Part Five

"Well, I admit this is much nicer than a tent," Alex purred in Mulder's ear.

Mulder squealed in shock, twisting so quickly that his feet slipped on the wet floor and only the pair of hands grabbing his shoulders from behind prevented his forehead from smashing into the side of the shower cubicle.

"You dropped your soap," Alex pointed out helpfully.

Blinking furiously through the steaming water spraying onto his face, Mulder automatically began to bend over to retrieve it then froze as he felt Alex's cock slide against the crack of his ass.

"How did you find me?" he snarled, between clenched teeth, as he weighed up his chances of overpowering Alex and getting out of the shower without one or both of them taking a head dive through the glass-door of the cubicle. Slim to none, he decided, and although the thought of Alex getting a face full of glass didn't worry him as such, he really didn't want to deal with the consequences of a pissed-off demon.

"You booked into a motel, Mulder. You may as well have put a neon arrow over your head," Alex replied patiently.

"I used a false name."

"Ronald McDonald?" Alex scoffed.

"I was tired and hungry," Mulder whined. "She asked my name, I opened my mouth and it just slipped out."

"Speaking of things slipping in and out, you going to pick that soap up?" Alex asked hopefully.

"Why don't *you* pick it up?" Mulder suggested slyly.

"Okay," Alex agreed easily, releasing Mulder's shoulders then turning and bracing his hands against the tiles.

"Oh," Mulder grunted, too confused by Alex's agreement to act upon it.

"What you waiting for?" Alex snarled over his shoulder, " a gilt-edged invitation? The water's getting cold, Mulder."

Mulder blinked slowly and then stared distractedly down at his cock, watching the way it was hungrily arching towards Alex's butt, obviously oblivious to his own moral dilemma.

"You're a demon," he muttered.

Alex replied with a frustrated sigh and his own cock twitched with equal annoyance.

Yup. His cock didn't seem to give a damn.

He stepped forward to test the theory, rubbing himself slowly up and down Alex's crack, sliding his rigid flesh between the two perfect mounds that formed Alex's muscular butt.

Alex didn't *feel* like a demon, he decided.

He pressed a wet finger against the tight rosebud of Alex's ass and delved inside the slick, velvet heat. Alex groaned and spread his legs slightly in invitation. Mulder added a second finger as he crouched and reached blindly for the soap with his left hand.

"Stop fucking about and fuck me," Alex growled, as Mulder rapidly soaped his cock until it was slick and white with a slightly stinging lather.

Alex grunted, purred and then hissed as Mulder thrust inside.

"Perfumed," Mulder admitted, though he was grinning too wide for it to be an apology. Then he drove forward in a smooth, relentless thrust until his balls slapped against Alex's.

"Fuck," Alex gasped, as the stinging pain of the soap transformed into a deep, burning pleasure.

Mulder took the comment as an instruction to continue and began sliding slowly inside Alex's heat, letting the rippling muscles of Alex's body caress his cock. He took his time, delighting in the way that every slow glide of his flesh made Alex's back quiver with excitement, nuzzling his face against Alex's spine and lapping at the taste of fresh sweat mingling with the cooling water that was pouring over their linked bodies.

Alex didn't *taste* like a demon, he decided.

"Harder," Alex moaned.

"What?" Mulder teased, burying himself so deeply inside Alex's heat that just the slightest twitch of his own hips sent a fission of excitement down his spine as Alex quivered beneath him.

"FUCK ME," Alex roared, looking back over his shoulder with murder in his eyes.

For a moment, a devilish part of Mulder tempted him to simply withdraw and see how the frustrated, fuck-drunk demon would react. Then either self-preservation or possibly just his own libido took over. He pulled back until only his cock-head was trapped between Alex's butt-cheeks, then drove back inside so hard that his feet slipped on the wet tiles. Off-balance, he body-slammed into Alex and heard a sickening crunch as Alex's forehead hit the tiles.

Oops, he thought to himself, but instead of turning around and ripping his head off, Alex wailed with as much pleasure as pain and bucked his hips back in clear invitation.

Well, that explained a lot, he told himself, as Alex met his now brutal thrusting with obvious enthusiasm. He always *had* wondered why Alex had never hit him back in their numerous encounters and while the idea of a masochistic demon surprised him somewhat, he couldn't deny it was an unbelievable turn on to know he could do *anything* to Alex and know that it would not only be permitted and enjoyed but that he couldn't *really* do any harm to the body he was brutalizing with his cock.

"So fucking good," he gasped, as he slammed into Alex again and ripped another breathy gasp of combined pleasure of pain from Alex's throat.

"Always knew you had it in you," Alex gasped back. "You're a kinky bastard, Mulder."

"Maybe," Mulder agreed, a little bemused by his own reaction to Alex's enthusiastic submission.

He could feel his balls tightening and drawing up against his body, could feel the first tense shudders of an impending orgasm rippling through the backs of his calves and surging upwards, and he increased his pace desperately to wring every last delicious sensation into his cock.

"Oh, fuck," he screamed, as his senses overloaded into a maelstrom of almost agonizing pleasure.

"Yeah," Alex gasped in happy agreement, sinking to his knees as Mulder's unconscious form collapsed over his back.

~#~#~#~

"I have to admit that no matter how much he pisses me off on occasion, whenever I see him naked I remember what I saw in his mother."

"You are a uniquely sick individual, Gabriel," Alex snorted, pulling a blanket up to conceal the unconscious man that was now sprawled on the motel bed.

"Your motto's still 'Ride 'em hard and put 'em away wet', huh?" Gabriel smirked, ruffling Mulder's damp hair with amusement. Then, with a click of his fingers, he made the blanket disappear and stared at the human with a combination of pride and interest.

"Not that it's any of your business, but he's wet because we did it in the shower," Alex snarled, wondering whether there was any point attempting to cover his lover again.

"Saves having to clean up afterwards," Gabriel agreed sagely and blew a smoke ring towards Mulder's butt.

"Other than prurient curiosity and incestuous lust, is there a *reason* for this visit?" Alex demanded archly.

"Actually, now you mention it, there was *another* reason," Gabriel agreed. "There's a bit of a crisis meeting going on upstairs. I was told to pick you up en route."

"We're going to *your* place?" Alex asked, his eyes bugging slightly.

Gabriel flushed slightly and ruffled his flight feathers with evident embarrassment.

"Aha," Alex announced, with a satisfied smirk. "The meeting's at Luke's. I should have known none of *your* lot would pass up the opportunity to let your hair down."

"It's a sensitive discussion best suited to a more…congenial atmosphere," Gabriel admitted reluctantly.

"Good," Alex announced. "Since I have no intention of taking Mulder anywhere near *your* place."

"Taking him? You can't take him," Gabriel spluttered.

"Well, I'm sure as hell not leaving him here unprotected. Don't worry; I'll keep him asleep. He won't see a thing."

"No, I mean you can't take him," Gabriel replied. "He's still mortal. It's not permitted. HE won't like it."

"Cut the crap, Gabriel. HE won't even notice because HE isn't paying attention. That's why we all ended up in this shit in the first place. The only reason you don't want me taking Mulder is in case it turns out he's not *quite* as mortal as he should be."

"Don't be ridiculous," Gabriel huffed. "I was in a human body at the time. There's no way he inherited anything from *ME*."

"Well, we'll soon find out, won't we?" Alex replied, with a smirk.

~#~#~#~

"Werewe?" Mulder demanded thickly.

Alex just silently handed him an open can of soda and continued driving.

Mulder gulped gratefully at the liquid, letting it hiss and bubble over his fur-lined tongue as he peered cautiously at the unfamiliar upholstery of the car, looked fruitlessly for signs along the highway they were traversing and then finally stared in bemusement at his pants.

"You got a discount card at 'leather 'r us?' or something?"

"Just be grateful they aren't crotchless."

"That's more your style, bottom-boy," Mulder replied nastily.

To his disappointment, Alex just chuckled.

"So where are we and what did you do with my car?" he demanded, when it was clear Alex was quite happy to drive in silence.

"I decided that 'Ronald McDonald' needed a change of scenery, fast," Alex said quietly.

Mulder flushed. "Okay, and my car?"

Alex gestured vaguely. "This is it, I just made a few cosmetic adjustments."

"Glad to see you aimed at subtlety," Mulder drawled sarcastically.

"I like Ferraris," Alex shrugged unapologetically.

"So where are we?"

"No idea," Alex admitted easily. "We're five hours drive from where we *were*. Which seems the most important thing."

"Five hours? I've been sleeping for FIVE hours?"

"Closer to eight," Alex replied. "I had a couple of errands to run too."

"What kind of errands?" Mulder asked suspiciously.

"The universe doesn't *always* revolve around you, Mulder," Alex said with a dismissive sniff. "It was personal business."

"You have personal business? What kind of personal business does a Demon have?"

"I had an issue at home," Alex replied, and then shrugged. "Least it gave me a chance to lend you some pants."

"Pants?" Mulder asked, looking down at his leather-clad legs with fresh horror. "You mean these are *yours*?"

"Well, they're a bit tight for me these days," Alex admitted.

"I'm wearing hell-pants," Mulder mumbled, his face slightly green.

Alex sighed, released the wheel and turned to face him. Mulder turned white until he saw the car seemed perfectly capable of driving itself.

"We really need to discuss this 'demon' business," Alex muttered.

"We do?" Mulder asked weakly, suddenly unsure he wanted to know anything more.

"Do you know that most wars have been started through simple misunderstandings? Ever heard of the Tower of Babel? Not one of the Big G's finest hours. Ever since he deliberately caused the confusion of languages, the whole human race has been split into dissention through nothing more than the fact that no-one understands a damned word anyone else is saying," Alex grumbled.

"So? Do you have a point or do you just like the sound of your own voice?"

"My *point* is that you obviously have a fucked up idea of what the word Demon actually means," Alex snapped.

"So, you don't have horns, tail and a pointy fork?"

"No," Alex replied dryly.

"And you don't live in hell?"

"No."

"And you're not evil?" Mulder demanded, raising his eyebrow sarcastically.

"Depends on your definition of 'evil'," Alex replied easily.

"You're not honestly expecting me to buy you're one of the good guys," Mulder snorted.

"Depends on your definition of 'good' but you're missing the point."

"No, I'm not," Mulder contradicted. "You're saying that it's a mistake to try and categorize you in human terms, because our definitions of creatures such as yourself are restricted to our own prejudices and misunderstandings."

A look of surprised delight crossed Alex's face. "I knew you were smarter than the average bear, Mulder."

"But personally, I think you're talking bullshit," Mulder continued, and enjoyed the way the Alex's smile slipped. "I think you *exactly* fit my personal definition of a demon. I never bought that horns and tails crap. What's it they said about the Devil? That he was the most beautiful angel in heaven before he was cast down."

"Luke's okay," Alex muttered, "if you go for blonds."

"Luke?" Mulder choked, with a slightly hysterical giggle. "You and Lucifer on first name terms, huh?"

"Yeah, well unlike the eff-bee-fucking-eye, we don't go for all that formal bureaucratical crap," Alex sniffed. "Luke's a hell of a lot more approachable than 'Skinner'."

"Hell being the operative word, I guess," Mulder sniggered.

Alex looked at him worriedly, noted the over bright eyes and sighed heavily.

"You really *don't* understand, Mulder, so let's drop it, okay?"

"Not okay. I want to know why 'Luke' sent me my very own personal demon."

"Well, duh," Alex snorted. "Could it possibly be because he felt sorry for you?"

"What?"

"Maybe, just *maybe*, if you could get your thick scull to embrace an extreme possibility, you'd consider the idea that maybe even the so-called 'bad' guys don't like to see some poor shmuck being constantly kicked in the ass."

"Me? You're saying the fucking *devil* felt sorry for me?"

"It depends on your definition of devil."

"Exactly what definition *are* we talking about?"

"None really. Humans have absolutely no true concept of reality. Good, evil, heaven, hell, angels, demons, they're all human terms that simply can't describe what I'm talking about. Why not just accept that there's a far bigger game being played than you're aware of, one in which humans are just pawns being pushed around. And since *neither* side gives much of a damn about the canon fodder it's hardly relevant which one decided to give you a break, is it?"

"You're telling me there is a real 'God' up there, but that he simply doesn't give a damn?"

"Ever read the bible?" Alex replied, with a smirk. "Ever heard of Armageddon? The last days are here, Mulder. A little sooner than we'd anticipated, admittedly, but HE gave fair warning that you'd all go out with a bang rather than a whimper. "

"You're saying this is the end of the world?"

"Well, it depends. To tell the truth, a lot of the eventual outcome depended on you at one point, but you became such a loose canon that *everyone* pretty much gave up on the idea of using you. Now everyone just wants you out of the picture so you can't fuck anything *else* up."

"So why the hell are *you* helping me stay alive?"

"Aside from my deep and abiding respect for the talents of your cock?" Alex asked sweetly.

Mulder glowered at him.

"Because I don't want you dying *yet*. I can keep you alive if you agree to stay the fuck out of the game from now on."

"I'd rather die," Mulder snarled.

"Not yet you wouldn't," Alex replied sincerely. "Believe me, if you die right now, you would *not* enjoy your afterlife."

"You're saying that human souls really *are* eternal?" Mulder demanded.

"Absolutely," Alex agreed. "Most of my best friends are dead. Humans are far more interesting after they get rid of their nasty, putrescent bodies and really learn to live a little. Well, unless they end up in the *other* place, of course," he added with a shudder. "Like I said. *You* wouldn't like being dead."

"You're saying I'm going to hell?" Mulder asked, his eyes widening in horror.

Alex frowned thoughtfully then reached over, touched Mulder's forehead lightly and then sighed with disappointment.

"Not yet," he admitted. "But don't worry, Mulder. We can keep working on it."

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