Then it hit him. He'd slept. He'd slept almost twelve hours straight
through. Without dreams, without nightmares—
With someone else in bed with him, he realized, finally spying the blanket-covered
mound on the other side of him, a dark head facing away from him, toward
the window—
Krycek. Alex Krycek—
And it all came back to him, the whole previous evening, all in one
brain-spinning rush. He'd come home under Skinner's orders, ostensibly
to rest, but he hadn't—
All he'd done was sit on the couch staring into space, tearing himself
up inside over what had happened to Scully. Alex had shown up soon after,
greasy bag of leftover Chinese food in hand, determined to feed him
dinner. And he'd been too tired to put up a fight—
In more ways than one. Next thing he knew, he'd been flat on his back
on the couch, Alex's face buried in his crotch, lips and tongue working
him like a greedy furnace—
And when he came, it had split his soul in half.
The full impact of his exhaustion had smashed into him then, and Alex
had helped him stumble into the bedroom, stripped them both down to their
underwear, and put them to bed. Here. Together...
Mulder'd slept like a boulder from the second he'd tumbled into the
sheets—
And Alex hadn't touched him again, all night long—despite the fact
that he'd been sporting an impressive hard-on the whole time he'd
been tucking Mulder in—those skin-tight white bikini briefs of his sure
as hell didn't lie...
Alex stirred, letting out a tiny groan as he rolled over on his back,
shifting slightly, resettling into the mattress.
His face looked...relaxed, almost childlike in sleep, all long lashes
and pouty, half-opened lips, a few wispy black commas spilling over his
cheeks and forehead. The face of an angel—
A fallen angel...
Yeah, somehow he doubted there were any up in Heaven that could do what
this one had done to him last night...
He leaned in close, close enough to taste this angel's warm breath,
close enough to dust those soft lips with the tiniest whisper of a kiss—
Close enough to see his eyelids twitch, then flutter open—
"Hi," Alex rasped, mouth curving up in a slow little half-smile.
"Hi yourself."
"How'd you sleep?"
The rough early-morning smokiness of his voice sent hot tendrils shooting
down Mulder's spine, snagging his breath, pooling tight and heavy in his
groin. After last night's exertions he'd doubted he'd be able to get it
up again for another week, at least...
Alex gave a tiny shrug, along with a prompting look, and Mulder suddenly
realized he'd been staring at him.
"Um... fine," he mumbled, feeling the hot flush creeping into his face,
"I slept fine."
"No nightmares?"
"No nightmares."
"Good. I was kinda worried about that." One hand came up, stroking Mulder's
cheek, tousling his hair. And then he smiled, really smiled—
A bone-melting smile—
A killer smile...
God, it was like watching the sun rise for the first time, awe pumping
through his veins like a shot of adrenalin. His mouth went desert-dry,
just like it had last night, the first time he'd seen Alex standing outside
his front door, in his jeans and t-shirt and leather jacket. One look had
been enough to leave him dizzy, trembling inside, but he'd shrugged it
off, dismissed it—
"Hey," Alex said softly, "Earth to Mulder."
Jesus, he'd been doing it again. "Sorry, I didn't mean to—"
"No problem. In fact, I consider it a compliment." Rolling onto his
side, he lifted himself up on one elbow, his other hand trailing down to
Mulder's shoulder, caressing, stroking. Mulder tamped down a shiver—
well, at least he tried to. "You've never done it with another guy before,
have you?"
"Was I, uh... that obvious?"
"I know a virgin when I see one."
He didn't think his face could've gotten any redder, but it must have,
because Alex's hand was there on his cheek again, fingertips brushing the
exact spot where the heat was centered. "S'okay, Mulder. I'm honored. Really."
Silence fell for a moment, just long enough for Mulder to set his derailed
train of thought back on track. "How long have you...I mean, have you always
known you were—"
"Bisexual? Yeah, ever since I was a teenager. Why?" A tiny pause. "God,
last night really was a revelation for you, wasn't it?"
Revelation...more like a fucking earthquake...
His expression must have said it all, for Alex's grin widened. "Hey,
so you're a late bloomer. Nothing wrong with that. Or, um..." his hand
dropped, down to Mulder's throat, thumb barely tracing the soft pulse beating
there, "maybe you're just curious. Is that it?"
Jesus, those green eyes of his went through him like a hot blade—
swift, brutal, threatening to tear him wide open. No point in trying to
deny it now. "Well, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious..."
"But?"
"But I don't know if I'm ready for... um, well—"
"S'okay, I know what you mean. It can get a little...heavy if you're
not used to it. We can go slow, whatever you're comfortable with. Hands
and mouths're a nice way to start."
"Hands and mouths?"
"Yeah. Like this..." And Alex's weight came down on top of him, rolling
him onto his back, brushing his forehead, eyelids, the tip of his nose
with feathery butterfly kisses, moving slowly downward, carefully nipping
at Mulder's lower lip, teasing him open—
The first touch of his tongue was incredible, indescribable, hot and
rich and heady, gentle this time, not like last night's bruising, mind-shattering
semi-rape, but no less forceful for its tenderness—
Mulder felt as if he'd fallen headlong into the ocean, more than willing
to let himself drown in the sensations flooding his body—
In the warm wet velvet working, sliding, burning first in his mouth,
then Alex's, Alex's fingertips cupping his cheek, trailing down his throat,
his chest, his belly, moving inexorably lower, resting finally on the fly
of his boxers—
Sweeping inside, grasping Mulder's straining erection, stroking his
length, caressing the weeping tip with the pad of his thumb—
And Alex suddenly pulled back, breaking the kiss, mouth hovering over
Mulder's, grinning, teasing, tantalizing—
"You want me? You want this?" he taunted, giving the hard shaft cradled
in his palm a rough, insistent squeeze, making Mulder's hips arch, writhe
helplessly against the mattress, grinding his own hard-on into Mulder's
belly. "Say it."
He tried, but he couldn't say anything—the breath had lodged somewhere
between his lungs and throat and hung there suspended, a blazing, icy fist
flexing in his chest. The most he could manage was a thin, piteous whimper.
"Say it or I'll stop."
"I...want you," he mouthed soundlessly.
"What was that? I didn't hear anything."
God, this was brutal, inhuman, any second he was going to explode...dark
spots skittered before his eyes as he dragged in ragged gouts of air, forcing
it down, finally feeling the knot inside him loosen, unravel—
"I want you," he gasped. "I want you like...like you wanted me yesterday..."
Alex froze, his cruel, playful smile fading. "Y-you mean that?"
"Yeah," he replied, licking his lips, his voice still only half-there,
"let me taste you."
"Mulder, you don't have to—"
"I want to." It was true, he realized. Alex had given him pleasure and
solace and release last night, without reservation, without taking anything
for himself in return. Giving him that same pleasure now was only fair.
"How can I refuse an offer like that?" Alex said, leaning in for a kiss,
shuddering a little as his thumb traced Mulder's lower lip. "Just thinking
about this mouth sucking me's enough to make me come..."
That was all Mulder needed to hear. Giving Alex a gentle push, they
landed together back on the pillows on Alex's side of the bed, Mulder on
top this time, kissing them both breathless. Rotating his hips against
Alex's belly, then lower, he finally brought their erections into contact,
rubbing them together through two maddeningly thin layers of cotton—
Making Alex groan, the breath hissing out of him hot and rapid, digging
his nails into Mulder's back. "Jesus, stop that, okay? I'm too damn close—"
Another bruising kiss stifled his outcry, but if he said anything more
once they broke apart Mulder didn't hear it. He was too busy tracing a
warm, wet path down Alex's silky throat, nipping at the artery throbbing
there, working his way further down—
Drawing a long, squiggly line down the center of Alex's chest with the
tip of his tongue, halting for effect when he reached the younger man's
navel, darting his tongue into the deep indentation, swirling it once,
twice, three times, then looking up, into Alex's eyes, those deep green
eyes that could flay him open with one glance—
Lifting himself slightly, he slid down, lying flat on his belly, his
head and the upper part of his torso resting on Alex's thighs and belly,
though he'd taken most of his weight on his elbows. The tip of his own
erection had—to his relief—poked free of the tight confines of his
boxers, pushing into the cool, crisp sheets—
It felt good—better than good, in fact—but he shunted the sensation
aside, reaching for the waistband of Alex's briefs, easing them down just
enough to free his erection and the soft sac just underneath, grinning
at Alex's exhaled rush of air at the precise same moment, taking the stiff wand in one hand—
Caressing it, blowing gently on the rosy mushroom tip, coaxing forth
a tiny drop of pearly moisture, lapping it away with the edge of his tongue,
musk and sea-salt exploding into his mouth in a single head-spinning rush—
Drawing the tip between his lips, he ran his tongue along the underside,
tracing the soft ridge, exploring, sliding down, taking as much as
he could without gagging—
Suddenly feeling something warm and insistent touching the back of his
head, weaving in his hair—
"C'mon, Mulder...suck me, for Chrissakes...I'm dying here..."
It felt good to hear him beg like that, to see his free hand digging,
twisting into the sheets, to feel his hips jerking upward, trying to thrust
deeper into his own mouth, desperate for release—
And he started moving, slowly at first, swallowing him a little more
with each stroke, finally holding the full length of him easily in his
mouth, wrapping his tongue around the pulsing shaft, then the tip, alternating
between the two, picking up speed and friction—
Alex's full-throated groans shot their bright echo into his own groin,
and he rolled his hips deeper, grinding them into the sheets, fucking them
in perfect rhythm with his sucking of Alex...
And then it happened, Alex grabbing a handful of Mulder's hair, spurting
hot and sticky and salty-thick into his welcoming mouth—
His own orgasm following a split-second later, subtle as a jackhammer
and every bit as shattering...
Next thing he knew, he was lying with his head nestled on Alex's belly,
his hair being softly tousled. "Hey," he heard Alex say, "welcome back."
Moving up, he leaned in for a quick kiss before rolling onto his side,
letting one hand rest on Alex's shoulder, absently stroking the soft skin
there. "Hope I did it right."
"Jesus, like you have to ask? You could give lessons," Alex laughed.
"I think I saw God about ten times. That was in-fucking-credible, Mulder.
Kinda makes me wonder if you're really as innocent as you claim."
"Not anymore."
"No, I guess not," Alex whispered, kissing him again, lips teasing Mulder's
open by torturous degrees, tongues delving, slow and wet and deep. "We
still haven't tried everything yet, though..."
"We will, but later, okay?" he groaned. "You just about wore me out.
Besides, there's no big rush, right? I don't think either of us is going
anywhere."
Alex looked at him for a long time, almost as if he were memorizing
him, locking his image away for safekeeping. "You're right," he said finally,
his mouth quirking up in a lazy little half-smile that didn't quite reach
his eyes, "we've got plenty of time. All the time in the world."
The End...
Angel II
After Innocence
It was the sunlight that woke him up, watery grey streaks of it poking
through his bedroom curtains. Rolling over, Mulder stole a squinty glance
at his clock-radio. Five-twenty a.m. Good, he thought with a grateful yawn,
he could sleep another hour...
"Please..."
