Summary: Qui-Gon and Ben encounter some unusual strangers on a
tropical planet.
Disclaimer: We all know that none of them belong to me, and I
promise to put them back when I'm done. The X-Files, Mulder,
Krycek et al. belong to Chris Carter and 1013 Productions, and
all things Jedi-ish to George Lucas. Oh yes, this particular
variation on Qui-Gon and Ben belong to Rina's Gladiator
universe.
Feedback: orithain@aol.com - I really, really like
feedback.
Author's Note: This is NOT my fault. Blame Rina for it; she
sicced the plot bunny on me. Of course, there is no actual plot
in this, but it's still her fault. BTW, I do know that this is
the title of a book or movie, though I've forgotten the
details, but it just seemed to fit. This is my first venture
into Q/O fic ::glaring at Rina::, so please forgive any
oddities. Aside from stealing her delightfully leather- clad
Ben, I've made no attempt to fit this into the Gladiator
timeline. It's an AU of an AU, so I'm not even certain that it
still counts as Q/O, but Mulder and Krycek didn't seem to care.
"You had to do it, didn't you, Mulder?" Alex Krycek glared at
the source of his current misery. "You had to poke at that
damned whatever it was. I *told* you to leave it alone!"
"Well, how was I supposed to know that just touching it would
activate it and that it was some sort of time machine?" Mulder
sounded aggrieved.
"Exactly my point! You knew it was some kind of alien
technology and that we had no idea what it was or what it did.
The *intelligent* thing to do would be to test it, find out
more about it before fucking around," Krycek snarled. "For that
matter, what makes you so sure it's a time machine? This could
as easily be some planet on the other side of the universe as a
prehistoric Earth!" His temper wasn't improved by the steamy
heat that was parboiling him in his leather pants and jacket.
"Oh, like you're the posterboy for intelligent choices!" Mulder
snapped.
Krycek's eyes narrowed. "So true, Fox. After all, I chose *you*
as a lover," he bit out before stalking away.
Mulder's jaw dropped, then snapped shut in dismay. He hadn't
meant to actually hurt Alex; he was just pissed off at himself
and taking it out on the other man. He never knew what Alex
would take to heart, and he was too emotionally involved
himself to accurately profile the man.
He took off after his lover, not wanting Alex to face whatever
dangers might be out there alone, nor did he want to be left
alone while the only other human being around disappeared over
the horizon. Of course, with all the heavy vegetation, the
horizon was only about six inches from the end of his nose, but
he still wanted to stick close.
Within five paces Mulder was completely lost and had lost sight
of Krycek as well. He tried calling Alex's name, hoping he
wasn't announcing himself as a tasty treat to any indigenous
lifeforms, but nothing approached him, not even Alex. He sat
down with a groan on a storm-blasted stump after checking it
suspiciously to make sure it wasn't some man-eating reptile or
something.
"You lost?"
The sudden voice made Mulder screech and jump, ending up flat
on his back when he overbalanced and toppled backward off the
stump. He blinked dazedly, swearing that if he ever got home
again, he would never, ever touch another alien artifact before
it was tested. His eyes focused on a young man smirking down at
him, changeable sea-green eyes sparkling with suppressed mirth.
Mulder's mouth watered at the vision before him. If not for the
smirk that reminded him uncomfortably of Alex, he might have
thought he'd seen an angel.
"Were you planning on staying down there for a while, or would
you like a hand up?" Laughter was audible in the attractively
accented voice, jarring Mulder out of his contemplation. He
flushed and scrambled to his feet, eyeing the newcomer
suspiciously.
"Who are you and how did you get here?"
Sandy eyebrows rose at the adversarial tone. "I'm Ben Ken'ba,
and I got here in a ship. The question is, how did *you* get
here? There haven't been any other ships recently, and I know
you weren't on mine. And who are you? I've never seen clothes
like that." Ben eyed the bedraggled Armani suit derisively.
Mulder stared back, his own eyes raking over the stockier man,
taking in the single white lock in the short hair, the black
leather vest fastened by matte steel clasps, the form-fitting
black leather trousers, and the supple leather sword belt
complete with sword and dagger. His own eyebrows rose in an
expression Scully would have been proud of.
"I'm Special Agent Mulder, FBI."
Ben regarded him blankly. "Is that supposed to mean something
to me?" The words meant nothing to him, nor did Qui-Gon
recognize them when he mentally checked with his bondmate.
Mulder sighed. "No, I guess not if this is some prehistoric
time. But that doesn't make sense if you're here. Homo sapiens
hadn't developed yet when the Earth was at a tropical stage."
"Earth?" Ben asked. "Never heard of it. This is Jalkab VI."
Mulder blinked. Although he'd half expected that answer or
something similar, actually hearing it made the bottom drop out
of his stomach. He swallowed hard, licked his lips, and
couldn't think of a single thing to say.
Ben's attention was drawn to the most luscious mouth he'd ever
been privileged to see. Even a courtesan in the Bitch's court
would have envied it. He couldn't resist leaning in and
nibbling on the damp, glistening lower lip. The stranger gasped
softly, his lips parting, and Ben took advantage by deepening
the kiss. It was strange to kiss someone else while he could
feel his bondmate observing in the back of his mind, but
Qui-Gon seemed to be enjoying the experience as much as he was.
He let his hands curve over the stranger's nicely rounded butt,
noting the odd metal object that was probably some sort of
projectile weapon as he dragged the other man closer.
Mulder's hands had risen to Ken'ba's hips when he was wrenched
out of the man's arms and tossed backward, once again ending up
on the ground. The possessive snarl still ringing in his ears
told him that Alex was back.
"Who the fuck are you?" Alex demanded, making sure to stay
between the stranger and Mulder.
Ben glared back. "Nice greetings you people have on your
planet."
Krycek was momentarily taken aback by the reference to planets,
but he had other priorities just then. "At least *we* don't
customarily poach on other people's territory!"
"Poach?" Ben gave him a blank look.
"Keep your fucking hands off Mulder! He's *mine*."
Mulder's eyebrows rose again, and he made a mental note to
discuss that comment with Alex at some later date. It was
rather possessive considering that they could barely be said to
have a relationship. They were adversaries who sometimes slept
together. Okay, who often slept together. And come to think of
it, they hadn't been too adversarial since they started
sleeping together.
The increasing volume and acrimony of the discussion between
the two black leather-clad men drew Mulder's attention back to
them. Despite his total disbelief that they were fighting over
him, he had to admit that they looked his own personal
definition of heaven. Ben was a couple of inches shorter, but
they had similar body types // edible // and were well matched.
Both had an air of honed readiness and were currently on the
knife-edge of violence.
"My money's on Alex," Mulder mumbled, thinking of everything he
knew about Krycek. While this other guy looked like he knew how
to handle himself, Alex had survived the Consortium, being a
triple agent, and Mulder himself. What could Ben possibly have
gone through that could compare to that?
"I wouldn't be too sure about that," a quiet voice put in
behind him.
Mulder jumped, but he was almost getting used to people
suddenly appearing around him by now. He twisted around and
looked up at the newcomer. This one was tall, with piercing
blue eyes and long, silvering brown hair that flowed past his
shoulders. His nose, as prominent a feature as Mulder's own,
appeared to have been broken at some point. The mobile mouth
neatly framed by a short beard and moustache moved, and Mulder
tore his attention from the long, lean body covered in
loose-fitting cream and brown to listen to what he had to say.
"One on one, no one has ever defeated Ben. He has the advantage
of Jedi and Arena training." Qui-Gon glanced from the battling
twosome to the very attractive man at his feet and offered a
hand up. "That's why he usually refrains from this sort of
thing. Unfortunately, however, he has a temper, and he was
already less than serene thanks to you." His eyes flicked to
Mulder's slightly kiss-bruised lips, and the agent flushed.
"Who are you two, and where are we?" Mulder asked, trying both
to change the subject and find out what had happened to them.
"I am Qui-Gon Jinn, a Jedi master, and my bondmate there is Ben
Ken'ba. But you already knew that." He smiled faintly. "As for
where we are, how is that you do not already know that? How did
you get here?"
"Good question," Mulder sighed, stepping slightly closer to
Qui-Gon to avoid being trampled by the other two, whose battle
had moved in their direction. That distracted him, and his
attention focused on the embattled pair. Both looked somewhat
battered, and Alex's shirt had somehow been ripped open,
leaving him as bare-chested as his opponent. So far neither had
pulled a weapon, seemingly content to settle this with their
bare hands. As Mulder and Qui-Gon watched, Ben tried to disable
Alex with a dirty move, and Krycek smoothly moved aside.
"Your companion seems conversant with fighting," the Jedi
master observed.
Mulder snorted. "You could say that. Then again, so does Ben."
He looked away, breathing rapidly, unwillingly aroused by the
sight of the two attractive men fighting over him. He shifted
uncomfortably, hoping his arousal wasn't visible to the other
man.
Qui-Gon smiled. "They are attractive, aren't they?" He moved
the tiny amount necessary to press his body against Mulder's.
Mulder swallowed a moan when he felt the other man's erection
against his belly, and he involuntarily rubbed against him.
When Qui-Gon's hands curved around his buttocks, pulling him
closer as Ben had done earlier, the moan escaped him. Mulder
flushed and leaned into the embrace. Qui-Gon shifted him
slightly so their erections lined up then rubbed against him.
Mulder's moan escaped him this time, and he arched into the
other man's touch. Qui- Gon claimed Mulder's mouth in another
searching kiss.
The wave of lust pouring along their bond made Ben stumble and
turn to stare at Qui-Gon in disbelief. Luckily for him, Alex
also turned to see what had distracted him and stopped in his
tracks.
Alex glared at the tall stranger wrapped around Mulder, his
lips pulling back in a possessive snarl. He and Ben stood
frozen, inches apart, identical dark looks on their faces as
they watched their lovers try to devour each other. The former
combatants seemed to forget each other's existence, their full
attention fixed on the other two.
This time it was the wave of jealous rage washing through the
bond from Ben that drew Qui-Gon's attention. He slowly released
Mulder's mouth with a last, lingering lick, keeping his arms
around the near boneless man, and looked over at Ben. Seeing
the hurt and anger burning dully in two pairs of green eyes, he
stretched out one arm toward the younger men, inviting them
into the embrace. At the same time, he sent a wave of
reassurance along the bond, reminding Ben of his love.
Ben frowned darkly and kept his distance, stormy gaze fixed on
Qui-Gon's arm around Mulder's waist.
"Don't you think this is a rather peculiar reaction from the
man who kissed Mulder first?" Qui-Gon inquired dryly. "You know
that our souls are bonded and that I love you. But I have to
agree with your earlier assessment that he's a most attractive
man...and his lover is luscious."
All three of the other men flushed and looked at the Jedi
master as if he were mad. Alex regarded his still outstretched
arm with the suspicion usually reserved for poisonous snakes.
"Does everyone around here make a habit of seducing every
passing stranger?" he sniped.
"Only the pretty ones," Ben returned, needling Alex.
Fortunately for everyone, Alex was used to Mulder, and attempts
to irritate him usually only amused him. And hearing someone
who looked like Ben call him and Mulder pretty *was* funny. He
grinned at the other man.
"You must be exhausted then."
Ben gaped at him, taken aback, then burst into laughter. When
he calmed down, he lazily stroked one hand over Alex's chest,
brushing aside the shredded remains of his shirt. As his
fingers reached the waistband of the leather pants, running
teasingly along the edge, he tilted his face up.
Never one to refuse an invitation, Alex took the kiss he was
offered. The tip of his tongue lightly traced the outline of
Ben's lips, moistening them, then he nibbled gently, catching
the lower lip between his teeth and tugging. He smiled faintly
at Ben's gasp before one hand raked through short, reddish
blond hair and pulled him closer. His mouth closed over Ben's,
his tongue nudging at the younger man's lips till they parted
to let him in.
Ben unconsciously moved closer to the man kissing him, his arms
sliding around Alex to hold onto him. He met Alex's tongue with
his own, tasting him. A groan escaped him when Alex slid one
hand down to his thigh and pulled his leg up to wrap around his
waist. The position aligned their cocks perfectly, and Ben's
leg tightened involuntarily, pulling Alex even closer. Since
Ben showed no signs of pulling away, Alex allowed his hand to
slide back up to his ass, then inside the tight leather pants
to curve over the firm muscle.
"Alex is a walking invitation to sex," Mulder murmured
prayerfully.
"No more so than Ben," Qui-Gon responded quickly, both arms
once again around the FBI agent since their lovers seemed busy.
"I don't know. Ben is gorgeous, but Alex.... Well, Alex *is*
sex. Even people who hate him want him. He's got the face of an
angel and a body no one can resist. I still can't believe he's
mine." Mulder nuzzled against the Jedi's shoulder like a
contented cat as he spoke.
"That description applies equally to Ben," Qui-Gon pointed out.
Mulder turned in his arms, leaning his back against the taller
man's chest, and watched the younger pair attentively. "How
about we agree that they're even?"
"That sounds fair," Qui-Gon agreed.
The quiet conversation hadn't distracted the other two from
each other. On the contrary, their hands had been busy, and
both men were now naked from the waist up. Boots were yanked
off and pants unfastened to allow them to get closer still.
Somehow they managed to remove the balance of their clothing
without losing contact with one another, and they slowly sank
to the ground.
The two watching were unable to resist the temptation of all
that tanned skin, and they knelt on either side of Alex and
Ben. Only when they brushed against the other two did the
entwined pair realize that their lovers had joined them. Ben
raised his head to flash an incredibly guilty look at Qui-Gon,
the first time the Jedi had ever seen such an expression on his
bondmate's face.
Qui-Gon pressed a tender kiss on Ben's lips, telling him
wordlessly that it was all right. Eventually the fighter would
realize that they could still be attracted to others and that
it didn't threaten their bond. Nothing could do that, not even
death. Searching sea-green eyes probed cerulean, then a smile
blossomed. Ben returned the kiss, sharing the taste of Alex
with Qui-Gon while the other two watched.
"Now do you understand?" Qui-Gon asked.
Ben shrugged. "Not really, but I'm sure you'll explain it to me
in excruciating detail later. Right now, we have better things
to do." By way of illustration, Alex's hand glided along his
pelvic bone to his rigid erection and stroked firmly. Ben
arched back into the other man's body, letting Alex support him
totally.
Watching them, Qui-Gon and Mulder made haste to remove their
own garments. Within moments, four bodies were intertwined on
the ground, eight hands stroked heated flesh, mouths suckled on
sensitive parts, and tongues licked. One moment Mulder might be
kissing Qui-Gon while Alex sucked him, and the next he was
screaming his pleasure into Alex's mouth as he rode Ben. They
twisted apart and came together again and again in varying
combinations, each intent on bringing the greatest possible
pleasure to his partners.
At one point Mulder distinctly remembered straddling Qui- Gon's
lap, his back to the Jedi master's chest and filled by him, as
they both watched Alex writhe and wail his pleasure as Ben
thrust into him. Mulder had no recollection of any sort of
lubricant being used, but there was no pain, only pleasure as
he rose and fell on Qui-Gon, driving them both ever closer to
the brink. Suddenly, Qui-Gon pushed him forward onto all fours,
pushing still deeper inside him. The new position also placed
his cock directly above Alex's greedy mouth, which instantly
latched onto him.
Mulder uttered a hoarse groan, unable to string two syllables
together to form a word as he alternately pushed back onto
Qui-Gon's cock and forward into Alex's mouth. He whimpered his
need as the sensations overwhelmed him, driving him to the
brink but not quite over. It was as if Qui-Gon knew exactly
when to pause to snatch him back from climaxing. He squirmed
between the two men, frantic pleas pouring from his lips. When
Ben and Qui-Gon simultaneously bit down on each of his
shoulders, the slight pain drove him over the edge, his body
arching into a tight bow as he came.
Alex hummed with pleasure as his mouth was filled with the
familiar taste of Mulder, and he sucked hard to capture every
drop, then licked the softening flesh clean. Despite Mulder's
whimpers as his tongue lashed the sensitized organ, he refused
to release him. He continued to suck lightly as Ben drove into
him, and his hands rose, one to Mulder's chest and the other to
Ben's, to tease puckered nipples. Both men squirmed when he
did, making Alex and Qui-Gon gasp at the sensation.
Ben groaned and grasped Alex's hips, yanking him back to meet
each thrust, driving himself even deeper inside the other man.
Alex clamped down on him with every thrust, holding him in a
velvet vise, making the sensations ever more intense. In
addition, Ben could feel everything that Qui-Gon was
experiencing through their bond. It was as if he was inside
both Mulder and Alex simultaneously, and he felt Qui-Gon's lust
at watching him as clearly as his own. He pushed forward into
Alex, and Qui-Gon matched his motion.
Sensing what Ben wanted, Qui-Gon pulled out of Mulder and
rolled him onto his back beside Alex. When Mulder was
positioned to his satisfaction, Qui-Gon slid back inside him
easily and began thrusting again. His hips moved in perfect
synchronization with Ben's, both men driving into their
partners' bodies while Alex and Mulder whimpered and moaned
ecstatically. Mulder's cock was gradually filling again from
Alex's prolonged tease and the hard organ now rubbing over his
prostate. His fingers dug into the rich loam beneath him,
seeking something to hang onto, then brushed against the
fingers of one of Alex's hands. He immediately interlaced his
fingers with his lover's, clinging to him as rapturous pleasure
rose in him again.
Alex turned his head, blindly seeking his lover, and latched
onto his mouth in a voracious kiss that Mulder returned. Their
lips parted only to gasp in air before meeting again over and
over. Ben and Qui-Gon shared equally hungry kisses as they took
their new lovers, feeling a connection with the two men.
Simultaneously, as if rehearsed, Mulder and Alex wrapped their
legs around the others' waists, pulling them deeper, and all
four men cried out their release in the same instant. The
bondmates drove into the men beneath them once more, and again,
milking themselves of every bit of pleasure as Alex and Mulder
convulsed in their climaxes.
Qui-Gon and Ben sank down on top of the other two, gasping for
air in the aftermath of their intense orgasms. Shifting to
allow Mulder and Alex to breathe, they ended up in a four-way
embrace. Somehow all three of the others ended up using the
Jedi master for a pillow, something which he pointed out in an
aggrieved tone.
"But you're the biggest," Ben responded reasonably, raising his
head from his lover's shoulder to smirk down at him.
Qui-Gon grumbled, but truth to tell, he was pleased to have
them close. There was something about the newcomers that drew
him even as it had drawn Ben from the first moment. He hoped
they would have sufficient time to discover what it was.
Now sated and relaxed, Mulder and Alex took turns explaining to
their companions how they came to be on Jalkab VI and what
their world was like. Neither Qui-Gon nor Ben had ever heard of
any world that sounded like Earth, which disheartened the other
two.
"No offense, but we have lives back home, and we'd like to get
back to them," Mulder said while Alex remained conspicuously
silent. Mulder regarded him in surprise. "Alex?"
Krycek shrugged. "You may have family, friends, and a job to go
back to, Fox, but the only thing I've cared about is you. And
you're right here with me." When Mulder could only stare at him
in astonished silence, he added, "Besides, we really have no
way to get back home. It sounds like whatever sent us here was
a one-way trip."
Qui-Gon's arms tightened around the three younger men. "You are
more than welcome to travel with myself and Ben until you find
a way home. In fact, we would be pleased if you would do so."
Not seeing any alternative aside from being marooned alone on
this steamy planet and not really unhappy to be spending more
time with the two men, Mulder agreed and was rewarded by Alex's
happy smile. "So, where to next?" he asked.
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