FOX MULDER'S WILD RIDE r3-Vyper-p2

something hard and unyielding. Soft leather closed around her upper arm, digging into her flesh with inhuman strength and she was pulled the rest of the way out of the van, landing with a loud thud on the gravel lot. She looked up to determine her attacker and a smile crept slowly across her mouth. As gracefully as possible, Diana rose to her feet and brushed herself off.

"Hello, Diana. What a wonderful surprise. I believe you have something that belongs to me."

Alex looked over Diana's shoulder trying to see into the darkened interior of the van. He could hear a confusion of noises, moans and groans and the occasional cry of pain, unmistakably that of his lover. He ached for the torment Fox was suffering, not because of the pain but because he was not the one administering it to his wayward lover.

"Finder's keepers is the rule, you bastard." Diana replied as she tried to loosen Krycek's grip. "You lost him, we found him and he's ours." Her dark eyes had traveled to the impressive bulge that had appeared in Krycek's skin tight leather pants. She trailed long, manicured, blood red nails down her brother's naked chest, pushing aside the leather vest to tease his nipples. "You know Mother was always telling you to put away your toys or you would loose them."

Inside the van, Mulder heard Alex's voice, the sweet sound of his savior just yards away and began to struggle against his bonds.

Marita responded by covering his mouth with her dripping wet pussy, almost suffocating him, and causing to him to buck against her wildly, setting off yet another mind-blowing orgasm. The van rattled and rolled with their struggle.

Fox put all his energy into one last fight and kicked out, disengaging the parking break and sending the van rolling down the steep incline.

Marita was near the back door and the momentum caused her to fly towards the front seat. She struck her head on the dash and was instantly unconscious.

Mulder was dazed when the van finally came to a sudden halt, thanks to a solid brick wall. He felt wonderfully familiar hands turning him over and releasing him from the sheaths that bound his arms.

"Alex? Is that really you?" He asked, not fully trusting his blurry vision.

"Yes, love. It is me. You are safe now."

Fox fell into Krycek's strong arms, inhaling the musky scent of his lover, one of beer and nuts and sweat. He found the other man's mouth and attacked with fury, forcing the lips apart so he could push his tongue deeply inside. He wanted to taste and feel every part of his lover he could in case the dream ended too soon. For surely it was only a dream, because only in his dreams did Alex let him take control, to be the hunter and not the prey. His tongue worked its way deep down Alex's throat until they were both gagging and had to break apart.

"Come, Fox. Let's get you home." Alex said as he helped Mulder crawl out of the van. Fox almost tripped as he stood up, the stiletto heels affecting his balance. He bent down to remove the annoying boots but Alex grabbed his arm and led him over the biggest motor-cycle Fox had ever seen. A shiny silver and chrome Harley Davidson stood in the moonlight, it's powerful engine purring like a lion.

Alex took a long leather coat out of one of the saddle-bags and put it on, leaving Fox shivering in the cool night air. He climbed onto the seat, his muscular legs straddling the machine and opened his coat in invitation to Mulder.

"Well, aren't you going to move forward, Alex?" He asked, looking around the deserted lot for signs of his former captors. He regretted the action when he saw the remains of his ex-wife smeared for about a hundred yards along the path the van had taken. The van had passed through a barb-wired fence and that was where most of Diana lay, strips of bloody flesh caught on the razor sharp wire, already providing a feast for crows and rats and other scavengers of the night.

"No. This is your seat right here, my little foxling." Alex patted the tiny area of seat in front of him. His cock was rocked hard and at attention just waiting for Fox. "Your missus tore my pants and now little Freddy is cold. It's your job to keep him warm."

Mulder considered his options, decided he didn't have any and climbed onto the bike, lowering himself onto Alex's huge cock, silently thanking Marita and Diana that he was lubricated and stretched, the rumble of the bike's engines vibrating against his balls and cock, almost sending him over the edge.

Krycek saw how close his pet was to releasing his seed over the machine he had spent all afternoon washing and polishing and pulled a small metal ring from one of his pockets. He slipped it over his lover's cock, smiling at the groan of frustration that the action caused.

He pulled the coat around both of them encasing them in its fur lined warmth and steered the bike out of the parking lot and onto the highway.

Mulder felt as if he was trapped somewhere between heaven and hell. Alex's cock stretching and filling his anus was ecstasy, sending ever greater waves of sweet pleasure surging through his body, warming him up from the inside out, from the tips of his toes to the top of his head.

The road they were on was smooth and well maintained except for the occasional pot-hole or gravel patch. Alex did nothing to avoid these hazards. Instead he deliberately rode over them which would momentarily lift Fox up a fraction only to slam him down on the massive cock with enough force to cause him to cry out and arch his back against Alex's chest, driving them both crazy with lust and desire.

Fox had to use both hands just to hold onto Alex's legs during the wild ride. He felt his lover snuggle up behind him, his gloved hands roaming his back and neck, sliding around to pinch sensitive nipples which soon hardened into little pebbles.

*If Alex's hands are doing what my brain tells me they are, then who the hell is steering this thing?*

"OH SHIT!!!!!!!"

He realized the answer and grabbed the handle bars just before they came to a tight left curve that was at the top of a long, steep cliff. Having never ridden a motorbike he almost oversteered which would sent them crashing to their deaths down Devil's Canyon. Luckily no vehicles were coming towards them so he had the whole two lanes to correct his mistake.

Alex gave no sign of realizing how close they had come to death, just hugging his lover tighter and pressing passionate kisses into Fox's neck. The adrenaline rush was amazing, the fear and desire that he could smell flowing of Fox only heightened his own senses and he longed to ravage his co-rider more than just the kisses and caresses he was bestowing.

Confident that Fox had control of the bike, Alex placed his hands on Fox's hips and drew him upwards so that the cold wind rushing by bathed most of Freddy. To his credit, Fox didn't take his eyes of the road, allowing Alex to move him up and down, off and onto his cock with ever increasing force, ramming and slamming his arse onto his cock, over and over until both men were sweating profusely and Fox was shaking with the incredible need for release. Alex had come a couple of times, depositing his seed deep inside Fox, feeling it coat his cock and drip out of his lover's rectum to pool in the coat. He scooped some up with one hand and after removing the cock ring, smothered his lover's balls and cock.

They were on a long, flat stretch of road with no cars visible for as far as the eye could see. Tall ancient trees grew along both sides of the highway. Deer and rabbits appeared at the side of the road, staring into the bike's powerful headlight before scampering back into the forest.

"Take my glove off, love, so I can make you feel real good."

Fox gripped the soft leather in his teeth and pulled, revealing Alex's long slim fingers. He spat the glove out of his mouth and took two fingers into his mouth suckling and nibbling and licking, like a babe at its mother's breast.

Just the thought of Alex's hands on his genitals was almost enough to push him over the edge, but the reality was a thousand times better than any of his fantasies. The hand was withdrawn and he felt its wet warmth envelop his balls, first one and then the other. His cock was totally ignored, letting him know that this was not going to be a quick jerk session. Instead it was turning out to be a infuriatingly slow seduction, designed to drive him crazy. He wanted to direct Alex's touches where he needed the most relief but Alex squeezed one ball savagely hard when he took a hand of the handle bar.

"Uh uh, Fox. Just sit back and enjoy the ride." He felt Alex's warm breath in his ear, his moist tongue flicking out to suck the lobe.

"Please, Alex. I can't take this much longer." Mulder pleaded, though he knew it would not have any effect on Alex's plans.

"C'mon. It's only been half an hour. You've lasted much longer. You can last all night and tomorrow if that's what I want." Alex placed his thumb on the tip of Fox's cock, tracing tiny circles around the head, knowing it would drive his lover crazy.

"But I've been like this for hours. First Kersch and Spender and then the Bitch Squad."

Fox was sobbing in frustration now, tears streaming down his face and obscuring his vision. He was certain that he would never ejaculate again, that he would be kept trapped in this hell for the rest of his life. He didn't see the oil slick up ahead, and even if he had, he lacked the knowledge of how to control the huge machine. As soon as the front tire hit the slick, the bike slid sideways, sending them into a terrifying spin, one that took them careening towards the edge of the cliff. He felt Alex try to regain control, but it was too late, and then men and machine, leather and metal, were airborne.......

TO BE CONTINUED