico ran his hand over the smoothed over flesh and
Alex gasped. The sensation was amazingly erotic.
"Oh god!" Alex groaned when Rico's tongue replaced his hand.
"All the better to taste your sweet flesh, my Beauty."
With that, his Master proceeded to whip him into a frenzy of need and
desire, the cock ring the only thing keeping him from cumming down
Rico's throat as he was teased unmercifully.
"Please, Master, please…" Alex begged, his whole body bowing out from
the cross, trying to seek more contact from the wet, hot mouth that
tormented him.
***********
Another gate loomed, and Walter put his head down on the steering
wheel of his car with a frustrated sigh as he found himself blocked
again, this time from going down a back entrance to his old buddy's
ranch.
"Oh god… Hank, Alex…" he moaned out loud, feeling thoroughly to blame
for everything that had happened, and hating it.
He quickly phoned Mulder at home, and his call found him contentedly
feeding his fish and eating take out.
"I can't get through, Mulder. All the entrances are blocked. I don't
think I should try on my own…I feel like such an idiot. All this is
my fault. I never should have talked to Hank about this. I think that
may have tipped off that Rico person. Do you think he was keeping
tabs on you?" Walter knew he was babbling, but he felt unable to stop
it. Anger, guilt, fear-these emotions were the ones that Walter
Skinner had spent a lifetime keeping at bay, and when faced directly
with them, he became unable to think calmly or rationally. He
despised that in himself, but felt powerless and emasculated just the
same.
Mulder understood. "Walter, stay with me here," he said. "I don't
think this was your fault, or mine. Come home and we will do our best
to come up with another way to find out what's happening to Alex, and
how your friend fits into this. I have some friends I can call…"
Walter sighed heavily at that. "Fine. I feel like such a prick,
though, Mulder-like I'm abandoning him."
"Just come home, Walter, and we'll figure it out from here. I
promise. We can do this. Besides-"
Walter groaned and interrupted him, still worrying. "I just know that
he is at Hank's ranch. I don't even want to imagine what he is going
through right now!"
Mulder didn't know what to say. He certainly felt just as helpless as
his lover did. He could only try to convince Walter into returning to
DC and doing their best to learn about Rico from there.
"Besides," he said again, "I miss you."
The words were like a soothing balm on Skinner's burning fears. He
took a deep, shaky breath, and said, "You're right. I will come
home."
"Good. When do you expect to make it back?"
"Probably early tomorrow. I still have plenty of leave left, and
there is no reason for me to hurry and make any stupid mistakes that
could jeopardize Alex, or you. I think I should try to find out all I
can here before heading back, too. If Hank is involved in this
somehow, somebody here must know something-something that we can
use."
"All right, Walter. But you be careful."
Skinner heard the unspoken words in Mulder's voice.
"I will, Fox. I love you, too." He sighed one more time before
hanging up the phone, still unsure, but feeling better and more in
control knowing that he had an ally in this situation, one that
wouldn't judge him or lay blame for the situation on his weaknesses,
real or imagined.
*****
After much prolonged teasing, Rico had finally taken the ring off his
frustrated sub's swollen, leaking member, and allowed him to cum, but
only after thrusting his finger inside Alex, hitting his prostate
directly several times. Alex wailed as he shot out a heavy stream of
cum which Rico swallowed eagerly. Alex slumped in his bindings, sated
and exhausted. The sweat on his body began to cool and he shivered
then shook more fiercely as Rico continued to lap at his
oversensitized, softening cock.
Rico looked up from his crouched position, gazing adoringly at the
beautiful body of his sub, and he thought again that he could never
hurt his sweet Alex, his Beauty-at least not much. Briefly he
remembered how in the beginning Alex had made it difficult for him to
administer this sort of discipline properly, and he'd had to spend
more time and toys teaching the boy how to be a proper sub. Despite
the bruises, exhaustion and frequent days where even limping to the
bathroom had been a chore, Rico didn't think he'd ever really hurt
Alex. And the results had been perfect-his Beauty was now was a very
submissive sub. Rico chose to ignore what he knew at this time: that
Alex was cowing because he had been so easily taken from the arms of
that old man, Skinner.
'So, my Beauty likes big daddies does he? I shall find ways for him
to get what he wants while I slowly wean him from this latest
madness. Soon he will come to love me and forget completely that fox
and his big daddy bear.' Rico grinned, then flicked his tongue over
Alex's balls, making him whimper.
Rico continued torturing Alex's body with his mouth, still thinking
about the man he had seen only briefly when he had first been
introduced to Alex Krycek -a little over 5 years ago, now. The AD had
been a target from nearly the beginning. The smoking man had always
shown uncharacteristically powerful hatred for the man. Probably just
because of what Skinner stood for-honor, integrity, and honesty.
Well, maybe not that last one-at the time, no one had known that the
big, surly ex-Marine was light in the loafers. Skinner had been
happily married at the time, at least according to the information
gathered by Consortium spies. The first time they learned that
Skinner and his wife had separated, the smoker had immediately
enlisted Rico's help in finding the right woman to trap the AD. Being
found with a dead hooker in his hotel room, the AD's holy image would
be tarnished, and maybe he would break from his wife completely. "All
the better to have the man in my clutches," Rico remembered the
smoker saying in one of his noxious office visits.
Skinner was a war survivor, and for that Rico grudgingly respected
him. But taking his Beauty from him, no, he would not forgive that.
He felt his sweet sub shiver again, and bit at the man's thighs,
pleased when Alex cried out weakly. He rose and unlocked the cuff and
unbound Alex's truncated arm and ankles, then caught his sub when the
man fell towards him in a half-swoon.
"Come, my sweet, you shall sleep in the lovely bed Hank has so kindly
provided for us. You will be warm there, I promise. I shall keep you
very warm, my love."
Rico pressed the limp body to his own and half-carried Alex into the
next room. It was a large, spacious room with a mammoth 4-poster bed
serving as its centerpiece. There were mirrors in the ceiling and
most of the walls. In one corner stood a cabinet and just to the side
of the bed was a sash that could be pulled to summon any number of
servants who awaited the Master's calls. After laying his Beauty down
on the plush bed and tugging on the sash, Rico leaned down and kissed
Alex on the lips. Alex's mouth opened reflexively, and Rico pulled
back.
"You shall be fed momentarily, my Beauty."
He growled at the knock on the door, "Come!"
The door opened quietly and a man entered. "Yes, sir?"
"Bring some food for us. A little bit of everything. You know what I
like, Daryl."
"Yes, sir."
When the man left, Rico turned to look at the body lying sprawled
across the bed, utterly limp and too exhausted to cover himself. Rico
lay down beside the spent man and pulled Alex to him. Alex's
truncated arm reached across Rico's body to help him anchor himself
as he pressed his body against the large blonde, feeling his
overstimulated body react to the physical contact. Rico sighed as he
ran his hand through the dark hair, slick with sweat. "We are meant
to be together. I promise, it will be heaven," he murmured against
the dark head.
They lay there quietly. Alex was in a light doze, his body crying out
desperately for sleep, but knowing that he would be safer if he was
awake if Rico wanted something from him. Rico stroked his fingers
through Alex's drying hair, and, with his eyes closed, it was all too
easy for Alex to imagine that it was Skinner who held him, or Fox who
was playing with his hair.
The door was knocked on once again and Rico called out as softly as
he could, not wishing to disturb the sleeping Alex, "Come!"
The door opened hesitantly, and then Daryl entered with a long
wheeled table covered with food.
"Very good, Daryl," Rico coldly dismissed the man, then smiled down
at the sleepy face before him and whispered, "Hungry? There is plenty
for you."
Alex's thick lashes fluttered open and he responded, "Yes, Master."
"Alex, we are not in the play room, now. You may call me Rico if you
wish."
Alex nodded, knowing full well that such a whim usually did not last
and he would be wanting Alex to call him Master at all times.
******
Walter had to try to get to the ranch...just to see if - he didn't
know what. He just needed to see for himself. Proof that his life was
completely out of his hands and he was unable to do anything from
here first.
He parked his car off to the side of the blocked entrance and began
to make his way through the thick trees that surrounded the ranch.
******
Alex ate from Rico's fingers, reluctantly at first, then with more
enthusiasm when he saw the hurt look on Rico's face, knowing as he
did how often Rico's hurt could lead to his own. At least Rico was
feeding him his favorite foods, he consoled himself.
When Rico stopped feeding him, he took a dollop of cream and dropped
it on one of Alex's nipples. Alex gasped at the sudden coolness of
it. Then Rico did the same for the other nipple. Rico then bent and
licked up the cream he'd put there, sucking up the sweetness, then
biting when only Alex's flesh was left, sending shivers of desire
straight through Alex's body to his cock. Rico's hand ran down his
sub's chest to grasp the burgeoning member and caress it until it was
fully erect.
"Open yourself for me, my Beauty," he demanded.
Alex immediately hooked his arms under his thighs and lifted his legs
close to his chest. Rico's training had helped him get used to doing
things without a left hand, and Rico had demonstrated plenty of
things he could do himself without a right hand. When Alex saw all
that Rico had accomplished with a single arm, he felt, at the time,
that Rico could be his soul mate. They had so many things in common,
they had suffered similar losses and it had seemed they were a
perfect match. Alex tried to console himself with the loving memories
of how he had felt about Rico then as Rico prepared him now, but his
thoughts kept wandering back to Walter and Fox.
"You are mine, Alex. Mine. No one else's," Rico breathed heavily as
he guided his cock into Alex's prepared entrance. "You will forget
everyone else, just me. Only me." Rico was determined to drive any
thoughts of his former lovers right out of his Beauty-fuck them out
of him if he had to.
After allowing barely enough time for Alex to adjust to him, he
pressed his full weight down on the younger man, giving Alex the
opportunity to let go of his thighs which immediately dropped around
Rico's waist. Alex's arms went up above his head, as Rico liked. With
a hungry growl, Rico claimed Alex's lips with his own and thrust
himself all the way inside Alex. Rico's mouth swallowed Alex's
whimpers, which soon turned to moans as Rico pounded away inside
him.
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