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Title: You Need to Stay Away from Sydney
Characters: Jack Bristow/Michael Vaughn
Fandom: Alias
Words: over 4,000
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: BDSM possible trigger scenario
Summary: Jack teaches Michael a lesson. Set vaguely in series 3.
Disclaimer: I own neither the characters nor the setting.





“You need to stay away from Sydney.” Michael whipped around at the sound of the voice and found himself eye to eye with a nightmare. Blue steel iris, yawning pupil dilated to… he flicked a glance at Jack to better gauge his mood… about 9mm.

Michael was at a distinct disadvantage. He had nothing going for him, crouched as he was on the floor so Jack’s gun hand was low and comfortable yet still aiming for his head. He’d been caught with his hands on Jack’s money, and he was on Jack Bristow’s turf. “Jack,” Michael began.

“Don’t speak, just nod. Am I understood?” Michael nodded vigorously.

Jack lowered his gun so it was pointed at Vaughn’s groin rather than his head. This put Michael face to face with the bulge of a one eyed weapon of another sort and in his nervousness he almost giggled.

Entirely unbidden a thought popped into his head. “Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” Vaughn realized with horror when he saw Jack’s fingers go white on the gun grip that he had spoken aloud.

Still crouched on the floor, thighs burning with strain, Michael froze in place, sure Jack would shoot him. After an interminable period of time Jack spoke. “When have I ever been happy to see you Agent Vaughn?”

Michael wisely took this as a rhetorical question.

Eyes still on Michael, gun hand steady, Jack reached behind him and pulled a folding chair around towards the CIA agent. “Sit.”

Needing the cupboard behind him for support, Michael stood on shaking legs. Biting back a squeak of pain as his cramped hips first straightened and then bent again, Vaughn sat as instructed.

Michael Vaughn knew Jack by reputation, dossier, and not a little personal experience, and he had no idea what Jack was up to. Adrenalin coursed through his bloodstream and his instincts screamed that flight was the best response, but he managed to look Jack in the eye and keep his seat.

Jack had been away on an operation for the last three weeks. If anyone had enough clearance to know where he had been it certainly wasn’t Michael. Vaughn had his doubts that anyone in the CIA knew and he wondered if it had anything to do with Sydney’s mother. Wherever it was something had clearly happened to take Jack back to his days of hating Vaughn.

Jack was dressed in what Michael had always considered his most menacing guise; a non-descript grey suit, white shirt and black tie. He could be anyone dressed like that. Michael wondered who stood before him now. CIA agent, father, or SD-6 ‘specialist’. He wasn’t actually sure which possibility frightened him most.

“What were you doing with the money?” Jack’s voice was low, and to someone who didn’t know him he might have sounded reasonable. Michael was unsure if he could answer. “Agent Vaughn, answer the question.”

“I was looking…” he took a deep breath to steady his voice, “looking for… Sydney left me a message. She asked me to come here and get a black box.” Michael was looking carefully for any response to Sydney’s name, but Jack just watched him impassively so he carried on speaking. “Size of a file, sliver lock, she said it was in that cupboard…” His voice trailed off.

“And you’re sure the message was from Sydney?”

“It was her protocol.”

Jack gestured with the gun. “So you’re sure?”

“I’m as sure as I can be.” Michael’s eyes followed the gun as Jack paced in front of him.

“What if I told you I sent that message.” Jack stopped his pacing, and Michael thought he saw a smile twitching at the corner of Jack’s mouth. He wouldn’t swear to it as he had no frame of reference for a smile there, but it looked like one.

For the first time since Jack’s arrival in the storage locker confusion dominated fear in Michael’s mind. “You… you? I don’t understand. Why?”

Vaughn didn’t see where the gun went, but Jack was empty handed as he reached out and pulled Michael to his feet by his shirt front. Jack kicked the chair out of the way as he propelled Michael backwards and into the wall. “What the…” Michael managed to get out before his lips were crushed under Jack’s.

Jack took one hand from Vaughn’s shirt and twined his fingers in Michael’s hair, keeping him from pulling away. To Michael’s complete surprise pulling away never even occurred to him. He opened his mouth to Jack’s tongue and pulled the older man close enough to feel that the bulge in Jack’s trousers had only gotten bigger since he had seen it earlier.

Vaughn’s stomach clenched and his cock hardened against Jack’s. He’d been fascinated by Jack Bristow for years now, but he had never allowed himself to consider this aspect of his obsession. That he was still frightened of what Jack might do made his heart beat faster and his dick even harder. He moved to put a hand behind Jack’s neck but Jack grabbed his wrist and pinned it to the wall next to his head. Michael groaned into Jack’s mouth.

Jack released Michael’s hair then and suddenly Vaughn was pinned to the wall by both wrists and by Jack’s thigh against his groin. Jack pulled away and looked him in the eye. As though the last 5 minutes hadn’t happened, Jack resumed their conversation.

“I thought this would be a good place for us to talk and it didn’t suit my purpose for you to know I was back in the country.”

Vaughn looked down at the thigh pressed against his obvious hard-on, licked his bruised lips and said, “You wanted to talk?”

Jack slid Michael’s hands up above his head so he could hold them both with one of his own. With his other hand he undid the buttons on Michael’s shirt. Vaughn was wearing what he considered his high school teacher’s garb today, jeans and a dress shirt open at the throat.

As Jack ran a thumb over his collar bone and caressed his neck with his fingers Michael was acutely aware that Jack was trained to kill with his bare hands. His cock was like a steel bar against Jack’s thigh and his breath was coming in ragged gasps. Jack leaned in to whisper in Vaughn’s ear.

“You need to stay away from Sydney.” Jack bit down hard on Michael’s ear lobe, making him whimper and struggle against the hand that held him to the wall. “Seeing you breaks her heart. I know you understand that.” From his tone Jack might have been whispering endearments, but his words and the bruising grip he had on Vaughn’s hands belied his tone.

The craziest thing was that Michael had thought he would die when he believed Sydney was dead. Now he didn’t even want to think about her. All he wanted was for Jack to kiss him again.

Michael ground his hips forward into Jack’s leg and tried to turn his head and find Jack’s mouth with his lips. Jack bit his neck just below his ear, hard enough to hurt him more than it gave him pleasure. “Answer me.”

“I will, I’ll stay away. Please god, Jack, kiss me.” Jack’s lips soothed the place he had just bitten, but he made no move to kiss Michael on the lips.

Michael strained against him and suddenly Jack let him go and stepped away. Jack managed to look like he had just walked into the room while Michael was in complete disarray. Slumped against the wall, arms limp at his side, hair disheveled and shirt hanging open, Vaughn looked as though he was barely able to support his own weight.

Jack was doing something behind the open door of one of the cupboards. Michael pushed himself away from the wall and started buttoning his shirt again. “Stop.” Jack’s voice brooked no argument. Vaughn’s hands froze. How had Jack seen him, face buried in the cupboard as it was? “Come here.”

Michael walked towards Jack, terrified, rock hard and completely unable to not obey. As he reached the older man Jack reached for him and Vaughn found himself with his hands cuffed behind his back. “What the f…”

“Did I tell you to speak?” Michael was stunned. Jack seemed to have gone insane, and he was shut in a storage locker with him. It was two in the morning, he was handcuffed and horny as hell. Had Jack brought him here to kiss him or torture him? Was the kissing part of the torture? Did Jack want him or just want to hurt him? He didn’t dare voice any of these questions.

Jack undid the button Vaughn had managed to do up and pushed his shirt over his shoulders. The cuffs kept it from coming all the way off. Instead Jack used it to tie Michael’s arms at the elbows, forcing out his chest. Jack ran a finger through the patch of hair between Michael’s nipples.

Michael’s chest was covered in goose bumps and his nipples were tight points. Jack flicked one, making Vaughn flinch and his cock jump in response. “Is it cold in here Agent Vaughn?” Michael groaned softly in response, still scared to speak, but not wanting to seem to be ignoring the question.

Jack trailed his hand down Vaughn’s chest and undid the top button of his jeans. Two fingers dipped inside and brushed the head of Michael’s cock through the cotton of his boxers. Michael thrust his hips forward to prolong the contact, but Jack had stepped back again. He reached for the chair and brought it around behind Michael. With one finger on Vaughn’s chest Jack pushed him back. Sitting, his face was again level with Jack’s fly. Moving behind him Jack did something with the shirt that bound his arms to the back of the chair.

When Jack came back around in front of Michael he had taken off his jacket and tie and rolled up his sleeves. Michael thought he was equally likely to be preparing for more sex or for some sort of torture. Having seen the files from SD-6 he prayed it was the former.

Jack’s hands were surprisingly gentle when they cupped Michael’s face. When he slid his thumbs into Michael’s mouth Vaughn sucked at them eagerly. Despite the fear and uncertainty he wanted this man. He hoped that Jack’s fingers would be followed by his cock. “I need you to do something for me Agent Vaughn.”

Michael nodded, still running his tongue around the fingers in his mouth. Jack removed his hands from Vaughn’s face and undid his fly. His cock was semi-erect when he pulled it out and Michael tried to reach for it, having forgotten in his desire that his arms were immobilized. Jack used one leg to spread Michael’s knees and he moved forward so Michael could reach him with his mouth.

Vaughn reached out and licked at Jack. He caressed just the head with his tongue and then drew Jack’s length into his mouth. Jack stood still, hands at his sides and Michael had to bend and twist his neck to gain access. He ran his tongue up the underside of Jack’s shaft, and used his lips to create suction at the tip. He flicked his tongue into the slit at the end of Jack’s cock and suddenly his mouth was busy with Jack’s full erection.

Jack moved then, grabbing Michael’s head and thrusting deeply into his throat. Michael gagged and found it hard to breathe, but Jack carried on fucking his face and his throat somehow learned to accept what was happening. Once he could breathe again the slightly twisted part of his mind that liked being trapped here, tied up, with no idea what was going to happen to him enjoyed that he was being used like this with no thought to his pleasure or comfort.

The buttons of Michael’s jeans held his erection tight against his belly and the cotton of his boxers rubbed over the head which Jack had freed in undoing the top button earlier. The sensation was tantalizing and he longed for more pressure or movement. Jack’s thrusts were speeding up now and Michael was anticipating a mouth full of come when Jack pulled out and spurted over Vaughn’s chest instead.

Jack stumbled backwards, half sitting and half leaning on the table behind him with that hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth again. Michael drew as much air into his lungs as he could and felt Jack’s come cooling on his chest. He wanted to beg and plead for Jack to touch him, to give him relief, but he kept quiet. In a remarkably short period of time Jack was tucking himself back into his trousers and standing again.

“You’ve done that before.” Michael shook his head and didn’t say only in my head. “Never mind. You’ll do it again.” Michael hoped so, and hoped it would be with Jack.

Michael’s shoulders were beginning to ache where he was tied so tightly to the chair and he shifted slightly to ease them. The discomfort fled when Jack began to run his fingers through the wetness on Michael’s chest, flicking again at his nipples. Jack brought his fingers up to Michael’s mouth and Vaughn got his taste of semen after all. Only after Jack had wiped all evidence of his orgasm off Michael’s chest, and Michael had licked his fingers clean for the last time did Jack untie him from the chair. He removed the handcuffs and pulled Michael’s shirt off completely.

To Michael’s complete surprise once he was free of his restraints he felt Jack’s fingers kneading the muscles of his neck and shoulders. He stiffened briefly but then allowed himself to relax back into the sensation. Jack’s hands were strong and seemed to know where all the sorest spots were. As he finished the massage and squeezed his way down Vaughn’s arms Michael realized that all the discomfort from being tied up was gone. He sighed and tilted his head back to look up at Jack. He desperately wanted the older man to kiss him, but could not bring himself to ask.

Jack came around in front of Michael and reached out his hand. “Stand up.” Michael took the offered hand and complied. Jack ran appreciative hands over Michael’s torso causing Vaughn’s cock, which had softened somewhat in the afterglow of the massage, to twitch again. “Take off your jeans. I want to see you.” Michael’s hands moved immediately to his buttons. He stepped out of his shoes and socks as he pulled his jeans off.

“Boxers too Agent Vaughn. I didn’t think I’d have to tell you.” Michael hesitated only for a second. Fear had crept back in at Jack’s tone of voice making his fingers and his cock stiff. Only when he stood completely naked before this man with whom he had such a complicated relationship did Jack finally kiss him again.

Jack’s clothing felt rough against Vaughn’s over sensitized skin but his hands on Michael’s back were smooth and soft. Fingers kneaded again at the base of his skull and Jack’s hand cupped Michael’s ass and pulled him forward. When Jack broke away again Michael was sure this time that that twitch was a smile.

Jack gestured towards the table and said, “Lie down.” Michael stretched out as bidden. Jack fiddled underneath the head end for a moment and the top of the table lifted up slightly so Michael was semi-recumbant rather than lying flat. This gave him a perfect view of his swollen cock.

Jack leaned down and ran his tongue along Vaughn’s collar bone and up the side of his neck. He probed with it at the mark underneath Vaughn’s ear, awakening the bite again, and sending a jolt of pleasure straight to Michael’s cock. Michael’s arms came up to embrace Jack but once again Jack stopped him. Jack placed Michael’s hands on the table next to his hips. “Can you keep those hands right there, or do I need to use the handcuffs again?”

Michael finally spoke. “I will keep them here.”

“Perfectly still. No matter what happens, no matter what I do. I don’t want you to move. Not a muscle Agent Vaughn.”

“Yes sir.”

At these words of assurance Jack leaned down again and kissed and licked at Michael’s neck and chest. His hands caressed Michael’s arms and stomach as his teeth and lips nipped and soothed Michael’s nipples. Michael could feel his dick straining upwards, longing for contact, but Jack focused on his torso.

Jack fastened his lips to the tender skin of Michael’s throat and sucked and bit at it until Michael was shaking, clenching his ass and gripping the edge of the table, but Michael didn’t move. Jack stepped back to admire the mark. “Well done agent.”

Jack smoothed a hand down over Michael’s stomach and along the side of his ass. “Relax. Shhh, relax. We’re going to be here a while.” Jack’s powerful fingers dug into Michael’s thighs, moving upwards towards his groin. They skimmed over his hipbones, spanned his waist and then moved upwards to pinch at his nipples again. Despite his best efforts Vaughn’s hips lifted slightly as Jack’s hands moved on, but he kept his hands at his sides.

Jack moved around to the other side of the table, and lining up carefully, left a matching mark on the other side of Michael’s neck. The pain brought tears to Michael’s eyes and nearly made him come. Sweat trickled down his chest and Jack licked at a droplet that ran down the edge of his pec. Michael’s hips ached from the effort of staying still.

When Jack tangled his fingers in the hair at the base of Vaughn’s cock Michael was sure he was finally going to be given relief. Instead Jack just continued with the teasing. He carefully probed at the sensitive skin and muscles that surrounded Vaughn’s cock and balls, but withheld the strokes that would have brought him to orgasm.

Michael was thrusting towards Jack’s fingers, even as they probed at his ass, when suddenly Jack walked away. “If you move a muscle I will tie you to that table, put a cock ring on you and leave you here in this storage locker. No one knows where you are Agent Vaughn. Think on that.” Michael could hear Jack rummaging in a cupboard again, and he stayed perfectly still.

When Jack came back he had a hunting knife in his hand. Michael’s cock softened in protest. Jack noticed. “Now now. There’s no need for that to happen. What do you think I’m going to do with this?” Michael’s mouth was dry and though he opened it to speak no words came out.

“If I promised you I wouldn’t hurt you would you believe me?” Michael just stared at Jack with eyes as big as the barrel of the 9mm gun he’d had pointed at his head earlier in the evening. “I think you should believe me Agent Vaughn,” Jack said as he ran the point of the knife down Michael’s chest.

The sensation was unlike anything Michael had felt before and he was surprised when it made his cock go hard again. Then he saw it. That twitch at the corner of Jack’s mouth. Jack continued to play with the knife, running the point all over Michael’s skin, from his feet to his fingertips. Michael gave himself over to the sensation and even when Jack allowed the blade to nick his skin a couple of times, he stayed rock hard.

Michael was panting and beginning to think Jack would never let him come when Jack laid the knife down between Vaughn’s legs. The point was millimeters away from his scrotum and Michael’s promise to stay still took on new meaning. Jack reached under the table again and Michael heard a small snapping noise.

When Jack stood Michael saw that he had a latex glove on one hand and was rubbing lubricant between his fingers. Michael sighed in anticipation. Jack picked up the knife again and lay it on Vaughn’s stomach. It was cold and heavy and served as a reminder that Jack was in charge here. Not that Vaughn needed reminding.

Jack put his free hand on Michael’s groin. His thumb lay alongside Vaughn’s scrotum and his fingers nudged the base of his cock. It felt so good, but was not quite enough to make him come. Michael watched in fascination as Jack’s other hand moved towards the crack of his ass. “Spread your knees and slide down towards me a bit.” Jack’s voice was almost gentle, surprising Michael into immediate compliance.

Michael cringed slightly as the cold fingers touched him, but as Jack’s fingers pushed at the muscles around his ass he pushed back, hoping for more. Jack responded by pressing one slick finger past the ring of muscle trying to keep him out.

Michael felt every nerve ending clamouring for attention. He could feel the rubber and steel of the knife on his belly, the heat of Jack’s fingers at the base of his cock, the leather of the table against his skin, the sweat cooling against his chest in the breeze that came through the crack at the bottom of the door. Most of all he could feel the slick of slippery rubber probing his ass as Jack worked a second finger in alongside the first.

With tiny thrusts Jack loosened the muscles as he had done those of Vaughn’s shoulders earlier. Scissoring, probing, stretching, stroking, he created space for a third finger. Michael was trying so hard to keep his responses small enough to not disturb the knife balanced so near his cock but it was becoming increasingly difficult as Jack probed deeper. Just as he feared he could control himself no longer Jack stopped moving inside him and spoke. “This part I think we do without the knife.”

“Please. Just don’t stop, please.”

Jack used his free hand to lift the knife gently from Vaughn’s stomach, running the tip through the curls at the base of Michael’s cock as he removed it.

As soon as the knife was clear of his skin Michael thrust himself down onto Jack’s fingers. Jack thrust back, and hit Vaughn’s prostate causing Michael to cry out. Jack slapped Michael on the hip. “Shh. Stay still. I move, you don’t.”

Jack had stopped his thrusting and Michael concentrated on slowing his breathing and relaxing back. He could feel his muscles twitching in protest against Jack’s fingers and tried to focus on how good it felt. Then Jack began to move again, pressing Michael’s prostate over and over, setting off a series of explosions that ran down his legs and up to his head. “I don’t want you to come until I tell you to.”

Michael managed to nod. He was gripping the sides of the table so hard he thought his fingers might break, but he didn’t move. Jack fucked him slowly now, sliding his fingers almost all the way out before pressing back in a fraction of an inch at a time. Vaughn felt stretched and filled and so so good. Jack looked at him hard in the eye. “Do NOT come. You will be severely punished if you do.” Michael thought he would die when Jack then closed his mouth around Michael’s cock.

Jack didn’t suck, or move, but the heat and wetness brought Michael so close to the edge that he was sure he would fail. When Jack found his prostate again Michael clamped down on his orgasm with all his will. He was weeping with the effort and a high pitched whine vibrated against his palate. Somehow he managed to hold on.

Just when Michael thought that he didn’t care what the punishment was, even if it was death, he had to come, Jack stopped. He pulled his mouth off Vaughn’s dick and his fingers out of Vaughn’s ass. Michael was left hovering on the edge of madness. Jack came up and put his lips next to Michael’s ear. “Come.”

Michael screamed as his hips thrust against nothing and his cock sprayed over his chest.

“Was that the best orgasm you’ve ever had?” Michael managed somehow to nod. Jack took his jaw and held him still. “That’s why you need to stay away from Sydney.”

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