A clearing in a primal forest, surrounded by trees with wood so dark that
they seem a black watch upon the scenes transpiring....
Alex Krycek's anguished cry faded into the night. He could not see the
stars through the sinister lights, which massed overhead. The woodsmen had
taken fright from Alex's delirious threats and abandoned him there, maimed. His
left shoulder, though still connected, felt as if it had been severed and was
slowly burning in the dying embers of the fire.
A fireball lit the sky and another collided, balefully reddening the sky
and outshining the Northern Lights, which had cast their eerie beauty over
Alex's pain-racked and desecrated body. Alex felt as if the forest floor had
suddenly dissolved and he was sucked into a vast void of colors and lights as
if the film of his life was distorting with acidic liquid.
He cried out, "Mulder!" as the phenomena swirled him away.
In the same forest, no less dreary, made a stylish backdrop of hell by the
oddity of nature which visited this cold, damp wilderness, Mulder thought he
heard someone calling him as he palpitated in cold and fear under a dank,
pungent quilt of leaves and branches. It sounded like Alex Krycek and Mulder
wondered why he instinctively wanted to go and help the man. Mulder stealthily
uncovered enough of his face to see out.
There were the Northern Lights dancing. Mulder could have sworn he saw the
phenomenon form the stern lovely face of a woman before he was enveloped, swept
up, and transported away.
Scene Two:
Another forest, equally ancient. Birds sing with gusto and, despite the
heavy frost, the sun has risen and it is becoming a lovely day.
In dreams, you fall, carried like a leaf, your mind shrieking, as you have
infinity to contemplate the ground below. Then, before you impact; you wake.
Not this time, Mulder cursed as he dropped hard enough to knock every wisp
of breath out of his lungs. Whatever had picked him up was gone now. Mulder
imagined Scully's voice saying 'Lie still for a moment and take inventory of
injuries.' Okay, one arm, it moves, and both legs, fine... ribs mildly sore,
another arm and two more; something warm and whimpering beneath him. Mulder
closed his eyes and smelled familiar scents, leather, musk, desire, Alex, Alex,
Alex... Mulder swung back an arm to punch the source of his torment, relieving
him of his unwanted lust. Then reason bit. Mulder needed to wait until Alex was
awake so his gesture could engender that quick pulling back of the lips to
expose the white teeth, the flickering tongue. He needed to see the pain make
that wrinkle form above the tilt of nose and to see the lashes, luxuriant,
seductive, maddening lashes above eyes as riveting as those northern lights
which had illuminated the sky.
Alex moaned and Mulder felt his cock anticipate, rising as he lay on
Krycek. He should get off of him; the man might be injured. Mulder could not
make his arms, his legs, or his gently rubbing pelvis dismount from his
semiconscious companion.
Alex opened his eyes and moaned out, "My arm, they cut off my arm!" Mulder,
for a moment, believed Krycek. He rolled away, pulled Krycek to a sitting
position and; fingers shaking with dismay; he searched both of Alex's arms from
shoulder to hand. They felt intact and certainly had not been amputated. Krycek
clutched at his left shoulder and plaintively cried out, "All I can feel is my
shoulder, the rest is numb!"
Mulder growled, "You stupid ass liar! Look here's your fucking left hand,
here's your fucking right hand, and here's my right fist, you bastard!" He
swung and his punch connected with Krycek's cheek.
Krycek grunted and fell backwards with a soft groan. Mulder straddled him
and grabbed his enemy's shoulders to shake them and pound them back into the
forest floor. "You left me to be experimented upon. They put something in me.
Oil, black worms!"
Krycek bucked upwards and used his right hand to fend Mulder away. What
made Mulder stop wasn't either of those moves. It was the pleasurable stirring
creeping up his spine, as Krycek's hard hips thrust into Mulder's groin. Mulder
gasped and leapt away as if stung.
Gradually, Krycek struggled up, still not using his left arm. Krycek sat
there a few moments; head slumped against his right arm and his breaths coming
as pants. Mulder stood up and pulled Krycek to his feet. "Come on. We are going
to find our way out of here and, when, we do, your ass is mine," He said.
What the hell did that strange slanted smirk mean? Mulder moved
threateningly, and Krycek dropped his gaze meekly, turned, and started to walk
along what seemed like a rough trail made by animals. A deer froze, then shot
into the underbrush huffing with alarm. Mulder frowned. He didn't remember
seeing any animals around the Tunguska camp, and the trees also seemed
considerably different. He didn't remember all the oak trees. Where the hell
were they?
Krycek led the way and Mulder followed. Down the narrow path the pair of
men went. Alex kept his eyes on the trail ahead while Mulder, bored with the
unfamiliar foliage, kept his eyes on Krycek's ass. The fact that he should even
want to watch Krycek's ass as he walked, pissed Mulder off; he hated the back
stabbing rat bastard, didn't he? The bright morning sun had risen further into
the soft blue sky, warming the pair enough to make them remove their jackets.
Alex had tied his drab, olive green coat around his waist, and now Mulder was
silently fuming because he could no longer see the Russian's tight-jean-clad
butt swaying before him. Forced from his view of forbidden delights, Mulder
turned his gaze upward once more.
With no definite clue as to what Mulder was thinking behind him, Alex's own
thoughts ran somewhere between knowing that he could feel Mulder's eyes on his
backside—right up until he removed his jacket—to wondering where the hell
were they? If they were still in Russia, why was the weather so dramatically
changed? True it was chilly, but at this time of year, there should be a
continuous drizzle of freezing rain, not sunshine. Something was wrong, very
wrong.
Suddenly, Alex stopped dead in his tracks. Mulder, whose gaze happened to
be skyward when Krycek chose to stop walking, ran right into the Russian. His
groin conveniently bumped into Alex's backside. And though Krycek's bum was
safely covered, the thrill of being in such a close position to it was no less
exciting to Mulder. He felt his cock jump and his mind quickly conjured up a
mental picture of Alex's bare ass, so smooth and flawless, raised up for him to
enter.
Mulder nudged Alex again softly, then took a single step back so that he
was no longer touching his body. "What are you doing Krycek?" Demanded Mulder,
inexplicably angry with the younger man again.
Alex had felt Mulder behind him, and had even picked up on the extra little
'rub' the agent had given him before moving away. He could feel Mulder's hot
breath on the nape of his neck still, so he knew that the man had not moved too
far away from him. He smiled knowingly to himself before turning around to face
Mulder. The agent was so transparent. It was too bad he couldn't see through
himself. It was becoming more obvious to Alex as to why the American was
always angry with him, always knocking him about. In Alex's unprofessional
opinion, Mulder needed to look inwards and use his expensive psychologist's
degree to do a little self-analyzing. He wiped the grin off of his lips before
turning around to face Mulder. "I don't recognize this forest at all, Mulder."
Alex said, quite serious now.
The air was still chilled and his words came out, visible on small puffs of
air. Staring at Krycek's lips as he spoke, Mulder watched captivated, as Alex's
tongue, lips and pearly white teeth coordinated together to speak to him in a
lyrical, husky tone. Since Mulder was staring at him, Alex said dourly, "Are
you listening to me?"
"Yesss...Yes!" Mulder shook off his trance. "What do you mean you don't
recognize the woods? " He grabbed two handfuls of Krycek's shirt and shook the
younger man as he yelled at him. "This is Russia, the woods are bordering the
Tunguska Gulag for Christ sakes...Surely you know where you're going!"
Breathing out a heavy sigh, tired of Mulder's bullying ways, Alex brought
his arms up and pushed Mulder hard against the chest, sending the noisy agent
backwards. "Stop grabbing me!" He shouted back angrily. "I'm not a fucking
explorer, you know! All I know is that these are not the same woods were in
last night." He caught his breath and clamped down on his anger.
Speaking in a forced, normal tone again Alex went on. "The last thing I
remember was that I was sleeping next to a fire and a ragtag bunch of one armed
outlaws woke me up and tried to cut my arm off. It was dark out...the middle
of the night in fact. Then there was a bright, flashing light followed by
another and the next thing I knew, I'm waking up on a sunny day with you next
to me pulling me up to sit." His mouth formed a thin line as he thought.
"How about you? What's the last thing you can recall?"
"It's pretty much the same for me too. Except that I was trying to hide
from the guards from the gulag. I heard a voice, your voice I think...It's all
a little fuzzy now, but I saw bright, blinding light too and then, the next
thing I remember is that I'm laying on top of you....", Mulder's voice trailed
off and he finished his musings with a hoarse whisper. Krycek didn't really
need to know that Mulder had copped a feel before the Russian had woken up.
"What?" Alex asked.
"Nothing." Mulder replied.
There was a loud snap of a twig and both men turned toward the noise.
"Shhh." Alex said softly, wrapping his hand around Mulder's right biceps to
quiet him.
"What was that?" Mulder whispered directly into Krycek's ear.
"I don't know." Came the hushed reply. "Could be another deer...or a
bear..." Alex turned to look at Mulder and mouthed silently, "...a human?"
"Shit." Hissed Mulder softly.
"I agree. Let's get out of here." Alex turned and started to run down the
narrow path with Mulder right behind him. A few yards up, a cloaked figure
popped out from behind a large oak tree. Both Krycek and Mulder gave startled
shouts. They froze on the path and stared, stunned, at the man, who had stopped
them. The man, who had a large, ominous sword pointed directly at them stared
back, especially at Krycek. The two of them were so close in looks that they
could easily pass for twin brothers. Except that each man knew they had no
such sibling.
Mulder's mouth dropped open and he blinked his eyes, staring back and forth
between the two men. Suddenly, the armed man grinned, showing his set of
perfectly white teeth to the pair. For some reason, seeing his double amused
him to no end.
Cory Raines lowered his weapon and swept the leaf-thick forest floor with
his mocking bow. He proclaimed in a broad English accent, "I am Cory-ban of
Raines, the munificent and magnificent. Lord of the forest, slayer of deer and
joy to all virgins. Who might you be?" He looked back and forth, between the
two, still shocked men.
Alex found his voice first and said to his slightly older, mirror image,
"I'm Krycek. Alex Krycek." He offered his hand to shake. Cory assessed the
man's flirtatious green eyes and smirked. Grasping the offered hand, he
flipped over the cold appendage and kissed the back of it. Grinning as he
insinuated a questing tongue between the salty fingers. He caught the amused
look, clear despite the weariness and the bruises on the younger man's face.
"Ahem..." Mulder cleared his throat, to get the men's attention. He was
unimpressed with Krycek's look-a-like and did not appreciate, at all, the other
touching and kissing Alex's hand in such an intimate manner. With jealousy
shining in his hazel eyes, Mulder reached out and pulled Alex back a pace so
that the Russian was standing closer to him. "I'm Mulder." He said, not
offering his first name. The agent gave the Englishman a hard look then
grasped Cory's hand and shook it roughly.
The immortal smiled mischievously back at Mulder, knowing full well that
the man felt threatened by his presence. Cory noted the puffy bruised knuckles
on the funny-sounding foreigner's right hand, and then put two and two
together. Mulder must have been the one who bruised the lovely Alex's
cheekbone. A jealous lover perhaps? That thought was intriguing. Cory looked
forward to unraveling the mystery surrounding the two newcomers to the forest.
His devious mind already planning, Cory said with a grin on his lips, "Come.
There is to be a feast, and you're both invited as my guests."
Not waiting for a reply, the immortal spun on his heel and strode away,
confident of the strangers need for food and shelter. Alex shrugged and looked
to Mulder, "What the hell." He said. "We may as well follow and try to figure
out what's going on—with full stomachs." He turned and followed in the
Englishman's wake. Mulder stared after the two for a few seconds, wondering how
it had happened that there were two men who could be twins, in the same forest
at the same time. Mulder started after Cory and Alex, trying to puzzle out
where they were and how he and Alex had gotten there.
All Mulder knew for sure was that judging by Cory's speech and dress, they
were somehow transported back in time to England, somewhere in the eleventh
century.
Sounds drifted to the travelers as Cory-ban of Raines whistled a sweet
tune. Mulder chose this moment to assert his authority. He said, "Look, whoever
you are in your tights and what-all, this man is my prisoner.
I'm an FBI agent. You need to help us get back to, Uh, to..."
Cory-ban said, "What is this Febee? Is that a place?"
Mulder sputtered, "The Federal Bureau of Investigation."
Cory-ban turned his gaze on Alex as if asking for a translation. With a
small shrug, Alex obligingly said, "He's a sheriff."
Cory-ban pointed his long, sharp sword at Mulder's neck. Alex said, "Oops,
uh, no, I meant to say he thinks that he's a sheriff. He's addled."
Alex noted that Mulder was glaring at him as if he was the one who was
threatening him. Some people, you can't just please! Alex tried his most
endearing smile and watched Cory-ban's lips gradually tilt into the exact same
expression. Alex blushed as he saw Cory-ban look him up and down. Damn, Alex
hadn't blushed in years, not since seeing Mulder in that skimpy red Speedo!
Cory-ban touched the sword lightly to Mulder's lips. Alex saw Mulder's
mouth open slightly and an imploring look was cast in his direction. Alex used
a husky, drawling tone that he had been told could incite the dead to do his
will. "Cory-ban, please, we're just lost travelers. Mulder won't cause any
trouble and I'm sure we would be very grateful if you helped us."
Cory-ban seemed to appreciate the seductive voice. His bright gaze seemed
to be sizing Alex up for something. Alex wiggled in his jeans. He watched the
sword fall away and Cory-ban said, "Of course, since you ask...so prettily."
The camp smelled of the recent rain, of unwashed bodies. There was a miasma
of sweat, smoke, and beer. Despite the cold the group of men didn't seem
uncomfortable. An entire deer was roasting on the fire, but most of the camp
was already eating from a huge iron cauldron of stew.
Alex noticed an amazing number of injured men. One crooked nosed fellow
walked on crutches, dragging feet that splayed sideways. He walked with great
effort, but was cheerfully drinking from a wine skin. Another man, braying with
laughter at this moment, had a gaping hole where his nose should have been.
Several men wore eye patches and one young boy had a hand amputated.
Cory nodded at Alex's look and said, "Prince John's justice. Dylan was
lamed for poaching, spared his life because he was King Richard's faithful
soldier in the Holy Land. Tom, the tailor, had his nose cut off because the
lady whose cloth he was measuring said, he was nosing in her business. Hamo had
a hand cut off when he was seven for stealing bread. He was lucky not to be
hung."
Cory pointed to the two men who approached and said to Alex, "There's the lord
of the forest now."
The outlaw leader didn't look like Errol Flynn or Kevin Costner. He was blond,
which made sense if he were a Saxon. His hair was shining, fine, and abundant,
lying in soft, square cut locks to his collar. His skin was very fair. The
leader appeared strong of shoulder and arm, but was short and slight. He had a
broad smooth forehead, large pale blue eyes, a straight perfect nose and a
delicate chin on a peculiarly square jaw. His thin lips lit in a smile as he
talked to his much larger friend. Both men, like Cory, wore roughly woven hose,
tight leather breeches, which ended above their knees, green dyed leather
jerkins, and shirts made out of coarse fabric beneath the outer covering.
The fierce little leader's companion was taller, not a giant by any means,
but Alex noticed that the all of the outlaw band were shorter then usual for
Alex's time. The man was darkly handsome. He had a hook of a nose, crooked in a
dashing way and sparkling brown eyes. His broad mouth looked sensual and had
the beginning of laugh lines around its dimpled shape. This suave outlaw had a
mole almost where Mulder had one. He gently stroked the spot now as Alex
watched.
The smile left the leader's face as he faced Cory and his two guests. The chin
went up. The eyes went cold and Alex, despite his confidence, took a step
backwards, treading on Mulder's toes. Mulder snarled, "Watch where you step"
and gave Alex a shove.
Alex's left arm chose not to work. It buckled and he sprawled face first
into a pile of oak leaves. Spitting bits of mulch and snorting the stuff out of
his nose, Alex accepted the offered hand from Cory and shot a "Fuck you,
Mulder," at his tormentor.
The small blond man cast an evaluating look at Mulder and seemed to find
him wanting. Alex, he looked on with more favor. The leader's dark friend laid
a hand on the blond man's shoulder and smiled at the newcomers. His smile was a
crooked slash across his debonair face. His dark eyes sparkled with interest as
he said, "Cory, ye failed to say that you had a brother."
Cory grinned and patted Alex on the ass. He said, "I have none. This fellow
and his companion have traveled from far. He has no gold, but he is entitled to
our hospitality. This is Alexander of Krycek and the other one is a sheriff by
the name, Mulder of nowhere"
"A sheriff?" the blond man questioned, "You brought a sheriff here unbound?"
Cory shrugged and answered, "He's a foreign sheriff. No harm to us and in
truth, he seems an unprepossessing sort of fellow. I think he is a clown."
The leader steeled his jaw and approached Mulder. He declared, "There will
be none of your bully ways here, knave. In this place I am judge, and my friend
is my good strong hand to strike my wrath on those who abuse the weak."
Mulder asked, "And who do you think that you are?"
"Robin Hood, protector of the down trodden and loyal soldier to King
Richard, the Lion-Heart. I steal from the rich and give back to the
proletariat." The outlaw leader indicated the darkly handsome man who leaned on
him with graceful familiarity and said, "This is Little John, my right hand
man."
Cory-ban of Raines whispered into Alex's ear, "Believe me, it's not Little
John's hand that puts the smile on pretty Robin! And the man is not little."
Alex grinned wryly as he felt a wet flick of Raines' tongue. The outlaw was
as plain about his intentions as Mulder was conflicted. Alex thought that this
whole scene might be a delirious daydream, in which case he should enjoy it.
With a sharp nod, Robin Hood moved gracefully away and tossed over his
shoulder, "Ye are welcome to join our feast."
Alex thought the stew smelled wonderful. It was a simple dish, composed of
the venison, carrots, turnips, and ale. Cory nudged his leg warmly as they sat
together. Cory held the flat trencher for them both and gave Alex a crudely
carved spoon. Alex noted that the etiquette was to use a lump of bread to scoop
up the juices from the stew. The first mouthful almost made him drool; it was
so good. He wasn't sure when the last time was that he had really eaten other
than the mouth full of roach soup at the camp before he had joined Mulder in
his tantrum.
Jugs of ale passed around and Alex got his share. He felt giddy from the
strong drink on a nearly empty stomach. The stew hadn't yet been digested long
enough to minimize the effects of the liquor. Alex noticed that some of the
green-clad outlaws were pairing off. He noted kisses and caresses exchanged. No
one remarked at this or even gave it more than an indulgent smile. Alex noticed
Mulder look from a kissing pair to him. It made Alex look away and turn his
attention back to the stew.
As Alex reached his crude wooden spoon into the bowl, Cory also inserted
his. They battled for a moment over the last tender goblet of meat. Alex gave
in with a laugh that came out as a giggle and Cory scooped up the treat with
his fingers, offering it to Alex. Alex accepted it and also the favor of
fingers catching a bit of grease from the corner of his mouth. He met the eyes
so like his own and found them boldly inviting. Alex sidled his eyes to Mulder,
who had refused to share a trencher. Mulder was watching, and he looked very
angry. Alex laughed again as Cory leaned toward him. Alex liked that look and
knew it well. Something hot was going to happen soon.
Robin Hood appeared comfortably drunk, sprawled in the support of Little
John's arms and legs. He waved a strip of venison steak and drank from a small
flask. He passed this to Alex who found it contained vodka. Alex wondered where
Robin Hood had found the strong drink. He was sure it hadn't been invented yet,
but it tasted real. He took a swallow and then another. He had an impulse and
passed the second mouthful to Cory, lip to lip.
"Mmm," said Alex's new friend.
Alex returned the flask to Robin Hood who gave it to Little John. Alex
admired the foresters. Little John looked as if he had his tunic, his short
close fitting leather breeches and tights tailored whereas Robin Hood's seemed
rumpled and careless. Little John stretched out and settled the blond head
against his chest. Alex watched the hand softly stroking Robin's hair. He found
himself looking at Mulder, wondering what it would feel like to lay with him
and to be touched by him.
Someone strummed a ballad upon a lute and sang:
"Under the Greenwood tree Robin Hood murmured, "Ballads are the opiates of the masses... but it is
our song, napasha."
"Yes," said his merry man. Robin stood up and held out his hand.
Little John took it, and they walked off into the forest together. Mulder
watched as Robin and John left the feast. He licked his lips in unsatisfied
hunger. Once the two disappeared into the darkness, he turned his gaze away
and settled it on Alex and Cory. Again, he did not like what he was
witnessing.
Cory was seated right next to Alex and was busy sharing a flagon of lager
with him, mouth to mouth. Each time the liquid passed from the Englishman to
the Russian, the length of time it took to do so, grew longer. Soon, the ale
was forgotten all together and the men were simply sharing their tongues.
Mulder clenched his fists in anger and jealousy when Cory pulled Alex in
closer so that the younger man was on his lap. That was it! He couldn't take
any more.
Alex couldn't quite believe that he was kissing his very own doppelganger.
The perversity of the whole situation made his cock stiffen in anticipation of
what Cory could offer him. Though he wanted what Cory was giving him, Alex
would have preferred the kisses to come from Mulder. He knew Mulder wanted him
and he even knew that Mulder was jealous of Cory. But until Mulder quit being
the bully and made a real move toward him, Alex could do nothing. Any overt
advance toward the agent would only result in a fist bruising his other cheek,
So Alex took what Cory was giving him greedily.
Alex felt a hand on his shoulder and suddenly he was yanked out of the
warmth of Cory's arms and wound up on the cold ground. "Hey!" He shouted,
looking up at Mulder who was the one who had pulled him free from Cory.
"I need to talk to you. Now!" Mulder said angrily, yanking Alex to his
feet.
"Take it easy man...." Cory said, standing up.
"It's okay Cory. We'll be right back." Alex appeased. He knew that there
would be a fist fight if he didn't separate the two men.
"Come on." Mulder said, grabbing Alex by the sleeve of his T-shirt and
hauling him in an opposite direction to where Little John and Robin Hood had
gone. He stopped in a clearing a little ways away from the camp, though not so
far that he could not still hear the raucous laughter from the drunken band of
outlaws.
The moon was up high and at its fullest, casting enough light that the
entire meadow, and the trees and bushes that ringed it were clearly visible.
"What the fuck were you doing back there?" Mulder snapped. He stared hard at
Alex, wishing that he could see the color of his eyes in the white/blue light.
Pulling down the sleeve of his shirt, Alex replied, exasperated, "Having a
drink of beer and a bite to eat. Having a little bit of fun for a change."
He scowled at Mulder briefly.
"Fun? That bastard is trying to seduce you right before my very eyes. Are
you too stupid not to see it?"
"And what's it to you if he is?" Growled Alex, tired of the insults. "It's
not like you're interested. Right?"
With his breath coming in short pants, and his cock hard with an anger
filled lust, Mulder punched Alex in the mouth, splitting the Russian's lower
lip and sending him reeling backwards. Alex went over and landed on his back,
crushing the wild lavender beneath his body. The air expelled from his lungs
and he was momentarily winded.
"Wrong!" Mulder yelled. He dropped to his knees and straddled Alex groin
to groin. He grabbed Alex roughly by the back of his arms and pulled the
stunned man up. Then he leaned down and kissed him brutally on the mouth.
Mulder could taste ale and venison underneath the sharp tang of Alex's blood.
He thrust his tongue into the younger man's pliant mouth.
Just as he deepened his kiss further, the toe of Cory's calfskin boot
caught him in the diaphragm and sent him rolling off Alex. "If ye canna' touch
Alex with gentle hands and love in yer heart, then ye need not lay yer hands on
'im at all!" Cory said menacingly, looking down at the gasping Mulder. Gone
was the formal, English accent.
"No, Cory. I'm okay." Alex said, sitting up fully. "Really." He spit out a
mouth full of blood and spit.
Cory looked down at Alex, and grinned at him, the anger already
disappearing with his next scheme. "I think we need to teach yon dandy a
lesson, fair Alex." He pulled a long, leather thong from his belt and stalked
over to where Mulder lay gasping like a trout on the riverbank. The immortal
pulled the complaining man by the collar toward a nearby tree where he propped
Mulder against the tree's straight, strong trunk. Then Cory pulled the agents
hands behind the tree and expertly bound his hands with the cured leather.
By the time Mulder had come to his senses, he was already laced up like his
grandmother's Sunday rump roast. "Untie me, Raines!" he spat.
"Not until I'm convinced that you can be nice to Alex. And to make sure of
that, I'm going to show you how it's done." Cory stood up and went over to
Alex and extended his hand to help pull him up. Cory grasped Alex's other hand
and pulled him in close to his chest. Wrapping his arms around the silent
Russian, Cory licked his lips in anticipation, then ran his tongue over Alex's.
The split was already starting to clot over, but Cory did not want to risk
opening it up again. And instead of the fervent, lip-crushing, tongue probing
kiss Mulder had given Alex, the immortal gently pressed his dry, soft lips to
Alex's. How alike to his they were.
Alex closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Cory's neck, returning the
kisses. Cory pulled back and let Alex by the hand over to where Mulder sat,
restrained.
"Don't do this Krycek." Mulder warned, beyond jealous now.
Both Cory and Alex ignored Mulder as they sank to the ground right next to
Mulder, a scant couple of feet away. Cory gently lay Alex down, so that he
rested on a patch of lavender, the fresh scent of the bruised leaves floated on
the air.
"Alex..."
"If you say one more word..." Threatened Cory without looking at the bound
man, "...I shall gag ye too, Mulder."
Mulder clamped his lips together and turned away, determined not to watch
his secret, hearts passion be ravaged in the foliage by another man, who looked
—but was nothing like—his Alex. Cory pushed Alex's T-shirt up and lowered
his mouth down for another kiss. This time, Alex opened up and invited Cory's
tongue inside. The immortal sat up and helped Alex to pull off his T-shirt the
rest of the way.
"It's like kissing a polished glass." Declared Cory in the same husky tone
as Alex often spoke in. Mulder's cock gave an involuntary jerk, and giving into
the compulsion, he turned to watch the two duplicates as they started to
pleasure each other. Cory quickly removed his own shirts and unlaced the front
of his pants. He watched, amazed as Alex undid, then unzipped his own dirty
jeans. The immortal traced the cool metal teeth with his finger, amazed by the
feel of it and how it worked. "What is this."? He asked finally.
"A zipper." Replied Alex.
"It's quite common where..er... I'm from."
He didn't dare say more than that and Cory seemed to accept the
explanation. He pulled his pants off completely and lay back down. The thick
growth of lavender kept the chill of the ground away, and even though the night
air was nippy, Alex felt none of the cold; his body was hot with anticipation.
Cory, naked too now, eased himself down on top of Alex and instead of kissing
him on the lips he explored a body much like his own by kissing his way across
and down. Knowing how sensitive his own nipples were, the immortal took his
time manipulating Alex's with his tongue, teeth and fingers. He got the
reaction that he was hoping for, and when Alex pushed his head lower, Cory went
to where he was being silently instructed to go.
When he reached Alex's soft, flat stomach, he bit the flesh there ever so
gently, making the man below him moan softly. Cory ran his tongue over Alex's
dripping cock, taking a few seconds to savor his double's unique flavor before
engulfing him fully. The warmth of Cory's mouth made Alex push his hips
upwards, but Cory pushed him back down again. Without missing a stroke, the
practiced immortal maneuvered his body so that his erection was dangling
directly over Alex's plump lips. He rocked his hips and nudged his aching cock
at Alex's mouth. Krycek, always a quick study, opened wide and swallowed down
as much of his lover as he could.
Mulder stared, wide-eyed and horny. Wishing that it was his cock buried
between Alex's ripe lips and his mouth sucking his beautiful, large member. He
watched hypnotized as the 'twins' found a companionable rhythm and brought each
other off, regretting his inability to seek relief for himself.
Cory cupped Alex's tight balls and squeezed them gently. He felt the
surface of Alex's cock change, and then with in seconds, his lover was spurting
jism down his throat. Alex thrust upwards and groaned out words in a language
that Cory noted when swallowing the hot fluid, was unfamiliar. The immortal had
been undulating his hips gently, slowly fucking Alex's mouth, but when Alex
started to orgasm, Cory stopped moving.
As soon as Alex was finished, Cory pulled out of Alex and twisted his body
so that he was up on his knees and straddling Alex on either side of his hips.
He laid his left hand in the middle of Alex's heaving chest and using his
right, quickly masturbated him self to an orgasm, watching as his cum splashed
over his double's bare torso. Mulder groaned, and both men turned to look at
him. Alex stared Mulder in the eyes for a few seconds then, suddenly
embarrassed, he turned his head away and gently put Cory away from himself.
Getting up, he dressed quickly, while Cory on the contrary, took his time.
"See, Mulder. Be ye gentle, and Alex could be yours too." He smiled
knowingly at the agent as he did up his laces. Once he was dressed, Alex knelt
down and undid the leather bindings that held Mulder immobile. "I'm sorry."
He said softly to Mulder as he fumbled with the knots. "I don't know what got
into me."
"I do." Mulder said quietly, as he rubbed the circulation back into his
numb wrists. "Too much liquor and too much Cory." He scowled in the direction
of the immortal, who was busy with hiding his various knives on his person
again. Neither Mulder nor Alex had noticed that Cory had that many knives
before.
A horse neighed in the distance and Cory froze, as did Mulder and Krycek.
He sniffed at the air as it carried shouts of terrified men and the scent of
smoke to his nose. Cory turned to the pair and said in a hushed tone, "SHITE!
It's a raid. The two of you follow yonder trail until you come to a large rock
face. Squeeze through the crevice near the large cedar and you'll come to
another clearing like this, part the overgrown ivy against the granite. You'll
find a cave with everything you need. I'll meet you when I can...Now hurry.
Go! ...A horse nears. It wouldn't do for the sheriff or one of his minions to
find you here!"
The horse that Cory was speaking about neighed again and its rider shouted
a command to it. Cory pushed Alex toward Mulder, who caught him and kept him
on balance. This time Cory yelled, with urgency, no smile on his handsome face
now.
"Go!"
Mulder grabbed Alex's hand and ran where they had been directed. Just as
the two strangers disappeared into the night, the flora of the meadow parted,
and into the clearing galloped the sheriff on Nottingham, on a steed as deep
colored as midnight.
Mulder stopped and turned, and both he and Alex looked through the bush at
the sheriff. "Oh God." Breathed Mulder.
"Jesus Christ. That man looks like Skinner." Hissed Alex. "Let's go."
Mulder said, and still holding onto Alex's hand, he pulled the Russian along as
he mentally recited Cory's directions to the cave.
The sheriff dismounted his stallion at the edge of the moonlit meadow and tied
the reins to a small bush. He pulled his sword from the scabbard and faced his
opponent. Cory was standing in the middle, waiting, his sword and body ready,
for anything.
"My, my, my. If it isn't Cory Raines..." Drawled the sheriff as he neared
Cory, his sword just as ready.
"Sheriff." Cory replied coolly. "I knew I'd find you out here with Robin
and Little John. Riffraff like your sort stick together like shite on a wool
blanket." Both the sheriff and Cory started to circle each other, each of them
looking for a way in.
"I knew it was you coming through the bush. I smelt you first, then your
horse." Cory grinned after the insult. This was what he lived for, the fight,
except that, should he get stabbed, he'd live through it, whereas the sheriff
would die, tonight, here in the romantic setting of a lavender- scented meadow,
beneath the sea of tranquility. The immortal, always the one to take risks,
yelled out a Gaelic war cry that Will Scarlet had taught him and swung at the
taller, stronger sheriff.
The sheriff met the blow with his own razor sharp weapon, sending out
sparks from both swords. Cory lunged and the Sheriff jumped back then made a
move of his own which was cut off by the immortal. For several minutes the two
men battled meeting each other's offensive strikes and counter blows. The sweat
was pouring off both of them, but the sheriff, unused to such long swordplay
was beginning to tire, Cory saw this and when he had the chance, he kicked out
his strong left leg and hit the sheriff squarely in the stomach.
The kick sent the larger man sprawling backwards, and the sword flying from
his hand. He landed flat on his back with his weapon coming to rest a few feet
from his side. Cory deftly bent over and used the tip of his sword to flick the
sheriff's only means of defense into the dense undergrowth that surrounded the
meadow. The Sheriff lay there stunned for only a few quick seconds before
crawling up to his hands and knees. He sucked in as much air into his deprived
lungs as he could, knowing that the war was over and that Cory Raines had won
it.
"On your knees...your honor..." The immortal said with disdain.
"If you're going to kill me, why don't you just get it over with?" Demanded
the Sheriff, rising to his knees.
"Oh, I will." Promised Cory. "But I have a few things to say to ye
first."
He cruelly ran the tip of his sword gently over the Sheriff's sweat soaked
face as he talked. "How many men, innocent men, have you had in this position
and murdered because all they wanted to do was feed their wives and bairns?"
The sheriff scowled at Cory but said nothing in his defense; it was a
useless argument anyway.
"Thirty or forty I expect." The immortal answered for the sheriff, no pity
in his voice for the most hated man in the county. "Any last words before I
take your life?"
"This is outright murder, and the price on your pretty head will double.
You'll burn in hell for this, Raines." The Sheriff said, unwilling to go to
his grave silently.
"Then I'll see ye there, sheriff." Cory put the flat end of his blade
underneath the sheriff's chin and forced the man to look him in the eye as he
said in an exaggerated accent of the broken men he ran with, " 'Tis a beautiful
night to die. Is it no? "
The sheriff blinked his eyes once, but before he could do so again, the
immortal swung his sword and with one swipe, cleanly removed the sheriff's
head, sent it rolling away like a round of rye bread falling off the feasting
table.
Though he had removed the man's head, there were no bright lights and
lightning bolts striking his body. The Sheriff of Nottingham may have been a
tyrant and a bully, but in the end, he was only human. The only reason the
immortal felt any satisfaction from the death was because the dead man had been
the right hand man to Prince John, doing the prince's bidding like a whore
selling her wares in the market. The sheriff had murdered many innocent people
simply because they could not afford to pay their taxes, all in the name of a
greedy prince looking to buy his way onto the throne of England.
No, Cory felt no remorse whatsoever. The immortal heard voices, and he drew
his sword up to the ready position, prepared to fight some more, but when he
saw whom it was that had popped through the bushes, he lowered his weapon and
smiled.
"Here you are. The fighting's over with." Robin said.
"I reckon you missed all the fun, you did." Little John stated, following
closely behind his lover.
"No. Not all the fun." Cory said lightly as he gestured with his sword
toward the dead sheriff.
"Shite. It's the bastard Sheriff," exclaimed Little John.
Robin walked over to the corpse and spit on it. "Good riddance." He
mumbled just before crossing himself.
"Well, then." Robin said to Cory. "This calls for a celebration." Little
John turned and started to walk away, and Robin turned to his friend and asked,
"Where's your 'friends?'"
"Oh.... I sent them on their way." Cory said vaguely. He clapped Robin on
the shoulder.
"Come on, let's get to the cask before John drinks it all away."
"I heard that," called Little John, from the darkened trail.
Cory and Robin laughed together and started after the larger man. Cory
thought about going to the cave to find Mulder and Alex. But he thought that
perhaps he should leave them alone for a little while. No harm would come to
them while in the cave, in fact, the fun-loving immortal was sure that just the
opposite would happen for the men. He had seen how jealous Mulder had been
while he and Alex had been playing with each other. Perhaps now the hazel-eyed
man would see the error of his brutal ways and be nice to Alex.
Cory resolved to check on them in the morning.
In the meantime, there was more to eat, a fresh keg of ale to broach, and
Robin to tease...Cory flicked a sprig of lavender from Robin's blond hair and
said, "I find the lavender very sweet this year, don't you, Little John?"
Robin Hood blushed and looked away, but Little John looked Cory right in
the eyes and said, "Very sweet."
Cory grinned and crushed the herb in his hand. He could think of sweeter
things, treasures in his cave. He hurried after the two lovers, always hopeful
that he might be invited to play their forest games. Little John turned back
and said, "Lavender's sweet when crushed, but its juice was never the color of
the cream upon your cat face, Cory-ban."
Robin wiped Cory's face with his own sleeve and teased back, "Gather ye
flowers whilst ye may..."
Cory grinned wider. Aye, that he would!
"Do you have a match? Or a lighter?" Mulder asked Krycek, his voice
echoing through the pitch-black cavern. Neither man had been able to see a
single thing since passing through the ivy covering the hole. About all they
could tell about the cave they were standing in was that it was very large.
Running water resonated from somewhere deep within the ancient stones,
echoing back to the two lost travelers.
"I do. But they might be wet." Alex said, fishing around in his back
pocket. He pulled out the packet and struck one. Pleased that the match was
sufficiently dry enough to light, Alex held it up and Mulder, spotting a large
candle on the floor near a bundle of other items, snatched it up and ran back
to Alex with it before the match could burn down. He tilted the fat white
candle and held it to the minuscule flame until the wick caught fire.
Mulder held the crude, waxen light up high, over his head and surveyed the
surroundings. It appeared that he and Alex were standing in a smaller
antechamber. Shrugging to Alex, he led the way into the back of the cave. Both
stepped through a natural stone arch into an enormous stone cavern. The sound
of water was louder now, and they both could smell the distinct odor of sulfur.
Several dozen candles lay here and there, some on the ground and others held
firmly in place on nature made stone shelves and indents in the rock. Mulder
walked around and lit about half of the candles.
Alex gasped in awe at the sheer size of the natural wonder. Water from a
hole in the rock, about twelve feet high and the diameter of an imperfect
basketball, cascaded out of the opening and ran to a small pool in the shale
ground big enough for three grown men. The water gathered there and ran out
through a small opening underneath the waterline, on the side of the natural
hot tub. Where it went from there, was anyone's guess. Alex crossed over to the
waterfall and stuck his hand in the stream. He pulled it back quickly and then
smiled to himself. The water was hot, very hot. There was a hot spring
bubbling up from the earth and flowing through the otherwise, unremarkable
cave.
"Hey Mulder," Alex called over his shoulder as he shucked off his dirty
T-shirt.
"What?" Mulder lit the last candle and then propped the original one next
to it. He turned around just in time to see Alex, with his back to him, pull
down his wet, filthy jeans. Mulder murmured quietly to himself.
"The water's hot. Come on." Krycek turned around and grinned—like a
small child after Santa's been to the house—then stepped into the hot water,
letting out an audible groan.
Mulder stood and stared, at Alex, as the Russian let the water sluice over
his body. He remembered that Alex had talked about some peasants almost
cutting his arm off, and he was pleased that they did not get an opportunity to
do so. Mulder couldn't even imagine having perfection like Alex's destroyed in
such an ugly and disfiguring manner. The agent stood and stared for so long
that Krycek called out to him again.
"Are you coming in or what? I promise not to bite." He laughed out loud.
"At least bring me that bar of soap if you're not going to shower."
Mulder walked over to where Alex's clothes lay in a heap and quickly
removed his own. Adding them to the top of the pile. Bending over, Mulder
grabbed two small cakes of rose scented soap and then joined Alex under the
waterfall, handing him his own small cube to use. The soap was handmade and
very rich with bits and pieces of red-rose petals, fragrant and colorful
throughout the small chunk. Mulder ran the soap over his hair and quickly
scrubbed out several days of dirt, then he washed the rest of his sweaty body.
He watched as Alex turned around, away from him, and washed his body before
going on to do his short hair. Mulder didn't bother to analyze why when
lathered up his hands with the pleasant smelling soap and then ran his fingers
through Alex's hair. The air was sweet with the smell of crushed roses and of
the sweet grasses that were strewn over the rough stones of the cavern floor.
Krycek froze, wondering if this was a game on Mulder's part. He kept
waiting for the smack to come next, but all he felt was Mulder's fingers
massaging his scalp. Alex let down guard and relaxed into the long fingers. He
groaned and moved his head around in a leisurely circle, then he slowly turned
himself around so that he was nose to nose with Mulder. The hot water splashed
over his head and carried away the sweet bubbles. "What are you doing?" Alex
asked softly, the sound of the running water almost drowning out his husky
words.
"What Cory told me to do." Mulder replied, his lips so close to Alex's that
they could have kissed. Instead, he simply smiled and stepped back a pace so
that he could see more of the Russian.
The younger man stepped to his left so the spray was no longer washing over
his head.
And Mulder wished that he had a camera with which to take a picture of
Alex. The triple agent had never looked more beautiful. His dark, chestnut
hair was almost black in the candlelight, and just a whisper of his glowing
eyes was visible in the dim setting. There were droplets of water running
trickling slowly down Alex's body and Mulder ached to reach forward and lick a
path downwards for one of the pearly beads to follow. Alex brushed away a trail
of droplets from his firm stomach with a sensuous hand.
Alex stood still for the silent inspection, and wondered what his partner
was thinking. The expression Mulder wore was one he had never seen before
tonight. He swept his eyes over Mulder appreciatively. Grinning at his
erection, Alex realized what Mulder was thinking about.
No more games.Alex thought. Out loud he asked, "What is it you
want, Mulder?"
"You." Immediately came the reply. Mulder snaked out a strong arm and
pulled the other man in for a kiss. He pressed his moist lips to Alex's and
they kissed almost chastely, mouths closed virginally. Mulder pulled his mouth
away and rested his forehead against Alex's and shut his eyes.
They fit together so perfectly. "Only you Alex. I only ever wanted you."
Krycek did not reply to Mulder's declaration. Not because he didn't want
to, but because he couldn't. He could not even find the words to say to Mulder
how much he had wanted this to happen between them, and for how long.
"Mulder,....I....." Finally he gave up trying to talk and kissed Mulder
again. This time, he pushed his tongue into Mulder's mouth and the agent
responded.
Their hands roamed the planes of each other's flesh in sightless discovery,
relying on their fingertips and their sense of touch to guide them along.
Mulder ran his tongue over Alex's whisker- stubbled jaw and then nibbled on the
Russian's ear, and Alex leaned his head to the side as Mulder kissed his way
down the muscled neck. Alex moaned in response to the kissing so Mulder,
encouraged, worked his way over to the other side. The men instinctively
brought their groins together and rubbed their erections over each other.
Finally, it was Alex who broke the spell of foreplay.
"Let's go to the pool and get comfortable."
"All right." Mulder could barely tear his lips away from Alex's neck long
enough to take the five short paces to the small, heated pool.
Krycek climbed in first and grinned up at Mulder, who was busy fishing
around in Cory's things again. He called to his companion. "There's a rock
ledge in here, we can sit." Then he submerged his whole body, right up so that
the water met the bottom of his jaw, murmuring, "Ahhhh" as he did so. Mulder
came across a small wooden box of what looked like plain tallow.
He smelled it, noted that it had no scent then rubbed some on his hand. The
cream did not sting or burn. Smiling, Mulder saw that a small amount of the
tallow had been used, he could guess what for too. No longer despising the
Englishman, Mulder instead praised him for his preparedness. Naked and exposed
to the cold air of the stone cave, Mulder's body grew chilled quickly. He gave
a shiver, then standing up, ran over to where Alex was soaking.
The Russian had his eyes closed, and opened them to watch as Mulder slid
into the black water next to him. Alex smiled and then closed his eyes after
he heard a satisfied, "Ahhh." come from Mulder in mimicry of his own
declaration.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Alex said casually.
"MmmHmmm." was all Mulder said.
After about ten minutes of silent soaking, Mulder turned and stared at the
relaxing Russian. Alex had his head thrown back, his eyes closed. His sensual
mouth was relaxed and his bottom lip looked larger than usual.
Small beads of sweat, caused by the heat of the water, had broken out on
his forehead. Mulder chewed at his bottom lip and then leaned over and lapped
up a drop of Alex's perspiration, not surprised that the droplet of water
tasted salty. Alex grinned, but did not open his eyes. Encouraged, Mulder
started to plant tiny, feathery kisses all over Alex's clean face. He made
sure to brush over all of the places that he had already been with his lips,
remembering exactly where the spots were that Alex liked to have touched.
For his part, Alex placed his hands at the back of Mulder's head and gently
guided his lover here and there over his neck and shoulders. He opened his
eyes finally and when he saw the pads of his fingers, he laughed.
"Am I tickling you?" Mulder murmured, his teeth busy with Alex's earlobe.
"No. But I think maybe we should take this party over to the furs I saw
near the fire pit."
Mulder pulled away and looked at Alex. "Why's that?" He asked. An amused
look slowly crept into his features when Alex held up his fingers and wiggled
them around.
"We're pruning up worse than my Baba...er...grandma." Alex slid out of the
water, the rest of his body all sleek and smooth like a seal.
Mulder followed and they both toweled off, using some soft but threadbare
pieces of cloth for towels.
Alex wrapped the cloth around his waist and quickly set about getting a
fire started in the pit. It was easily done as Cory, who seemed to be the type
to be prepared for anything and everything, already had a pyramid of dry
kindling waiting to be lit.
While Alex did that, Mulder, clad in the homespun the same way as his
companion was, collected up the box of tallow and laid it near the head of the
bedding. He picked up their clothes and laid them out flat on the other side
of the fire so they could dry.
From the corner of his eye he spotted a large peacock feather near a rock.
Mulder went to it and squatted down. He picked it up and ran the soft plumage
up his forearm. A naughty picture of Alex ran through his brain and a grin
broke out of him. Standing up, Mulder went back to the bedding and laid the
beautiful feather next to the tallow. He was ready ... now.
"Check the bed for vermin." Alex said in a mock English accent over his
shoulder. Then in a normal tone he said, "And I'll settle this fire down."
Mulder did as he was asked and was relieved to see that the bed contained no
critters. He climbed in and pulled the heavy bear fur back, waiting for Alex.
The Russian tossed the cloth that was wrapped around his waist aside and
got in to bed with Mulder. The men cuddled close together in an attempt to
bring up the temperature of their snug bed.
Once sufficiently warmed, Mulder took the initiative and rolled over so
that he was lying on top of Alex. Looking deeply into the Russians eyes, he
said, "I can't believe what's happened to us. I'm afraid to close my eyes, in
case all this is just a dream."
Alex ran his fingers slowly over Mulder's back and warm buttocks. "It's
real Mulder. I'm here, you're here, and we're together in a bear skin bed."
He pinched Mulder's cheek playfully but said more seriously, "If you're
going to regret this come tomorrow Mulder." Alex hesitated for a second.
"...Now's the time to say so."
"No." Mulder whispered softly. "No regrets. Not ever."
Cory and Alex's midnight experimental sex act with each other had shown
him his true feelings for Alex. It had taken him a long time to admit it, and
now he never wanted to go back to the way things had been. He leaned down and
pressed his mouth to Alex's. He gently pushed his erection back and forth over
Alex's as they French kissed with each other.
Alex's long fingers kneaded Mulder's ass, gently at first, then, as the
kiss deepened, with firmer fervor. Their mouths eventually separated and then,
Mulder kissed his way down Alex's warm, clean torso. When he reached Alex's
hard cock, he made no motion to lick up the pearly drops of pre-cum, nor did he
nibble around the head softly. No, Mulder wanted Alex's cock down his throat
immediately. He swallowed up the Russian and grinned around the dick in his
mouth at the murmured expletives Alex sent his way. He cupped Alex's balls and
squeezed them hard and within seconds he was swallowing down the triple agents
warm cum. Mulder sucked a few seconds longer then released Alex's spent penis
from its holding place. Mulder straddled Krycek at the waist. He stretched out
over top of Alex and groped for the feather that he had placed there earlier.
Sitting up again, Mulder displayed his prize to Alex. Then he wordlessly ran
the soft feather over the Russian's beautiful face. He trailed the feather's
path with light, barely there, airy kisses.
Alex closed his eyes and let his body experience the pleasure of Mulder's
feather and mouth working in a united effort to please him, and only him. Alex
brought his hand up to Mulder's cock which jutted out from his groin and was
dripping clear fluid on a small spot just atop of his belly button.
"Wait." Mulder asked. "Use this." He showed the small box of clear
tallow to the man below him. Alex smiled knowingly before he dug out healthy
gout of it out with his index finger. He knew what to do without being asked;
he spread the lubricant over Mulder's erection, giving him a slow, sensual hand
job. Mulder ran the feather over Alex's nipples and then he leaned down and
bit at both of them.
"Stop. I don't want to come yet," he said softly, his hair standing up in
wet spikes.
Alex chuckled, but he mercifully let go of his lover.
"Roll over." Mulder instructed getting off of Alex. Krycek flipped to his
belly. "On your hands and knees." The agent stared; captivated by the way
Alex rose erotically to his hands and knees. His eyes were riveted to the
Russians perfectly round, tight ass. Mulder ran the peacock feather over
Alex's back and buttocks.
Then he abandoned the blue and green tail feather and parting Alex's
cheeks, he ran his tongue over his small, buttonhole opening. His flavor was
incredible, unforgettable. The act elicited a shrill sigh from Alex, but
otherwise he hung his head down and said nothing. Fast, panting his only words
Mulder's tongue delved inside the warmth of Alex a few times, then, satisfied,
he rose to his knees and centered his cock at Alex's inviting entrance. He
fingered some of the slick into Alex and without even using his fingers to ease
the way first, Mulder pushed his large, plum sized head in and then buried
himself deeply inside of Alex, holding the man still by grabbing him firmly by
the waist.
Alex hissed in pain when he felt Mulder first enter him, and when he
realized that there would be no initial opening; he half shouted at the
excruciating pain, "Mulder, no, give me a second." But it was too late; Mulder
had already sunk himself in all the way.
Once in position, then Mulder rested, giving Alex time to adjust to the
intrusion. He leaned over and kissed Alex's smooth back, whispering in his
love's ear as he caressed him, "Is that better?"
Finally, the burning started to subside. "Yes," Alex answered,
breathlessly.
Mulder kissed Alex's neck one last time before straightening up. He knew
that it would only be a matter of seconds before he came. He was so painfully
close to orgasm from just entering Alex. One, two, three forceful thrusts were
all it took before Mulder screamed out 'Alex' and shot cum deep inside of his
lover.
Alex, exhausted, collapsed to his stomach from the dead weight of the man
on his back.
And the agent, spent, followed Alex down.
Mulder slowly eased himself out of Alex and reached over for a small piece
of cloth. He wiped himself with one piece and handed another over to Alex.
Mulder saw that there was a little bit of blood on his cock, and he suddenly
felt ashamed of the way he handled things. He had been so eager to fuck Alex's
sweet ass that he had dispensed with any and all appetizers and gone straight
for the main course. Mulder cleared his throat and said sheepishly.
"Alex... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get so aggressive with you"
Alex rolled over and faced Mulder. He looked at the hazel-eyed man
seriously for a second, but then his stern expression changed and he said,
lightheartedly, "That's all right. Judging by your behavior, I suppose I'm
lucky I got a blow job out of you." He kissed Mulder on the tip of his nose.
"But next time... I'm on top." Alex smiled, and just as he leaned in to
kiss his lover, a huge yawn escaped him.
Grinning, Mulder joined him in the yawn. He pulled Alex close to his chest
and said softly, "Let's get some shut eye."
Alex managed to answer with a whispered "Mmmm." Before falling into a
satisfied slumber.
The outlaws drank and ate until dawn, singing ribald ballads, and saying
their farewells until spring. Some of the outlaws would winter with relatives.
Others would spend the cold season in caves or in well-hidden huts in deep
forest. Robust Friar Tuck, he with the curious tattoo on his wrist, would
return to his abbey to brew and scribble in those scrolls in which he was
always writing.
Robin blinked his nearly white lashes over his pale blue eyes, which were
slightly reddened by cold and the smoke of the fire. Little John was back,
having left to dispose of the bodies with several other hardy men. Robin picked
up their belongings, hefting the skin sacks with a strength that belied his
slight stature.
"Aye, time to go, sweet Cory. Are ye sure that you don't want to winter
over with us?"
The outlaw chief and his lover stayed in a ruin of a castle, protected not
only by their deadly skills with the long bow, but by the haunts that were
rumored to abide in their shelter. Cory said, "Later, perhaps." He knew Rebecca
would welcome him for a visit and he could see this new student that she had
mentioned, some wench of comely looks and gamin mischief. Cory grinned,
thinking of Rebecca's bed as well as a certain minstrel who played well on a
fleshy harp.
Cory whistled softly as he traveled to his cave. He envisioned that odd man
who lusted after his double with those gangling limbs parted for him. Cory
enjoyed awakening the delights of playing bottom to a lusty man as much as he
enjoyed an occasional hard rider in his own saddle.
The whistle stopped as Cory pictured his mirror image lover lying naked,
his legs clutched tightly around Cory as Cory thrust his rod in and out between
the lovely hams. Cory's cock complained, his leather breeches suddenly too
tight. He stroked over the hardening flesh in promise as he imagined that face
so like his own, mouth agape with lust, breath steaming and eyes wild with
passion. Perhaps the mad sheriff of Febee might also be invited to play as
well. Cory stepped up his pace.
The immortal crept into the cave silently. He, having had the benefit of
being there many times over, knew just where to go to find his flint box and
candles. As he struck the stone, his eye was caught and attracted to
flickering lights upon the glittering mica that flecked the cave walls.
Smiling, he put the flint and candle back and stood up. He passed under the
stone arch and froze, grinning as he watched Alex and Fox sleep cuddled up
together, near the almost burnt out fire.
Crossing over to the sleeping men, Cory added some more, greener pieces of
wood to the fire, then quickly stripped out of his own foul clothing. Stepping
under the running hot water, the immortal used the same small cake of soap that
one of the strange men had and cleansed his body of the previous evenings
debauchery. Once clean, he dried himself with a large square of homespun
fabric, his eyes on the two lumps underneath the bear fur as he did so. A
devilish grin crossed his face as an idea, a naughty one, chock-full of sensual
images passed through his mind.
Padding over to the end of the large sleeping area, Cory squatted down and
then crawled underneath the fur and into the two stranger's bed via the foot of
it. Alex started awake instantly, but Cory, who was in the middle and facing
him, put a finger to his lips and mouthed 'Shhh' silently. Alex grinned at his
double, instantly seeing the advantages and possibilities to having another in
his and Mulder's bed.
Cory reached for a candle and his flint box to light it. His double shook
his head and fumbled in his odd clothing, producing a tiny wooden stick. He
struck this against a stone and it lit. Cory grunted in surprise, magic. It
didn't frighten him. Nothing much had since he'd woken as immortal.
Alex lit the stout candle and his face glowed in it. Cory placed the candle
above their heads so they would see each other. Cory kissed Alex on the lips
and then rolled away from him so that he was now spooning closely in behind
Mulder. Cory knew that Alex was in love with the man and he was curious to
find out just exactly why. Of course, it could be the man's natural good looks
or his dry wit that made Alex want Mulder so. But Cory, never the one to shy
away from anything, thought that perhaps it would be better to try to find out
first hand, what it was about Mulder that made Alex burn so hotly with desire
for him.
The immortal threw his right leg casually over Mulder's legs and ran his
clean toes up and down the others calf's and feet. Mulder mumbled and started
to come out of his sleep. The immortal kissed him on the back of the neck very
softly and then roamed his lips over to Mulder's well muscled shoulder and
kissed him there too.
Alex, feeling left out, crawled over top of both men and scooted back under
the covers, so that he was face to face with Mulder. He pushed in close to
Mulder and putting his arm around both men, ran his fingertips up and down
Cory's back and firm ass. He kissed the agent on the lips and gently pushed
his tongue inside of Mulder's mouth.
Mulder slept on, oblivious, his dreams filled with the sounds of running
water as he and Alex skinny dipped on the shore of a secluded, lily pad covered
lake. They were kissing, the warm water lapping at their naked flesh.
Mulder opened his eyes and discovered Alex was kissing him. As he finally
came fully awake, Mulder returned Alex's ardent embraces. A few seconds in to
the heated love making session, Mulder realized that he was the recipient of a
two pronged attack.
"Alex?" He whispered.
"Yes." Came the reply from the man in front of him.
"Cory?" Mulder quizzed.
"Right behind you man..." Came the laughing response from behind.
"What the?" Mulder tried to speak but Alex shushed him.
"Just go with it Fox...Pretend we're the Double-mint twins." Alex
whispered huskily before going back to kissing the questions right out of
Mulder. Reaching out blindly Alex found the small box of tallow. He dipped in
a finger and caught some on the tip then withdrew it.
Mulder closed his eyes to the images flickering dimly in candlelight and
let the two men stimulate him while he absorbed their attentions. Alex worked
the soft lotion over Mulder's sizable erection, and softly, slowly, kissing him
deeply all the while, began to masturbate him.
On the other side, Cory had found his little box too and was now gently
working a third finger into Mulder's welcoming ass. He pumped his slicked
fingers in and out of the agent for a few seconds then pulled them away and
replaced them with his cock. Mulder groaned and tensed for a beat, but then
loosened up his tightly clenched internal muscles. Cory reached his right arm
under Mulder's and brought his hand up to clutch the agent's shoulder.
He held on tightly and found his rhythm quickly. Alex worked his hand over
Mulder's cock, collecting up the pearls of clear fluid with his thumb and
rubbing them in too, creating a hot, wet orifice with his hand alone for Mulder
to fuck. The agent thrust his hips toward Alex and pushed his ass back toward
Cory, who had found the internal gland and was making sure that his cock raked
over it every time Mulder thrust backwards to him. Being fucked, and fucking
Alex's hand; the dual stimulations quickly brought Mulder to the edge then
pushed him over.
He let out a cry of relief as he released his seed over Alex's flexing
digits. The Russian pumped Mulder quickly, in short, forceful strokes as he
came and never once did his lips leave Mulder's.
Cory followed immediately afterwards and shot stream after stream of hot
cum inside of the dark haired stranger. As he reached orgasm, Cory bit down on
the top of Mulder's shoulder and created a red-purple mark there. He pulled out
and rolled to his back, feeling both relaxed and satisfied.
Mulder sighed contentedly and rubbed his hand down Alex's smooth hip and
side. He unconsciously brushed his fingers over the Russian's groin, and let
out a little squeak of surprise when his hand came in contact with a fully
erect, and weeping Alex. He still had not come. Mulder smiled at Krycek and
kissed the tip of his lover's nose. "I want to see you fuck Cory." He said.
"What?" Cory said, laying behind and beside the two men still.
"Yeah?" Alex ran the tip of his tongue over his lips.
"Yes." Mulder confirmed. Seeing Alex and Cory screw would have made him
jealous a few short hours ago, but now, it was a wet dream.
Alex crawled over Mulder and squeezed in between Cory and him. The
American propped his body up on one elbow and plucked up the almost empty box
of tallow. He put a small nugget of it on Alex and worked it in, in the very
same manor that Alex had done to him.
Cory, always ready to try something new, climbed on top of Alex and
straddled his hips. He made himself ready with some of his homemade concoction
and then, with Mulder holding onto Alex's cock to guide the way; Cory slowly
lowered his body down.
He did not hesitate, nor give himself time to adjust to the breech, he just
kept on slowly sinking down until the Russian was buried deep inside of him.
"Ahhh." He moaned at the pleasant intrusion.
Alex for his part, sighed heavily and held onto Cory's hips, but he let the
Englishman decide on the pace. Cory's insides were tight and warm and Alex
knew that it would not be more than a few seconds before he would have to cum.
Luckily, Cory never did anything half way or slowly. The immortal immediately
undulated his hips up and down setting a fairly fast pace early on.
Mulder leaned down and started kissing Alex's chest. Reaching out he
wrapped his unlubricated fist around Cory's cock; already erect again. He
clamped his mouth on Alex's left nipple and sucked on it while he pumped up and
down over Cory. Mulder flicked his eyes up and watched Cory as the Englishman
drew to his second orgasm. How alike he and Alex were, the visible differences
between them were very minuscule. Only their accents when they spoke
distinguished them markedly.
Alex grunted in pleasure and pushed Cory down firmly, impaling him further
on his cock. His legs straightened as he shot his load into his own double.
Mulder squeezed his fist tightly and that was it, Cory cried out in a broad
English accent that neither Alex nor himself could understand and shot his cum
over Alex's chest. Though not as big as his first orgasm, Cory still sent out
several good streams of juice. He immediately rolled to the right of Alex,
leaving the Russian in the middle. The three of them wiped up using a nearby
piece of cloth then pulled the large bear fur over them.
Mulder rolled over and Alex cuddled in behind him. Cory, needing just a
little bit more space to sleep in, rolled the other way and lay with his back
to Alex, but touched his cold bum to his double's. It was almost dawn but in
the dark cave, one would never know it. The three men, an immortal, a FBI agent
and a Russian spy fell asleep immediately without a second thought
about all the worries in the world.
Cory woke alone in his furry bed. His night's companions were gone. The
only trace, other than the satisfied ache and satiated languor that even an
immortal body would feel after such pleasant play, were those odd fire sticks
that his odd twin had displayed. Cory moaned in disappointment, but then, he
rose. There was the tower, Rebecca and the little, nimble-fingered student she
had described to him when he had last encountered the red-haired immortal.
There was the soft lips and hard cock of Rebecca's willing minstrel. And if he
became bored, then, a visit to Robin and Little John with the hope of a repeat
of two lovers abed with him would amuse him. Cory smiled. It was a good day. He
had no other kind.
Under the
Greenwood Tree
by Demi-X and Ursula
Scene One:
Who loves to lie with me,
And turn his
merry note
Unto the sweet bird's throat,
Come hither, come hither, come
hither:
Here shall he see No enemy
But winter and rough weather"
