Reaching into his jacket to produce the keys to his apartment even took
more effort then he was willing to produce at the moment. He did however
manage to pull it off. Mulder walked into his darkened apartment, shutting
the door softly behind him.
It was only then that he noticed a faint glowing from the direction of
his bedroom. Sighing audibly, Mulder shuffled towards his bedroom door,
which was opened just enough to allow some of the light to escape through.
Mulder pushed the door opened and gasped at the sight that awaited him.
Hundreds of candles of every shape and size littered the room. Resting on
the bed side table, the dresser, the floor... everywhere. Breathing deep,
Mulder found that the candles released a sweet beeswax essence, that seemed
to ease some of the tension from his weary body. With the candles were rose
petals... thousands of them scattered over the bed. Which, Mulder noticed,
had been made up with black sheets. Fox moved closer to the bed and let his
fingers drift over the sheets... silk. The solid blackness of the sheets,
and the deep blood red of the rose petals were a stunning contrast.
Not half as stunning, however, as the man who stood naked in the one
darkened corner of the room. His face was hidden in the mass of shadows,
but his body was outlined with the warm light of the candles. Shoulders
that held the weight of the world, yet only seemed to grow stronger in there
resolve under each attack. Powerful arms, crossed over a broad hairless
chest that stretched downward, narrowing into sharp hipbones, then extending
into long sturdy legs. The candle light painted the muscles in the chest
and stomach, brushing each span of flesh with golden hues. A patch of dark
hair, that shimmered with red highlights, cradled the long, heavy erection
that the man of shadows was sporting.
Mulder thought fleetingly that he should go for his gun... or that he should
fear the man who stood so brazenly exposed a few feet away from him. Both
seemed to require too much movement, so instead Fox decided to do nothing,
and see how this all played out. The 'shadow man,' as Mulder had come to
think of him, uncrossed his arms, and reached a hand out to Mulder.
Silently requesting permission to continue, without interruption... without
conflict. Fox looked at the extended hand, with its long elegant fingers,
and empty palm. Fox reached his own hand forward, and slid it into 'shadow
man's.' Entwining their fingers, and feeling the strong, almost desperate
grip that greeted him.
Still griping his hand, Mulder was spun around. 'Shadow man' then released
his grip on Mulder, remaining behind him, and therefore, out of sight.
'Shadow man' eased Mulder's jacket off of his shoulders, allowing the fabric
to puddle on the floor. He then reached around Mulder's chest, and started
undoing the tie. Each brush of fingertips on skin sent a wave of excitement
through Mulder, causing him to unconsciously arch into the caress.
"I am going to tell you a story," The smooth baritone startled Mulder
slightly, his involuntary sharp intake of breath ignored by the man behind
him. "All you have to do, is relax and listen to it," the tie fell to the
floor and 'shadow man' moved onto the buttons of Mulder's shirt. "No
thinking, no questions, no comments," clever fingers released each plastic
disk from their cloth prison. Nails scratching over each bit of exposed
skin caused Mulder to shiver, "Just feel the words." The cotton dress
shirt fell off of his shoulders, exposing his chest to the cool air of the
room. Hands moved to his belt and quickly slipped it from around the agent's waist,
the dull thud of the buckle hitting the floor seemed unnaturally
loud. Soon the dress pants were pushed down his legs, followed with the
removal of his boxers, shoes and socks. Leaving him as naked and aroused as
the man behind him. "Just one more rule," 'shadow man' whispered, his arms
coming up to circle around Mulder's bare chest, fingers knotting through
sparse chest hair, "you don't look at me. all right?"
"All right." Mulder's voice sounded horse and strained to his own ears.
He shuddered as warm silken lips pressed into this shoulder, moaned and he
was pulled back against the hard wall of a chest for a brief, but strong
hug. Fox shifted his hips and felt 'shadow man's' cock brush against the
cleft of his ass, delighting in the smile he felt against the skin of his
shoulder.
"Go lie down on your stomach." The soft command caused Mulder to
practically purr with excitement. Fox walked to the bed, and knelt on the
slippery black sheets, he contemplated rather or not to brush the roses
aside. Shrugging mentally, Mulder smiled and laid down on his stomach,
finding that he enjoyed the soft velvet like quality of the petals. He laid
his head against the plush pillows and closed his eyes. Soon he felt the
weight of 'shadow man' as he knelt over him on the edge of the bed. Mulder
jumped slightly when he felt cool liquid being drizzled over his back, but
relaxed once again when hands started rubbing the liquid into his tense
muscles using long deep strokes. Mulder was just starting to relax into a
calm dream like state when the soft baritone floated into him once again.
"Once, long ago in the time of Kings, Queens, Knights and Gods, there
lived a young handsome Prince, who was beloved by his people, and worshipped
by his court. This young Prince had shining hazel eyes and honey brown hair
that shimmered like fresh wheat in the sun.
He was constantly sought after by the maidens, and even some of the young
men of the land, however the young Prince remained horribly, terribly alone.
No one could reach the young Prince's heart, no one could make him burn with
passion, no one could make him feel loved. Yet, the Prince accepted his
solitary life, accepted his loneliness, and did not feel the need to search
for a companion. He wished to be alone forever. However, young Princes do not always get their wishes, for he had
attracted the attention of a God named Amante. Amante had watched the young
Prince for most of his life, finding that with each passing year he became
more enamored with him. It hurt Amante to see the Prince so alone, it
delighted him when he saw the young Prince smile, it enraged him when he saw
the Prince hurt.
Amante felt a deep connection with the young Prince, something that went
beyond lust, beyond love. One day Amante discovered that he could no longer
survive without the young Prince. He desperately wanted to go to the young
Prince, to take him into his arms and to shower him in his love. But that
was easier said then done, for Gods were all beautiful creatures, Amante
included. With his deep jade eyes, sable hair, and pale skin he could
easily capture the heart of any mortal who happened to see him.
However Amante did not want the Prince desire with his appearance, he
wanted the young man to want _him._ He wanted the Prince to fall in love
with _him_, not lust for his body. Therefore, Amante decided to test the
young Prince... if the Prince passed the test, then Amante would become
his, body soul and mind for ever.
The kingdom was asleep, silent and innocent under the large star sparkled
sky. The young Prince however, twisted in his bed, haunted with nightmares
that would terrorize the very bravest of men.
It was then that Amante decided to make his appearance. Silently, with a
god's keenness, he slipped into the Prince's bed chamber, his heart wrenching
in his chest when he saw the distressed young Prince. Amante slid into the
bed behind the Prince and snaked his arms around the failing man, holding
his still and calming him with his touch. Soon the Prince awoke, laying
limply in the god's arms, enjoying this intimacy for the briefest of moments.
Being held by Amante was something that the young Prince had never felt
before. The support, love and caring that flowed into the young Prince
startled and warmed the Prince's lonely heart.
The Prince attempted to spin around in Amante's embrace so that he might
see who had saved him from his horrible nightmare, however his attempts were
stopped by Amante. The inability to see who held him frightened the young
Prince, and he began to struggle.
"Shhh. My precious Prince, do not fight me. I am here to help you, I am
here to love you. Please don't be frightened." Amante brushed his long
fingers through the Prince's soft hair. "I only want to love you my young
Prince... take the loneliness away."
"Why won't you allow me to see you?"
Amante sighed, "I do not want you to look at me....not yet. Can you allow
me that one condition? Can you get to know _me_ before you see me?" Amante
ran his fingertips down the Prince's chest, prizing the strength in the
muscles. Feeling overwhelming joy in the fact that he was here with his
love. That he could touch, taste and listen to him, enjoy his young Prince
to the fullest.
"Yes...I believe I can," the Prince whispered into the darkness, amazed by
the gentleness of the unknown man's touch.
"Promise me my young Prince. Promise me you will not attempt to look at
me, no matter what until I say you can." Amante ran his hands over the
Prince's hip bones, falling in love with the smooth skin and sharp bone
under his fingers. "Promise me, and I will stay with you every night. I
will chase your nightmares away and never leave you, you will never be alone
again."
The young Prince took a deep breath and then burrowed deeper into Amante's
arms, finding comfort for the first time in a long time.
"I promise."
Amante kept his word and came to the young Prince ever night. Each time he
would come the young Prince and he would talk for hours, hold onto each
other and enjoy each others presence. But not once did Amante allow the
young Prince to see him.
The nights passed, and slowly the young Prince started to feel safer and
calmer in Amante's embrace. He discovered that he hungered for the
mysterious man with every fiber of his being, wanting to be with this man
for the rest of his life. Needing to be with him for eternity. The Prince
found that the mysterious man completed him, he filled the emptiness that
had always haunted the Prince's heart. He made him whole.
One particular night, Amante and the young Prince were laying in each
others arms, and the Prince decided to tell Amante what he had come to
realize. The Prince turned to his faceless shadowed lover and spoke softly,
"I love you, my mysterious savior. I want you... I need you. Forever."
Overjoyed, Amante allowed his hands to wander over the Prince's body,
caressing every inch of skin, tasting anything his mouth could reach.
Pulling the young Prince's body into his own, and causing him to whimper in
pleasure. Safe in the darkness, assured that he could not be clearly seen,
Amante turned the Prince onto his back and showered his face with small
kisses. "I love you too my Prince, my heart. Let me show you how much..."
Amante whispered hotly, mouth attaching to the young Prince's chest.
Tasting the golden skin that he had been obsessed with since he could
remember, feeling the pliant flesh mold under his teeth, inhaling the
richness of his Prince as he writhed in pleasure beneath him. Sobbing out
words of devotion and love as Amante continued to drive the young Prince out
of his mind. Tasting, biting, licking, sucking, feeling,
touching... everywhere.
Amante slithered down the Prince's sinuous body stopping only when he
reached the Prince's heavy erection. Amante blew cool air over the heated
flesh, traced soft circles around it's base with the very tips of his
fingers, tongued the small slit that wept pearl like droplets. Finding
himself hopelessly addicted to the taste, Amante swallowed his lover whole,
causing a strangled cry to tear from the Prince's throat. Amante swirled
his tongue around the Prince's shaft, swallowing to massage the sensitive
head. The Prince arched off the bed, screaming his pleasure as he came,
shooting bitter liquid down the god's throat.
Amante smiled around the now softening flesh, lapping at it and cleaning
the Prince. Moving up the exhausted body, Amante clamed the Prince's mouth,
allowing his taste to be shared and running his tongue over the passion
swollen lips.
Amante pulled his half conscious lover into his arms, content just to hold
him close and fell into a deep peaceful sleep. Tomorrow night, Amante
decided, he would revel himself to his love, feeling safe in the fact that
he could trust the Prince.
Later that night the Prince awoke to find himself wrapped in the tight hold
of his lovers arms. The young Prince had never felt such joy before, he was
amazed by the depth of feeling that the mysterious man was able to invoke in
him.
Yet one thought plagued the young Prince's mind. He had not yet seen his
lover and the curiosity was maddening. Deciding that taking a quick look
without the man's knowledge would not _really_ be breaking his promise, the
young Prince reached over to the small table beside his bed and lit a
candle. Bringing the strong flame over to his lover, the Prince was greeted
with the most amazing beauty he had ever seen. So surprised was the Prince
that he gasped audibly, causing Amante to awaken.
Amante opened his jade eyes but instead of the love that the Prince had
expected to be there, he saw only heart breaking pain and betrayal. The
smile fell from the Prince's face and Amante pulled violently out of his
arms, tears showing in his forest green gaze.
"How could you? How could you break your promise to me? My sweet
Prince... I thought you were different...you lied to me." Amante whispered,
pulling back into the shadows, tears streaming freely down his face now.
"No, my love... I... I didn't mean to..." The Prince searched desperately
for the words to ease Amante's pain.
Amante turned and disappeared into the night, his sorrowful voice and
desperately broken green gaze still haunting the Princes mind, never to
return again. For the damage was done, the trust broken... the god's heart
shattered."
"Wait! It can't end like that," Mulder gasped, heart still aching for the
poor Prince and his betrayed lover.
The hands that were still massaging Mulder's back slowed, "But it does.
Not every tale ends happily."
Mulder let the silence fill the room for a few minutes, enjoying the
relaxed state he was now in. "Amante means lover in Spanish you know."
Smooth laugh, "So it does." The massaging stopped, and Mulder felt the
'shadowed man' slide into the bed next to him, placing an arm around Fox's
waist. Silence again, the soft flickering candle light creating strange yet
soothing designs on the walls and ceiling.
"So. I've been good... I followed your rules. Can I see you?"
Silence. Then, very softly, "Yes."
Mulder turned over, facing his 'shadowed man' face to face, watching as the
candle light flickered off of the insanely green eyes, and dark raven hair
of none other than Alex Krycek. Fox smiled softly and brought his lips down
to Alex's. He pulled his lover of three years into his embrace and buried
his face into his neck. "Thank you for the story love." He whispered,
tongue snaking out of his mouth to trace Alex's jaw.
Alex smiled and held his lover tighter, "Your very welcome baby."
"Hummm... if you ask me, I think our story turned out happily," Mulder
murmured, already half asleep.
"Yes. I believe you're right." Alex smiled, leaning down and pressing his
mouth to Fox's.
Night's Caress
by Amanda
Exhaustion. Bone deep, muscle melting, mind numbing exhaustion. It seemed
to be the only thing Fox Mulder knew, the only thing that existed. He had
been on what Scull would colorfully refer to as a 'wild unethical goose
chase,' which had yield absolutely nothing that he didn't already know.
After four days of being chased, shot at, yelled at, attacked, berated,
beaten, and lied to, all Mulder wanted to do was fall into his couch and
sleep for the next month.
