An Interlude
Fuck, he was tired. Nothing was working tonight. He hadn't been able to get a
decent night's sleep in what felt like forever. First there was the jaunt up to
Alaska, and then he'd found himself dumped in Hong Kong, and finally he'd been
forced to suffer through that horrendous trip home with that son of bitch,
Sharpe. If the women hadn't been constantly in the way Mulder was certain the
pair of them would have torn each other apart before they got out of Japan.
Christ, he despised that smug, drunken, gutter-mouthed Englishman with more
passion than he'd hated anyone in years.
Getting home hadn't helped. There was no sign of Victor, Alex, or their little
sister anywhere.
Some interchangeable, big-boobed brunette was getting screwed through a wall in
an even more interchangeable hotel room on the television. Mulder glanced from
his fish tank over to the screen but it didn't hold his attention. It wasn't
until the couple on the TV dropped onto the bed that anything about the scene
interested him and even then, strangely enough, it was the rather tacky bedspread
he noticed.
Victor.
Mulder was hit by a full out sensory-laden memory. He could practically taste
Mansfield on his tongue. The bedspread was a perfect replica of the one he'd laid
Victor down on in Atlantic City the last time they were alone together. The first
time they had gone all the way. The feel of penetrating Victor. The sound of his
lover's breath hitching as his body was breached. Fuck, Victor had been so tight,
so hot, writhing underneath Mulder's body.
Without thinking about it Mulder's hand slid down his stomach and under the
waistband of his sweatpants. He closed his eyes, banishing the twinge of guilt
pushing at the back of his mind. Mulder needed this too much. He rebuilt the
scene with care, imagining his lover spread out below him, nude and hungry.
Christ, Victor was sweet, not like Alex. Mulder shuddered. That stray thought was
a mistake. Victor's blissful expression morphed into Alex's sly, taunting
magnetism. The hotel room melted away leaving the cold rattle of the back of the
truck that had taken them to Tunguska.
Mulder's cock jumped even higher in response to the change and he released it,
punishing himself. Pressing his palms into his eyes, he concentrated on dragging
his imagination back to the hotel room. He listened hard for the voices stored in
the back of his mind. That evening had been so intense, he'd etched every moment
of it into his memory. Seeing Victor stretched on the bed without a stitch of
clothing on for the very first time had made his entire body thrum with
excitement.
Mulder relived exploring Victor's fine form all over again, using his memory to
linger even longer than he'd been able to manage when it had been real. He'd been
too anxious that night, too eager to taste and feel everything. Mulder hadn't
been able to resist the act that groping in alleys, dark bars and the back seats
of cars had denied him. He'd been desperate to slide inside his lover's body.
Victor's legs had spread without hesitation and his hips had tipped up in
invitation.
When Mulder had rubbed his finger over the tight pucker, it had provoked a plea.
"I want you. Do it." Victor's soft whisper made Mulder's head spin.
"Victor." Mulder murmured the name into the flesh of the other's inner leg. He
couldn't say it enough for his lover's piece of mind. It was continual
reassurance that Mulder knew exactly who he was with. "Wonderful, lovely Victor."
A tube of slick lay near at hand, a promise of what they were going to do
together. Mulder's hand shook as he grabbed after it. He fumbled with the lid,
and then soiled the tacky bedspread underneath them by squeezing too hard.
A thick groan broke Victor's throat when the first finger breached him. "C'mon,
Mulder. Oh God!" His legs shivered and Victor grabbed mindlessly at Mulder.
"You're so tight." Mulder hadn't expected it, but it pleased him beyond all
reason to realise how hard it was going to be to make this work. Not that Alex
wasn't a sweet fuck, but this kind of constriction was almost unreal. "How long
have you been waiting for me?"
Victor moaned. "Too long. Give me more."
Mulder used the stretching as foreplay, twisting first one, and then the other
finger to make the body under him tremble with excitement. Both of them were
drenched with sweat by the time Mulder's three fingers pulled out and he crawled
up to lock their mouths together. Legs bent backwards and Mulder's cock began to
slide in. He dragged his lips down over that small chin and sucked hard at the
throat that lay exposed for his pleasure.
Mulder's body finally drew flush with his lover's. The first few thrusts took
what felt like forever and the breathy little gasps they caused burned up
Mulder's spine. His brain was disconnecting, almost overloaded by the pleasure of
their bodies finally being joined.
"Mulder. Jeez, Mulder... do me faster. I can take it."
"So fucking sweet. Oh Alex..."
The body under him flinched and then went rigid.
"Well, it looks like yer fucked up that one, Yank." A strong hand threaded into
Mulder's hair, dragging him back and off Victor. The sudden loss of heat and
pressure was shattering.
Mulder found himself tossed away from the bed and over to the wall as if he were
no heavier than a rag doll.
"It's not enough you mess up with one of 'em, but you gotta screw up with the
other one too. Yer a bloody idiot." Major Richard Sharpe's blond head shook and
he glared down at Mulder. "But not to worry, Yank. I'll see to the twins from now
on. You jest take yerself back to yer dirty movies and leave the real thing to
the grown-ups."
Mulder's mouth worked but no sound would emerge. He tried to stand but his legs
wouldn't work either. Mulder couldn't even bring himself to look away as that
filthy, British bastard climbed onto the bed beside his sweet Victor.
"Been lookin' forward to making your acquaintance, Victor." Sharpe crawled up the
bedspread to get a better look.
Denial roared inside Mulder's head but he couldn't push it past his lips. Victor
would never do this. He wouldn't lie there and let this complete stranger skim
callused hands over his body.
"I'm not Alex."
The statement was too calm. Why wasn't Victor grabbing after his gun and shoving
this rough-faced blond away?
"I know," Sharpe confirmed. "Yer someone altogether different. I can see that at
one glance. Pity the Yankee can't." Sharpe shifted, catching Victor's legs and
parting them once more. "And 'e never will. You don't wanna be bothered with him
anymore. Lemmie have at you, Victor."
Mulder managed, by bracing his back against the wall, to push himself up a few
inches. He shouldn't have bothered. The sight before him made his heart squeeze.
When the fuck had the Brit's clothing disappeared? The sight of Sharpe's erection
pushing into the body that had been squirming below him only moments ago scalded
Mulder.
Victor growled and his arms lifted to catch at his brand new lover. "God,
Richard, that feels so much better. Right there. That's the spot."
"Stop it! Leave him alone." Mulder found his voice but it was mere croak when he
wanted to scream and rage.
They ignored him completely, being too involved in each other. Sharpe was up on
his knees and Victor was almost doubled over. Blunt-nailed fingers smoothed
across, down, and around the head Victor's of cock, slicking precome all over the
reddened skin.
"Are you still here?"
The smoky voice tickled right into the shell of Mulder's ear. He tried to turn
his head but couldn't. Still, it didn't matter. There was no way he'd ever
mistake Krycek's husky tones for anyone else.
"Don't you realise it's over? You had your chance. You had every chance and you
fucked up again, Foxy." Alex climbed to his feet, pausing to give the immobile
man time to stare up at him.
It wasn't right that something so beautiful should be so evil. It wasn't fair
that even as Krycek's tarnished soul became more obvious he grew even more
seductive.
"It's because you're a pervert, Foxy." Alex laughed and padded over to the couple
on the bed. His hand reached out to skate down Sharpe's slick, heaving back.
"After all this is your imagination, not mine. If it were mine... I'd be in the
middle of this and you'd have one less arm." A fire lit up those demon green eyes
of Alex's. "Now there's an idea and a half. Can I borrow your gun, Victor?"
"Yeah.." Groans of pleasure salted the words. "Anything. God, he's good, Alex."
Victor's head tossed as the cock stroking into his body slowed down, tormenting
him. He clutched at the Englishman. "Oh my..."
Alex's mouth on Victor's muffled the exclamation. The identical men shared a
passionate kiss, exploring each other's mouths even as Sharpe continued to fuck
Victor.
Mulder wailed, unsure if the sight infuriated him or if it was hotter than
anything he'd ever seen in his life. The noise dragged Alex's attention back
Mulder.
"Oh yeah..." The gun lifted casually and Krycek kept firing at the same target
until he'd emptied the clip.
Pain tore through Mulder's upper left arm. The scream he let out would have
brought Scully running if she were in the next hotel room. As it was only the
bubbling of the filter on the fish tank and the artificial moans of yet another
silicon endowed nymphet greeted Mulder's abrupt awakening.
Mulder bolted upright and had time to turn his head before the pizza he'd eaten
several hours earlier spewed up and onto the floor. He fell off the couch,
narrowly missing the mess he'd just created and practically crawled into the
bathroom.
Dragging himself into the shower, Mulder turned both taps on full blast, careless
of the temperature. The soap escaped his nerveless fingers, falling to the floor
as he tried to grab it. His track pants slopped down to his ankles, a sodden
mess, which Mulder shoved aside with one foot.
The water rinsed vomit, sweat and, most embarrassing of all, ejaculate, off his
body and down the drain. As the temperature slowly warmed, Mulder sank down to
sit under the spray with his face buried in his arms.
Happy birthday (past tense) Erika
Milk and cookies time
A Gathering of Scoundrels
by Carla Jane
The fish didn't seem to notice when Mulder flicked the shells of his sunflower
seeds at the damned tank. Strange that they were accustomed to the abuse already.
This lot of fish were pretty recent to his apartment.
