This story takes place at the end of "The Devil Makes Work" and contains one of the missing sex scenes! :)
Thanks to Orithain for very speedy beta.
Disclaimer: I'm suffering from unrequited love. They don't belong to me. I have put my name down on the list.
Just For One Day
They'd found him some clothes, and Mulder had driven him home. Mulder had wanted to take him to the hospital, but he'd flatly refused to go, saying that he was fine. All he wanted to do was forget about the humiliation of his experience.
Despite the fascination everyone seemed to find in the resemblance between himself and Victor, he couldn't seem to summon up any energy or enthusiasm for an extended meeting with Vic. He just wanted to go home with Mulder and hold him.
The Canadians said goodbye and arranged to meet up with them the following evening for a farewell dinner. Mulder watched as Mac and Vic departed, walking very close together. Knowing that the two of them had just discovered their feelings for each other, he felt a certain amount of excitement on their behalf, thinking of the evening ahead of them as they discovered each other for the first time.
Scully, LiAnn and the Director had waved and then piled into Scully's car, taking off after only brief good-byes. Now he and Alex were alone at last and on their way back to Mulder's apartment. Alex sat quietly in the passenger's seat, and Mulder was worried about him. He appeared to be in shock, and his color was very pale. Mulder put out a hand and caressed the back of his lover's neck. As he did so he felt Alex flinch and mentally cursed the evil man who had caused this to happen. He pulled smoothly into his parking spot and climbed out of the car. Alex didn't move, and after a few minutes Mulder sighed and moved round to open his door.
"Come on, love, we're home." The other man sat there, staring blankly into space. "Alex, come on. Let's go in." He bent and took Alex's hand, and Alex allowed himself to be pulled from the car. Together, they went into the building and headed for apartment 42.
Once inside, Alex appeared to relax a little bit, and after coats and shoes had been put away, Mulder had turned to Alex, opening his arms as the other man moved hesitantly into his embrace. They stood for long moments, Mulder stroking the length of his lover's back as Alex rested his head on Mulder's shoulder.
"Love, I was so worried about you. I thought I'd lost you." Mulder's voice was gruff as he choked back the emotion that was threatening to overwhelm him. He could feel Alex trembling in his arms as the other man clung to him. He stood, arms folded around his man as he offered him whatever comfort he could.
Alex stayed in the circle of Mulder's arms, clutching him tightly, head pressed against his shoulder. He was rigid, and Mulder could sense his distress. He made soothing noises and laid his mouth against the fine hairs on the back of his lover's neck, gently nibbling the skin there as he did so. Slowly, he felt Alex relax a little, and as Mulder rocked him gently from side to side, Alex finally gave a sigh and raised his head to place his lips onto Mulder's. There were a few seconds when Mulder wondered whether he should kiss him back or hold off. While he did so Alex uttered a choking sob and opened his mouth, kissing Mulder with intensity that bordered on the desperate.
The feel of Alex pressing up against him as their hands clutched wildly and their tongues dueled together made Mulder groan. Alex seemed to go from passive to desperate in the blink of an eye. As he strained against Mulder, it appeared as though Alex had never felt quite so afraid. Mulder could see that he felt violated, abused. He seemed to have (at least temporarily) lost the confidence that had always been his trademark and was suddenly feeling extremely vulnerable.
"I've missed you so much. I thought I was going to die without ever seeing you again." The whisper was breathy, husky and immediate. Mulder felt an answering jolt pass through the center of him as his body responded to his lover's need.
"Come on, Alex, let's get you cleaned up." Mulder reluctantly peeled his clinging lover from him and took his hand, leading him into the bathroom where he turned to face Alex. Gently peeling off the other man's clothes, he turned on the shower and pushed him under the warm spray, then began to shed his own garments in order to follow him in.
Alex stood under the torrent of water, face turned upwards, allowing it to beat on his skin as he relaxed slowly. When Mulder stepped in behind him, he leaned back onto him, wriggling lasciviously as their bodies touched. Mulder put his arms around Alex, employing a soapy sponge on him as he did so, and letting his head droop until he could apply his lips to Alex's throat. Alex sighed and lay back against Mulder, allowing him free rein over his body.
The days of incarceration had left Alex with a heavy growth of beard and it felt scratchy on Mulder's cheek as he nuzzled Alex's neck. He ran his soapy hands busily over Alex, washing away the sweat and grime of his incarceration. Alex, silent up until now, suddenly turned towards him and grabbed hold of him, uttering a sentence in Russian as he did so, and then kissing him as if his life depended on it.
The water ran down their faces and bodies, adding its own caress to tease their nerve endings. Alex's hand cupped the back of his lover's head, pressing him into the kiss as Alex's tongue sought out the sensitive interior of the mouth he was exploring. Their bodies slid over each other, slick with the feel of soap. Mulder slid his hands slowly down to cup Alex's ass, pulling him in close so that their rapidly hardening erections were pressed one against the other. He gave a happy sigh as they contested with each other, laughing softly into Alex's mouth as the other man moaned and writhed, attempting to get closer.
Finally, turning off the water, Mulder groped for towels, wrapping one around Alex and drying him off tenderly. He knelt, kissing and licking around the inside of Alex's thighs. His groin seemed strangely childlike where the hair had been shaved away, but there was nothing childish in the way Alex offered his penis to Mulder's mouth.
Mulder extended his tongue to flick it around the head of the cock in front of him. He could taste the sweetness of Alex's skin overlaid with the salt bite of the droplets of fluid that were oozing from the tiny slit. He gripped it in one hand, his other passing behind Alex to sink into his ass cheeks, pulling him forward towards his teasing mouth.
Circling it with his lips, he swirled his tongue over the head of it, paying loving attention to the sensitive ridge that ran around it, and chuckling again at the sound of Alex's gasps. As Alex began to buck and thrust in an attempt to press right into his lover's mouth, Mulder pulled off, holding his lips just out of reach, teasing and probing the sensitive end with his tongue until Alex cried out and gripped his hair. Mulder laughed out loud at Alex's yell of anguish and leaned forward briefly to suck hard on his cock before letting go of it once more and rising to his feet.
"You haven't finished yet, you know! You need to shave. I'll get whisker burns if you stay like that!" Alex sighed again, and turning to the sink, began the process of scraping the whiskers from his chin. He finally finished, rinsing his face in cold water and smoothing on a little lotion. Mulder, who had remained behind him watching the process, stepped forward and slipped his arms around him once again, tongue working on the back of his neck, as his busy fingers sought out his nipples, playfully rolling and tweaking them.
Alex let his head fall back onto Mulder's shoulder once again as he luxuriated in the sweet sensations he was experiencing. He reached behind him for Mulder's cock. It stood straight and tall, and Alex took hold of it, squeezing as he worked his hand up and down over the velvet skin that covered the hard shaft beneath. Mulder groaned and moved his mouth over to attack the sensitive curls and convolutions of Alex's ear, running the tip of his tongue around inside until Alex shivered.
Together they left the bathroom and headed for their bedroom, pausing once in the doorway when Alex pulled Mulder in to his embrace, kissing each other breathless as they came together. Arriving in the bedroom, Mulder laid Alex out on the bed and stood back to take inventory of his lover. Alex, who had been very silent until now, finally decided to speak.
"They were going to castrate me. They said they would do the same to you. You have to be careful, Fox! Don't let them get to you. I couldn't bear it if they hurt you." Alex's voice was tense, and his face reflected his anger and distress.
Mulder, who had heard him out in silence, climbed onto the bed beside him and took him in his arms, rocking him gently and trying as best he could to sooth his distressed lover. Gradually, he felt Alex relax as tension began to drain away. He slowly rolled to cover Alex, feeling their two erections hard against each other, and as they ground their hips together. Mulder gazed down at his lover, thinking that he was still a little passive and wondering how to help him recover his confidence.
Alex was lying, eyes closed and chest heaving as he felt himself rushing towards orgasm. Already, Mulder, looking at him, could feel the sharp stabs of pleasure radiating from his cock, through his balls and into the pit of his stomach. It wouldn't take long. Mulder shuddered as he contemplated nameless tortures inflicted on the man he loved. Determined to make the most of the time they had left before the horror he was sure would come, he slid his hand around Alex's neck to pull his mouth down, and gently at first, then with increasing passion, they kissed.
He could feel Alex's lips pressing against his, and his tongue thrust in to run over the sensitive ridge behind his teeth, finding Alex's's tongue and sucking on it. He moaned. As they finally pulled back from their kiss, he knew that he could not wait any longer.
"Fox, fuck me, please. I need to feel you inside me right now. I need you, Fox." Alex spoke in a whisper, but Mulder responded instantly, groping for lubricant and applying it to his fingers, while Alex licked along his neck from collarbone to chin, nipping the loose flesh with sharp, white teeth and leaving small contusions in his wake.
Moving down between Alex's legs, Mulder began to touch the crevice between his ass cheeks, stroking with sticky, slippery fingers as he felt for the small puckered site that would open for him. He ducked his head and licked around Alex's balls, feeling the unusual sensation of the perfectly smooth, hairless sacs in his mouth. He played there for a moment, relishing Alex's moans as he sucked them gently into his mouth and swept his tongue over them, feeling them tighten under his ministrations. He moved down to explore Alex's perineum, listening to his lover's gasping breaths. He laughed as Alex desperately clawed at him, trying to get what he craved most, and then moved further down, parting his cheeks to reveal the opening between, stiffening his tongue and pushing it home. Alex whimpered and jerked as Mulder tongue-fucked him.
Trading tongue for fingers, Mulder slowly inserted his slippery digit into Alex's tight ass, twisting and sliding it in and out, knowing when he finally touched Alex's prostate because he cried out "Oh, God, Fox!" and thrashed his head from side to side wildly.
Mulder could see that Alex was very close indeed to the edge, and he was getting there himself. The sight of his lover helpless with desire as he did all the things he could think of was making his belly go into meltdown. Pulling himself up to his knees, he lifted Alex's legs to lay them over his shoulders, and slicking up his cock, he placed it at Alex's opening, sliding the head in past the tight sphincter muscle until he was buried in the hot, liquid silk of his tight channel.
Alex was arched backwards, teeth sunk into his lip as he stared blindly up at his lover. The sight of him made Mulder's head swim, and he paused, eyes shut as he attempted to hold off the threads of ecstasy that were spilling into his abdomen. Mulder began to move slowly, feeling the pulse and throb of Alex's excitement echoed in his own sensations. Rapidly he found himself pounding away, restraint forgotten as he drove into the man he loved.
Alex was whimpering now, incoherent cries urging him onward as they sliced though his senses like razor blades, leaving the keen edge of absolute pleasure behind. He grabbed Alex's cock, and jerked it as he thrust, sensations building inside until he wanted to scream. He looked at Alex lying spread beneath him, and each cry, each gasp and moan from his lover brought him closer to the edge. He could feel his orgasm begin to bite down, and his movements became more spastic and jerky by the second.
Alex, who had closed his eyes as he sank into the eroticism of the moment, suddenly gave a great cry, and Mulder could feel his flesh tighten and pulse as he came, spurting the evidence of his orgasm up against Mulder's belly as he convulsed once, twice, three times. His semen shot as he lay, bathed in sweat, exhausted, but unable to look away from Mulder as he finally emptied himself deep inside his lover's flesh. Mulder fell forward helplessly and lay, head pillowed on Alex's chest, too weak to move.
After a short time punctuated only by gasping and groaning, Mulder summoned up the energy to separate himself from Alex, and rolled to take him in his arms.
"Fox, thank you for coming to my rescue. I never thought I'd see you again. You're my hero." He gave a small grin. "You're my knight in shining Armani."
Mulder raised his head to look reproachfully at Alex but soon dropped his head back down to Alex's shoulder once more, letting the absolute relaxation of afterglow take him.
"Who is your all-time hero?" He tilted his head to look up at Alex, hazel meeting intense green as they gazed at each other. Alex's eye contact was intense; he appeared to be drinking in the sight of his lover, memorizing every nuance and every slight change and flicker of expression. Mulder rolled his head in to run his tongue over Alex's neck. There was a pause, and Mulder thought Alex was not going to answer, but as Mulder was just beginning to drift off into a warm place somewhere between waking and sleeping, he heard Alex speak.
"Fox, did you ever watch the Roadrunner? You know, the cartoon?" Mulder nodded, then raised his head again to look at Alex, amused, and unsure where this apparent non sequitur was leading.
"Sure I did! Still do when I get the chance. I don't know anyone who wouldn't laugh at him. Why?" Mulder rolled over to lie on his belly, propping himself up on his elbows and cupping his chin in his hand. His other hand moved to touch Alex's lips, stroking gently as the other man thought.
"Well, when I think about all the stuff that's happened to me, I think there's only one thing I can possibly choose as my hero." Alex had a dreamy smile on his face as Fox's nimble fingers wandered over his face.
"You mean the Roadrunner?" Fox's brow was furrowed as he attempted to work out how the cocky bird could have heroic tendencies, even for someone as unusual as Alex.
"No, not the Roadrunner, that Coyote guy that stalks him all the time. He's almost exactly like me. Watch him! He tries and tries to catch that damned bird, and he sometimes comes close, but he never actually manages it. He gets beat up, hit with huge objects, dropped off cliffs and exploded, but he never gives up. He just takes his lickin' and keeps on tickin'! Just like the ads! I really identify with that poor animal." Alex was smiling, and the sight of him made Mulder feel very protective.
"Alex Krycek, alias Wile E. Coyote! Yeah, I can see the resemblance!" Mulder dropped to cover Alex's mouth with his, and for a moment they shared a tender kiss, with only moist sounds and faint rustling to break the silence in the room. Finally, with a sigh they drew apart.
"How about you, Fox? Who do you look up to?" Alex was beginning to recover from his post coital slump of exhaustion now and shifted to cradle the other man so that his head rested on Alex's shoulder.
"I've never really thought about it before, Baby. Hmmm. Let me see. When I was a kid, it was always Han Solo. He was tough, rough, cute and a winner. Now, I have to say that I no longer want to marry Princess Leia. Han's a pretty cool guy though!" Alex giggled as he pictured Mulder, fending off stormtroopers with Leia at his back.
"You'd lose your gun! The hairstyle would suit you though!" Mulder made an exasperated sound.
"Here I am, baring my soul to you, and all you can do is mock me. Well, I've got news for you, Mr. Coyote, you're in for some serious pain any minute." He turned in the embrace of his drowsy partner and began to tickle him, persisting until Alex was writhing and screaming in his attempts to dislodge the insistent Mulder.
Finally, Mulder relaxed, allowing Alex to break free from his grip and then snuggled back into him, pulling his arm around him and nuzzling his lips across Alex's chest.
"You know, I think I have a new hero. You know I kinda like Jesse 'The Body' Ventura. He's a clever guy, and he doesn't need a gun! He cuts through the government bullshit in a most satisfactory way." As Mulder finished this careful speech, Alex quirked an amused eyebrow at him.
"So are you gonna body slam me now?" He seemed fairly content to accept his fate as Mulder moved to cover him.
"I'll save that for later, baby; what I have in mind is a new variation on a body press and pin." There was no further talking as the two lovers moved together to try for one fall, one submission or a knock out to decide the winner."
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