The Gunmen had found this place quite by accident, or so it seemed. One of
their myriad fact gathering internet searches on Mufon members had come up
with an interesting name—Aleksandre Reynard Washington. Christ—Alex,
Fox, Washington—the son of a bitch had a sense of humor even more warped
than his own. Then again, what idiot would be looking for a name as corny
as Alexander Fox Washington?
And no one in their right mind would picture Alex Krycek as a
horticulturalist who owned a sugar cane plantation in Hawaii and grew
tropical plants as a hobby. Come on, a triple agent, assassin, thug for
hire, double-crossing ex-FBI agent a farmer?! Most people would have an
easier time believing in his own little gray skinned reticulans.
Then again, Satan lived quite happily in the Garden of Eden in the form of a
snake, so why not a rat in a sugar cane plantation called Paradise Lost? Now
if only he could find the little rat-fuck, beat some information out of him
and leave, Mulder's vacation would be perfect.
That was what burned Fox Mulder the most, or so he'd convinced himself, the
fact that no matter where he went, he always seemed to run into Alex fucking
Krycek. Russia, Hong Kong, fucking Nebraska, there the rat fuck son of a
bitch was. And now Hawaii. During the only vacation he'd had in years!
Not that it was really a vacation. He'd been ordered to get out of
Washington, been told he'd been suffering from post-traumatic stress
syndrome due to his abduction by hostiles. He'd been held by aliens,
probed, assaulted, had things inserted and removed; PTS his Oxford educated
ass! Mulder had been livid, had nearly refused—until Scully pointed out
that the bureau was paying for him to go to Hawaii and relax, footing the
entire bill for accommodations. Sending him to an all-inclusive resort,
no less.
So Fox Mulder, being the man with the incredible IQ that he was, took the
deal and was on the first plane to Hawaii—laptop and cell phone in hand so
that Scully or the Gunmen could let him know if anything good came up—or
down as the case may be.
The fact that the boys had given him five solid days of fun, sun, island rum
and scantily clad women had been a bonus. Then they'd served him Krycek on
a platter. What great friends those Gunmen were. He'd have to bring them
back some macadamia nuts and leis as a thank you present.
Without so much as a second thought, let alone a plan, Mulder had hopped on
an island buggy and headed out to the Paradise Lost sugar cane plantation in
order to catch his old nemesis and long time wet dream with his hands in the
proverbial cookie jar. He didn't even bother to grab his gun this time,
thinking he'd probably wind up losing it again.
So here he was, wandering through Krycek's thick vegetation hunting for
snipe, no, make that rat, and gleefully plotting various payback scenarios.
Mulder's sun-drenched and rum-soaked brain came to a stuttering halt when he
pushed aside a palm frond to stare into the center of the garden and see
Krycek. Naked Krycek. Gloriously naked and oiled Krycek. Lying on his
back, stroking his cock and pinching a nipple. Jee-Zus!
The next thing Mulder knew he was standing over Alex—hot little slutboy— Krycek naked and stroking his own cock with the same rhythm the younger man
was using.
"'Bout time you found me," Krycek groused as he watched and licked his lips
hungrily. "Christ, I practically gave those geekboys a gold embossed
invitation to find me—five goddamn days we could have been fucking each
other senseless."
"Krycek—what the hell are you babbling about?"
Alex shook his dark brown head mournfully. "Amateurs, the lot of you. I.
Let. Them. Find. Me. Fox," the new Consortium head replied slowly. "Because.
I'm. On. Vacation. Too. And. I. Want. You. To. Fuck. Me. Blind." That said,
Krycek pulled Mulder down on top of him and attacked those all too fuckable
lips that had been driving him insane for the past five years.
Well, that was it, game over, brain lost to a field goal of a kiss that had
him crawling all over the rat, humping his leg like the animal he was named
for. Clothing was torn off and coconut oil grabbed. Mulder wasn't sure
whose hands applied it; all he knew was that he was slick and primed and
Alex's lush bubble butt was high in the air waiting to be taken and taken
hard.
"C'mon, Foxy, what are you waiting for?" Alex growled seductively. "You
know you want it. You want my ass so bad you're drooling. C'mon and take
it. Fuck me, shaft me, spear me," the younger man continued to purr, his
own hand coming down to stroke his weeping cock.
Mulder didn't deny it. Fuck, he wanted that pretty little ass. However,
Mulder, being Mulder, had a few other personality quirks that needed to be
addressed first.
Making sure he'd distributed his weight in such a way that Alex was
effectively pinned, he brought his hand down on the perky assassin ass— hard. Alex howled; Fox grinned and began to warm up to his current task.
"You. Have. Been. A very. Bad. Boy. Alex," the older man stated, each word
punctuated by a sharp slap to the rear. "And bad boys need to be punished.
"FUCK! Mulder! I'm really gonna kill you this time," Alex howled as his
cock began to drool constantly, becoming iron hard in seconds. Shit, he
loved it when Mulder got all dommy and butch on him.
"No, you're not, Alex. What you're going to do is become my personal fuck
toy. You'll come when I call you, you'll wear the clothes I tell you too
and you'll do just what I want. And you'll love it because you love me. And
I love you too, my sweet little rat fuck," Fox crooned as he continued to
warm Alex's ass with his hand.
"Please, gods yes, please more. Fuck me, Fox, please!" Alex wailed as he
lost all control of reason. He spent his whole life controlling others,
fate, circumstance, you name it. All he really wanted was for someone to
take control of him every once in a while.
"I will, baby. I will," Mulder purred as he continued to redden the already
mortified flesh of his new plaything's ass. Maybe Skinner was right, this
vacation was just what he needed to get back on track... and get himself
laid and relaxed.
Letting his oiled cock slide between Krycek's reddened cheeks, Mulder moaned
at the heat from his lover's flesh. "You're so hot, Alex," he whispered as
he bent to nip at the nape of the younger man's neck. "You're burning me
up, and I'm not even in you yet." That said, Mulder began to push into the
other man.
Feeling the flared tip of his erection pop through Krycek's anus, Mulder
groaned in bliss. Hot flesh, hotter ass, and Alex Krycek writhing like the
whore he was underneath him. Now this was a vacation!
Sliding deeper and deeper into Alex's perfectly fuckable ass, Fox Mulder
thanked whatever warped gods seemed to be looking out for him. "So tight,
baby. God, I think I love your ass!"
"Christ, Mulder, what'd those rebels do to you? You're even stranger than
you were before they grabbed you!" Krycek managed to groan out between the
slapping of flesh against flesh and the moans elicited by Mulder's cock head
running against his prostate time and again.
Feeling Alex's tight anal muscles work on him was too much for the sexually
deprived Special Agent. With a feral moan he came hard, sending ropes of
his semen splattering into the younger man.
"Yes, fuck yes!" he bellowed as he felt Krycek's ass clamp down on his still
spasming cock, milking him for all he was worth. "Alex, oh yeah baby, sweet
baby, luscious baby," Fox moaned over and over again.
"Mulder," Alex moaned softly in complete satiation. "Are you all right?"
"What? Of course I'm all right, Alex. I just had the orgasm of my life in
your ass." However, Alex had started shaking him. Harder and harder. "What
the fuck are you doing, Krycek?"
"Mulder... sir, are you all right?" Alex's voice became higher and more
soft pitched. Oh Jesus H! Did he just fuck a shape shifter? Fox began to
look frantically around for an ice pick.
"Sir, sir are you all right?" Mulder's eyes shot open to find a stewardess
staring at him in quiet concern.
"Ummm, yeah, what...?"
"You were moaning rather loudly in your sleep, sir," she replied just as the
overhead sign came on. "You'd best put your seat into an upright position
and fasten your seatbelt. We'll be arriving in Maui in a few minutes. And
Aloha, Agent Mulder."
Fuck.
It was a dream. It was a fucking dream! And to make matters worse he felt
this sticky warmth clinging to his Armani slacks. Christ, he'd had a wet
dream while in first class and had come. Talk about humiliating. Mulder's
hands surreptitiously moved the blanket a little higher up his lap.
Hrmm, Fox mused to himself. They say that people who suffered from UFO
abductions were more likely to experience moments of precognitive dreams.
A truly shit eating grin spread over the agent's face. This could prove to
be a very interesting vacation indeed! Look out, Hawaii, Fox Mulder was
coming!
Come in to my Garden
by Angel
The first word that sprang to mind was lush, the second, decadent, and the
third, sinful. Funny how all three words also applied to Alex Krycek, that
lying rat bastard, Mulder mused as he made his way silently through the
verdant vegetation of the hothouse-like garden in search of his nemesis,
mortal enemy, and long time obsession.
