Impulse II: Taken
by Te
1/99

Disclaimers: They belong to Fox, 1013, Chris Carter, 
probably a whole bunch of other folks. In any case, I'm not 
making one thin dime off of this.

Spoilers: None. Same hopeless AU as "Impulse," because the 
sixth season probably didn't happen.

Summary: And the rat came back, he just couldn't stay 
away....

Ratings Note: NC-17 for language, m/m interaction.

Author's Note: Dreams, lots of dreams. Another shameless 
PWP.

Acknowledgments: For Cynthia, in payment for lovely Nick- 
and DDage. Thank you, thank you, *THANK YOU*. And to the 
wondrous, brilliant, talented Rye for beta -- I only hope I 
didn't interrupt any stories. 

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Impulse II: Taken
by Te
Daddy793@aol.com
http://unicorn-x.net/te/
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Walter stood on his balcony and took a deep breath. This 
far up, there was no car exhaust, no garbage, no human 
detritus... Not that Crystal City was ever particularly 
filthy, but sometimes these things were more noticeable. 

Today there had been a light dusting of snow, too light to 
be anything but blackened slush by the time it hit the 
ground. Walter had driven to work, cursing himself quietly 
all the while for not having his coffee outdoors before 
leaving. The tiny flakes would have sparkled against the 
grey morning sky. 

There were times Walter missed the empty places of his 
youth, the stretch of earth from his feet to the horizon, 
flat and clear. No sounds or smells but what had been 
provided, nothing at all but him and the planet, it seemed, 
and he knew how to be unobtrusive in his passing. It was 
simple respect, and, though Walter knew his belief in it 
was just another brand of faith for the aging, he made no 
attempts to shake himself loose. 

He was nothing but himself, and that was fine. 

Especially with the chill night air bracing him to his 
toes.

Especially with the man waiting beside him.

He chanced a look at the man who had -- perhaps too quickly 
-- lost Krycek to Alex and met calm, olive eyes. It was 
hard to remember they were of a height until a moment like 
this one. Too many of their encounters had been hopelessly 
corrupted with power games.

However, if he were honest with himself, he'd have to admit 
this time was no different. Alex was on his turf, Alex only 
had one arm, and, to the best of Walter's knowledge, Alex 
had left his only guns on the sideboard. Alex also was 
clearly aware that if Walter was going to do anything at 
all he would've done it that first time Alex had shown up 
to blow him. At least he would have afterward. 

And Walter was staring at the too-pretty face, waiting for 
the coquette of machine oil and unpredictable aggression he 
knew lurked just beneath the surface of fine bones. Alex's 
presence wiped years of respectability away with a casual 
hand and a smile less confident than he would perhaps have 
Walter believe. And that... that was enough for Walter to 
welcome each visit with a diamond-hard cock, if not 
necessarily open arms. 

"Why are you here, Alex?"

"I like your silence. I want you." 

The answer came without hesitation, without shame or 
equivocation, and Walter nodded. Turned back to the night. 
It shouldn't have been a surprise that Alex was a man who, 
apparently, never bothered to question his own wants long 
enough to *think*, not with the ugly contraption of plastic 
where warm, solid flesh used to be. It still was a 
surprise, though.

Or perhaps it was the realization of himself as the focus 
of that want. It was possible that Alex craved some sort of 
punishment, but that would imply the presence of shame. He 
could feel the other man's eyes rove his body, and Alex 
never reacted to his caresses with anything but enthusiasm, 
be they harsh or helplessly, dangerously gentle. 

Slut, then. But not a one-note slut. A few months of these 
encounters, and every time Walter showed any signs of being 
willing, Alex would make love to him, lingering here and 
there before taking him deep, one way or another. 

"Are you fucking Mulder?"

"No."

Never? Not anymore? Did it matter? Walter found himself 
wondering if he was a replacement lover. Simpler than 
Mulder. Easier. The thought made him chuckle, and he turned 
to see Alex gazing at him quizzically, eyes bright with 
incipient humor. He wanted to share the joke. 

Dangerous, dangerous, and Walter brought a hand up to 
Alex's face instead, pressing his thumb against the somehow 
compactly lovely mouth. Not generous without provocation. 
He let his thumb drag to the corner of the lower lip, not 
bothering to ease the pressure. Alex did nothing but stare 
at him. Waiting. Letting himself be marred by Walter's 
passage. 

His cock twitched from somewhere behind the now seemingly 
endless layers of fine wool and cotton, and Alex seemed to 
feel it, too, because he finally turned into Walter's 
touch, pushing his lips forward into something not *quite* 
a kiss before shaking it off and moving closer. 

Holding distance, and Walter complied, pulling Alex to him, 
letting him feel his cock. Alex's eyes slipped closed and 
he leaned in further, molding himself to Walter's body with 
a soft half-murmur that made him want to grab the other man 
by the nape of the neck and tilt him back for a brutal 
kiss. 

So he did, and Alex complied greedily, opening his mouth 
for plundering, slipping his arm around Walter and holding 
on tight. Instant surrender and it wasn't long before he 
was standing straight again, spinning Alex against the 
balcony door. Walter slid his hand down to cup the hot 
bulge in the other man's pants and squeezed, shivering a 
little when Alex groaned into his mouth, despite knowing it 
would happen. 

Walter pulled out of the kiss and was treated to the sight 
of Alex leaning forward a bit, following his mouth for a 
beautiful moment before jerking himself back. This could, 
conceivably, all be some game on the other man's part. For 
all Walter knew, Alex could have been a master at this sort 
of thing, a man who had turned his body into a machine, his 
responses automatic. For now, though, the body and its 
responses belonged to him, and Walter had every intention 
of taking advantage. 

"Bedroom."

Alex looked at him and grinned, face flushed and lips 
swollen. "And you wonder why I keep coming back."

Walter squeezed again, began to rub. Alex bucked into his 
hand and moaned, seemingly content to stay right there and 
come in his pants -- if that's what Walter wanted him to 
do. It occurred to him that the sound in his ears that 
*wasn't* the pound of blood was the ring of warning bells. 
Lots and lots of warning bells. 

"Mmm... Walter..."

Walter paused, suddenly aware that he was moving in to 
attack that mouth again.

"You gonna fuck me right here?" 

Challenge, plea, speculation... Walter forcibly moved 
himself away from Alex, happy to be able to justify how 
cold he was with the sight of the other man's shiver. Alex 
pushed himself off the door and back into Walter's space, 
dipping in to nuzzle his throat for a moment before turning 
to go in.

Walter followed, admiring the jeans-clad ass in front of 
him. Alex was walking slowly, and whether or not it was 
meant to be a tease, it was pleasant to watch. In the 
bedroom, Alex made his way unerringly through the darkness 
and switched on the bedside lamp. Began to shrug off his 
jacket and looked a question at Walter.

Yes, he *did* want to undress him. He pushed the jacket off 
Alex's shoulders, letting it trap the other man for a 
moment and biting his smile. Alex was warm beneath his 
clothes and Walter wanted to get there as soon as possible. 
The jacket came off, the sweater was next, followed by two 
t-shirts --

"It *is* winter." -- and then Walter dove to take a nipple 
between his lips. Alex's fingers curled around the base of 
his skull, holding him there through laps, sucks, and 
increasingly harder bites. He was moaning, swaying on his 
feet a little, and Walter let his hands roam down the lean 
muscle to the waistband of the other man's jeans. Felt the 
skin jump a little as he slipped his fingers inside and ran 
them teasingly around his waist. 

He waited just long enough to get the fly open before 
pushing Alex back on the bed roughly. He bounced, laughed, 
sat up to yank off his boots. Alex's every movement 
screamed "yes, *please*," and it was a wonderful thing to 
behold. And so was the spreading redness -- it would bruise 
a little, he was sure -- on his chest. The prosthesis had 
to go, though, and he nodded at it while undoing his own 
belt. 

Alex unbuckled it with practiced ease, rotating the stump 
in a way that made Walter wonder when he'd ever gotten used 
to the sight. He pushed the thought down and crouched to 
tug down Alex's jeans, boxers following easily. The soft 
light shone golden on the other man's body, highlighting a 
clearly defined set of dark fingerprints on the slim hips. 

Walter hadn't been able to ease off last time, body 
refusing to believe that anything as sweet as Alex's ass 
could possibly be his without a struggle.

Walter didn't stint himself the enjoyment of seeing his 
marks on Alex. Possession was nine-tenths of the law, and 
he was, after all, an agent of said law. 

Alex writhed beneath his touch, arching into each caress, 
head thrown back against the pillows. Walter stood up and 
quickly removed the rest of his clothes, regretful when the 
pale throat lost its strained curve to allow Alex to watch, 
but drinking in the other man's hunger. Alex ran his own 
hand down to his cock and stroked, licking his lips, fully 
focused on Walter's body. 

He wanted to jerk off onto the pale skin. He wanted to 
straddle Alex's chest and fuck his mouth roughly. He wanted 
to pin him to the bed and *have* him, keep him there for 
his pleasure, let himself forget Alex's own in the simple 
faith that the man's whore of a body would find it anyway 
with every bite, every thrust. 

Alex made it so *easy*-- 

The lube was in his hand seemingly by magic, the dimly 
distressing thought that he'd have to buy more soon easily 
dismissible in the spread of those thighs for him. He eased 
the condom on and breathed deeply. Apparently he was taking 
too long because Alex eased a leg around him and pulled him 
closer. 

A rare show of demand and it struck Walter suddenly that it 
wasn't just want on Alex's part, but some brand of need as 
well. He looked into eyes gone dark, cheer still visible on 
the edges and shook his head slightly. Not a thing -- a man 
who couldn't keep himself from coming back. Desire too 
strong to be avoided, no matter how stupid. Confidence in 
nothing but the fact that once Walter got his cock up 
Alex's ass it wouldn't be going anywhere until after he'd 
been thoroughly fucked.

Walter didn't know whether to laugh or scream at the fact 
that he knew -- *knew* -- that Alex had intended no such 
thing. Ease. Alex wanted this to be easy, if for no other 
reason than to be able to keep coming back.

"Walter, please --"

Not afraid to beg for it. He didn't think he wanted to be 
Alex's safe place, and Walter got the slick on his fingers 
finally, pushing one in far too roughly. Alex did nothing 
but plant his feet and push himself down on it, and the 
unwelcome idea that the other man was probably more than 
accustomed to such treatment was making this more difficult 
by the second. 

Walter had too much pride to be just another fuck in a warm 
room and he eased off the assault, slowing and gentling but 
not stopping. Scorn, abuse was one thing, clearly 
sexualized. If Alex caught the scent of pity he wouldn't 
stay...

He leaned in and took the willing mouth, swallowing every 
small moan and wondering dimly if he should try to talk to 
the other man, and if his hesitation about doing so had 
more to do with not wanting to rock the boat than doubts 
about his conclusions. But Alex's hand was roaming his 
back, fingers splayed, rubbing and pressing. And Alex's 
kisses were wonderful, pleas for more without words. 

Walter knelt up and slipped another finger in, aiming for 
the gland with each out-stroke, petting Alex's thigh with 
his other hand. When Alex opened his eyes again Walter knew 
he was ready and eased out carefully. He held the other 
man's gaze while he slicked his cock, and moved in to nudge 
at his entrance. Alex fisted the sheets and caught Walter 
with his thighs, grinning again. 

The first few moments were always the hardest, a forceful 
reminder of high school embarrassments and the difficulty 
of retaining control in the face of such *willingness*. And 
Alex was so damned *hot* inside, sensation too intense to 
be precisely pleasure, but Walter doubted he'd ever be this 
addicted to true pain. 

Head in and Alex didn't hesitate, pulling him the rest of 
the way in a slow glide --

"Christ you feel so fucking good..."

-- until Walter was flush with his ass. Sheathed inside and 
Walter braced himself above the other man and began to 
thrust, leaning in to gnaw at Alex's throat. Distracting 
himself from the tight heat with the taste of clean sweat, 
sharp and high, and the vibration of Alex's soft cries 
against his mouth. 

But when he started moaning Walter's name steadily he had 
to kneel up, run his hand over the new marks, take the 
blood-dark cock in his fist and squeeze as Walter began 
fucking him in earnest. Long strokes gaining speed and 
losing control. 

Walter buried himself in the other man again and again, 
trying to angle his thrusts for more than just his own 
pleasure, but unable to keep that much control for long. 
The haze descending over his vision was unstoppable, the 
urge to let loose and fuck Alex as hard as he was begging 
for irresistible. 

Dangerous, wrong, stupider by the minute but it was too 
good to give up. Possession indeed, and the way Alex's 
explosive orgasm compelled his own made Walter want to 
chain him to his balcony again. Chain him to *something*, 
anyway, because he could hear himself yelling and no one 
who could make him do that should be allowed to leave...

After, Walter let his full weight rest on Alex's body, 
post-coital laziness meshing neatly with the need to compel 
resistance. 

"Walter, this is nice but I can't breathe...."

He smiled into the other man's shoulder. "Maybe I plan on 
killing you."

"Mmmm... well there are certainly far less pleasant ways to 
do *that*... Smother me, big man."

The smirk in the hoarse, husky voice was close enough to 
what Walter wanted that he rolled off. They lay there for a 
while, Walter automatically listening for how long it took 
the other man's breathing to slow and gradually drifting 
into that half-lidded region of near sleep. 

"It worries you that I... that I'm like this for you, 
doesn't it?"

And *that* was enough to make his eyes fly back open. Alex 
snorted.

"I thought so. Look, it's sex."

"I noticed that."

"Is there any reason I shouldn't... enjoy myself?"

Walter turned to study the other man. Alex had plastered on 
his most earnest, innocent expression. 'How could there be, 
Walter mine?' it seemed to say. The urge to smack the other 
man was a quiet, familiar thing. "No."

Alex grinned at him, dove in to lick his mouth but pulled 
back before he could be kissed. "So stop... fretting."

He grunted noncommittally. "Stay."

Alex searched his eyes for a moment before relaxing himself 
visibly. "All right." And, without another word, he reached 
to turn off the lamp.

And moved closer.

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