"So." Drawled Mulder. "This place looks like it might have a phone inside."
He turned to Scully—whose blue eyes glistened like deep, un-polluted
pools of ocean water—were now glaring at him.
"Mulder. It's raining over the house and bats are flying in and out of the
belfry. " She said dryly.
"And your point is." His hazel/gold/green/brown/blue eyes were shining in
the pale moonlight.
"My point is, that it is a clear sky everywhere else. It's only raining
over top of the house. She gave him her best 'gimlet eye' stare, as apposed
to the three gin gimlets she drank earlier in the bar. "And besides, there
aren't any lights on in the house."
As if on cue, A light flicked on, clearly illuminating the front door.
Mulder grinned at his petite redheaded fiancé. "See. Someone's home." He
opened the car door and stepped out of the vehicle. He went up to the
decaying black picket fence gate and pushed it open. With an jaunty look
over his shoulder he hit a small button and his umbrella opened up
automatically. With Scully, standing under her umbrella, following closely
behind he started up the long cement walk to the front door.
"Mulder." Scully said.
"What?"
"How come even though were engaged we keep referring to each other by our
last names?"
"I don't' know. I'm only a brilliant, beautiful, slightly wacky, F.B.I.
profiler who's self centered and thinks that the whole world revolves around
me."
Scully shrugged her tiny, trench coat clad shoulders. He made sense to her.
"Mulder. " She said again after a second.
"What." Sighed Mulder.
"There's a skeleton hanging from that tree!"
"Well maybe the owners are big on Halloween."
"In March?"
"Well my mom's Christmas lights are still hanging on her gutters." Mulder
turned around and faced his fiancé, "Would you relax." He said. "There's
nothing to be afraid of, that person's long dead ."
"I'm not afraid of the skeleton you ass." She slapped the back of
Mulder's head, noting his sable/golden/chestnut/brown hair was silky and
smelled clean, "I want you to cut it down when we leave. I could use
another model for my students back at Quantico."
The pair walked by a black cat that was arching it's back and hissing at
them. Startle, Scully jumped but Mulder deftly bent over and picked up the
cat. "Pretty kitty." he murmured and petted it under it's chin.
"See Scully. It's only a cat." He showed her the felines face and then
kept on walking, but Scully was sure she had seen that sinister pussy's eyes
glow red.
"Evil beast." She hissed back at the kitty-cat.
Mulder tossed the cat aside and pushed the door bell and once he recovered
from the electrical current that had jolted through his large but lithe
swimmers body, the show tune Some where over the rainbow echoed back at
them.
The peeling, wooden door creaked open and a large, bespectacled, bald man
stood there eyeing them up and down. He was wearing nothing but a blue and
black merry widow corset, black fishnet stockings and blue stiletto heals.
Mulder stared back, wondering what on earth made the big man standing before
him think that those shoes went with his out fit. Didn't the imbecile know
that the rule of fashion was that your pantyhose and shoes always had to
match?
Scully swept her eyes up and down the burly man too. However, she busy was
wondering if the man had something in her size and possibly in red.
"Yes...?" Said the man, slapping a humongous dildo in the palm of his hand.
"Pardon us....I'm Fox Mulder and this is my fiancé` Dana Scully. Our car
broke down out front and we were wondering if we could come in and use your
telephone?"
"My name is Walter Skinner. And yes..." He said, "You can cum inside....."
He noticed that the petite, redheaded woman wearing a fashionably black
trench coat eyeing his dildo..."Do you like what you see?" He asked as he
opened the door wider so the pair could pass through the threshold.
"Actually. I do." Scully replied. "I was wondering if that's the Intimate
Treasures line of dildos. The XP-14 model. If so. I have one just like
that at home, except that it's pink and not black.
"Why Dana what good cerulean blue eyes you have...This is from the Intimate
Treasures line but it's the XP-18. Eighteen inches of rubberized pleasure."
He slapped the dildo against his palm one more time and the wrapped his
fist around it.
"Scully!" Cried Mulder. "I didn't know you played with toys."
Scully looked at Mulder and replied sensibly, "Heavens Mulder, I'll need
more than your paltry seven inches hard to satisfy me, especially after were
married." She look back at Skinner and raising her eyebrows and shook her
head softly. Silently thinking "What a twit."
"Here let's get your clothes off, you must be soaked from standing in the
rain." Skinner grabbed Mulder's over coat and yanked it off then he pulled
off his suit jacket and started to unbutton his shirt.
Mulder slapped the man's invading paws away and said, "But we were standing
under umbrella's, were not wet." He heard a soft plop beside him and he
turned and saw that his fiancé was standing in nothing but her matching
white bra and panties. Shrugging, he said, "What the hell." And then
shucked off his shoes, socks and pants. Leaving only his shirt and tie on.
Skinner, smiled at Mulder's runners build and said, "Were having a unveiling
party, come in and enjoy the festivities. Frohicke will fix your car." He
pulled a chord and somewhere a bell sounded. A little man wearing glasses
came sauntering into the foyer.
"You rang oh high and mighty one?" The little man said sarcastically.
"Go and fix Fox and Dana's car please. It's right out front."
"Anything you wish my follicly challenged boss." Frohicke bowed and
scampered away before Skinner could plant one of his stiletto's up his
ass...
"Come." Skinner said then walked away.
Both Mulder and Scully followed the man, each of them watching the satin
covered ass that was sashaying along seductively over the Italian tiled
floor ahead of them.
The pair entered a large, ornate ball room that was full of guests dressed
in various items of lingerie. A geeky blond man handed them each a glass of
wine and then walked away. Skinner in the mean time sang several catchy
rock and roll tunes and the eccentric crowd joined in. He wound up his
show by dancing a great finale and finishing at the end of a large tank.
The tank held a body wrapped in snow white bandages from head to toe.
Skinner cackled a sinister laugh while Langley and another minion named
Byers threw a bunch of switches. A
The next thing Mulder knew, Skinner was cutting away the wet fabric that hid
who ever it was that was underneath all that cotton.
"Behold" Shouted Skinner dramatically, just like his voice teacher had
taught him. "I give you Alex!" He pulled away the last bits of cloth that
concealed the face that went with the clearly masculine body and turned the
man around to face the crowd.
Mulder sucked in his breath. As Alex, who was just learning how to walk,
was staggering around all Mulder could think of was how much he wanted the
man before him. He had never seen anyone so beautiful, Alex had
jade/emerald/forest/moss green eyes and they were Mulder's very favorite
colour.
The newly built man was a vision of perfection, his muscles rippled and his
abs were ripped into a perfect six pack. However, the exemplary man had but
just one little thing wrong to mar his flawless body. It seemed that
Skinner forgot to attach his left arm. " Oh well," Mulder thought. Alex's
slight deficiency made him more vulnerable and even hotter to look at.
Alex stopped roaming around and came to a stand still in front of Mulder.
Licking his puffy, sensual lips suggestively, the in-experienced man
searched Mulder's eyes deeply and said to him, "Fuck me." His voice was
husky with sexual need even though he was only five minutes old.
"Okay." Mulder replied pleasantly, even though he was heterosexual. He
just had to have this man. In fact, his luck with women had been so shitty,
he figured he may as well as try a guy, what the hell, at least he knew what
all the parts were. Even his fiancé admitted that she needed a dildo more
than him. Not even thinking twice, Mulder grabbed Alex's hand and pulled
him toward a bedroom that was conveniently located near by.
Scully tried to protest, but Skinner restrained her. And after the men had
left, a huge orgy broke out and Scully, now insisting that she be called
"Mistress Dana" took Walter's dildo away from him and proceeded to show the
bald man just exactly, how many orifices such a monster could be utilized
in.
Meanwhile back in the bed room, Mulder and Alex rolled around a large four
poster bed covered in a large green feather quilt. They had just finished
declaring their undying love for each other, both pledging never to be apart
and then sealed their pact with a ten minute lip lock.
Fox seemed to forget that before Alex was created he had been engaged to a
headstrong, opinionated firecracker of a woman. But it no longer mattered,
all that did was that he and Alex stay together and fuck like no other two
people in love could. They broke apart briefly, searched each other's eyes
once again, then, knowing what the other wanted, grabbed each other tightly
and began necking again. Swapping spit by the old 'sticking my tongue down
your throat' method. After another ten solid minutes of kissing and giving
each other hickey's any where and every where, Mulder flipped Alex over and
ran his tongue over his tight/itsy-bitsy/teeny-weeny pink, puckered love
hole.
Alex screamed at the pure pleasure of having a tongue run over his ass.
And forgetting that he was a complete virgin yelled "Ride me cowboy!"
To which Mulder completely complied. He grabbed his seven inch cock—wich
had inexplicably and suddenly increased in length to a full ten inches—
guided the weeping/ seeping/ dripping head of his cock inside Alex's tight
hole.
The green-eyed man hollered out his encouragement and with out a drop of
lube to ease the way, Mulder pushed in and rode his mechanical bull hard.
Just before expelling his perfectly controlled orgasm, Mulder grabbed Alex's
ten inch cock and masturbated him in time to his thrusting hips.
Amazingly, both men shot off loads of creamy/white/milky love juice at the
exact same time.
Spent, Mulder flopped over on Alex's perfectly muscled back and started to
fall asleep, like every man does after a good cum.
Alex elbowed him over and then cuddled in behind his new lover. He fit
Mulder's enhanced, swimmer's body perfectly. After resting for an hour, the
two men got up to join in with the others in the ball room.
However, they were too late and the orgy was over. Every one had left
except for Walter and Dana, who were cuddled up on some cushions. Dana was
wearing a red corset and Walter was still in his black and blue one, but his
shoes and ill matching stockings were long gone.
"Scully." Mulder said.
The red head look up, "Yes."
"I'm leaving you for Alex. He's my one true love."
Scully frowned for a second, then thought that it must be true love if he
was using the man's first name. She shrugged her shoulders, what the hell,
she preferred Walter to Mulder any ways. After all the kinky man had a
humongous dildo collection and he didn't mind sharing them. Besides,
Mulder never looked very good in women's lingerie anyway. "Okay." She
agreed happily.
Mulder turned to Alex and said, "See. I told you she would understand." He
grabbed his beautiful lover and the two of them began to french kiss,
totally uncaring that there were people watching them.
"Ahem" Croaked Frohike.
Alex and Mulder finally broke apart. "Yes." Mulder asked somewhat
irritated at the toady man.
"Your car is fixed." He said as he hand the keys back to Mulder.
"Thanks. What was wrong with it?"
"It was out of gas you dip shit." Frohicke shook his head then walked away,
wondering how the F.B.I. agent managed to function in the real world.
"Oh. Okay." Mulder grabbed Alex's hand, "Come stud....I'm going to take
you home so I can fuck you silly on my leather couch in front of my fish."
Alex merely smiled and followed. Just before walking out the door, Mulder
turned and called out "Oh and Scully? No hard feelings? Right."
But Scully didn't bother to answer because she was to busy feeling up
something hard on Skinner.
"Oh well... All's well that ends well." Mulder said as he pinched one of
Alex's copper, penny sized nipples and then shut the door behind himself.
THE END. (Thank Christ eh?)
The ALex Krycek Picture Show
by Demi-X
It was a dark and stormy night. Mulder's Ford Taurus limped slowly along
and then gave a one last, final dying gasp in front of a house so scary it
made the Bates motel look like a comfort inn. The large mansion was so
decrepit and derelict that not even the Adams' family or their t.v. cousins
the Munsters' would be brave enough to sleep there. Short of a sign out
front declaring There be spirits in thy yonder house every thing about the
two story mansion screamed death and danger ahead of you.
