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Before Covarrubias turned against me, we plotted together to bring the
Consortium to their knees. Now I find that I had to get up off of mine and try
to convince one man of the truth. The destruction or salvation of the human
race rested on my shoulders because it depended on whether or not Fox Mulder
would believe me just one more time.
When he bent over, I grabbed the back of his overcoat and ran him into the
chair at the desk which was next to where his fish tank sat. The brightly
coloured fishes were swimming tranquilly in the still water. I gave him my
best "We'll lose the war if you don't wake up" speech. When I was done, he
looked at me with those big hazel eyes of his and called me "a murderer, a
liar and a coward". I could see that he still wanted to trust me though.
Needed to trust in me. We stared into each others' eyes then. Actually, I was
drinking in the sight of him. Perhaps he was doing the same to me. I
couldn't say for sure as I didn't bother to ask him what was on his mind at
that moment. however I knew what was on my mind though.
I told him to sit up and he did. I explained to him about the alien rebel
and how he had to save it. Throughout, I could see the look of disbelief
forming on his face. His sensuous mouth was open, his pink tongue poking out,
making it hard for me to concentrate on what I was saying. I think had it been
anyone else telling him this he would have gone for the gun he kept in his desk
drawer and shot them. But because it was me telling him most of the truth that
he had been searching for for so long, he was considering everything I was
saying seriously, hanging onto my every word. Mr Refined had been right in
sending me to Mulder. I don't think anyone else could have convinced him. But
then Mr. Refined knew that Mulder and I shared a bond between us. Just how
deeply that bond ran, no one knew except for myself, and maybe Mulder. In
truth, I felt more for Fox Mulder than anyone else on this pathetic planet,
including my parents. And I know he felt something for me as well. He didn't
want to want me though, but never the less- he did. I am like the mysterious
and menacing man that parents would warn their kids about: "stay away from him,
he's nothing but trouble". They would be right of course, but still the
children, like Mulder, would be unable to resist me.
Since the first day of our partnership together I knew that
something was up between us. Batting my eyelashes and effecting hero worship
towards him was easy. We flirted with each other continuously but neither of
us ever vocally acknowledged it for what it was. We would stand close to each
other-closer than what was necessary-and we would touch each other casually
many times in the course of a day. The electricity was felt by us both. To
outsiders we looked like a normal pair of agents, heads together conferring,
but for us it was actually a way for both of us to get nearer to one another
without having to get into anything more meaningful.
When we were in the Hong Kong airport, I had felt his erection against my
own by the phone booths. I'm sure he had felt my own particular state as well.
If I hadn't been taken over by the oil alien afterwards, I think I might have
tried something more with him on that long flight back to D.C. In the end, I
suppose it was just as well that I was incapacitated. At that time, neither of
us were ready to admit how we felt.
Even I know that the violence he has inflicted on me in the past was his
subconscious telling him he really wanted to fuck me instead. The way he
treated me before we went to the gulag was positively brutal. I didn't care
though. I would take anything Fox Mulder had to offer. My desire for him had
burned away at my insides. Things didn't quite work out the way I had planned
them to at the gulag of course-that ill-fated trip ended with my arm being cut
off by a bunch of illiterate woodsman from a nearby village. I don't blame
Mulder for it though. I mean, how was he to know that by his premature escape
that that would happen?
So after almost two years since we first met where do I end up? Back with
Mulder in his apartment. It seems that every road I take leads me back to him
intentionally or un-intentionally.
Presently, I look across at him and tell him all that I can about the
coming invasion. After I was finished, I waited for him to speak. But when
he said nothing, I knew it was time for me to leave. To show him my sincerity
I leaned in close and kissed his right cheek. Jesus Christ, just kissing him
on such an innocent spot gave me a fledgling hard-on. His scent was very
masculine. It was a faded hint of men's cologne combined with his sweat,
probably a result of the adrenaline rush caused by having a gun pushed in his
face. He smelled heavenly to me. I really wanted to do more than just give
him a quick peck on his cheek. So much more. If I hadn't been so treacherous
at the beginning of our relationship maybe he would be more receptive to me. I
know I should feel lucky enough that he hadn't killed me right then and there
already.
I leaned back and searched his eyes. They had a gleam in them that I had
never seen before. He looked as if he was deciding on something. I un-cocked
the gun that I had stripped him of and waited until he turned his hand over
and opened up his palm just before I dropped the weapon into his hand. He held
it loosely, placing his finger on the trigger. I stood to leave then, but he
pointed the gun at me suddenly and whispered, "Wait. Don't go."
I froze. Not because he was pointing a gun at me, but because of his words
and the tone of his voice. He sounded husky with need. I felt that need as
well. I watched as Mulder checked his gun and then placed it on top of the
desk behind him.
There I stood and there he sat as the seconds just continued to tick by.
Wasted seconds that could have been spent in each others' arms. Since Mulder
had made the first critical move by asking me to stay, the ball was in my court
now; so I followed up his request by closing the distance between us with three
quick steps and then dropped to my knees between his legs. Our nervous bodies
were only inches apart, the canyon that had always existed between us had
finally been closed. Mulder put his hands to either side of my face and drew
me in for what was the most erotic and fantastic kiss I had ever experienced.
His hands were soft and smelled of soap. His touch was so hot that I could
feel all of his fingers on my face completely. He must have been burning for
me as well, though why he would find a one-armed traitor desirable is beyond
me. Through his kiss, I was able to tell that he had yearned to be with me in
the most carnal sense since the beginning, as I yearned to be with him in the
same way.
I opened my lips to his inquisitive tongue. We were at the point where we
both knew there was no turning back. The flood gates had opened up, releasing
the dammed water. Both our lips quivered under the kisses that we were
delivering to each other. My erection had already grown to its full length.
Even though Mulder had not seen me since that whole fiasco in Tunguska, I
figured he had heard about my accident while he was there, so I knew my
prosthetic arm would not come as a shock to him. But still, I felt shy at him
seeing me. I was confident that Mulder would see the plastic and the stump and
accept me for what I now was; I just wish it was that easy for me to accept my
new bodily form. I gave myself a mental shake and set aside my vain
reservations concerning my body. I wanted my mind to be filled with his essense
alone.
I let him push my leather off while I used my good arm to try and disrobe
him. Mulder ran his hands over my shoulders and down my arms. He shook his
head as if in regret when his hand came across the plastic on my left arm. He
leaned in to nip at my earlobe whispering breathily to me that it didn't matter
to him, his ardor for me had not cooled . What the hell, there has to be worse
things than making out with a one armed turncoat, Russian intelligence agent.
Mulder continued to undress me by pulling off my dirty, sweat stained shirt.
He then took off his own overcoat. I had since given up on trying to undress
him; Mulder was going to have to take charge of this stage of the operation.
I wanted to remove my prosthesis but again was unsure as to how Mulder would
react. Feeling that there was finally honesty and trust between us, I asked
him straight out if he minded. I explained to him that the fake arm chafed and
caused me pain. The kind of pain that did not turn me on. Mulder smiled and
told me that making love to a man with only one arm was kinky and he liked to
feel kinky. He said it with a devilish grin playing around his sexy mouth. So
I took the plunge and with a practiced efficiency removed the arm and
discreetly stowed it out of our line of sight. As I removed my limb, Mulder
took off his suit jacket and then his tie and white dress shirt.
He stood up after he was done and reached out a hand for me to take. I
placed my own hand in his and he closed his fingers around it, pulling me up
close to him. Mulder, I found, had somewhat of a romantic streak. He raised
the back of my hand to his lips and kissed it chastely, his action reminiscent
of a Southern gentleman kissing a lady he was courting. Perhaps that was what
we had been doing all these years-courting each other. And now it was time to
consummate whatever it was we had between us.
Mulder looked into my eyes and told me how beautiful he thought they were.
I blushed at his compliments like some inexperienced school girl. I guess I
was in a way. I had mainly used sex as a tool before this. Whether or not I
had to bend over and grab my ankles to obtain some information or simply bang
Covarubius merely for the sake of release; that was raw sex. But being here
with Mulder was like a prelude to love- making. The difference between the two
types of sex was very distinct in my mind. The former I did because I had
to...the latter because I wanted to.
Mulder smiled at me, clearly enjoying the fact that he had knocked me off
kilter with his praise. He had never truly seen me with my guard down, as I
was now. He pulled me into an embrace, wrapping his well muscled arms around
me and hugging me tightly. Our chests rubbed together. Being relatively
close together in height; I could feel his nipples colliding with mine, turning
my small round brown disks into harden nubs, sensitive to the slightest touch.
We started kissing again. His hands roamed the planes of my battle scared
back. Over the years I had been shot, stabbed and hit in the back by shrapnel
from an exploding car meant to kill me. The scars I knew must have felt bumpy
and foreign beneath his fingers though he didn't say so. I reciprocated the
sensual touches on my skin by running my own rough hand over him, using my
fingertips to raise gooseflesh. He shivered at my touch. The power of touch
alone was heady. I let my hand feel farther down and then I dared to invade
him further by pushing my palm between back and belt, cupping a firm round
cheek. He gasped in response, obviously liking what he was feeling. Following
suit, he plunged both hands down the back of my grimy jeans and mimicked my
moves.
Our kissing came to a breathless end as Mulder looked down to my bulging
crotch and began undoing my button fly jeans-it was easier for me to deal with
buttons than with a sticky zipper. After he'd finished with my jeans, he
performed the same task to his own pants, only venturing further and pushing
them down to his ankles. He toed off his shoes and kicked them away. Bending
over he removed his sensible black socks and then helped rid myself of my
boots-I had no socks on. When Mulder stood up, my breath caught. There he
was, in Calvin Klein boxers looking every inch the Adonis I imagined him to
be. The cotton clung tightly to Mulder, accentuating the sizable bulge of
his crotch, his manhood hidden beneath the folds of white. The underwear he
wore suited him. The boxers ended at mid-thigh, making his whole lower torso
all the more desirable. I ached to have his well muscled swimmerslegs
wrapped around me. I was hopeful that my chance would come.
Mulder probably saw the leering looks I knew I was giving him and I think
he liked feeling desirable since he didn't object. Instead, he reached towards
me to put his hands on my hips and started to push down my jeans. He showed
his appreciation at finding me bare underneath by kissing me below my neck,
stopping to leave me with a hickey at the point where my neck met up with my
shoulder. He told me that I suited the no underwear look, that somehow it fit
with the image of danger I conveyed. I didn't have the heart to tell him that
I had given up doing a great many things since losing my arm. Underwear and
socks were just to fussy for my lifestyle.
Having finally stripped both of us of our clothes, Mulder took hold of my
hand again and led me to his black leather couch. I sensed that he needed to
be able to control the circumstances of our lovemaking, which was fine with me.
I had been in command of every other meeting we had had. With the exception of
what happened at the Hong Kong airport and that big mess with being in the
silo, from our first meeting and pairing to Duane Barry and the whole Skyland
Mountain incident, all had been carefully orchestrated by me or someone above
me. Mulder needed to call the shots for a change. And I was more than willing
to let him.
He sat down rather casually on the couch and pulled me along with him,
settling me so that I was straddling his lap. He asked me if I had ever been
fucked before. I told him yes I had, many times.
When I was done, I sat up to admire my handy work. The room was lit by the
light given off by the fish tank. It shone on Mulder and me, making us appear
as if we were in a spotlight. Most of the hazel in his eyes was blotted out
by his pupils; they were dilated with lust. I was sure mine were the same. He
smiled slightly and looked toward his lap. My gaze followed his. I watched,
mesmerized by the sight of his pulsing organ. He took hold of my stiff member
and held it against his own. I exhaled my breath sharply, making an "aaaah"
sort of sound.
Mulder used his free fingers to gather up the fluid that was flowing freely
from the openings of both of our cocks. He brought the natural lube to his
mouth and stuck out the tip of his tongue to taste. I was unable to take my
eyes off of him. Smiling at me he took his fingers away and reached behind me,
going for my puckered opening.
Mulder surprised me, for a rookie he sure seemed to know what he was
doing. Perhaps he had experimenting on himself. I purred my pleasure at his
ministrations in his ear, taking the opportunity to kiss and nibble while
there. Mulder put his hands on my waist and urged me up. I complied. I
positioned myself and then put my hand around Mulder's penis to help guide him
in. He didn't even have a condom on, but I wasn't about to protest. He didn't
even bring it up. Since I was barely lubed, I knew entry would be tight and
painful for both of us, but I looked forward to the pain, needed it. I knew
the pain would remind me hours after the fact that I had really made love to
Fox Mulder. I wanted to remember this forever.
I pointed him in the right direction and Mulder took over, slowly sinking
his hard cock inside of me. The fit was very tight. He pushed in millimeter
by millimeter, taking his time. I kept my eyes open all the while, wanting to
see how his face looked during the whole time. He had his eyes closed and a
furrow of concentration lined his forehead. His expression was somewhere
between agony and ecstasy. Once he had his entire mushroom-shaped head sunk
in, I knew the hard part was over. I told him as much. Mulder opened up his
lids and quipped "thank goodness", his pause giving me just enough time to
adjust to the intrusion.
After a while, I quit biting and began sucking instead. That put him
over the edge and he pushed up into me even harder a few more times while
crying out "Oh Alex, yesssss!. Oh God, Alex, please don't stop. Alex!". I
was so close to the edge myself, a few more seconds and I would be over it. I
waited for him to ride out the last of his ebbing orgasm.
Mulder peppered my left shoulder with soft kisses and I pulled myself off
of him. He moved his way up my neck, leaving a moist trail in his mouth's
wake. At a certain spot, he bit the flesh beneath his teeth and sucked it
bring the blood below to the surface. The phrase Tit for Tat ran quickly
through my brain. Raunchy ideas for my own gratification followed closely
behind. Mulder must have had the same thoughts because after he finished
marking my skin he clutched my face in his hands and kissed me hard on the
mouth. "Do me, Alex" he then said. I needed no more invitation than that.
In the back of my head the words "Mulder is a virgin, be gentle" floated
by. I hoped that I would be able to stave off my own orgasm enough to properly
ready him. My erect penis was dripping with pre-cum, I only hoped that it
would be enough for what I needed to do. Mulder used his feet to push away the
coffee table and we tumbled to the floor. He got up and positioned himself on
his hands and knees. Seeing him waiting like that for me with his beautiful
round ass in the air, made me think of how surreal this all was. I couldn't
believe this was really happening.
I collapsed on Mulder's back and he in turn flopped down flat on the rug.
The warm afterglow of a great mind-blowing orgasm lulled us into a sleepy daze.
Mulder began to squirm under my weight and I reluctantly got off of him.
Luckily there was a box of tissues on the corner table where I grabbed some,
handing him a few and pulling some tissue out for myself. I hastily cleaned up
and then stood up, seeking out my clothing. Unfortunately it was time to go.
I didn't want this interlude to end, but to stay further would endanger not
only myself but Mulder as well.
He said nothing and only watched as I re-attached my left arm and then
awkwardly tried to pull my shirt on. Normally I could do this without much
trouble, but I was rattled. He knew it as well since he stood and stopped me,
whispering softly to me "Let me help you". I knew it wasn't an act of mercy
though, but an act of love, or as close as you could get to it. 
I'm standing here in my sleazy hotel bathroom now, having just finished
showering away the last vestiges of Fox Mulder. Naked, I'm remembering what it
was like making love to Mulder by the light of the fish tank. I stare at
myself in the steamy mirror while waiting for the phone to ring. When it
does, I know it will be the refined man, letting me know what our next course
of action is. I know things will be dicey from here on out, but if I die in the pursuit of saving the human race, at least I know I can now die a happy man. Even though Fox Mulder and I were only together physically for less than half an hour, I believe emotionally, we will be together always. And when the invasion finally strikes the planet, I plan on standing behind Mulder, watching his back for him. My days of betraying him are over. |
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