"What were you thinking? You can be such a lying, cheating, sneaky rat
bastard sometimes, but you're MY rat bastard. Did you think I wouldn't find
out? You knew I would come home and find you gone. Did you think I wouldn'
t try to find you? Picking up strangers in bars, Alex? Damn it! That's
risky and stupid. What were you thinking?"
"Fox..." Alex tried to placate the older man but Mulder kept right on going.
"Did you forget who you belong to, Alex? Did you think some poor shmuck in
Baltimore could take my place?" Mulder went over to shut the door before
continuing his quiet tirade. No use giving the neighbors even more of a
thrill than they had undoubtedly already gotten.
Alex took advantage of the silence to wail, "But we were on a break!"
"No, Alex." Mulder stalked across the room with feline grace and feral
determination. He didn't blink as Alex started to back away. He just
pursued his errant lover as he explained with exaggerated patience, "I said
we should be more discreet. I never said we should stop seeing each other.
You get no breaks from me, Mr. Super-Secret-Triple-Agent."
Alex continued backing away purposefully toward the bed and spoke in a shaky
voice that sounded like fear but stemmed more from arousal. "Fox...listen.
I can explain. I was lonely and I thought you didn't want me anymore." He
ducked his head and glanced up through long eyelashes in a way that made him
look vulnerable. That look was one of his best weapons and he knew how to
use it, ordinarily, to a devastating effect.
"Mm hmm. Tell me another one, Alex. And stop looking like I'm going to hit
you or something... No, no...not the pout! I swear I am going to hit
you. And you will deserve it!"
Alex bit back a triumphant smile, making his lips tremble in a most
distracting manner. He was hot and horny and he knew he was going to get
some tonight. That it was from his lover instead of a stranger just made
the anticipation even greater. He slid one hand up under the loose edge of
his t-shirt and began stroking his own belly absently.
Mulder's eyes were helplessly drawn to the action and his voice was a bit
hoarse as he said, "Alex. I, um...Alex, I think you need to be taught a
lesson. A lesson about possession. Mine."
"Yours?" Alex asked with a quiver in his voice and a gleam in his eyes. He
was getting really worked up now and felt a bit light-headed as his blood
rushed south.
"Mine." And Mulder reached out to prove it. He wrapped one hand firmly but
gently around Alex's neck and the other around his biceps with much more
force. Fox jerked his lover against his chest and proceeded to kiss him
until his eyes crossed. He pulled back enough to strip off Alex's shirt and
then latched onto his neck, biting and sucking and growling in the back of
his throat.
Alex tilted his head back to provide better access and sighed his
satisfaction. Finally, he was getting what he wanted, hot lusty sex with
his favorite G-man and the possibility of commitment from that very G-man.
When Mulder pushed him down on the bed, Alex shivered, certain that he could
feel each fingerprint burn into the skin of his shoulders—a secret mark of
ownership.
Mulder stripped Alex bare, but removed only his own jacket, tie, and shirt
before diving in to kiss his partner again. He explored Alex's mouth as if
he'd never had it before and never would again. His heart raced and his
pulse pounded in his ears as he claimed every part of his lover's body with
mouth and teeth and tongue.
As Alex's moans grew louder and his body's thrashing grew more frantic,
Mulder knew he better get busy on his own clothes or Alex would be finished
before he fully learned his lesson. Murmuring to Alex to be still, he moved
to the edge of the bed and finished disrobing in seconds then sat for a
moment staring at his lover.
"Who do you belong to, Alex?"
"What? Oh, um... you?"
"Who do you belong to, Alex?"
"You, Fox."
"Who do you belong to, Alex?"
"You, only you! Just do something already!"
Mulder shifted around to straddle Alex's hips, their hot needy members
bumping and sliding as he planted his hands on either side of Alex's
shoulders. Hazel eyes bored into green as Fox said, "You are mine. I'm the
only one who can take you. I'm the only one who can love you-" he ground
their erections together "-like this. Say it!"
Alex moaned and tried not to close his eyes as the expectant pleasure nearly
overwhelmed him. He thrust his hips upward and nearly sobbed, "Yes! You're
the only one, Fox. The only one. Now please fuck me!"
"No, Alex. You still don't get it. I'm going to love you completely and
thoroughly so you know you belong to me."
"Yes, do that. Lube's in the drawer," gasped Alex, tilting his head
slightly toward the nightstand.
"You get it. I'm busy," replied Mulder as he skimmed his body over his
lover's, eliciting more gasps and groans and shudders as Alex reached one
clumsy hand out to fumble for the tube of lubricant. He dipped his head to
Alex's chest to bite and suck, leaving several dark red and purple bruises
to remind Alex of this night's activities well into next week.
Mulder pulled back, grabbed the lube, and began to prepare Alex and himself
while inspecting his beautiful lover. He felt a primal thrill to see his
marks of passion on the pale canvas of that gorgeous body and he quickly
finished getting Alex ready. He smacked the younger man's hip and told him
to turn over.
Alex rolled over and raised his ass in the air, impatient for the rest. As
soon as he felt Fox's cock pushing into his entrance, he thrust his hips
back, impaling himself with a strangled cry. When Fox smacked him again, he
gave up his brief attempt to take control and braced himself for the ride.
And a wild ride it was. Mulder took Alex in a grinding, groaning frenzy—
thrusting fast and pounding hard. Alex reveled in every merciless moment
even knowing in the back of his mind he would barely be able to move in the
morning. This is what he wanted. This is what he needed— Fox Mulder
staking his claim. He tensed and then yelled his lover's name as the waves
of pleasure rolled over him.
When he finally finished coming, Alex's arms gave out and he collapsed
facedown onto the bed. But Mulder pulled his hips up roughly and kept
driving into the hot tight channel until he threw back his head with a loud
groan as he reached his own explosive climax. He fell forward in an
exhausted heap, crushing Alex further into the pillows.
"Mrfff gefffmmmm," said Alex as he tried to raise his head for some
much-needed air.
Mulder lifted himself and gently pulled out of his properly chastened lover.
He settled on one side of the bed and watched Alex flop over and gasp for
breath.
"Okay, Fox. You win. I belong to you and I won't have sex with anyone else
ever again. But..." he grinned impishly, "you can stake your claim anytime
you want. You know, just in case I need reminding occasionally."
"No problem, but next time just tell me you need a reminder. I really don't
want to go through all this confrontation crap again."
"Well, it wasn't ALL my fault you know. That guy picked ME up...he was very
smooth, very persuasive," Alex lied with the sweetest smile and the most
sincere look in his extensive repertoire. "I was just trying to have quiet
drink before coming back to my lonely bed and dreaming of you. I didn't
stand a chance against a slick operator."
"Yeah, you're a lamb, all right. Give me time to recover and I'll get rid
of some of that innocence for you."
"Ooh, would you? Innocence is such a burden sometimes."
Mulder snorted and said, "Are you sure you can remember back that far?"
Alex yawned and ignored the question. "I love you, you distrustful G-man."
"I love you too, you sneaky rat."
What Happened to Alex...
by Amy B
Fox Mulder barely spared a glance at the strange man fleeing Alex's new
apartment. He stood and stared at his lover, jaw clenched and lips pressed
tightly together. With an effort, he kept his voice down as he began
questioning and berating Alex all at the same time.
