I didn't feel like dying tonight, so I couldn't go home. My apartment
was currently being remodeled courtesy of some nameless, faceless thugs,
who had probably been ordered to shoot me the second I walked in the
front door. I don't know what I'd done to piss off so many people, but
I was used to being hunted. I silently thanked whatever force had seen
fit for me to notice the lights on in my apartment and the shadows
moving behind the thin curtains. Looks like I'd have to move again.
Where to go until I could head back and gather my minuscule belongings?
The bars where I usually hung out held no appeal for me. Truth be told,
all I wanted was to go back to him and beg his forgiveness for leaving
him. It was such an unfamiliar feeling for me. I didn't give a shit
about anyone and here I was worrying about what he thought of me and how
could I make it up to him. I got lost in my thoughts as I wandered the
streets, finally ending up in front of his building. Now what? Could I
just go up there and act as if nothing had happened the last time I saw
him? How the hell could I act like I hadn't told him I loved him then
left him? Shit. Life had been so much easier before I started acting
like a human being again. It had gotten me burned once before and now
it was coming back to bite me in the ass.
I stared up at his window a few moments then crossed the street to the
pay phone. There was always the chance that he wasn't home. Maybe I
could just hide out for a few minutes and then leave. If I couldn't be
with him, I could at least be around his things. Dialing the number I
knew by heart, I counted the rings and waited for the machine to pick up
so I could hear his voice.
"Mulder." Shit. Why the hell was he home?
"Hello?" He sounded tired and I wondered if I'd woken him up.
There was a lengthy pause but I didn't want to hang up until he did.
"Alex? Is that you?" How the hell did he do that? Now I couldn't hang
up because he'd know for sure that it was me.
"Please say something."
I figured he could already hear my heart beating, he didn't need to hear
my voice too.
"Who is this?" His voice was angry now. Finally he slammed the phone
down. I kept the phone pressed to my ear. I could still feel him
there.
After I hung up the phone, I stayed in the shadows, still watching his
window. A few minutes later, I saw him come out the front door to his
building. I had to stop myself from running to him and telling him that
I was a fucking idiot. I was ready to slap the shit out of myself for
feeling like such a sap. I managed to keep still and saw him head down
the street. Now was my chance, I guess.
It didn't take me long to pick the lock. I knew I didn't have much
time, but it would make me feel better just to spend a few moments here.
I opened the door and walked in. I inhaled deeply....he'd just been
breathing this air. I could smell him everywhere and feel him inside
me. I didn't want to exhale, to let go. I went into his kitchen and
found his tequila. I'm sure I'd have time for one little drink. I took
a swig straight from the bottle and relaxed as the liquor warmed and
comforted me, it's hot fingers spreading through my body. I took
another quick drink and put the bottle away. I opened his fridge to see
if he had anything good to eat. There are some things man wasn't meant
to see and the inside of Fox Mulder's refrigerator was one of them.
Shuddering, I walked into the bedroom and lay down with a groan. I was
so tired and angry...and horny. Every breath I took filled my nostrils
with his smell and I imagined him here with me, his lips on my throat,
his hand traveling slowly down my chest, over my stomach, creeping lower
until it trailed over my crotch. God, I wanted him. I wondered if he'd
know I'd been here.
I opened my eyes at the sound of the front door opening. Fuck! I'd
fallen asleep. I looked at my watch and saw that I'd been out for half
an hour. I had no time to do anything but try to hide in his bedroom
closet and hope he'd fall asleep on the couch, allowing me to slip out
unseen. I couldn't let him see me after the way I left him. If I saw
him and we started talking, I'd be lost again. I desperately wanted to
touch him, hold him, make love to him, but I couldn't ruin his life by
letting him love me.
I slipped into the closet and looked out the slightly open door. I
heard the door close and was surprised to hear two voices.
"Wow, Fox, you have a nice place," a male voice said. I immediately
tensed and felt my stomach turn. He wouldn't do that to me.
"Thanks," I heard Mulder grunt, noncommittally.
"Where's the bedroom?"
My heart lurched at hearing those words and I was sure I'd be sick. How
the fuck could he say he loved me, then go and find someone else to
share his bed? Fox, you piece of shit. Why did you forget about me so
quickly?
"For someone who doesn't do a lot of this, you're pretty sure of
yourself, Michael."
He'd picked up some shitfaced fucker in a bar and he knew his name? I
could understand the anonymous fuck, and that's what made it so good —
the anonymous part. Once you knew a name, there was some kind of
intimacy present that wasn't there before to fuck things up. He knew
his goddamn name! I still hadn't seen the little shit, but I was ready
to shoot him. And Fox. He wasn't going to fuck me over anymore. My
hand crept around to the back of my jeans where I kept my partner in
crime and I touched it, running my fingers over its cool, hard
assurance. Two bullets and I'd be outta here.
I pulled my gun out completely and held it in my steady hand. Soon I
saw my two targets as they stumbled into the bedroom, both drunk and a
little uneasy on their feet. When I saw the prick with Mulder, I
couldn't believe my eyes. He looked like a smaller, younger, wussier
version of me. It was all I could do to not burst out laughing at
Mulder's shitty taste in men. For just a moment I wondered if that
meant anything. Did he miss me? No, he wouldn't now that he had
someone else to screw. I was out of the picture for good. My mouth was
suddenly dry and it hurt when I tried to swallow. I'd have to do this
fast and then get out of here.
I hesitated as I watched Mulder fall onto the bed and pull the other guy
down with him. I felt my insides twist into knots at the sight of the
man I'd confessed my love to, kissing someone else the way he kissed me.
He'd said he loved me and here he was, ready to fuck some guy he'd just
picked up. I guess romance really was dead.
I couldn't stop watching the way this Michael guy was all over my Fox.
He was so hot for him and it was like watching myself kissing him,
sucking and licking those lips. My groin started to throb with the
familiar, painful ache of arousal as I looked at them on the bed. I
felt a slight twinge of hope at the look on Mulder's face. It told me
that he just wanted to fuck the guy and couldn't be bothered with
anymore foreplay. I was shocked when Mulder pulled Michael off him,
winding a fist in the kid's hair and yanking on it brutally. That sight
made my cock twitch and I fell even more deeply in love with the man I
was doing such a shitty job of forgetting. I could forgive him if he'd
just do something to show me he didn't care about this loser. I almost
came in my pants when Mulder forced Michael face down on the bed and
started pulling the kid's pants down.
"What are you doing?" The kid's voice was whiny and scared. I was so
tempted to go out there and shove my dick down his throat just to make
him shut up.
"I think you can figure that out," Mulder said as he undid his jeans and
released his erection. He fumbled through his pockets and took out a
condom and some lube, applying both to his beautiful cock.
"Are you going to hurt me?" His voice shook. Mulder would never hurt
him. Badly.
"What the fuck do you think?" Mulder sounded so angry and turned on as
he spread the kid's legs. "Just keep quiet." He placed the head of his
penis to Michael's asshole.
"Please, don't do this!" Michael whined. He tried to buck Mulder off
him. "I don't want it like this."
"Sure you do. You wanted me so much just a second ago." Mulder's voice
was hoarse with excitement. I wanted nothing more than to see him
finish this. When he suddenly ripped into him, making him scream in
pain at the intrusion, I lowered my free hand to the button of my jeans
and undid them slowly. I slipped my hand inside and took a firm grasp
of my hard, leaking cock. I watched Mulder as he viciously pumped in
and out of the helpless kid underneath him and started to stroke my cock
in rhythm with his movements. I tightened my grip and squeezed as I
sensed Mulder growing closer and closer to orgasm. Soon Mulder's body
shook and he screamed out as he climaxed at the same time I did. I had
to bite down on my lip to stop from screaming his name. I wiped my hand
off on my jeans and watched him as he leaned forward and stroked
Michael's hair, murmuring something. I listened carefully and realized
he was saying my name.
"Alex, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. Don't leave me."
The kid was sobbing as he lay under him. What the hell was his problem?
Wimp.
"My name's not Alex, you sick son of a bitch!" Michael struggled to
free himself, but Mulder wasn't letting up. He just kept his eyes
closed and started moving his hips against the kid's ass. He was still
saying my name.
I felt myself getting hard again despite my recent orgasm. Hearing him
say my name like that and seeing the way he was gently touching Michael,
I wanted him so badly. I didn't give a shit about why I'd left him.
Tonight he'd shown me that he was just as bad as I was. We were two
sides of the same coin. I'd watched him rape a stranger and we'd both
gotten off on it. I opened the door.
Michael saw me first. "God, no. Please! Just let me go! I won't tell
anyone what he did."
Mulder opened his eyes and looked at the man beneath him, a puzzled
expression on his face. He followed the kid's gaze until he saw me
standing there, pants open, gun still in hand.
"Alex?" He sat up quickly.
I smiled, then aimed the gun at Michael and pulled the trigger. The
hollow point made short work of his head.
Mulder jumped off the bed in shock. "What the hell did you do that
for?" He reached down and put a hand on Michael's back. "I wasn't
finished with him."
I shrugged. "I didn't want to take the chance that he'd talk. You've
got your reputation to think about."
"Um, and you killing him in my apartment will help me how, exactly?
What the fuck am I supposed to do about the body?"
That's what I loved about Fox. No one knew that he had a darker side
than they could ever imagine. I could shoot a man in his apartment and
he wouldn't be worried about what I'd done because of any moral
standing. He just wanted to know what I'd do with the body.
"I'll take care of it." I looked at the blood and bits of brain and
bone which had splattered all over his bed and part of the wall. "You
should clean up." I said, pointing to a smear of blood on his arm.
He ignored what I said and instead stepped toward me, putting his arms
around me. "Are you back for good?" He bent his head and slowly licked
the side of my neck.
I sighed and put a hand on the back of his head, stroking his hair. I
loved how soft it felt under my fingers. "Fox, I cannot stay here with
you. There were some men at my apartment tonight. That's why I ended
up coming here. I needed someplace to hide." I spoke quickly, afraid
that I wouldn't get the cleanup finished if I let him distract me.
He looked at me. "That's the only reason?" Smiling, he moved his hand
down to cup my ass and gave it a hard squeeze.
"Mmm, yeah. That's all. I had no desire to be around anything to do
with you. I didn't want to smell you or feel you around me. I didn't
need to just be in the same room with your things." I don't know why I
felt the sudden need to ramble on about the way I felt about him. It
was so unlike me and I was starting to get worried. I'd been too quick
to let my guard down the last time we were together and I didn't want to
make the same mistake again. As much as I loved him, he couldn't know
the extent to which I'd go to have him and keep him safe.
"You—you wanted to be near me?" He sounded surprised and so
vulnerable. I could almost forget this was the same man who until
recently treated me without regard and who acted as if he didn't want
anything to do with me.
"Yeah, but don't get too excited. Every once in a while I like to go
someplace familiar. Doesn't mean that much."
The look in his eyes told me I'd hurt him and it felt like a punch in
the gut. I didn't have time for that now. I had a body to clean up.
"Look," I removed myself from his embrace, "let me take care of your
guest and then I'll be back." I turned to go when I felt him grab my
arm and pull me to him again.
"Let me help you. I want to know what you do when you have to take care
of things like this." His eyes were suddenly glazed over with
excitement. I wondered if he was going to get off on the more sinister
aspects of my life. My cock started to throb with the unspoken promise
of hot sex in some alley next to a dumpster containing a dead body.....a
body that had been put there by me and my lover...
"I don't know if I should compromise you like that. The less you know,
the better."
A smile crept across his face and settled in. "Alex, my love, I just
saw you shoot a man in the head at close range for no apparent reason.
I know everything." He started kissing my neck. "Now, will you let me
help you to get rid of him?" His hand slid down to rub the front of my
jeans. I moved into his touch.
"Fox, you're an agent for the United States government. You're risking
your job."
I gasped as he bit my neck. "Fuck my job." He grabbed my hardening
cock and started to squeeze it. "Let's fuck."
Not one to pass up a golden opportunity, I started kissing him,
thrusting my tongue into his receptive mouth. I could taste his arousal
and excitement at what was transpiring and wondered if I should be
concerned. I immediately dismissed that thought when he started sucking
my tongue. Goddamn, if he wasn't the most distracting man I'd ever met.
I moved my hand down and took hold of his dick, squeezing gently. He
broke our kiss.
"Not here, " he whispered.
"Couch?" I asked, feeling a little lightheaded.
He shook his head and looked at his bed.
"What the fuck—"
He covered my mouth with his hand. "Come on, Alex. Let's fuck next to
the guy you just killed. I've done it on a grave before, but never
anything like this."
I must have looked horrified because he immediately backed off.
"I'm sorry."
"Fox, what's wrong with you?"
"I hate my job. I hate my life. I want something to make me forget
everything. I want you to be with me forever. I want to fuck your
brains out next to a dead man." He laughed. "I'm a sick fucker."
I thought about what had just been running through my head. I smiled
when I realized that he was basically saying the same thing I'd been
thinking. We were so much more alike than I think either of us knew.
"No, you're not." I stroked the side of his face. "Let's get his body
out of here and then we'll see what happens."
He helped me to wrap the kid and all the blood soaked bed clothes in a
comforter. Then we wiped down the wall and cleaned up any remaining
blood. He'd probably have to buy a new mattress. I guess I could pay
for it since it was my fault. After making sure that the apartment was
clean, we took everything downstairs and put the bundle in his car. At
this time of night, the few people on the streets were too drunk to
notice two men carting a body shaped lump across the street and into the
trunk of a car. I loved big cities.
Mulder drove us to a remote area of the city where people who valued
their lives didn't go after dark. It was my kind of place. I was one
of the reasons people didn't want to go there. I was what came out when
the sun went down.
We drove into an alley and found a dumpster. We unloaded the body and
with an easy heave ho, the problem was solved. To make sure there
wouldn't be any trace evidence left behind, I doused the body with
gasoline. I'd light it up after Fox and I had our fun.
I turned to him. "Gee, Mulder, will you still respect me in the
morning?"
"Oh, yeah," he grinned. "I love you, Alex. And I'll love you even
more if we do something to make me remember this night."
"Oh, the fact that you're an accessory to first degree murder isn't
memorable enough?"
"Shut up." His voice was playful but his eyes were all business. The
darkness swirling around them almost scared me. I'd never loved anyone
as much as I loved him at that very moment. He shoved my back against
the dirty wall of the alley and his hand slid down, stroking my already
hard dick. I'd dreamt of his touch ever since I'd left him and as he
held me, I knew I belonged with him.
"Fox, I—"
He put a finger to my lips then got on his knees and gently nuzzled my
erection. "Don't ever leave me again." The sound of his voice and the
softness of his lips as they softly kissed the head, made me surrender.
"I love you so much right now, Fox." I stroked his hair and he went
down on me completely. I groaned and started to move my hips, my dick
sliding in and out of his hot, wet mouth. God, the way my body reacted
to him was amazing. He moved his hands around to my ass, holding on as
I continued to fuck his mouth. The feel of his tongue as it flicked
across the underside of my cock made everything that had happened
tonight worth it. I already felt my orgasm building and threatening to
end this before I could do what I wanted to him. As if reading my mind,
he released me from his mouth and looked up at me. He ran his hands up
and down my thighs and stood up slowly.
"Fuck me, Alex." He slid his tongue over my bottom lip and teeth as he
spoke.
I reached down and undid his jeans, taking out his rock hard cock.
"You've been a bad boy tonight," I whispered. "At least I've never
raped anyone before."
He smiled. "Yeah, just murder for you, huh?"
"Uh huh. Now face the wall."
He moved quickly. I yanked his jeans down and reached a hand around to
grab his dick. I covered my fingers with the come leaking from the
head, then spread the cheeks of his ass, pushing my finger into his hot,
tight opening. "How do you want it?" I asked, moving my finger around
inside his heat.
"Any way you want to give it to me. Just do it."
I couldn't wait a minute longer and plunged into him the same way he had
the poor bastard who was now so much garbage.
"Aaahh.....Alex!" He cried out, but it wasn't in pain. I pulled out
slowly then thrust back into him. He started begging me to fuck him
faster and soon I was pumping so hard I was afraid I'd fuck him right
through the wall.
"You like it rough, don't you, Fox?" I could barely speak as I my cock
moved in and out of his tight ass. He nodded and I felt his muscles
clenching around my cock. "I missed fucking you." I buried my face in
his hair as I felt an orgasm shoot through his body.
"Alex! Fuck....I love you....."
"Shit....I can't.....Fox!" My cock pumped into him one more time before
my climax ripped through me like a knife. My body convulsed as I shot
my come deep inside him. I pulled out of him and held him closer
against me.
"I love you, Fox." I kissed his sweaty neck, biting him gently.
He moved his hand around to grab the back of my neck and push my mouth
and teeth harder against his neck. "Why did you leave me?"
My heart sank at the pitiful sound of his voice. "I told you why in my
note."
"That would never happen. I would never look at you and regret what I'd
done."
"I know that now." I turned him around. "I finally know that you could
never judge me for being who I am."
He put his hands on my face. "But will you judge me?"
"Never." I put my hands on his hips and he pulled my head toward him
for a kiss. Our lips had barely touched when I heard sirens in the
distance. "We should get going." He nodded.
"So," he said, refastening his jeans and adjusting himself, "what does
this mean?"
I frowned at him as I zipped up. "Hmm, I guess you're stuck with me.
You make a hell of an accomplice, you know that?"
"You have no idea. Now," he said, looking at the dumpster, "where are
your matches?"
I dug through my jacket pocket and handed him a Strike Anywhere. He
walked over to the dumpster, lit the match off his zipper, then calmly
tossed it onto the gasoline soaked bedclothes. With a whoosh, the kid's
body was soon engulfed in flames. I wasn't too worried about the fire
being called in. Around here, no one gave a shit about anything that
happened outside their homes, so it would have a good long time to burn.
"You ready to go home?" Fox's voice interrupted my thoughts.
I nodded. "Yeah. Let's go."
We got into the car and he turned the key to start the engine. Before
he put the car in gear, I took his hand and brought it to my lips.
Staring at him, I kissed the back of his hand then placed it back on the
gearshift. His face lit up and I knew I'd done the right thing.
Lying
by Frankie
Part III
Alternate Version
Cruel Inventions I
