Title: Anniversary
By Nicole S. & Orithain
09/2000
Rating: NC-17 for m/m sex

Archive: Sure, just tell me where if it's the first time.
Series: Interrogation Epilogue
Status: New, complete
Email: orithain@aol.com, nicxf@softhome.net
Webpages: http://www.slashcity.net/~denofsin/ , 
http://thesleepydragon.com/nesting/orithain.html ,
https://www.squidge.org/~terma/ 

Disclaimer: The X-Files, Mulder, Krycek et al. belong to CC, Fox 
and 1013. For some reason they won't sell them to us, even though 
we offered all the Monopoly money we have.

Note: For Aries who kept demanding more of the boys, and to prove 
that we're still alive. :)

Story Summary: Mulder and Krycek celebrate an anniversary.

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Anniversary
Interrogation Epilogue
By Nicole S. & Orithain
September 2000
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It was still very warm outside when Mulder shut up his bookshop 
for the evening.  He locked his door, turned around and squinted 
into the sunlight, watching everyone else who worked in the 
square pack up for the evening.  He gathered his briefcase and 
slung his jacket over his shoulder then started to walk home.

He waved to the woman on the corner who sold flowers, breathing 
in the sweet scent of her offerings.  He wondered if he should 
buy some for the dinner table but decided they would probably 
wilt before he got home.  He nodded to the other merchants and 
regulars he passed on the way home before coming to the other 
side of the square, where he turned down a street that would lead 
him straight to his door.

The walk took an hour from his shop to his home with Alex.  He 
could have a car of his own and drive, but he enjoyed the fresh 
air and exercise.  Plus, if he walked, Alex would be coming 
through the door at almost the same time, and that saved him from 
missing his lover.

The still hot February sun burned into Mulder's back, making 
sweat run in rivulets down to the waistband of his trousers.  He 
shifted his briefcase to his other hand and draped his jacket 
over his arm.  Wiping his brow, he continued on his way.  It was 
strange that it was so damn hot for February.  To Mulder, having 
been raised in the Northern Hemisphere, February meant snowballs, 
sledding, ice skating, and rosy cheeks nipped by the cold, not 
hot weather and picnics on the beach.  Sometimes, as now, he 
couldn't believe he was actually in Buenos Aires; it was such a 
bizarre tale.

A mere 18 months ago, there had been a world war raging.  Mulder 
had flown bombers for the American Air Force; he had been engaged 
to be married.  Then he had been shot down over enemy territory 
and gotten captured, and that had led to a series of events that 
found him here in Buenos Aires, owning a bookstore, and having a 
lover who used to be his captor...

Mulder shook his head and gave a short laugh out loud.  The 
absurdity of it all was too much to bear sometimes.  It was 
amazing how things had changed in his life, but when he looked 
back on it, most of it was for the better, especially Alex.

Alex, his partner in life and love.  Again, it was absurd how it 
all came to be.  By all reasons of sanity, he should hate Alex; 
he should have killed Alex, not fallen in love with him; it was a 
one in a million chance.  But that one in a million chance 
happened, and it was working.

Once in a while, Mulder would wake in the middle of the night and 
look at Alex and ask God how he had gotten here.  But then he'd 
think that didn't really matter.

Sure, they had their ups and downs, and they still argued.  
Fortunately, their arguments hadn't come to blows in almost a 
year.  Mulder shuddered at the thought of their last horrible 
fight, where he had beaten Alex, wanting to kill him.  But that 
was so long ago, and now they were on their way to being truly 
happy.

They were in this together and would be forever.

Mulder arrived home, his thoughts having kept him company as he 
walked.  He was amazed at how short that hour seemed when he 
thought of Alex.

He hoped he had enough time for a shower before supper as he 
turned the doorknob and walked inside.  The house was cool due to 
the heavy shades on the windows, keeping out the burning sun, a 
welcome reprieve from the heat.  He put his briefcase and jacket 
on the bench in the foyer and went into the kitchen to find 
Elena.  She wasn't there, and there wasn't anything cooking on 
the stove.  She was always here when he got home from work.  
Mulder frowned and wondered what the matter was; he hoped she 
wasn't sick.

He went into the dining room and found the table set with food, 
but no places set.  The food there was all cold, ready to be 
eaten with fingers, having been cooked the day before.

Next, he wandered into the living room, where he found a vision 
in sage green.  Alex was sitting in one of the wing-backed 
chairs, having a drink and reading a book.  He looked genuinely 
surprised when Mulder came in.

"You're home!  I'm sorry, I didn't hear you arrive."  Alex set 
his book down and placed his drink on the table before standing.

"I just came home.  Where's Elena?"

Alex kissed Mulder on the mouth then pulled away and smiled.  
"She's gone home early."

Mulder frowned, "Is she ill?"

"Not at all."  Alex smiled and swept back the lock of hair that 
had fallen onto his lover's forehead.  "I gave her the night 
off."

"That was nice of you."

"Fox, do you realize that we have been in Argentina a year?"

"I was just thinking that, actually."

Alex kissed him again, this time gently, his lips lingering 
before he pulled away.  "That makes this our anniversary," he 
said softly, his lips brushing the other pair as he spoke.

Mulder smirked; he could tell where this was going and loved 
every second of it.  "You're right, it does."

Alex still remained close to Mulder.  "I thought that tonight 
could be a special night.  A night where we could celebrate."

"I'd like that very much," Mulder said, his pulse beginning to 
quicken at the sensuality of Alex's voice.  He had this way of 
lowering his voice to almost a whisper that drove Mulder mad with 
desire.

Alex kissed him passionately, but Mulder backed away quickly.  
"I'm a mess; I need to have a shower."

Alex still held on to him and looked up into his lover's eyes, 
his own sparkling with lust. "I like it when you're a mess."

Mulder laughed softly.  "Trust me, you'll like me better clean."

"I doubt that very much."  Alex held Mulder at arms length, raked 
his eyes over his lover's body before licking his lips slowly.  
"But if you're so insistent, then go have your shower, and when 
you are all clean, we'll pick up where we left off."

Mulder wanted to throw Alex down on the rug in the living room 
and make love to him then and there, but he felt dirty and dusty 
and sweaty, and he would enjoy himself more if he and Alex could 
get sweaty together later.

"I'll be quick."  He let his hands slide from Alex's, holding his 
gaze before turning and going upstairs to the bathroom.

Quickly, Mulder stripped off his soiled garments and stepped into 
the shower, having the water as cold as he could stand it.  
Methodically, he washed himself, delicately cleaning his cock and 
balls, which ached to be stroked and caressed, but he wanted to 
save it all for Alex.

Soon, he was clean and hurried to dry himself off and get 
dressed.  He decided on a medium blue shirt and dark blue pair of 
trousers, as Alex liked him in blue. He combed his hair quickly 
then went back downstairs.

When Mulder got back to the living room, the large doors to the 
patio were open, letting in the breeze from the south.  The radio 
was on, and a slow, bluesy number was playing.  Mulder stood 
there for a second, drinking his lover in.  The lights were 
turned down low, making Alex's tanned skin look darker than it 
was against the pale sage-green of his suit.

Suddenly, Alex turned around and found Mulder looking at him.  
They held their gaze, appreciating each other's good looks before 
Alex held his hand out to him.

Mulder moved over to Alex, and they settled down on the couch, 
Alex in Mulder's arms.  Mulder sighed contentedly; this was 
absolutely perfect.  He moved his arms over Alex, caressing him 
through his clothes.  Alex snuggled into his embrace, practically 
purring under Mulder's petting.

They sat like that for a long time, the sultry music on the radio 
giving way to more melodic, yet sensual tunes.

Alex brought his head from Mulder's shoulder and kissed him once.  
"Dance with me, Fox."

Mulder looked surprised.  "Dance with you?"

"Yes," Alex said, smirking at Mulder's confusion.  "It's quite 
common for two people to move to music together, arms around each 
other."

"Smart ass," Mulder said as he rolled his eyes.  "I'm just 
surprised you asked.  We haven't danced before."

"There's a first time for everything."  Alex stood.

Mulder stood before his lover but didn't make the first move, 
instead biting his lower lip.  Alex moved into Mulder's arms and 
placed them around him.  Mulder awkwardly took Alex into his 
embrace.  "Who leads?"

"Fox, my love, you're making this more complicated than it is.  
Just hold me and move to the music."  Alex started swaying his 
hips to the music, encouraging Mulder to do the same.

Mulder followed Alex's action, soon relaxing into his embrace.  
Alex put his head on Mulder's shoulder and kissed his ear gently.  
Mulder ran his hands up and down his lover's back, feeling the 
softness of the silk he wore covering the muscular body 
underneath.  He could feel his cock start to harden as Alex 
continued to kiss his ear and caress his back and down to his 
ass.

"I've always wanted to dance with you," Alex whispered.  "When we 
were at the Buenos Aires Christmas Ball with Dana and Pendrell, I 
watched you and Dana dance and was angry we couldn't do the 
same."

Mulder nodded at the memory.  While most of Buenos Aires knew 
that the attractive man who ran the most successful hotel in the 
city was a homosexual, they weren't ready to accept his 
orientation.  They certainly weren't ready to see two men dancing 
with each other.

They had all danced with Dana that night, until she begged the 
three of them to leave her alone.

"You looked so graceful and handsome on the dance floor."  Alex 
continued.  "I had to turn away from watching you both, as I was 
becoming jealous."

Mulder smirked.  "Jealous of me and Dana?"

"You two were a very fetching couple."

"She did look beautiful in that dress."

"Even Pendrell was jealous."

Mulder snorted, "She finally agreed to marry him, and he knows 
she loves him; why would he be jealous?"

"There's something between you and Dana that when you are 
together, the love and devotion shows between you."

"She's my best friend, and I love her."  Mulder tilted Alex's 
face up to meet his.  "But I love you more, and you are here with 
me."  He kissed him deeply, his hips still swaying to the music.

Alex leaned into the kiss, almost purring, his body molding fully 
to his Fox's. Nothing ever felt as good to him as this, as Fox's 
arms around him and the rest of the universe fading from their 
consciousness. His tongue met Mulder's, slowly stroking his 
lover's mouth then retreating, enticing Mulder to follow. They 
now stood nearly motionless in the middle of the room, bodies 
entwined, luxuriating in their closeness.

"I love you, too," Alex responded when their mouths were forced 
to part to gasp in air. "Love you so much." He leaned back 
slightly, holding Fox at arm's length and staring into his eyes. 
"I know I've never told you, but I'm incredibly grateful that you 
forgave me and were able to love me back." He stroked Mulder's 
cheek. "My beautiful, beautiful Fox."

Mulder smiled gently, leaning forward to rest his forehead 
against Alex's. "How could I not love you? You're beautiful and 
strong and all mine." He nibbled on Alex's ear. "I love falling 
asleep in your arms and waking up to see your face beside mine on 
the pillows. I love going for a walk in the rain and coming home 
to take a long, hot bath together. I love making love with you, 
you deep inside me, making me feel more pleasure than I could 
ever have imagined, or being inside you, knowing that you trust 
me enough to give me that control. I love falling asleep in your 
arms and waking up to find you wrapped around me. I could never 
love anyone else the way I love you."

Alex's arms tightened around Mulder, holding him possessively. 
"Und ich liebe dich, liebchen," he whispered, falling back into 
his native language as he so rarely did. "My beautiful Fox." He 
kissed the older man, his body quickly responding to Mulder's 
soft moans and aroused squirming against him. Much as he wanted 
his beautiful lover, he forced himself to step back, holding 
Mulder away from him. He chuckled at Mulder's aggrieved pout.

"Upstairs, Fox. Once we start, I don't plan to stop till we drop 
from exhaustion, and I'd hate to have Elena walk in on us here 
tomorrow morning. She's been remarkably open-minded about us, but 
I think that might be pushing it, don't you?"

Mulder had to laugh. "Yes, I'd say so. But what about dinner?" He 
glanced wistfully toward the dining room "It's been a long day, 
and I'm hungry." He suddenly grinned wickedly. "Besides, it 
sounds like I'm going to need my strength."

Alex chuckled in turn. "You will indeed. If you promise to behave 
yourself, we'll go have dinner now."

Mulder turned an innocent look on him. "Me? I always behave 
myself. How could you insinuate otherwise?"

Alex snorted, not bothering to make any other response as he went 
into the dining room. He sat down in his usual chair, not 
surprised when Fox chose to settle on his lap rather than taking 
one of the other chairs. His arms automatically wrapped around 
his beautiful lover, holding him close.  "This is going to make 
it rather difficult for me to reach the food," he observed 
blandly, his fingers stroking under Mulder's shirt over his 
belly.

Mulder chuckled huskily. "I guess I'll just have to feed you, 
then." He reached for small wedge of cheddar, offering it to 
Alex.

The other man nibbled at the triangle of cheese, getting ever 
closer to Mulder's fingers, finally sucking them into his mouth 
where he sensuously laved the digits. Only when Mulder moaned did 
he release his fingers, grinning into slightly glazed hazel eyes. 
"I'm really hungry," he whispered.

Mulder stared at him blankly, then blinked, the sense of his 
words filtering into his passion-fogged brain. "Uh," he replied, 
then shook his head slightly. He reached for the platter of 
meatballs, picking one up and offering it to Alex, who again ate 
from his hands. He hand fed his lover that way, taking bits for 
himself as well, until they were both satisfied.

"Had enough?" Alex asked blandly.

When Mulder nodded, more interested in licking the sensitive area 
beneath Alex's jaw than in the remains of their meal, he heaved 
Mulder onto the table, shoving aside a few dishes, then rose to 
stand between his legs.

"Well, *I* have only just begun, my Fox." He eyed Mulder, 
sprawled wantonly on the table, then reached out and unfastened 
his pants, urging Fox to raise his hips to help him remove the 
garment. He understood Mulder's smug smile when he saw that his 
lover wasn't wearing anything beneath the trousers, and his own 
grin spread. 

"Very pretty," he approved, petting the hard flesh standing 
proudly at his lover's groin. "For me?" he chuckled. "I was 
always taught not to leave anything behind, so I'll just have to 
take care of this." He lightly brushed the very tip of his tongue 
along the prominent vein on the underside, then flicked teasingly 
at the sensitive spot below the head, before following that vein 
back down again. He repeated the action while Mulder pleaded with 
him for more, then very gently closed his teeth on the rigid 
muscle, nipping softly. 

Mulder's curses were music to his ears, and he chuckled, 
continuing to bite at Mulder then lave the "injuries" with his 
tongue. Finally, when Mulder clenched his fists in his hair and 
yanked sharply, he flicked his tongue over the dripping head of 
the older man's cock. Tasting Fox's musk, he paused to savor the 
flavor, his tongue returning again and again to rub over the 
blunt tip and to delve inside the tiny slit in search of more.

"My favorite dessert," Alex murmured, each word vibrating against 
Mulder's sensitized flesh. He sucked lightly on the very tip, 
making Mulder moan, then excruciatingly slowly took the shaft 
inside his mouth, one millimeter at a time. His hands weren't 
idle either. One was between Mulder's legs, the tip of his index 
finger just barely pressing inside Fox, knuckles rubbing his 
perineum, and thumb stroking his sac. 

"Alex, please!" Mulder whined, his legs shifting restlessly. He 
bucked back, trying to force Alex's finger deeper inside him, 
then up, wanting to sink farther into his lover's throat. He 
squirmed on the table, barely flinching when a fork jabbed him, 
but Alex frowned and swept the utensils away from that area of 
the table, then soothed the injury with a quick lick.

"What do you want, my Fox?" he whispered huskily in the older 
man's ear, his tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive curves. 

"You, damnit! I want you," Fox wailed, thrashing beneath him. 
"Want you to take me like you used to, own me, make me yours," he 
admitted throatily.

Alex gasped, his cock jumping at Mulder's words, remembering how 
it was to take the other man, to possess him utterly. "If you 
insist," he rasped out, straightening up long enough to remove 
his own clothes, then pausing to stare at the wanton man sprawled 
on the dining room table.

"Lieber Gott, you are beautiful." He remembered that he had 
intended to wait till they were in their bed, so the petroleum 
jelly was upstairs. He cast an eye over the table, seeking 
something he could use, and smiled when he spotted the platter of 
cold lamb and its accompanying dish of mint jelly. That would 
certainly get his Fox's attention.

He pulled it closer, scooping some out with his fingers, then 
sliding them over Mulder's opening, teasing the sensitive area 
before pushing inside. Mulder's eyes widened at the sensation of 
the mint on his inner tissues, and a faint yelp escaped him, but 
in moments he was riding Alex's fingers eagerly. Alex watched him 
through heavy lidded eyes until he couldn't bear it another 
instant, then he smeared some of the jelly over his erection, 
gasping as the menthol touched him, and drove into his lover.

Mulder cried out, his legs wrapping around Alex as he arched up 
eagerly into the German's touch. His heels pressed against Alex's 
buttocks, pulling him deeper, and he writhed on the length of 
Alex's cock, impaled. "Fuck me!" he screamed, driven nearly mad 
by the cool burning inside him, and Alex was quick to obey.

He drove into Fox hard and fast, too eager for the slow, tender 
lovemaking he'd originally intended. That could come later. His 
fist closed around Mulder's cock, pumping it as he hammered into 
him, and Mulder yelled again. Mulder's hands clung to the edge of 
the table, preventing himself from being driven backward as Alex 
thrust into him, and he forced his eyes open to watch Alex 
possess him.

Deep green eyes met hazel for an instant before heavy lashes fell 
and white teeth bit into a lush lower lip as Alex came, thrusting 
one final time as deeply inside Mulder as he could. Seeing the 
pleasure on Alex's face and feeling him stiffen in his climax 
tipped Mulder over the edge as well, and he moaned Alex's name as 
he came, painting his belly and chest with his semen.

After a few moments, Alex forced trembling legs to support him 
and straightened again, pulling out of Mulder. He leaned over to 
lick Mulder clean, smiling faintly at the whimpers as his tongue 
rasped over sensitive flesh, then pulled the other man to his 
feet. 

"Come, liebchen, bath and bed. The night is still young."

Mulder chuckled softly as they walked upstairs, arms twined 
around each other's waist. "Happy anniversary, Alex."

"Happy anniversary, my Fox."

END