Ahead, candles flickered in the faint breeze, casting their
shimmering light across the Italianate frieze and statuary.
Mulder felt he was attending an orgy, as the dancing shadows
seemed to give life to the exquisitely carved figures.
A marble couch, near the steps which led down to the shallow
end of the pool, was covered with silken cushions. Others,
having fallen, lay scattered nearby.
He sat on the couch and revelled in his surroundings. A vine,
heavy with ripe red grapes, wound around from the rear screen,
and some of its lush fruits were artistically draped on the
ornately carved plates. Individual grapes had been placed on
those held by the party-goers, alongside the marble slices of
red apples and green veined pears.
He leaned back, listening to the lap of water over the steps a
few feet away. He let his eyes stray, following the candle-cast shadows,
imagining the conversation these naked guests
might have had. The heady scent of lemons and fruits, aromatic
gifts of the burning candles, hung in the air.
Turning his head to take in more of his surroundings, he bit
back a gasp as he caught sight of a perfect body reclining on
another couch. A sensuous presence, seemingly frozen in the
act of plucking a grape from the bounty before him.
Mulder's libido, already heightened by the ambience, was racked
up another notch at the erotic sight. Getting to his feet, he
swiftly crossed the small space and knelt by the other couch.
Hardly daring to breathe, he separated a ripe red-purple fruit
from the bunch and squeezed it gently as he moved his hand to
leave a trail of juice down the perfect flank. Moments later,
he followed the trail of liquid with his tongue, up from knee,
to thigh, to waist, shoulder and at last to capture the perfect
mouth already open, waiting for his to arrive.
Drawing back he watched the long, thick, mink-coloured lashes
rise to reveal sparkling green eyes. He plucked another grape
from the bunch that decorated, yet hid, the other's groin from
him and held it between Alex's kiss-swollen lips. Sharp white
teeth bit into the fruit, and juice ran down his chin. Mulder
lapped at the sweet liquid and felt the lush lips under his
tongue move into a smile. He pulled away to savour with his
eyes what he had already tasted with his mouth.
Alex gave a breathy half laugh. He captured Mulder's hand,
neatly took the other half of the grape, then licked the thumb
and forefinger clean before chewing on his reward.
Mulder's cock had started to harden at the first sight of his
lover and hardened even more as his fingers were sucked. He
wanted, no, needed to worship the body lying so tantalizingly
close to him. He ran those same wet fingers down the well-
muscled torso, brushing the grapes aside as his mouth followed
the same course, then engulfed the engorged shaft now revealed.
Worked on it with tongue and lips until Alex was writhing, then
as his orgasm approached, Mulder moved swiftly to cover the
stiffening body and capture the cry of ecstasy with his mouth.
The sight, sound and feel of Alex in extremis was enough to
trigger his own orgasm and their bellies were soon slick with
semen.
Carefully, Mulder rolled their sweat-slicked bodies over so his
weight was no longer crushing the younger man. He held Alex
close as the sable lashes dropped over the now sleepy green
eyes. Felt his lover's breathing even out as sleep overtook
him. Very gently, he brushed a stray lock of hair from Alex's
brow, savouring the feel of the silky strands. He took a deep
breath and let it out slowly, smiling at the angelic expression
on the face so close to his own. A face that had haunted his
dreams, and his nightmares. He closed his eyes and conjured up
all the incarnations of Alex, the green agent, the fugitive...
Enemy...
Friend...
Ally...
Resistance fighter...
And finally, lover...
The caring lover had provided the secluded villa for his
precious hours of off-duty time, and had found a way to make
the few hours they were able to spend together so special. The
setting was perfect and he made himself a mental note to tell
his lover so, though no mere words could really convey his
present happiness. His throat tightened at the thought of what
he might so easily have missed, and, opening his eyes again
Mulder looked fondly at Alex sleeping—his satiated lover, so
endearing in the way he drifted off to sleep for a while in his
arms. So beautiful...
Taking a ragged breath he reached over for some grapes, letting
the juice trickle down this throat to relieve the tension and
slake his sudden thirst.
The moon had disappeared now and the sun would soon be
lightening the sky. Too soon the world would intrude on their
solitude. But there was just time for more... grapes.
A grin formed with that in mind, he brought his mouth down on
the chiselled lips and woke his lover with a grape filled
kiss...
The End
Bacchanal
by Aqualegia
A naked Mulder followed the instructions he'd been given and
walked around the villa's pool towards the marble gazebo at the
far end. Moonlight glinted on the surface of the water and
reflected off the pristine white marble blocks, giving them an
inner glow.
