"Nothing," Alex grumbled, pouting as he shook off Mulder's touch.
Mulder sat down next to Krycek and rubbed the younger man's leg. Krycek shot
him a look that would have killed a weaker man.
"Leave me alone. I said nothing's wrong."
"Okay." Mulder sat back and picked up the remote. As he absently flipped
through the channels, he racked his brain, trying to figure out what could be
pissing off his partner.this time.
"Did I say something wrong?" Mulder asked softly, as he raised a hand to rub
the back of Krycek's neck. "Is it something I did?"
Krycek looked at him and Mulder could see that he was on the verge of tears.
He had never seen Alex cry before, and he started to worry that whatever it
was that was bothering him might be more than could be handled in one night.
He turned off the television and turned his full attention to his distressed
lover.
"Alex, talk to me. What's wrong?"
"It's stupid. You'll think I'm being an idiot and I'd rather not listen to
your passive aggressive condescending bullshit." With that, he stood up and
went into the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him.
Mulder sat on the sofa, his mouth open in shock at the sudden outburst. What
the hell had he done now? As much as he tried to think if he'd forgotten any
important dates or if Alex had asked him to do anything for him, he honestly
could not think of something that would cause this kind of display.
He walked toward the bedroom and turned the knob. It was locked.
"Alex, let me in. Come on." He knocked on the door. "Alex, I'm sorry for
whatever I did to you. Please open the door and tell me what's wrong."
"Leave me alone," a muffled voice replied.
Sighing, Mulder returned to the couch and flopped down. He turned the
television back on and settled in for a night on the couch. It was the first
time in months he hadn't slept in the bedroom. Oh well, he'd live.
The next morning, Mulder was awakened by the sounds of Alex bustling around
the kitchen. Great, he thought to himself, at least he's over whatever's
bugging him. He stood up and went into the kitchen and saw Alex preparing an
omelet. Mulder licked his lips. It was a Denver, his favorite.
"Morning, babe." He kissed Alex on the cheek. "That looks great."
"Thanks."
"So, you're feeling better?" Mulder put his arms around Alex and kissed the
back of his neck. He felt Alex tense at the contact.
"I'm fine. Excuse me."
Mulder moved his arms to let Alex get a plate and watched as he slid the
perfect omelet onto it. He took a fork out of the cutlery drawer and placed
it on the plate.
"Aren't you going to-" before Mulder could take the food, Alex had picked it
up and taken it into the bedroom. Mulder heard the door lock again. Since
they'd been living together, Alex had always cooked breakfast for the both of
them. Obviously he was still pissed off.
"Alex!" Mulder pounded on the bedroom door. "I want you to tell me what the
hell is wrong with you. This is ridiculous."
He heard the door unlock and waited patiently. The door opened and Alex
stood there looking at him defiantly.
"You are rude."
Mulder frowned. Suddenly he was getting etiquette lessons from Alex Krycek?
"Excuse me? What are you talking about?"
"You're rude. Actually," Alex raised a finger, as if he had a second
thought, "you're not. You're just insensitive. There's a difference."
Mulder put his hands on his hips and narrowed his gaze. "I still have no
idea what you're talking about."
"No surprise there. Let me ask you something."
"Go ahead."
"Last night we went to Scully's house for dinner, right?"
Mulder rolled his eyes. "Of course we did. You were there, Alex. Get on
with it."
"She had guests there besides us, correct?"
Mulder crossed his arms in front of his chest and didn't answer.
Alex continued. "Now, you and I took a dessert over, didn't we?"
Mulder nodded. "Yes, Alex. It was a very delicious devil's food cake you'd
made with your very own, lovely hands."
"Don't be sarcastic or you're sleeping on the couch again."
Mulder pursed his lips together and looked expectantly at the angry man in
front of him.
"Now, after dinner, didn't we have that cake for dessert?"
Mulder nodded his head slowly, wondering where this was going.
"And everyone raved about it, right?"
Another nod. Mulder hoped that Alex was going to make his point soon.
"And when Scully said that you'd brought it and everyone told you it was
wonderful, do you remember what you said?"
Mulder frowned. Now he was completely lost. "What? How should I know what
I said?"
"You said 'Thank you' and that it was 'nothing'."
"So?"
"So.you didn't even mention that I'm the one who made it. I know they're all
your friends, Mulder, but you could have at least mentioned that you didn't
just traipse in there with dessert on your own without any help from me."
Mulder's jaw dropped open. "That's what all this is about? Because I didn't
say you made a damn cake, you're pissed off at me?"
"It's not just that. No one thanked me. They all acted like you were flying
solo."
"But Alex, you were there. They know that I don't bake. You heard them say
how good it was."
"Yeah, but they were talking to you. It's not the same getting it second
hand."
"Alex, I didn't realize you were so petty, babe."
"You know, I hate how much it bothers me too, and I figured you'd think I was
being ridiculous. Never mind." He slammed the door shut and locked it.
Mulder groaned and knocked on the door. "Alex, what do you want me to do?
I'm sorry. I apologize for other people's actions that I have no control
over. Forgive me because my friends talk to me more than they talk to you
because, as you know, I control the actions of every person on the fucking
planet."
The door opened quickly. "Are you being sarcastic?"
Without a word, Mulder pushed his way into the bedroom and shoved Alex until
he fell backwards onto the bed.
"Yeah, I am. And now I'm going to make it up to you." He started to unzip
his pants.
Alex propped himself up on his elbows and eyed him, warily. "Okay, but I'm
still mad at you."
"Okay," Mulder said, quickly shedding the rest of his clothes before climbing
onto the bed, straddling Alex's legs. He started to undo Alex's zipper.
"Oh, and sweetie?"
"Yeah?" Alex replied as he started taking off his shirt.
"When I make you come, no need to thank me."
Alex grabbed Mulder's cock, trying to hide a smile and failing miserably.
"Shut up."
END
Feeling Fwagile
by Fwankie
"What's wrong, love?" Mulder placed a hand on Krycek's shoulder. The look
on his lover's face was definitely a frown and considering he was watching
"Full House", Mulder didn't think that the mood suited the situation. Or
maybe it did.
