Krycek smiled as he walked up to the driver's window.
"Thanks for stopping." He shook hands with the driver.
"I'm having a little car trouble."
The man inside the car looked past Krycek to the now
dead Ford Taurus on the side of the road. "Yeah, I can
see that. What happened?"
"I'm not sure. We were driving, and suddenly there was a
loud pop and the car just quit. My friend started
walking to find help, but that was four hours ago."
"There's nothing around here within walking distance,"
the man said, looking at Krycek's body appreciatively.
"I can give you a ride so we can look for your friend."
The look didn't go unnoticed by Krycek. "That would be
great, thanks. Let me get my things out of the car."
He walked back to the car to grab his and Mulder's
briefcases. He picked his shirt up and put it back on.
Walking back to the car, he noticed the driver was
staring at him intently. Alex got into the car and
smiled at him. "I really appreciate this. My name's
Alex, by the way."
"Jack. Nice to meet you, Alex," he said, returning
Krycek's smile. "Now let's look for that friend of
yours."
Before too long, they saw a lone figure in the distance,
walking along the side of the road.
"Could that be him?" Jack asked.
"Yeah, but I thought he'd have gotten farther than
that," Krycek said, squinting into the desert heat.
They pulled up next to him. Mulder didn't look at the
car, but instead kept up his steady pace. The car
stopped, and Krycek had to get out and yell Mulder's
name to make him stop. Mulder turned around slowly, and
Krycek held back a gasp when he saw his partner's
condition. There was a long, deep gash just over his
right eye that had bled profusely but now was covered in
caked blood. His lower lip was swollen and there was
split on the left side. His right eye was bruised and
puffy. It looked like he'd been beaten within an inch of
his life, yet somehow he had managed to keep walking.
"Mulder," Krycek finally said, walking over to help his
partner. "What happened to you?"
Mulder started to answer then collapsed into Krycek's
arms.
The sun's rays poured down like molten metal, turning
the afternoon into a dull red hell. The road shimmered
and dust devils flew around them. Mulder stood eyeing
the two of them vacantly, and Krycek felt a pang of
foreboding run through the pit of his stomach. Mulder
appeared to be conscious, but there was obviously
something the matter with him. The usually alert,
intelligent hazel eyes appeared unfocused, as if there
were a film over them. He was bruised and battered and
the cut over his right eye that extended up past his
hairline, made him look sinister.
Mulder swayed a little, then turned and began to stagger
on down the road. Alex was stunned, and lost a few
moments watching his progress. Suddenly he realized what
Mulder was doing, and pelted up the road after him. As
he reached the bruised and bloodied man, Alex grabbed
his shoulder to restrain him. Mulder whirled, pulled
back his fist and swung clumsily at Alex.
"Mulder, what the fuck...?" Alex found himself ducking
as Mulder took another swing at him. The other man had
his face set in a bestial snarl that made Alex feel very
nervous. Knowing that Mulder's present weakened state
would allow him to easily control the older man's
violence, Alex stepped in and caught the flailing fist.
Twisting to one side and turning the arm into a lock
that would prevent Mulder from moving unless he wanted
it broken, Krycek tried to get through to him.
"Mulder? What happened? What's going on here?" Mulder
still did not seem to be looking at him, or indeed at
anything. His eyes remained vague and glassy. Alex
twisted the arm and forced Mulder to the car, and at
that point the older man rebelled, yelling and screaming
incoherently as Alex attempted to settle him in the
backseat.
"Mulder, come on Mulder, you're not making any sense!"
Alex was still attempting to snap him out of whatever
was ailing him. Mulder's shrieks became hoarse, and he
finally broke down into whimpers. Alex got him settled
in the car and climbed in beside him. As the car pulled
away, Mulder shrank into the corner of the vehicle and
cowered. Alex shook his head in bafflement as he watched
his partner's strange behavior.
Jack put the vehicle into gear, and the car began to
move forward through the heat and the glare. Krycek was
conscious of the sweat that continued to trickle down
his spine, and the shirt plastered to his back. He
glanced at Mulder, who was now apparently in some sort
of trance, staring into space unblinkingly. Meeting
Jack's eyes through the rear view mirror, he noticed
that the driver was staring at him. He wriggled
uncomfortably.
"How long until we make it to civilization?" Alex felt
as if he had to speak, break the silence and give the
man some reason to be eyeing him up so intently.
"You won't find civilization in these parts, Buddy!"
Jack grinned at him through the mirror. "Best we can
hope for is a rest facility in about 35 miles, at
Corona. There ain't a whole lot of anything in this area
save for military ranges and such. Don't get too many
people passing through except for the New Agers.... You
don't look like hippies to me." Once again he looked
Alex up and down with a long, lascivious stare. Alex
began to wish the driver would keep as much of a watch
on the road as he did to the rearview mirror.
The car ate up the miles smoothly, and it was only about
ten minutes later that they began to see signs of
inhabitation. Alex glanced at Mulder, still in his
trance and showing no signs of coming out of it. Moments
later, they passed the city limits of Corona, and soon
pulled in to a small, somewhat faded motel. Alex and
Jack climbed out of the car and Alex made his way
towards the office through the stifling afternoon heat.
After the glare of the sun, it was gloomy as Alex
entered the office to register himself and Mulder. The
office was cool after his enforced sojourn in hell. The
room was empty, and a door behind the counter stood
ajar. As Alex made his way to the desk, a small child
suddenly appeared in the doorway, studied him solemnly,
then toddled off. Moments later a tall skinny woman
appeared with the small child clinging to her leg.
"Can I help you?" she asked, in a surprisingly high,
girlish voice. The child giggled, and plonked down on
the floor to explore the contents of a waste paper bin.
Alex quickly reserved a double for them, working on the
principle that Mulder needed supervision. Thanking the
proprietor, he grabbed the keys and followed her
directions to their unit. Unlocking the door, he threw
it wide to reveal a motel room that looked like every
other motel room he had ever been in. It was reasonably
clean but smelled unused and dusty. The carpet was an
indeterminate brown, and the drapes were orange. He
rolled his eyes and then went off to fetch Mulder and
the luggage.
The car had been moved into the meager shade afforded by
the office, and Jack was sitting on the hood, smoking a
cigarette and idly pitching small stones at a clump of
weeds. As Alex rounded the corner, Jack looked up and
smiled.
"Hey Buddy! You all checked in? Wanna go test out the
diner?" Alex was hungry, but the prospect of spending
any more time with this man was not enticing. He had
spent the last few miles feeling like a bug under a
glass as the driver had continued to stare. He was also
worried about Mulder and wanted to see if he could
somehow break him out of his apparent stupor.
"That's OK, Jack. Thanks for the invite, but I'm gonna
have to do something about Mulder here. I don't think
I'd better make plans." Alex opened the door and
attempted to lead Mulder out of the car. Mulder sat
limply until Alex pulled on his arm, then came out of
the car in an explosion of flying fists, raining blows
onto the unprepared Alex. For a few minutes he had his
hands full, trying to soothe the disturbed agent, but
finally Alex managed to coax Mulder towards their room.
Looking over his shoulder, he called his thanks to the
driver, who had now finished his smoke and was still
checking him out. Alex was used to being stared at. His
height, his broad shoulders, slim hips and long legs got
their fair share of attention. His face in close up was
devastating to the female population, and he had become
expert at avoiding passes from the people he came into
contact with. He was a little over six feet tall and was
currently dressed in a soft white cotton shirt and a
pair of faded, battered blue jeans that fit him exactly,
displaying the powerful muscles in his legs. A baseball
cap bearing the legend, "FBI, prepare to be
strip-searched," covered his dark hair. He had shaved
the evening before, but was currently sporting a fair
crop of stubble, giving him a piratical look. He had
large, green eyes, fringed by impossibly thick, dark
lashes, and an expressive mouth, with a slight
unevenness to his teeth that detracted from perfection,
but actually enhanced his good looks. His nose sported a
little tilt at the end that made him look harmless and
innocent.
Alex glanced back and realized that Jack was still
perched on the car, staring after them with a hungry
look. He hoped he wouldn't have to get into an argument
before he could unload his benefactor. He really didn't
want to pay him back for rescuing them by having to beat
him out flat, but what would be, would be.
Mulder, now out of the car, appeared calmer. As Krycek
led him over the parking lot towards the unit, he seemed
to become a little less dazed, and once they entered the
room, he seemed to relax a little. Alex sat him down on
an elderly armchair in the corner of the room, turned on
the TV, and left to retrieve their bags. He was
surprised to see Jack coming towards him carrying the
cases.
"Hey, man, thanks! That wasn't necessary, but it's
really appreciated." Alex cringed inwardly at the
thought that he had still to get rid of this man but
continued to smile, holding out his hands to take the
cases. Jack ignored his outstretched arms and brushed by
him to carry the cases into the room. As Mulder caught
sight of him, he gave a loud, hoarse cry. Leaping to his
feet, he moved behind the chair and huddled against the
wall. Alex was puzzled and turned to Jack.
"Thanks again, man! I'm really grateful, but Mulder
seems to be a bit shocked or something. I don't know
why, but he seems afraid of you. I'm gonna have to get
him to a doctor, so if you wouldn't mind, we'll maybe
see you later on?" Holding the door, he stepped aside to
allow the other man to leave, and then closed the door
thankfully. He breathed a sigh of relief. He was very
thirsty and was sure Mulder was, too. But he decided to
wait until he was sure Jack had left before going out
for something to drink.
Closing the door and locking it firmly against the
return of the man who had brought them here, Alex moved
to sit on the nearest bed. He made a mental list of the
things he needed to do to get them out this mess and
back on track.
First, they both needed a shower, a drink and some
lunch. It was around 3 o' clock now, and they had not
had anything except for a few sips of water since their
breakfast first thing this morning. He was hungry.
He was worried about Fox. The man had a lot of bruises,
but that was not his main concern. He had been bruised
before and survived. It was his strange mental state
that was making Alex anxious, and he thought he should
contact a doctor about it. It was unlikely that anyone
in this part of the world would be able to help, but he
could put in a call to Skinner and see what the AD said.
The last thing would be to get the rental car towed and
find a replacement for it, and whoknew how long that
might take. Having decided on his priorities, he reached
for the phone. Mulder was still sitting against the wall
but had apparently relaxed again now that the door was
locked. Alex urged him back to the chair, and then
called Skinner.
The phone was answered almost immediately, and a
familiar voice growled "Skinner!"
"Sir, it's Krycek. We have a bit of a situation
here...." Alex went on to outline the problems that had
beset the day. Walter Skinner swiftly arranged to get
the car situation organized. He then suggested that the
two of them rest for the remainder of the day before
making decisions in the morning about whether or not
Mulder needed to return to Washington for treatment.
Feeling better, Alex replaced the receiver and turned to
sort out his next problem, Mulder.
"Mulder?" Alex approached him softly, trying to get
inside the shell his partner had created. "Mulder, are
you in there? Come on, man, snap out of it!" Mulder
raised his head for a minute and looked at him blankly,
then dropped it back down to his chest. Alex took his
arm and hauled him upright, pulling him across to the
bathroom. May as well get started, he thought to
himself, as he led the older man. Dropping the lid on
the toilet seat and sitting the senior agent down on it,
he got busy with a face cloth and warm water, cleaning
up the cuts on Mulder's forehead and gently washing away
some of the sweat and grime from his face. Mulder closed
his eyes and shuddered, but when he opened them, he
appeared to be a little more alert than before. Alex
surveyed his dust-caked, sweaty partner, then sighed and
began to fill the tub.
He wanted nothing more than to get into the shower
himself but supposed he could wait a little while
longer. Maybe after a bath Mulder would come out from
whatever mental prison he was currently hiding in. It
was worth a try. Tugging at the older man's T-shirt, he
began to undress him. Mulder complied apathetically, not
exactly helping, but cooperating when Alex directed him
to move a limb here or there.
The pile of dirty clothing lay in a corner, and Alex
turned off the taps, testing the water for temperature.
Perfect. He looked longingly at the water but reminded
himself he was stuck with a catatonic special agent...a
naked, catatonic special agent at that. He sighed and
prepared to dump Mulder into the tub, taking a minute to
survey his partner appreciatively. He gave a low
whistle. Fox by name and fox by nature. He knew that
Mulder had a beautiful face and that he wore his clothes
with style, but he had not realized just how sensational
the body beneath the Armani was.
Mulder was lean and fit. Here in the motel room, Alex
noticed things about him that he had not even speculated
on prior to today. The man was built. He was tall and
slim, with a runner's physique. His long legs had
powerful calf muscles while more ropes of muscle swelled
his thighs and curved his behind. Unlike many runners,
his torso also appeared strong, with flat slabs of
powerful muscle sliding across his chest, back and
shoulders. Here was a man who not only worked out with
weights, but took care to remain supple. Krycek felt a
stirring of interest as he surveyed the body in front of
him.
"Once you're back with us Mulder you're gonna find me
watching that cute butt of yours a bit more carefully
than in the past!" Alex grinned to himself. He finally
got Mulder to step into the tub, and after a minute or
two the other man sat down in the water. Alex placed the
soapy washcloth in his hand, but the dazed agent merely
sat, solemnly clutching it to himself without making any
effort at all to get clean.
"Jeez! You're gonna make me do this, aren't you,
Mulder?" Alex gave a snort of laughter as he looked at
the quietly waiting man. Sighing, he gripped Mulder's
hand, washcloth and all, and began to apply the soap to
skin. After a little while, Mulder seemed to get the
idea and began soaping himself. Thankfully, Alex
withdrew his hand and peeled off his shirt, which was
soaked through. Turning to grab some shampoo, Alex
poured some into his hand and began working it into
Mulder's blood encrusted hair. For the first time Mulder
flinched a little at his touch, and a faint whimper
signaled that there was some pain involved in the
process. Alex grabbed Mulder's chin and forced him to
raise his face, studying it intently as he looked for
signs that the other man might be coming out of his
stupor. There was a faint glint in Mulder's eyes, and
Alex suddenly felt hope that this was not going to be a
permanent state of affairs.
"Mulder! Hey, come on, Mulder, it's Alex, can you hear
me?" The other man focused on Alex's face for a brief
second before retreating into his trance. Alex felt a
little better and resumed his onslaught of Mulder's
hair. Grabbing the showerhead and detaching it from the
wall, he trained it on the other man's soapy head. He
was almost done, his own shower was only a few minutes
away, and he could almost feel the cool water trickling
over his back, washing off the grime of the day.
Pulling the plug at last to allow the water to drain
away, Alex gestured for Mulder to get up out of the tub.
When that didn't work, he pulled on the man's arm until
he stood, dripping. Wrapping a large, surprisingly white
towel around his partner, Alex got him to step out onto
the bathroom floor. With a smaller towel, he began
drying the taller man's back and shoulders, and then
wrapped his hair in the towel, stepping back to avoid
the droplets that were falling from Mulder's newly
washed person.
Shoving the damp Mulder in front of him, Alex navigated
him towards the suitcases and began to rummage through
Mulder's, searching for fresh clothing. He pulled out
some underwear and handed it to Mulder. This time, to
Alex's relief, Mulder seemed to recognize the garment
for what it was, because he started to put it on,
dropping his towel in the process. Swiftly picking out a
shirt and another pair of lightweight jeans, Alex placed
them on the bed beside Mulder and made his way back to
the bathroom to take his well-deserved shower.
"Scully, no! Scully....SCULLY!" The yell of sheer panic
cut through Alex's dreams and snapped him into instant
wakefulness. He reached for the lamp and turned it on.
Mulder- for of course it had been Mulder doing all the
yelling-was sitting up in bed looking bewildered. He
blinked at Alex, showing that he was conscious once
more. Mentally giving thanks to whatever entity took
care of FBI profilers, Alex grinned at the confused man
in the other bed.
"Hey, Mulder. Good to have you back. I was really
worried about you for a while there. Whatever happened
to you? Can you remember anything?" He hauled himself up
onto one elbow and turned to face Mulder. He squinted to
see what the time was and groaned when his watch let him
know that it was only 3:30
"Krycek, where..." Mulder was tentatively feeling the
laceration on his forehead as he spoke.
"If you're gonna say 'where am I,' I have to tell you
it's a cliche! You are in a motel in Corona, and you've
been behaving very strangely for the past 15 hours or
so. I was going to have to ship you back to Washington
tomorrow if you hadn't come out of it. What the hell
happened?" Alex sat up, sleep forgotten as he pondered
the strangeness of the past day.
"I...umm...I don't really know. We were driving and I
remember the car stopping. I can recall getting out of
the car to go find help, but how I got here is a blank.
What happened to me? My head hurts." He dabbed at the
cut with his fingers, wincing as he felt the scab that
had formed.
"Someone worked you over pretty harshly yesterday, but
you weren't behaving as if you were concussed or
anything. To tell you the truth, you seemed to have some
kind of brain damage from the way you were acting. I was
getting really worried." Mulder looked down at himself,
and then back to Krycek.
"You put me to bed?" Alex's grin widened at the memory.
"Yeah! I gave you a bath too, and fed you a burger and
fries. You don't seem to like ketchup!" He shook his
head at the memory of Mulder, lips pressed together
tightly, shaking his head in refusal at the french fry
covered in tomato ketchup.
"Hmmm? I love ketchup. Why would you think otherwise?"
Mulder appeared puzzled.
Alex snorted. "You practically climbed over the back of
the seat in the diner trying to get away from the stuff.
That was my first clue." He was about to turn out the
light once more, when a thought suddenly occurred to
him. "We got a ride from a freaky individual named Jack.
He drove us here, but you seemed pretty scared of him.
Do you remember anything at all about that?" Mulder was
shaking his head even before Alex had finished asking
his question.
Working his way back down into the bed, Alex snuggled
into his pillow and clicked off the light. Damn! He was
wide-awake now, and the events of the day before were
flickering through his brain like a silent movie. He
would be lucky to get back to sleep before dawn at this
rate. His mind was drawn to the memory of his partner
standing naked and defenseless in the bathtub,
permitting Alex to dry him off with the towel. He
dwelled on the firm body, and the vulnerability of him
as he had stood, passively allowing Alex to do as he
pleased.
Good thing I'm the noble type, he thought to himself. I
could have done anything. I wonder why I didn't.
Picturing how things could have been different, he began
to feel very horny and cursed under his breath, knowing
the object of his desire was lying, presumably awake,
about three feet from his left ear. It was a long time
before sleep claimed him once more.
The phone shrilled, and Alex groped with one hand,
trying to find it without actually opening his eyes to
the daylight. Mulder was up and dressed and picked up
the phone seconds before Alex summoned up the strength
to raise his eyelids.
"Mulder." There was a pause. "Yes sir! Yes, that's
right, we're going to get back on the road just as soon
as we can get a car...No sir, my head is a bit tender
but otherwise...No sir.... No sir.... Oh, but
sir......Yes sir, you too." He replaced the telephone
with what Alex felt to be unnecessary force. "Asshole!"
"And good morning to you too." Alex opened one eye,
found that the light then admitted was harmful, and
possibly contained barbed wire, so he replaced the lid.
Mulder, who was obviously a morning person, yanked his
pillow out from under his head, leaving him exposed to
the sun's rays.
"Mulder! Don't! After all I've done for you!" The voice
was plaintive. Mulder prodded Krycek with his toe.
"Come on. It's seven already. I'm starving." He turned
away, pulling Alex's blankets with him, then a thought
occurred and he turned back. "What do you mean, all
you've done for me?"
Alex's grin wasn't so much suggestive as explicit.
Mulder didn't speak for a moment, and then a red tide
crept up his neck. "Hey, Mulder, you're blushing! It's
OK, I didn't take advantage of you, even though I could
have. I like my partners to be conscious!" At this,
Mulder turned a deeper shade of red and moved away, the
blankets trailing behind him. Alex roared "I'll get you
for this, see if I don't. No more Mr. Nice Guy. See if I
feed you any more fries!"
Alex sighed as he got out of bed and headed to the
shower. He was amazed at the change in his partner's
demeanor.
While Alex showered, Mulder tried to remember what had
happened to him. He got flashes of people's faces, but
as soon as he attempted to get a firm grasp on what had
taken place, they disappeared like so much smoke. When
he heard the water stop, he was suddenly hit by an image
of Krycek with him in the bathroom, Mulder naked and
Krycek looming over him. As soon as it appeared, it was
gone...He tensed, then felt the unmistakable sensation
of arousal at the memory.
"This is bullshit," he said to himself. He'd noticed his
partner casting adoring gazes at him and found it
flattering. But there was no way in hell he'd ever let
Krycek.....well, he didn't think he would ever go along
with it. Still, there was no mistaking the stirring he
felt in his crotch at the sight of Krycek coming out of
the bathroom, a towel loosely wrapped around his waist.
"Mulder," Krycek said, tossing his towel carelessly onto
the bed to the dismay of the other agent. "Are you sure
you don't remember anyone named Jack?" He pulled on a
pair of boxer shorts, then sat on his bed to pull on his
socks.
Mulder swallowed, trying to ignore the well-muscled
specimen getting dressed a few short feet from him.
"I don't recognize that name in connection to what
happened to me, if that's what you're asking."
"Are you sure?" Krycek pulled on a T-shirt, covering his
smooth chest and helping Mulder focus a little more.
"Yeah. I don't remember a Jack. Why?"
"Well, when you got a good look at the guy who gave us a
ride, you went crazy." Krycek picked up his belt, and as
it hung from his hand, the light glinted off the buckle.
Mulder screamed.
"Mulder! What is it?" Krycek was at his partner's side
in flash after he recovered from his initial shock at
the sudden outburst.
"No!" Mulder ran and cowered in the corner of the room.
His eyes were riveted on the belt, still in Krycek's
hand.
"Is it the belt?" Krycek asked. He tossed it onto his
bed and went to try and calm down the frightened man.
When he crouched down and touched his arm and Mulder
didn't flinch, he started talking softly. "It's okay,
Fox."
Suddenly, Mulder grabbed Krycek and pulled him closer,
knocking the younger man off balance so he ended up
falling against him. Krycek struggled and managed to
right himself. He looked at his obviously troubled
partner, not knowing what to do to help him.
"What's happening to me?" Mulder's voice was shaking as
he came back to his senses.
Krycek touched the side of Mulder's face, expecting the
senior agent to slap it away. "I don't know, but we need
to get you some help to try and remember. I think we
should get something to eat and then get you back to
D.C."
"No, we need to investigate the case."
"Mulder, we need to find out what the hell happened to
you, and we can't do that here." He stood up and put out
a hand. Mulder took it and let Krycek help him to his
feet.
Mulder and Krycek walked across the parking lot of the
hotel to the greasy spoon which provided the nearest
thing to breakfast within a twenty mile radius. Walking
in, the two agents ignored the stares they received from
the local yokels and seated themselves in a relatively
private booth toward the back. Mulder picked up one of
the stained menus and handed it to Krycek, then took one
for himself. "If I were you, I'd order anything that
can't have squirrel slipped into it."
Krycek looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He was glad
that the earlier incident in the hotel room didn't seem
to be having a lasting effect.
"Mulder, you have the strangest sense of the absurd."
His comment was met with a cheeky grin.
"You don't know the half of it." He turned his attention
to the menu and made a pretense of studying it intently.
Krycek noticed Mulder's sudden concentration. "Mulder, I
need to ask you something."
"Can't talk. Looking for food."
Reaching out a hand, Krycek pushed the menu down until
he was staring into wide, hazel eyes. "Do you remember
anything at all of what happened to you? Are there any
flashes of memory? Anything?"
With a sigh, Mulder sat back. "I have no memory of what
happened to me. I just lost time. A lot of time."
"You were completely out of control one second and
catatonic the next."
"I don't know what happened!" Mulder raised his voice
enough to make some of the other patrons turn around.
"Mulder, you were so freaked out. It was disturbing."
"Well, what did you do to me while I was out of it?"
Mulder asked, his voice full of accusation.
Krycek looked taken aback. "I told you that I don't take
of advantage of people when they're in a state like you
were." He tried to smile while he said it, but he didn't
like the tone Mulder had used to ask the question.
"Then why am I remembering you undressing me
and...and..."
"Helping get you into the bath?" Krycek's face was stony
as he tried to hold himself back from saying or doing
anything he'd regret later.
Mulder blushed and looked at his menu again. "I'm sorry.
I have no idea what's happening to me."
Krycek's face softened and he tentatively reached out a
hand to touch his partner's arm.
"Hey, I'm sorry. You can't help it if your memories are
sketchy at best." He lowered his voice and said to
himself, "Besides, you'd have no trouble remembering if
I'd really had my way with you."
Before Mulder could ask what he'd just said, a waitress
sauntered over to the table. It was the same woman
they'd had the night before. She gave Mulder a look that
made him extremely uncomfortable, then spoke to Krycek.
"Is your friend going to make another scene with the
ketchup?"
Krycek flashed his most brilliant smile and reassured
her that nothing out of the ordinary would happen this
morning. She scowled and looked at Mulder suspiciously.
"Hmm. What can I get you two, then?"
Krycek ordered for the both of them. "I'll have the
pancake breakfast and he'll have the French toast."
The waitress wrote down their order, shot Mulder one
more wary glance and walked away.
"I can order my own breakfast."
Krycek smiled. "Yeah, I wasn't too sure. You could go
into helpless mode at any second." He immediately
regretted saying that. "I'm sorry."
"No," Mulder replied, tersely. "Why the hell should you
have to put up with my shit? Never mind the fact that
I'm the one it happened to. I have to make sure I don't
make your life any harder." He wished that hadn't come
out sounding so whiny.
"Look," Krycek sighed. "I said I was sorry, okay?" There
was an edge to the young man's voice.
"Fine, well, I want to ask you what you just said to
me."
Krycek furrowed his brow. "What? That I was sorry?"
"No," Mulder said, shaking his head, "what you said
before the waitress came over."
"Oh, that. Well, I was kidding." He shifted
uncomfortably in his seat.
"Fine, but what did you say?"
Krycek cleared his throat. "I, uh, said that if I'd had
my...way with you, you, um, would have remembered...it."
Mulder looked at his partner in disbelief.
"It was just a joke." He didn't even believe himself.
The look on Mulder's face told him to drop it.
"Okay, well let's talk about what's going to happen to
you once we get back to D.C."
"Nothing's going to happen. I'm fine."
"Bullshit! We need to find out who did this to you,
Mulder. Why don't you want to know?"
"I do want to know, but I'm...I'm.."
"Afraid of what you'll find out?"
Mulder looked down at his placemat and was silent. After
a few moments, he looked up at Krycek. "Yes. All I know
is every time I try to think about what happened, I get
scared."
"That's why we need to find out what's going on."
Mulder looked at the earnest young agent sitting across
from him. He admired his tenacity as much as he resented
his persistence. "Why do you care so much?"
The look on his face was a combination of surprise and
hurt, and Mulder wished he hadn't said anything.
"I care because we're partners. I hope you'd do the same
for me."
"Yeah, I would. I didn't mean to offend you. It's just
that your concern combined with what you said earlier
makes me wonder about your motives."
"My motives? What the fuck are you talking about? I
don't have any motives. Jesus, Mulder, you think a lot
of yourself, don't you?"
Mulder cocked an eyebrow. "And you're getting very
defensive, aren't you?"
Krycek grinned. "Don't you try to analyze me. I just
don't like to be accused of...of.."
"Accused?" Mulder sounded incredulous. "I wasn't
accusing you of anything. I simply asked a question."
"Well, it sounded like an accusation." Krycek sat back
and crossed his arms in front of him. Mulder could have
sworn he was pouting. He bit back a smile and didn't
realize he was staring at the other man's lips until the
waitress broke the silence.
"Here you go." She set down plates piled high with food.
Tearing off their check and setting it on the table, she
smiled at the junior agent. "You need anything else, let
me know."
Mulder waited until she walked away. "She likes you," he
said, putting a forkful of French toast in his mouth.
Krycek smiled. "Yeah, well, some people do."
"What's that supposed to mean? You know I like you,
right?"
Krycek looked at him. He knew what Mulder meant, but the
idea that maybe Mulder occasionally thought of him as
something other than an annoyance made his heart beat a
little faster.
When he didn't get a reply right away, Mulder felt his
face turn a little pink. "What I meant was...."
"I know what you meant, Mulder. Don't worry, I'm not
taking it as a come on. I don't overreact like certain
people do." He looked down and started concentrating on
cutting his pancakes. Sneaking a look at the expression
on Mulder's face, he grinned and took a bite.
"Well, maybe one day I will say something you could
take...." Mulder stopped when he realized what he was
saying. That wasn't supposed to have been said out loud.
This time it was Krycek's turn to raise an eyebrow and
shoot a look of disbelief in his partner's direction. He
shook his head and went back to eating his breakfast.
The two men finished their meal in silence, neither
wanting to clarify exactly what was going on between
them.
Mulder looked out the hotel room window at the blacktop
that seemed to be melting under the intense pounding it
was getting from the sun. Waves of heat ippled across
it, reminding him that they were in the middle of the
desert. Not that he'd need that reminder. Even with the
air conditioner on full blast, he was sweating. He
wanted to fill the bathtub with ice cubes, strip and get
in. Then he wanted Krycek to join him. The thought came
out of nowhere, and lingered just below his belt.
"I guess there's nothing to do but wait, huh?" Mulder
jumped at the sound of Krycek's voice so close to him.
He was looking out the window over Mulder's shoulder and
smelled like soap and cheap cologne. Mulder found the
scent a little annoying, but his dick apparently thought
it was wonderful.
"Guess not." He hoped his voice didn't betray the
excitement he was feeling at the closeness of his
partner. "Want to do some exploring?"
"Yeah, but not the kind you had in mind," he muttered as
he walked away to sit on his bed.
"Okay, I heard that." Mulder walked over to him. "What
is your problem?"
Alex sighed and stood up. He'd decided that enough was
enough. If he put everything out in the open, what was
the worst thing that would happen? So what if Mulder
freaked out? Bruises and bones would heal. He took a
deep breath and forged ahead.
"What do you think is my problem? I'm attracted to you
and have been for some time. I think you feel the same
way and we're just afraid to admit it to each other." He
stopped and almost flinched as he waited for some kind
of response, whether it be an indignant denial or a
punch to the gut.
Mulder was shocked but not surprised by Krycek's
admission. He thought he'd caught the agent looking at
him strangely but hadn't figured that this had been the
reason. He'd chalked it up to simple hero worship. Now
that he knew the truth, he wasn't sure what to think. He
couldn't feel the same way, could he? There had never
been a time in his life when he'd been attracted to
another man, but more and more he found himself watching
his partner and thinking about him. It had soon become
pretty obvious to him that something was going on here,
but he didn't know what. Strike that. He knew exactly
what it was but hadn't wanted to address it. What did he
do now? Before he could give it another thought, Krycek
leaned forward and pressed his lips to Mulder's.
The unfamiliar feel of another man's lips on his own was
thrilling to Mulder, as was the more aggressive presence
behind it. He parted his lips under the pressure and
felt his partner's tongue snake between them, sending an
unexpected, but not unwelcome, shot straight to his
groin. The blood tingling in his cock increased even
more when Alex's tongue began a thorough inspection of
his mouth, sweeping over hot, wet flesh and teeth.
Mulder began his own exploration and felt another rush
of heat to his rapidly hardening penis when Alex moaned
into his mouth.
Krycek's hand slowly traveled from Mulder's waistband
down to the hard bulge and squeezed gently. The
unexpected contact made Mulder buck into the grip,
eliciting a chuckle from the younger man.
"Mulder, have you done this before?" He laughed at the
raised eyebrow he got in response. "I mean with a man."
Mulder shook his head and licked his lips, his eyes
roving over the other man's face. For the first time
since they'd become partners, Mulder saw how beautiful
Krycek was. He'd always realized that he was attractive,
that was obvious, but the man was actually beautiful. He
wasn't sure what to make of that thought, but when
Krycek pulled down the zipper of his jeans and slid his
hand inside, his body knew exactly what to feel. The
first touch of skin on skin made both men gasp as one
finally realized a hidden longing and the other
discovered his.
Krycek planted soft, warm kisses along Mulder's jaw,
licking the skin as he went. "I'll make this feel really
good, Fox," he whispered and dropped to his knees and
gently freed Mulder's erection. He wrapped his hand
around the base and started licking the head, lapping up
the pearly drops of fluid already collecting there. The
salty tang made the growing ache between Krycek's legs
almost painful. He ran his tongue over the slit and
around the ridge, taking the head between his eager
lips.
If Mulder had thought the sight of his partner on his
knees excited him, when he felt that mouth go to work,
he was ecstatic. He felt the familiar heat of arousal as
it spread throughout his belly and continued downward
until he thought his balls would explode from the
pressure. Whatever he'd been thinking flew out of his
head seconds later when Krycek took his entire length
into his hot, talented mouth, making him mutter a few
choice words.
Krycek smiled around the cock filling his mouth and
tried to make out what Mulder was saying. He listened to
the string of creatively combined obscenities and
started sucking harder. He wanted Mulder to scream his
name when he came, but Alex could feel him trying to
hold back. Moving his head up and down, he slipped a
hand around to Mulder's ass and began rubbing the smooth
flesh. Mulder tensed and he eased up. When he felt him
relax again, he put his hand back but this time slid a
finger down until he found the hot, tight opening. He
had just pushed his finger into him when Mulder yelled
and pushed him away. Krycek fell back and watched in
astonishment as Mulder ran into the bathroom and locked
the door. He jumped up and ran after him, pounding on
the door.
"Mulder! Are you okay? Open the door!" He kept banging
until he thought his and would bleed. Stepping back and
getting ready to break the door down, he was relieved
when Mulder slowly opened the door and fell into
Krycek's arms. His eyes were wide and his voice trembled
as he held on.
"I remember what happened, Alex. I remember what they
did to me."
Krycek tightened his arms around his partner and gently
pushed his head down until it was resting on his
shoulder. He started stroking Mulder's hair, cautiously,
wanting to reassure him that he was safe, but wary of
sending him into another panic at the touch.
"What happened, Fox? Who are they? What did they do to
you?"
Mulder started to speak, but his voice hitched and
caught in his throat. Krycek flinched at the sound of
his partner attempting to tell him about his attack. He
wanted to know what happened so he would know who should
pay for whatever had happened. Swallowing his anger for
the moment, he waited patiently until Mulder was able to
speak.
"There were too many of them and I didn't realize it
until they'd gotten me in the van." Mulder's voice was
muffled as he rubbed his face against the soft cotton of
the younger man's T-shirt, seeking comfort in the warmth
and smell of him.
"You have to tell me what happened from the beginning,
okay?" Krycek walked him over to his bed and sat him
down. Taking a place next to him, Alex put an arm around
Mulder's shoulders and waited for him to continue.
"After I lost sight of you, a van stopped to pick me up.
I flashed the driver my badge and told him about the
car. I asked him how far it was to the next town and if
he could give me a ride."
"Why didn't you come back to get me?"
"I figured I'd get to town and come back in the tow
truck to get you and our things. I knew that if I was
gone too long, you'd flag someone down and head after
me."
"That's pretty much what happened when Jack stopped. We
were going in your direction and saw you walking on the
side of the road." He paused for a moment. "But if a van
was heading to town, I would have seen it before you,
wouldn't I?"
Mulder shook his head. "He was going in the opposite
direction and pulled a U-turn in order to stop for me."
"Okay, so what happened once you got in the van?"
"Well, I figured I'd be fine. I had my weapon on me, I'm
a trained agent. I...." He broke down again. After a few
moments he resumed speaking. "I really thought I'd be
okay."
Krycek rubbed his back and didn't say anything, but he
could imagine what he was about to hear.
"He had a passenger up front with him, so I had to get
into the back. I slid the door open and saw that the
back had been completely redone. The seats had been
taken out and I remember thinking it reminded me of
those make-out vans everyone had in the 70s. Anyway,
there were about four guys kind of lounging back there.
Before I could do anything, a couple of them grabbed me
and dragged me into the van. The van took off but it
didn't go very far. I guess they pulled over to the side
of the road."
Krycek didn't need to hear anymore to know what happened
next. "You don't have to say another word."
"I don't know how they overpowered me, Alex! Why did I
let my guard down?" He didn't expect an answer and
wasn't offered one. "One of them took my gun and held it
on me while the others.....While they took turns hitting
me and making me..."
"Fox," he whispered, "you don't need to tell me
anymore."
Mulder looked at him and kept talking. "One of them had
on a belt... I remember it because it had a huge buckle
shaped like a UFO. He took off his belt and tied it
around my....my neck. They'd cuffed my hands behind my
back and had me on my knees...." He glanced down at his
hands and seemed surprised that they were shaking.
Suddenly, he was fascinated by the lack of control he
had over his own body.
Krycek stood up and, running a hand through his hair
walked to the window. He exhaled quickly and turned
around to face Mulder. "Don't tell me anything else."
As if he were in a trance, Mulder ignored him and
started talking again. "One of them was sitting in front
of me and had his pants undone. He told me to...he
wanted.... I told them to go to hell, and the guy
holding onto the belt pulled on it and choked me. He
said that if I didn't do what they wanted, he'd kill me.
Then he.... shoved my head down and told me
to....to..... open my mouth and if I tried anything, I'd
be shot.....I had to....do that to.....they all took
turns." He looked at his partner. "They ....fucked my
mouth, Alex. I had to.....I couldn't spit...." He'd
barely said the words before he'd shot off the bed and
into the bathroom again. Krycek could hear the sounds of
Mulder getting sick and gagging and fought back the urge
to burst out the front door and shoot every man in the
whole damn town. Before he did anything, he'd need more
information.
He went into the bathroom and saw Mulder standing over
the sink, splashing water on his face. The color had
drained from him, leaving him looking sick and pale.
Krycek grabbed a washcloth and ran it under the water
then wiped Mulder's face.
"You're going to be okay, Fox." He didn't know whom he
was trying harder to convince, his partner or himself.
"You're going to get through this."
"Afterwards, they were going to rape me...one guy had
pulled down my pants and put his finger in my....in
me....but the driver yelled at them to stop.....he
didn't want it to look like I'd been sexually assaulted.
He said the bruises were enough. I got lucky, I guess."
The smile on his face sent a chill down Krycek's spine.
He put a hand on Mulder's back. "Fox, you were
sexually assaulted. You know that."
"The driver was the guy who picked you up. I'd swear to
it," Mulder said, disregarding what Krycek said.
"It couldn't be. He came by later going into town. He'd
have had to drive past me in order to double back and
make it look like we'd just randomly found you. Besides,
he knew you'd recognize him."
Mulder shook his head. "Before they threw me out of the
van, they injected me with something. Everything you've
told me about what happened when you found me is a
complete blank." He closed his eyes and ran a hand over
his face. Suddenly, he looked up. "It was him, Alex! You
told me that I had another episode when I got a good
look at him."
"You did, but maybe Jack just looks like the driver."
"Alex, he could be his goddamned twin! Why don't you
believe me?"
"I do believe you, but he would have had to drive away
from town, then double back in order to make it look
like he picked me up on his way to town. Fox, there was
no traffic on that road. Nothing. Do you understand what
I'm saying?"
Before Krycek could react, Mulder had shoved him away.
"I'm not an idiot! You don't want to believe me? Fuck
you!"
He stormed out of the bathroom and started looking
through his things. Krycek followed him. "What are you
doing?" His voice was quiet.
"I'm looking for my gun."
"Fox, you can't just go out there and start shooting."
He knew he was being hypocritical, but that was
different. He didn't care if he got hurt trying to
protect his partner, but he wouldn't let Fox destroy
himself. "You need to face what happened first." He
walked over to Mulder and put a hand on his arm,
stopping the frantic search.
Mulder looked at Krycek's hand and then at his face. He
saw concern, fear and anger reflected in the same eyes
he'd been mesmerized by only moments ago. He allowed
himself to be drawn into a safe embrace. "How the fuck
am I supposed to deal with this?" he whispered.
"We'll get you back to D.C. The best in the field will
be able to help you." Krycek kept his voice calm.
"I don't want to tell anyone else."
"Why? We have to find these guys and make them pay for
what they did to you."
"I know," Mulder said, straightening up, "but I don't
want the FBI involved."
Krycek knew what he was saying and was ready to do
anything for him. "What do I have to do?"
Mulder gave him another spine-tingling smile and then a
shadow crossed his face, darkening his eyes. "I want you
to help me find these men and kill them."
Alex paced up and down the seedy motel room. He was
trying to work out how he could best help Mulder. He was
outraged at the things that had happened to his partner.
He wanted to bring the men to justice, but he wondered
how best to find them. They would not be sitting,
waiting for him to go and arrest them.
He had a further problem due to the fact that Mulder
wanted to kill them out of hand. He worried about
Mulder's stability in light of the things that had
happened to him.
He was also suffering from a case of raging lust.
Watching Mulder as he sat on the bed with his gun,
methodically cleaning and re-loading it, Alex sighed. He
didn't know how best to help Mulder deal with what had
happened. He wanted to avenge the man. He was not averse
to violence, and his skills in the area of murder and
mayhem were far more finely honed than his partner would
have suspected. He had been playing the role of the
geeky, worshipful junior agent for so long, and with
such skill, that he almost had himself believing it.
Almost, but not quite.
It was time to cast aside his mild persona and reveal
some traces of the real Alex Krycek. After all, his
partner had been injured, raped and drugged, and any
recollection of events down the road could easily be
blamed on his unstable mental state following his rape.
Alex felt quite safe in letting himself go. First,
however, he had a job to do. He sat down on the bed next
to Mulder and put an arm casually across the other man's
shoulders.
"I think we should work out a plan of action. We have to
find these suckers, Fox. Once we know where they are, it
will be easier to deal with them. It occurs to me that
the best way to get them to come out of hiding is to set
them up. I don't know how you feel about that." Alex
spoke quietly, his husky voice earnest. "But that guy
Jack was pretty much undressing me with his eyes all the
time we were together yesterday...." He broke off as
Mulder gave a snarl and started to his feet. He put his
arm out to draw the other man back down onto the bed,
and into the shelter of his embrace. "Shush, Fox! It's
OK. I won't be unsuspecting the way that you were. I
won't be all alone either, I'll have backup. What do you
say?"
Mulder's eyes were stony, and his expression was
mutinous. Alex stroked his hair gently as he uttered
soothing words to the infuriated man. Slowly, Mulder
began to calm down. Alex continued to caress Mulder's
neck, his hair and his ears, all the while murmuring
quietly in his smoky voice. Mulder turned to his
partner, and gradually sagged so that his head rested on
the other man's shoulder. Alex looked at him narrowly,
noting the pinched whiteness around his mouth and the
new lines on his forehead. Turning his body towards the
other agent, he put both arms around him in an embrace,
rocking him slightly. Dropping his head to the back of
Mulder's neck, he placed a rain of small kisses on it.
Mulder froze for a moment, then sighed and snuggled into
Alex's arms.
Alex sat holding his partner, enjoying the contact
between the two of them even though it was causing his
cock to strain painfully against his pants. He knew that
it would be some time before Mulder would be ready for
any kind of sexual encounter after what he had been
through. So when Mulder raised his head, took hold of
Alex's face and glued his lips to him, he was
speechless. He sat, unable to move for a fraction of a
second. Then he turned his head, permitting the seal
between mouths to become complete, groaning with the
need he felt within as his tongue found Mulder's, to
twine and dart in lascivious play.
For a while they continued to kiss, and then Alex pushed
Mulder away.
"Fox, please... " Mulder looked at him in bewilderment.
"I thought you wanted this. I thought it was what you
needed." As he listened, Alex smiled at the other man.
"You know I do. I couldn't sleep last night because you
were there, in the bed next to me, and I kept thinking
about you. I want you very badly indeed, but I know what
a horrible experience you just had and there's no way I
would want to add insult to injury. If it isn't meant to
be, it won't happen. I'd rather help you get the
bastards that hurt you than contribute to your problems,
Fox."
Mulder's eyes were dark with hunger, and Alex felt a
little thrill dance up his spine as Mulder moved in
deliberately to place his soft mouth over his once more.
He tightened his arms around the senior agent and held
on tightly as Mulder dove deeper and deeper into the
warm recesses of his mouth.
Slowly, Mulder laid the two of them down so that they
were stretched on the bed together, and as they
continued to kiss, Mulder rolled to cover Alex's body
with his own.
Alex had closed his eyes so he could better concentrate
on the feel of Fox's mouth. As they continued to kiss,
he ran his hand up over the other man's lean back, until
he found the soft hair at the nape of his neck and
tangled his fingers there. The other hand slid down
around Mulder's waist and onto the small of his back,
slipping south over the curve of a buttock to pull his
hips tightly up against Alex's aching groin.
As Mulder drew his head back to survey the effects his
kisses were having on his partner, Alex managed to get
his thoughts together enough to ask the question that
worried him. His chest was heaving and his breath was
harsh, making his voice even huskier than usual. Mulder
gazed down into huge eyes from which almost all vestiges
of green had vanished, the pupils dilated with the
strength of his desire.
"I thought you were totally disgusted by what happened
to you, Fox. What are you doing? You feel so good, too
good. If you keep on like this and then stop me, I won't
be able to answer for the consequences. Bear in mind
that I don't want to hurt you. I want you, but we'd
better stop now while I still have some control of
myself."
Mulder remained, looking down at him as he idly drew
circles on his chest with one long forefinger. Then he
raised the finger to trace Alex's lips.
"I've been thinking. Yeah, something bad happened to me,
but also, something good. I wouldn't ever have known how
you felt about me if it wasn't for the experience I had
yesterday, would I? I want to erase the things that
those men did to me. The only way I can do that is by
replacing the horror with something good. I want to have
you prove to me that it's good, not bad. I need to feel
it, Alex. Help me." His face was a strange mix of desire
and pain, and Alex tightened his hold on him as his
stomach flip-flopped with need.
"God, Fox, anything. I'll do anything to make you feel
good about yourself. You just don't know how much I want
you." Alex's voice was choked and hoarse as he clutched
the other man's body. He pulled Mulder's head down to
kiss him once again, opening his mouth wide and letting
his tongue discover the sweet warmth of the other man.
He gazed up at Mulder, his eyes shining as he studied
the man who was lying above him. He had spent so many
hours and days imagining how Mulder might feel if only
he would offer Alex this chance. Alex was almost shaking
now with the need to make love to Mulder. He reached up
his arms to pull Mulder's mouth down to his, opening his
lips as he did so and sliding his tongue forward to
explore the boundaries of Fox Mulder.
Slowly, he rolled Mulder over until their positions were
reversed. Poised above the older man, Alex slowly
unbuttoned the short sleeved shirt that Mulder wore,
opening it to slip his hand inside, brushing across the
sparse hair to find Mulder's nipple, taking it between
finger and thumb to roll and tweak it. As Mulder's
breathing deepened and he began to relax into Alex's
caresses, Alex slowly moved down from the lush mouth,
pausing to nibble his lower lip before sucking and
nipping his way over his jaw, and down into the hollow
of his neck. Here he stopped for a moment to suck
harder, making a red patch that marked Mulder as his, at
least temporarily. As Mulder writhed under Alex's
knowing touches, Alex lowered his head to suck and lap
at his other nipple.
For a while, the two were silent except for muted gasps.
Then Alex's hand moved down to Mulder's waistband, as he
sought to unbutton the other man's jeans. Mulder moaned
slightly and canted his hips upward to permit the
removal of his pants. As Alex slid them down his legs,
his cock leapt and twitched as he took in the sight of
Mulder lying in a sprawl, wantonly thrusting his hips.
He moved down to take Mulder's offering between his
lips, dragging his tongue over the head of it as he did
so, and moaning softly himself as he tasted Mulder's
sweet, salty flesh.
For a moment or two he contented himself with lapping at
the ridge that ran around the bulbous head, while
Mulder, tense and thrusting, had his hands tightly
clutching the pillow behind his head. Alex, who had been
carefully timing his caresses, waiting to make sure each
one was accepted before going on to the next, decided
that it was time to get serious. Reaching for a pillow,
he raised Mulder's hips and shoved it under the senior
agent's behind. Then, going to work in earnest, he took
hold of Mulder's stiff cock and plunged himself down on
it, swallowing it to the root. His shoulders shook a
little as he heard Mulder scream his name, and then as
he began to suck and tongue the captive penis, Mulder
put his hands down to grab Alex's head. Alex could tell
that the other man was resisting the temptation to pull
his hair and force that straining dick even further down
his throat.
Mulder began to make little grunting sounds as Alex
worked busily on his cock, deep throating him steadily.
Alex's busy hands stroked and caressed Mulder's balls,
gently nipping at the puckered flesh. Feeling in his
pocket for lube, Alex fumbled open the tube and managed
to apply a ribbon of the jelly to his fingers, before
dipping his hand down to explore Mulder's ass. He gently
stroked his fingers around and around the small opening
he could feel, making no attempt yet to force a way in,
but applying pressure on the perineum as he did so. He
felt for the hard little gland that he knew would add to
the pleasure of the other man's experience. Mulder was
totally gone now, rigid and gasping as Alex touched and
probed. Alex could feel the tension building in the
other man's balls, and as they began to rise, he
suddenly pulled off, gazing up at Mulder with an ill-
suppressed smile.
"Is everything OK? How do you feel?" Alex's spurious
concern was a masterpiece of acting. Mulder looked back
at him with glazed eyes. He tried to speak, but could
only whimper as his tormentor smiled fondly up at him.
"I don't want you to get sick to your stomach again, or
to feel bad or anything." The growl of sheer anguish
that came out of Mulder's mouth at that point made Alex
laugh out loud.
"Oh, baby, I want to make you feel good. I really do. I
wish I could rub it all out and have us start from
scratch, but I can't." As he spoke, he had gently
slipped one very well lubricated finger into Mulder's
tight asshole, and was slowly rocking it back and forth
as he probed to find the other man's prostate. Mulder's
sudden convulsion as Alex finally reached it and stroked
it with the tip of his finger made Alex smile. Dropping
his head again, he took the other man's penis back into
his hot, wet mouth and sucked hard as he gently massaged
Mulder's prostate from inside with his finger and from
the outside with his thumb. Mulder gasped, and cried
out, trying to pull Alex's head away. Alex chuckled
faintly and redoubled his efforts to please the other
man, knowing what was going through his head. All of a
sudden Alex felt him quicken inside his mouth and then
Mulder was coming hard, head flung back, mouth open wide
in a soundless shriek of ecstasy as he pumped into
Alex's greedily sucking mouth.
Alex was so hard, he felt like crying, and knew that he
was either going to have to go somewhere and jerk off to
relieve himself of the pressure, or else be awake all
night again. He pulled away from Mulder's now rapidly
diminishing cock, licking it clean and placing small
kisses around it as he looked up to see how his new
lover was handling things.
Mulder was lying, eyes closed, chest heaving as he tried
to recover from the experience he had just gone through.
As he felt Alex roll to lie alongside him he turned his
head towards him and opened his eyes, his expression
full of wonder.
"My God. That was something else. I don't think I've
ever... Is it always like that or are you something
totally special?" Alex laughed out loud and reached
frantically forward to pull Mulder into a kiss, sharing
the taste of his orgasm with him as he plunged fiercely
into his mouth. As he continued to kiss and explore
Mulder's mouth, he was shaking with the intensity of his
need. He felt it dawn on Mulder that he was still
desperate, and Mulder put his hand under Alex's chin,
pulling his face back to stare into his eyes. Alex gazed
back at Mulder, pupils dilated and eyes huge and Mulder
slowly rolled Alex over to lie on his back.
"Special? Oh, God, Fox, you'd better believe it." Alex's
voice was roughened by need and caught in his throat as
he spoke.
As Mulder looked down at the man who had just made love
to him with such intensity, Alex felt very vulnerable
under the careful scrutiny. He looked every inch a slut
as he lay writhing under Mulder. His face was flushed
and his lips were slightly swollen from their kisses.
Alex watched Mulder with a painful certainty that he
would be left high and dry. No color showed in his eyes,
the pupils had expanded to drown the usual green. He was
panting, his chest heaving, and it was plain that Mulder
felt a rush of power as he examined him in his obvious
state of arousal. He smiled down at Alex as the younger
man bit his lip, straining to press his rock hard
erection against Mulder.
Alex could see that Mulder was feeling a little strange.
He had just given Mulder an orgasm like nothing he had
experienced before in his life, and now he was obviously
in need of release himself. It was obvious to Alex that
Mulder didn't want to think about the way he had just
been brought to climax.
Alex suspected Mulder wasn't ready to take the other
man's penis in his mouth just yet, but he was unsure
what else he could do. He paused, his hand running up
and down Alex's chest, as he gathered his courage.
"Fox, it's OK. You don't have to do anything you don't
want to. I just wanted to make you feel good." He
swallowed, and then smiled as Mulder swooped in to run a
contemplative tongue over his lips. "All you need to do
is just hold me, I can take care of myself." Alex
fumbled with his own fly, finally managing to get his
jeans open, and attempting to push them down with shaky
hands. He saw Mulder make a sudden decision and turn to
assist Alex, removing his jeans and underwear, freeing
up his penis as he did so. Alex moaned and closed his
eyes, dropping his hand down to take hold of his own
cock. Mulder intercepted his hand as he did so, taking
hold of it and interlacing their fingers.
"No! You did it for me. Now let me try and take care of
you. I want to." Alex's eyes flew open at that point and
he gasped. Mulder smiled again and moved to brush his
lips over Alex's, making him feel the softness of them
against his own. Then he reached down and gently traced
the stiffness of his lover's penis, laughing as he
evoked a muffled curse from his thoroughly
oversensitised partner.
As Alex watched, helpless, Mulder moved down on the bed
until his head was level with the other man's groin,
stroking his erection gently and obviously enjoying
Alex's groans and pleas. Quickly, he found the tube of
lubricant that Alex had used, and squirted some onto his
hand. Then, grasping Alex's penis in his hand, he coated
it with the slippery gel and began to slide it up and
down. Alex gasped and bucked into Mulder's busily
working hand as he felt bubbles of lust fizz through his
middle. Mulder glanced at him and was obviously pleased
by what he saw.
"Is that good? Tell me how you like it. Tell me what you
want." Mulder's voice reached Alex through the mist of
sheer groaning need he was experiencing. He opened his
mouth to try and respond, but at that point Mulder
slipped a long, clever finger inside him, and his
beginning sentence trailed off into an incoherent cry.
Mulder nodded to himself in satisfaction. This was easy.
Alex was feeling the steady climb of sensation as
needles of sheer tickling ecstasy shook his body. He lay
rigid, giving himself up to his lover's ministrations,
as Mulder grew more adventurous. He had tangled his
hands into the bedcover in his efforts not to grab
Mulder, but it was difficult to hold himself back and he
could feel himself losing control. He closed his eyes as
he savored the feelings Mulder was causing him, and was
taken by surprise when he felt the warm wetness of Fox
Mulder's mouth suddenly close over him, and his busily
dancing tongue flicker the length of his cock. At the
same time, Mulder managed to get another finger into
Alex, and, aware from his own recent experience that
there was something inside that felt really good when it
was stroked, felt for and found Alex's prostate.
The sensation as Mulder found his sensitive spot tipped
Alex beyond the point of no return. He cried out and
tried to get the other man to pull his mouth away.
Mulder pulled back a little momentarily, but then
plunged down onto him, taking him in as far as he could.
Alex felt his whole body flash with white-hot bliss as
his balls drew up and the sweet flood of joy pulsed and
poured out through him like a torrent. His spine cracked
as his muscles locked into spasm and he cried out.
Dimly, he was aware of Mulder returning to lie alongside
him. He felt the other man slide his arms around him and
nestled into Mulder's embrace with a sigh.
Mulder, temporarily elated by the discovery that he
could reduce his partner to this quivering mass of
jelly, kissed the top of Alex's head and cuddled up to
him, allowing the tension to drain from him temporarily.
The diner sat in its pall of dust under the searing
light of the afternoon sun. Inside there were a few
people, and they sat in small groups, some drinking iced
tea, some munching dispiritedly on fries or nachos.
The door swung open and the scattered clientele glanced
lazily to see who had made good their retreat from the
heat. Tanya, the young woman behind the counter, drew in
her breath sharply at the sight of the two men entering.
They were both slim, lanky and dark haired and both were
dressed economically in cotton shirts and lightweight
jeans. They were both beautiful. The man in the lead had
shrewd hazel eyes, a prominent nose and a mouth that
promised sensuality. He was rangy rather than skinny,
with long legs that swelled most satisfactorily at the
thigh.
His companion was as wide-eyed as a baby with a small,
pointed chin and a tip-tilted nose. He looked young and
oddly innocent, but then he smiled. His smile was not
innocent at all. It hinted of something moving in dark
waters. It spoke of the creature that lurks in the alley
at night awaiting strangers. He too was well made, his
neat head poised on an elegant neck. Broad shoulders
extended to arms that swelled the sleeves of his short
sleeved shirt with well-defined muscle. The down on his
arms somehow added to his young, tender appearance. He
appeared oddly defenseless and vulnerable.
Prowling behind the man in the lead, it became obvious
that he was having a disagreement with him. They sat
down in a booth at the side of the room, and Tanya
scurried over with menus and glasses of ice water. She
wondered idly if either of them would be around on
Saturday and if they would go to the local dance. She
suspected that she would be out of luck.
Depositing the menus on the Formica table, she smiled
sweetly at them and asked if they would like a beverage,
mentally undressing them as she did so. The baby-faced
man gave her a killer grin and thanked her pleasantly,
ordering coffee while the older man sulked, his body
giving off signals of his irritation as he ignored her.
As she moved away to get the coffee for Alex, she was
aware that the two of them had begun to argue again,
their tone quiet, but nonetheless heated. Returning with
the carafe of coffee she poured Alex his drink and
raised her notebook to take their order. Both men placed
an order for tacos, and Alex winked at her as she
bustled away to give it to the cook, giving her a real
boost to her ego and making her think that the Saturday
dance might not be out of the question after all.
The two men, who had come into the diner purely for the
purposes of staging their quarrel, watched her go, and
Alex grinned encouragingly at Fox.
"OK, wait until we're partway through lunch and then
really let go. Do you want me to flirt a little with
her?" Mulder rolled his eyes at Alex, who wore the kind
of shit eating grin that Mulder was beginning to realize
presaged mischief on his partner's behalf. He shook his
head in amused disbelief.
Through the smoke and muted hubbub of patrons passing
their afternoon in gossip, the two agents cautiously
checked out the occupants of the room without appearing
obvious. Neither man could see anyone they recognized
but they continued to keep a close watch on the
proceedings as they began to put their plan into
practice.
They were starting to argue vehemently as Tanya brought
their food out to them. Alex smiled sweetly at her and
engaged her in a short conversation that made her glow
while Mulder sulked and pouted at her. Tanya finally
floated away, and the two of them dug into their lunch.
The food in the diner was surprisingly good and was soon
gone. Mulder surveyed a particularly delectable peach
pie that an elderly woman at a table nearby was eating
and promptly ordered it. As Tanya returned carrying a
generous slice, Alex put on his nastiest smile.
"You'll be losing your girlish figure in no time if you
eat that stuff. Then what will you do? Who will want you
then?" He reached over and fished out a piece of fruit
bringing it to his lips and making a production out of
sucking it into his mouth, then cleaning his fingers
like a cat.
Tanya felt her heart sink as her hopes were dashed.
These two sexy guys were obviously together right now
even if not for too much longer. As Mulder began to turn
purple, she beat a hasty retreat. Mulder half rose in
his seat and covertly checked to ensure that he was
being watched before launching into a diatribe that took
in his partner's antisocial habits, his appearance, his
nature and his disposition. Alex, meanwhile, was slowly
and methodically demolishing Mulder's pie with his
fingers, pausing from time to time to snigger as he
listened to the diatribe being directed against him.
Finally Mulder's anger wound itself down, and at that
point he became aware that there were only one or two
bites left of the dessert he had ordered. Alex was busy
licking his fingers as Mulder stared wide-eyed at his
plate. Alex snickered meanly and Mulder turned and
stomped out of the diner, tossing a bill onto the
counter as he went.
Alex, still grinning, lounged back in his seat and
finished the pie, gesturing to the uncertain Tanya to
refill his cup.
Tanya came across bearing a fresh pot of coffee and
topped up Alex's cup. Alex turned on his sincerest face
and batted his eyelashes at her, causing her to
experience a sudden rush of heat to her nether regions.
"We're new in town, Miss...." Alex allowed his voice to
trail away in polite inquiry.
"Tanya." She wet her lips and smiled at him.
"You look as if you should be called Tanya. Pretty
hair." Alex gave her another 100-watt smile and she
tossed her teased locks, licking her lips again. He was
hot. Maybe she had been wrong about the relationship
between the two men. He was certainly sending out
signals to her now. She met Alex's gaze, tumbled
headlong into widely spaced green eyes and was lost.
Alex at his most charming was irresistible, and he knew
it.
"What's the problem with your friend? He left in a bit
of a hurry." She had to know, she just had to.
"Oh, he's just a grouch. He's always like that when he
can't get what he wants." The implication was that he
wanted Alex. "The man's so cranky I don't think I want
to hang around with him today." Alex's eyes rested like
butterflies on her cheek, making her shiver slightly.
"Will you be in town for long?" Mentally she was
chanting a litany of "oh please, oh please."
"Well, to tell you the truth, we had a breakdown on the
road coming through here the other day. A guy called
Jack rescued us and I didn't really have time to say
thanks. I was kinda hoping to buy the man a beer or
something before we left. Our car won't be repaired
until tomorrow, so we've got time. I was wondering if he
was a regular in here, or if he was passing through. He
drives a white Grand Am, and he's a tall guy with sandy
hair." Alex was still looking at her, his gaze open and
sincere.
Tanya swallowed. "Oh, I think I know Jack; he's up at
the camp. He comes into town two or three days a week.
You're in luck though, 'cause it's music night over in
the bar and he and the rest of his crew always come down
for the entertainment. They have a group playing and
everything."
"The camp?" Alex's ears pricked up at this. "What's up
at the camp, honey?" He began to draw little circles on
the back of her hand with his long, tapered forefinger.
"Dunno. It's something experimental. The government, you
know." She smiled at him imploringly, and suddenly
became quiet as the door opened and Mulder stalked back
into the diner. As he approached their table, she
snatched her hand away in guilty confusion. Mulder
stalked them, petulance written on his features.
"I might have guessed you'd be fooling round, you cheap
slut!" Tanya drew her breath in sharply at this, and
Alex hastily fumbled for his wallet, mumbling apologies
to her as he extended a bill to the young woman with
whom he had been chatting.
Alex rose from his seat and hurried out, managing to
look sheepish and put upon at the same time. The two of
them made their way out of the diner and back to their
room, Mulder flouncing and Alex following like a
satellite. Once they reached their unit and closed the
door, the two of them turned to each other and grinned.
Alex gave his partner a high five.
"He's local! He and some others are coming down into
town tonight for some honky-tonk performance over in the
bar. We'll be able to take our time and check them out.
If they are the right ones, we'll be able to pick them
off one at a time. Allow me to congratulate you on your
impression of a tight-assed queen. Very accurate."
Mulder's grin grew wider and he put out his hand to cup
the back of Alex's head, drawing him in to meet his
lips. Alex moaned softly, moving in to put his arms
around the rangy body of his lover and pressing himself
up against the heat of him with a sigh.
His mouth opened under the other man's insistent
pressure. Mulder's tongue slid in past his parted lips
to run over his teeth, then behind to find his and tease
it slyly, caressing the inside of his mouth. For a
moment or two the couple continued to kiss. Mulder's arm
wound itself around Alex's waist as his other hand came
up to cup his chin, holding him steady while he explored
his mouth, savoring the taste and inwardly smiling at
the faint tang of peaches.
Alex was in heaven. He had wanted Mulder since the day
he had leaned across his desk to introduce himself to
the senior agent. He had never in a million years
imagined that he would be here like this, or that he
would ever be so soundly kissed by this man he desired
so strongly. He had known that Mulder's lips were built
for kissing, but he had not known how very good at it he
would be. Mulder was a great kisser! Alex lost himself
in the slide of tongue on tongue and the softness of lip
sliding over lip.
Mulder put his all into the kiss. Alex's eyes closed and
he could feel the tightness in his groin as their
embrace continued. He could feel their bodies taking
heat one from the other until finally the two of them
were gasping for breath.
Alex looked at his partner. The sight of him made him
shiver. His chest was heaving, his eyes were half lidded
and his face was flushed. The core of him began to fizz,
tingle and melt as the hot warmth began to trickle from
the back of his neck, down through his navel to ignite a
sweet fire in his balls.
"I can't get enough of you. See what you do to me?"
Alex's voice was soft but the desire in it was
unmistakable as he lifted one hand to lay it along the
side of Mulder's face, his thumb moving across to stroke
the incredible lower lip.
Mulder extended a pink tongue and licked the thumb
before sucking it into his mouth. Alex moaned and pulled
Mulder back up against him, gluing his mouth onto
Mulder's. His tongue plunged in past the boundary of
teeth as Alex gave it all he had, urgent in his need to
be close to the other agent. He could feel Mulder's
growing erection, and he pulled sharply in on Mulder's
behind, forcing their groins into close, intimate
contact.
Mulder was running his hands over Alex's body, stroking
the back of his neck, his sides, sliding down his back
to knead his buttocks as Alex continued to kiss him.
Whatever misgivings Mulder had been experiencing earlier
appeared to have gone now. He was driving Alex crazy.
Alex slid knowing hands around to unbutton Mulder's
shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and stroking the
skin he had exposed before zeroing in on first one tight
nipple and then the other.
"Are we going to do it again so soon? There's got to be
something in the water." Mulder's lazy voice tickled his
ears as Alex roamed his mouth down over cheek and jaw to
Mulder's throat. He paused to nip and suckle in the
hollow of Mulder's neck before moving on to fasten soft
lips and sharp teeth onto his nipple, taking the hard
button between his teeth and tonguing it until the other
man gasped out loud.
"This time," Alex's normally husky voice was tight as he
spoke around his catch, "this time we're going to make
you feel better than you've ever felt in your life. I
guarantee it." He lifted his head and smiled sweetly at
Mulder, who was thoroughly aroused by now.
Alex unfastened the button on Fox's jeans, sliding the
zipper down before reaching in to find and trace the
outlines of his sturdy cock. His fingers slid up and
down the length of it, pausing to touch the head and
feel the moisture starting there before firmly working
it up and down the length of the shaft.
Mulder threw his head back and parted his lips as he
gave himself up to the sensations his lover was inducing
in him, frowning when Alex stopped for a minute or two
to undress him.
"I can't imagine anything better than this morning," he
croaked. He vainly thrust his hips in an attempt to gain
some pressure from Alex's busy fingers. Alex chuckled
deep in his throat as he removed his hand, causing
Mulder to choke back a cry at the loss.
Swiftly Alex pushed down his partner's jeans and
underwear, kneeling to apply his greedy mouth to
Mulder's happily twitching cock. He tongued around the
ridge, flicking the small slit from which droplets of
moisture were welling up. As Mulder began to gasp and
move his hips rhythmically, Alex moved away yet again
and stood up, leading his lover over to the bed by the
simple expedient of grabbing hold of the man's cock and
towing him by it. Mulder stood, undecided for a few
seconds and then with a snarl that was worthy of the
wildest animal he began to remove Alex's clothes. He
tugged at them with little or no regard for the
fastenings and apparently without giving too much
thought to their functionality afterwards either.
Alex slipped off his shoes and as Mulder threatened to
rip open his shirt with suddenly clumsy fingers, he
hastily diverted Fox's hands to the button on his pants,
unfastening his own shirt quickly in the interests of
preserving it.
Finally naked together, Mulder put a hand out to touch
Alex's penis and Alex felt it pulse and throb as Mulder
squeezed it, sending a jolt through his body that
tingled all the way down before curling up his toes.
Alex moved in to take both cocks, squeezing them both
together and slipping up and down over the velvet skin
with a hand he had made wet with saliva.
The older man held on to Alex as sensation washed over
him. Alex could see that his partner was close already
and he released his grip in favor of moving in for
another kiss. As Mulder whimpered in protest, Alex
whispered softly.
"Sshh. It's OK. It will be really good this time, trust
me. You'll see." He took Mulder's hand and gestured for
him to lie down on the bed. Mulder sighed as he
stretched to lie sprawled and open, waiting to see what
was going to befall him next.
Alex was searching amongst the items he had flung into
his bedside table, and finally came up with a small tube
of KY Jelly.
"Do you take that everywhere you go?" Fox's voice
reached him from the bed.
"You never know when you're going to get lucky." The
reply came back with a grin.
"Do you feel lucky now?"
"God, Fox! How can you ask me that? This is like a
dream. I've wanted you ever since I first saw you. Even
when you ignored me and left me with my hand stuck out
like a dork. You are so beautiful and I never believed
you would ever be with me like this. Lucky? Lucky
doesn't begin to describe how I feel." He had lain down
as he was speaking, and as he talked he began to touch
him gently, running sure hands delicately over him,
circling a nipple before darting down to nip the soft
skin of his inner thigh. He cupped his balls and then
traced along the vein on the underside of his penis with
a single finger. Mulder clutched at Alex. His eyes
closed and he gave himself up to the teasing. He
stretched out and writhed as Alex continued to caress
and stroke him, arching into the touches.
Alex was slowly and surely bringing Mulder to a state of
complete, mindless desperation. As Mulder started to
moan gently and roll his head from side to side, Alex
finally lowered himself until he could lick and nibble
at his lover's torso. He paused to dip into Mulder's
navel, before moving lower to kiss and lick down the
groove where his thigh and pubis joined.
Mulder cried out in disbelief as Alex bypassed his erect
cock, making as if to grab his head and pull him into
position, but Alex took hold of his hand again, placed a
quick kiss in the palm and then placed it on the bed,
admonishing him.
"If you hold still for me I'll make you feel incredible,
baby, but if you don't, I'll stop," Mulder met green
eyes as he looked down.
"Sadist!"
Alex sniggered, and then as Mulder moaned again, Alex
pulled his legs apart and raised his knees before
kissing and nibbling his way down the inside of the
crease. He paused to drag his fingers over Mulder's
balls, watching the ridges rise and then licking and
nipping at the loose flesh while he worked his way
south.
His tongue dragged over Mulder's balls down to his
perineum, where he paused to lap and nibble for a moment
while Mulder whimpered and spread his legs wider. Alex's
hands were stroking and teasing, brushing Mulder's penis
repeatedly without ever permitting sufficient contact
for him to get going. Mulder began to beg and plead with
him and Alex laughed before moving lower still,
beginning to lick at his anus, dipping in and out, stiff
tongued as the other man cried out, writhing.
Alex laughed again as his lover drew up his knees and
pushed his hips towards him in an unspoken plea.
"You like that, baby? If you like that, you're gonna
love this." Alex squeezed out a ribbon of the KY and
slowly applied it to Mulder's now throbbing dick, still
tongue fucking him at the same time. Mulder screamed.
Alex stroked up and down on the length of Mulder's cock
as he slowly moved up to kneel over him. Mulder's eyes
were closed, his head was back and his teeth were firmly
clamped into his lush lower lip as he gave himself over
totally to the sensations Alex was causing in him.
Alex straddled him and sat back onto him, lodging the
head of the slippery penis into the cleft between his
buttocks. Slowly, he sank back, guiding Mulder's cock
past the tightness of the muscular ring that clasped him
firmly. Mulder's eyes flew open as Alex moved down on
him, impaling himself. He felt himself surrounded by
heat, silken, pulsing heat.
"Oh, my God!" Mulder could only croak as Alex sank down
on him, inching further and further into the wet velvet
tightness.
Once Mulder was totally enclosed by Alex's warmth, Alex
paused for a moment, glorying in the sensation of being
stretched to the bursting point by his lover. Mulder
licked suddenly dry lips, his flushed face and heaving
chest indications that he was very close to the edge.
Alex took hold of his hands, placing them on his own
stiff penis, prompting him to move them on him.
He gazed down at Mulder, drinking in the sight of this
beautiful man who was now his lover, then he began to
move on Mulder, using an up and down twisting motion
that made Mulder cry out again. The heat and slide of
his cock inside Alex brought the inexorable tide of
orgasm rising to overwhelm him.
Mulder strained to push inside his lover for one final
tiny fraction of am inch, and Alex could feel the throb
and flow as Mulder gave up his seed, shooting it deep
inside him. Mulder still clutched and pulled on Alex,
jerking his cock frantically as he bucked his own hips.
Alex, his fingers digging into Mulder's thighs, finally
exploded as his lover filled him.
His orgasm slammed though him. Spirals of sheer
sensation began in his balls, radiating outwards,
gathering momentum and finally rioting through his body,
finally forcing him to scream and spasm as he covered
Mulder's belly with glistening white pearls of liquid.
He gave a groan and collapsed forward over Mulder, where
he lay for several minutes, totally incapable of any
voluntary movement. Eventually, as Mulder softly stroked
his back, he gathered up enough energy to turn his head
and fasten his lips onto Mulder's. Sliding his arms
around him, he held him tightly and subsided again.
"Oh, God, I don't think I've ever felt quite like this
before," Alex mumbled, his lips still against Mulder's
mouth.
"You're pretty hot stuff, junior. I'm beginning to think
you should carry a government health warning." The smile
in Mulder's voice was clearly audible, and Alex, who was
still busily kissing Mulder along the corners of his
mouth, his jaw and his neck, purred like a cat as he
tightened his arms around him and squeezed the breath
from his body.
They lay for a little longer, holding each other, each
with his own private thoughts. To Alex it seemed as if
he never wanted to move from here again. He had hoped
for a brief seduction with a few days pleasant dalliance
before moving on again, but he was finding that with
each passing hour he was falling headlong into love with
the man in his arms.
This was not a good thing.
This was a very bad thing.
He rolled slightly to lie alongside Mulder, still
reluctant to release him from the circle of his arms. He
was trying to sort out in his brain how he could
possibly keep what he had, knowing why he had been
assigned to be Mulder's partner in the first place.
His eyes prickled and he buried his face into Mulder's
neck as he tried to lose himself in the closeness of his
love.
It didn't work.
Finally, regretfully, he peeled himself away from the
other man, dropped one last kiss on his forehead and
stumbled off to the shower, eyes misty and throat closed
with his sudden realization.
Inside the bathroom he sat forlornly on the edge of the
tub, hugging himself as he tried to collect his
scattered wits together.
He hadn't meant to fall in love. He had never been in
love before and although it was a wonderful thing,
something he wanted to keep, he knew it was based on
false foundations, and that the day would inevitably
come when he would have to stand and watch everything
come crashing down around him.
He could see himself alone forever, despised by the one
man he loved.
"Way to go, you son of a bitch! You've done some stupid
things in your time, but this has to be the dumbest so
far. Now what are you going to do?" He stared at his
reflection in the mirror, waiting for inspiration, but
all he could think of was the look in Fox's—his Fox's
—eyes as he came and the feel of his arms around him,
holding him so tightly he could not breathe.
He shook his head, turned and wearily climbed under the
shower, grabbing for the soap and beginning to wash away
the sweat and ejaculate that encrusted his body.
So lost in his own thoughts was he that he didn't notice
Mulder push through the steam. Nor was he aware of him
until a pair of arms snaked around him from behind and
lips descended on his neck, nibbling the angle of neck
and collarbone.
He felt his stomach swoop as if he were falling, as if
he were on a roller coaster. He was without any possible
means of preventing himself as he turned into Mulder's
embrace, slid his arms around the other man and buried
his face in him.
"What is it, Junior?" The inquiry was gentle, Mulder's
expression quizzical.
"I don't know. I just don't know. Oh, God, Fox, I love
you and I never meant to.." His voice was torn from him,
sounding ragged in his need. Mulder looked deep into
stormy green eyes and then stooped to kiss him hard,
tightening his arms around the miserable younger man.
"Come on, Junior. We've got to get ready for the party!
I'm looking forward to it." Mulder's smile turned hard
as he spoke, and Alex could see that he was going to
have a wild evening ahead of him.
When Alex entered the dimly lit bar, he had to wait for
his eyes to adjust to the darkness after the brightness
of the outdoors. Once they had, he almost immediately
saw the girl who'd been their waitress earlier that day.
Taking a seat at an empty table, he wondered how long it
would be until she saw him alone and came over to talk.
Only a few seconds had passed before she saw him and
made a beeline for his table.
"Hello, stranger," she said, giggling.
Alex smiled graciously. "Hello, yourself. Are you here
alone?"
Even in the darkness of the bar, Alex could see the
blush that blossomed on Tanya's cheeks at the inquiry.
"I'm here with Ben, but he's just a friend."
"I see," Alex grinned. "Well, do you think your friend
would mind if maybe later you told me a little more
about what there is to do around here?"
"Gosh no," Tanya said, hurriedly. "What I mean to say is
I'd be happy to help you out."
Before Alex could respond with some witty, suggestive
remark, he heard a man's voice behind him.
"Tanya, why don't you go fetch me a beer from the bar?"
Alex turned around and saw a large man get up from the
table behind him. He instantly wondered if this was one
of the fuckers who had attacked Mulder.
"I don't work here. Why don't you get it yourself?"
Tanya asked quietly yet defiantly.
The man put a beefy arm around Tanya's shoulders.
"Because you're a good little girl and won't mind doing
me a favor. Right, honey?"
Tanya sighed heavily and nodded. "Fine, but you owe me."
Waving his hand dismissively at the young woman, the
stranger put out his hand to Alex.
"The name's Wade. I'd be happy to answer any questions
you may have about this area."
Alex smiled and shook his hand. "Thanks, Wade. I'm
Alex." He made a point of trailing his eyes down the
man's lean frame before looking him in the eye again.
"I'm sure there would be a few things you could help me
with, especially since I find myself alone tonight. I
kind of had a falling out with—"
Wade put his hand up to stop Alex in mid-sentence. "No
need to explain." He bent down, his voice dropping to a
whisper. "I saw what happened at the diner."
"You did, huh?"
Wade nodded and smirked. He looked at Tanya. "Run along
and get that beer, honey."
Tanya frowned and saw any hopes of pursuing Alex fly out
the window. She definitely knew that she didn't stand a
chance now.
Wade sat down across from Alex. "So, what kind of
questions do you have for me?"
"Well," Alex said, sitting up a little. "To tell you the
truth, I'm going a little stir crazy out here. My
partner and I were supposed to be working but we've
gotten sidetracked."
"Yeah, I heard about him getting attacked. Guess he was
beat up pretty good, huh?"
Alex's heart started beating faster, but instead of
giving in to his urge to fly across the table and choke
the information out of his new friend, he smiled tightly
and waited it out.
"What did you hear about that? He doesn't remember a
thing."
"Not much really. My friend said he gave you two a ride
into town. Found your friend wandering along the side of
the road."
"Oh, you mean Jack? Yeah, he was a lifesaver."
"So, what's the FBI doing out here?"
The question sent a chill down Alex's spine. Since he
and Fox had gotten into town, neither of them had
identified themselves to anyone. The only people who had
seen Mulder's ID were the driver of the van and the
person who had been in the passenger seat. They'd
already established that the driver bore a remarkable
resemblance to Jack, so that could only mean Alex was
sitting across from the man who'd been sitting in the
passenger seat that day.
Clenching his jaw, Alex spoke, his voice not betraying
an ounce of the rage he was feeling. It was vital he put
his target at ease before he went in for the kill.
"We were sent out here to investigate some killings that
took place a few towns over. Of course, we've been
relieved of our duties because of what happened to my
partner."
Wade nodded his head and smiled at Tanya when she came
over with a bottle of beer. He thanked her and waited
until she had left before he started talking to Alex
again.
"I didn't know the FBI allowed gay agents."
Alex raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
"That scene with your partner earlier. It's obvious you
two are together...or that you were together. You two
do that a lot?" The smile that oozed across his face
convinced Alex he'd be able to rip the guy's throat out
with his teeth. He had to play it cool if he was going
to get the rest of them, though.
"Do what?"
"Fight in public. You guys really mad at each other or
is it just a game you're playing?"
Alex's smile froze to his face. There was no way this
guy could know what they'd been up to. "Why would you
ask that?"
"You know. Pretend to have a little fight. Get the blood
flowing.... Go back to your room and fuck each other."
"Not this time," Alex grinned. God, he wanted to take
this asshole out right now. "No, Wade, this time I'm
outta luck."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, since his 'attack'," Alex made the quotes sign as
he said the word, "he hasn't really been in the mood.
It's starting to get a little old, you know?"
"I bet. You look like a guy who doesn't like to be put
off."
"You got that right." Alex reached across the table and
took Wade's drink from him. He took a sip and looked him
in the eye, licking the lip of the bottle before handing
it back. "Besides, we've kind of been on the outs for a
while. I think this might have just sealed the deal."
Without missing a beat, Wade eased forward and leaned
over the table. "You interested in making some new
friends?"
Alex thought about the opportunity that was presenting
itself and this time his smile was genuine. He leaned
toward Wade and swore he saw the man start to sweat a
little. This was going to be so much fun.
"What kind of friends? They anything like you?"
"You bet." Wade nodded his head in the direction of the
door. "Let's go."
"Okay." Alex stood up and walked toward the entrance to
the bar, not bothering to wait for Wade. He knew that
Fox would be waiting in a car to follow him in case he
got taken somewhere. Glancing surreptitiously toward the
late model Ford, he imagined he could see Mulder smiling
at him.
"You ready?" Wade's voice grated on every nerve in
Alex's body, but he forced himself to turn around.
"Whenever you are. This had better be worth my time."
The dark glint in Wade's eyes told Alex more than he
needed to know. As he casually moved his hand to his
back to feel for the gun he had hidden in his jeans,
Alex knew that taking these guys out would be easier
with every passing second.
Alex followed Wade to a brand new pick up truck and got
in. As they pulled away from the bar and got onto the
highway, he glanced in the side view mirror at Mulder.
He really wanted to do this for him, but he didn't want
him to see it. Mulder had insisted that Alex have back
up and Alex had relented, knowing Mulder needed to be in
on it as well.
"So, where you taking me?" Alex made a show of relaxing
in the seat, putting his arm along the back so his hand
was almost touching Wade's shoulder.
"I was planning on meeting some friends at my place."
"Great. I'm up for a party."
Alex wanted to shoot the smile that appeared on Wade's
face. "Yeah, I bet you are," Wade said, fixing his eyes
on Alex's crotch. Alex moved his hips a little and felt
himself getting hard at the thought of making this guy
suffer. It was the perfect effect because Alex soon
noticed Wade paying more attention to what was in his
passenger's pants than what was on the road. At one
point when Alex reached a hand down to adjust himself,
making sure to let his fingers linger slightly, he was
sure they'd end up in a ditch.
Finally, they pulled into the driveway of a modest
looking ranch style house. It looked nothing like Alex
had thought it would. The yard was neat and manicured,
the house looked as if it had a fresh coat of paint and
everything seemed to be in order. There were three other
cars pulled up in front of the house. Sitting ducks.
Wade turned off the engine and looked at Alex, who was
checking the mirror for any sign of Mulder. He saw the
car drive by and knew that he would turn around and head
back as soon as he and Wade were in the house and the
coast was clear. Alex's heart was racing, and he was
sure he'd be able to take all of them on with the
adrenaline that was pumping through his veins alone.
Being armed and having his lover as back up were only
going to make it easier.
Alex started to get out of the truck, when he was
stopped by a hand on his shoulder. He turned to look at
Wade, wondering how much the guy would miss his arm
after it was ripped out of the socket.
"Not so fast. I was thinking we could have a little fun
before we went in there."
"You mean you don't want to share me with your friends?"
Alex's voice sounded so sincere to his own ears, he
would have laughed if the situation had been different.
"That's right." Wade's hand moved down from Alex's
shoulder to rest on the bulge in his jeans. He started
kneading it through the rough material and leaned toward
Alex, sucking on his neck. "How's that feel? You like
that?"
"Uh huh." Alex bit his lip, ready to do whatever he
needed in order to get into the house so he could face
the men who'd hurt Fox.
Wade raised his head and looked Alex in the eyes.
"You've got a really pretty mouth." He moved in and
started kissing Alex, forcing his mouth open, his tongue
invading the resistant heat. Alex squeezed his eyes shut
and made himself respond to the intrusion as if he were
having the time of his life. His own hand moved down to
take hold of Wade's and he began moving both of their
hands over his crotch. He moaned into Wade's mouth
giving every indication that this was the hottest thing
that had ever happened to him. He'd been trained well.
He was about to let Wade unzip his pants when he heard
the driver's side door open and the familiar snick of a
gun being cocked.
When he opened his eyes, he saw Fox leaning into the cab
of the truck, his gun to the back of Wade's head. The
expression on the shocked man's face made Alex laugh as
he took a firmer grasp on the intrusive hand, bending
the fingers back painfully.
"What the hell-"
"Shut the fuck up, asshole." Alex hissed into his face.
"See, my partner remembers everything that happened to
him and now we're going to pay a little visit to the
sacks of shit who hurt him."
"Out of the truck." Mulder grabbed the back of Wade's
collar and dragged him out and onto the ground, his gun
trained on him every second. Alex got out and walked
around the truck to join his partner. He knew it wasn't
the time or the place, but he quickly kissed Fox's mouth
still allowing him to keep his eye on the man on the
ground.
"Fox, are you sure you want to do this?" Alex was
concerned that if Fox saw the men inside he might have a
relapse and wouldn't be able to back him up if things
got out of hand.
"Yeah, I'm sure." The words were slow and deadly and
sent a chill down Alex's spine. At that moment he loved
Fox more than he thought possible.
Alex knelt down next to Wade. "Okay, we're going to go
in there like everything's fine. Are any of them armed?"
When he wasn't answered right away, Alex pulled his gun
out and shoved the barrel into the sneering face. He
spoke softly and methodically. "I could shoot you now
and when they come out to see what's going on, my
partner and I could catch them all by surprise. Or you
can help us and live." He moved in closer until his lips
were brushing Wade's ear. "Maybe you could even have a
little fun. You get off watching guys get hurt? Work
with us and I'll make sure you get a hell of a show."
Mulder crouched down. "I'm going to have you in my
sights the whole time. You make any sudden moves and
your friends are going to have your brains all over
them. As much as I'd like to see that, I really think
you should listen to Alex."
Wade nodded and licked his lips and started sputtering.
"Okay, fine. They're not armed. They're all in there.
The guys who fucked with you, man. Even Ray."
"Who the hell is Ray?" Mulder asked as he stood up.
"The driver. Jack's brother."
Alex and Mulder exchanged a quick look. Grabbing Wade by
his shirt, Alex stood up, pulling him up by the collar.
"Okay, it's showtime. Let's go." He put the gun back
into the back of his jeans and shoved Wade ahead of him.
Mulder followed them to the front door and stood guard
as they entered the house.
"They're in the back room," Wade said as they walked
down a short corridor. "Just don't hurt me, okay?"
Alex grabbed the back of Wade's neck, stopping him in
his tracks. "Don't do anything stupid and I'll think
about it." He gave a hard squeeze before releasing him.
"Go."
Wade opened the door to a room at the end of the hall
and walked in with Alex close behind. Mulder had
followed them inside and was standing just out of sight,
his gun ready if he needed to help Alex.
The room looked like any other den in any other house.
There was a couch and a couple of armchairs arranged in
front of a television. The TV was off and there were
four men sitting down, drinking beer and laughing. Alex
clenched his jaw at the sight of them talking and joking
and held himself back from going for the throat of the
nearest man.
"Hey, you guys." Wade said cheerfully, impressing Alex
with his performance. "Sorry it took me so long to get
here. I'd like you to meet someone." He gestured toward
Alex.
One of the men stood up and walked over to the two of
them. "Hi. Name's Dan." He put out his hand for Alex to
shake.
Ignoring the outstretched hand, Alex walked past him and
sat down in one of the chairs. "I thought you said this
was going to be a party, Wade." He put his feet up on
the coffee table and made eye contact with each man,
making sure to hold each gaze before moving on to the
next.
"Yeah, it is," Wade said, going to a small refrigerator
in the corner of the room. He took out two beers and
walked back to Alex, handing him one. "This is Alex.
He's passing through."
"Hey, aren't you here with that FBI guy?" one of the men
asked, standing up and walking over to stand closer to
Alex.
Alex sat up. "Uh huh. Why?"
"I heard he ran into a little trouble." He laughed and
the others soon joined in. Alex looked at all of them
and smiled.
"Yeah, he did, the fucking idiot. Can't even remember
what happened to him. Isn't that the stupidest thing
you've ever heard?" He took a swallow of beer and wiped
his mouth with the back of his hand. "You know, I know
I'm supposed to watch his back, but I'm almost glad the
asshole got hurt."
Dan stepped forward. "Why's that?"
"Shit, if you knew him you wouldn't ask. He's been such
a dick to me since we've been partners. It's just nice
to see the fucker get his. That must sound pretty shitty
to you guys, huh?" Alex took another sip of beer to try
and kill the bitter taste he had in his mouth from
saying those things about Mulder.
"Not at all." The voice came from the back of the room.
Alex hadn't noticed the man who'd been standing in the
corner, leaning casually against the wall. He looked
exactly like Jack. "In fact," he sauntered across the
room until he was standing next to Alex's chair, "you're
gonna like what we have to tell you."
He squatted next to the arm of the chair. "But you have
to promise not to arrest us." He grinned, and Alex's
stomach twisted into a hard knot.
"What is it?" Alex leaned over the arm of the chair, his
face inches from Ray's.
"We're the ones who fucked up your partner."
"No shit." Alex sounded incredulous. "Really?"
Ray nodded. "And guess what?"
Alex leaned forward a little more, smiling, waiting for
the right moment to make his move. "What?"
Ray put his hand on the back of Alex's head and drew him
closer until their lips were almost touching. "Now we're
gonna fuck you up." Before Alex could reach back for his
weapon, he felt the cold steel of a gun pressed to the
base of his skull and a rough hand relieve him of his
9mm. He stared at the doorway, waiting for Mulder to
start shooting.
"Your partner's not there, Alex," Ray said, standing up.
"I saw what happened in the driveway. Good thing I had
to get something out of the kitchen, huh, Wade?"
Wade grinned and nodded his head.
"Yeah," Ray continued, "he was awfully easy to sneak up
behind and knock out. I guess the Bureau just doesn't
train their agents as well as they used to." He ran his
fingers down the side of Alex's face. "We're gonna have
a little reunion with him...once we finish with you."
"Fuck you," Alex growled.
In a flash, Ray's hand was around Alex's throat, the
fingers digging into the flesh. "No, man. It's all going
to be about you, Alex." His fingers continued to tighten
around Alex's neck until the agent thought he was going
to pass out. Seconds before he lost consciousness, Ray
let him go.
Though he wanted to rub his aching throat, Alex refused
to show any sign of weakness and kept his hands still.
His mind raced as he tried to figure out a way to get
out of this situation. He cursed himself for letting Fox
down. Dammit! Where the hell did they have him? He
couldn't do anything until he knew if his partner and
lover was okay.
"Where's Mulder?" His voice was a feeble croak.
Ray shoved Alex back into the chair and leaned over him.
"All you need to know is that if you don't cooperate,
he's gonna suffer."
"What do you mean?" He swallowed. "Are you going to kill
him?"
"Don't act like a dumb fuck, Alex." He brushed his lips
against Alex's cheek, his lips coming to rest next to
his ear. "If you give us any trouble, we're gonna do
things to him to make him wish he was dead. Do you
understand what we're telling you?" Alex nodded and
thought about the knife he had hidden in his boot. If he
could catch one of them unaware, he might be able to
take him down, but what the hell would that mean for
Fox? Maybe he could cause enough of a distraction to get
his gun back.
"Good." Ray straightened up and looked at one of the men
still seated on the couch. "Phil, why don't you take
Alex to that back bedroom and secure him?"
Phil stood up and seemed to fill the room. Alex didn't
quite feel panic setting in, but it was awfully close.
When a meaty hand grabbed his arm and practically lifted
him out of the chair, he knew he'd have to do something
quickly.
In a flash he had his knife in his hand and had buried
it in Phil's massive gut. Before he could make another
move, he was knocked down to the ground, a knee in his
back and the sickeningly unsettling click of a bullet
being loaded into a chamber echoing in his ear.
"You stupid shit!" Ray's voice reverberated through the
room and Alex felt his head being yanked up by the hair.
"God, I'm gonna have fun with you, boy." Ray slammed
Alex's head into the floor.
There was a sharp flash of pain and he was aware of the
skin on his forehead splitting open. He felt blood begin
to trickle down his face when another blow blindsided
him. Before he passed out, he heard someone yelling that
they needed to get help for the bastard he'd stabbed. He
hoped the son of a bitch died.
Alex was awakened by the dull pounding in his head and a
steady ache in his shoulders. He could hear the muffled
sound of people talking behind a door and willed his
mind to orient itself to his surroundings. If he could
open his eyes, that would be a brilliant start. His
first attempt at casually persuading his eyes to open
was hampered by a thin layer of congealed blood gluing
his eyelashes together. Wondering for a moment why he
had been bleeding, he remembered the scene in the living
room and forced his eyes open. He swore he could feel
his lashes being ripped out by the action, but knew it
was just his imagination.
The room was pitch black and he strained to make out any
shapes at all. There was no light source at all, and he
realized that if there were any windows, they had
probably been blocked off. The mumbling outside the door
continued, but Alex couldn't make out what was being
said. He tried to move his arms and discovered they were
cuffed behind his back and tied to the chair in which he
was sitting. At least he wasn't tied down to a bed, he
thought wryly. He shifted in the seat and realized his
legs had also been tied to the chair.
He grunted as he pulled on his restraints. His arms were
pulled back so tightly, they were almost numb.
"Alex?" The voice in the darkness startled him and he
was sure he must be hallucinating because it sounded
like Fox.
"Alex, are you awake?" This time he was sure it was
Mulder.
"Fox," he croaked. His throat was still sore from when
Ray had choked him, but he managed to make himself
heard.
"Thank god. When they brought you in here...I saw the
blood and I didn't know what they'd done to you."
"Fox, where are we?"
"It's just a bedroom. They have me tied to the bed."
Alex immediately felt guilty for the relieved amusement
he'd felt at not finding himself in the position Fox was
in now.
"Have they said anything to you?" Alex continued to
search for any slack anywhere in his bonds, but nothing
gave way.
"Just the same shit about having a good time. Alex," for
the first time, Fox's voice broke, "I don't know what
I'll do if they touch me again."
"I'll kill them, Fox. I'll fucking stick my gun down
their throats and kill them."
Fox gave out a choked cry...or laugh. Alex couldn't tell
which. "You have to get free first, babe. Good luck."
Now he just sounded resigned to the fact that they were
up shit creek.
"It'll be okay-"
The door opened and the room was flooded with light as
someone flicked the wall switch. Alex had to shut his
eyes against the blinding flash but then eased them
open, squinting at the glare. His eyes flicked around
the room and he saw Fox with both hands above his head,
secured with nylon rope to an iron headboard. His legs
were bound together, but not to the bed, allowing him to
at least relieve some of the pressure on his arms. The
bed and the chair he was tied to were the only pieces of
furniture in the room.
"Good, you're awake, Alex." Ray's voice dripped with
hostile sincerity as he walked into the room. He glanced
at Fox before crouching in front of Alex. "Phil's
alive."
"Too bad." Alex's head was rocked violently by the
sudden, unexpected blow that came from behind him. He
heard a gasp from Mulder and wanted to tell him that it
was all right.
Ray looked up and shook his head. "Dan, please don't do
that unless I tell you to. Okay?" He smiled and looked
at Alex. "Phil's his best friend. He's a little upset."
Alex tried to shake off the stars that were still
clouding his vision. "Sorry, wouldn't want your fuck
buddy to be upset." He looked quickly at Mulder to
reassure him that things were fine. Seeing the look of
concern in the hazel eyes made a lump rise in his
throat. Smiling weakly, he managed a quick wink before
looking back at Ray.
"I don't fuck him, but he is my friend. I really think
you and your partner owe us for what you've done here
today."
"What about what you did to me, you motherfucker?"
Mulder's voice surprised Ray and he turned to look at
him. He rose slowly to his feet and walked over to the
bed. He sighed and took a seat on the edge.
"Agent Mulder, why are you so upset about that?" He
gestured toward Alex. "You've probably sucked his cock
more times than you can count...what was the big deal
about a few more guys?"
Mulder pulled his legs up and kicked out at Ray,
knocking him off the bed. In a flash, Ray was on his
feet, but he made no move toward either Mulder or Alex.
Instead he surprised them both by smiling.
"Well, I think it's about time I let you know what we
want."
Krycek looked at Mulder, hoping he didn't look as uneasy
as he felt. God knew what these scum would make them do.
"Wade, why don't you lock the door? Dan, do you have the
key to the handcuffs?"
Dan walked around from behind Krycek and handed Ray a
tiny, silver key. Krycek glared at him.
"Are you letting us go? Good choice because this
place'll be swarming with Feds if no one hears from us."
Ray's eyes widened and the smile on his face grew even
wider. "Alex, we're not planning on keeping you here.
We'll let you go after you do a few things for us.
You're not prisoners."
"Could've fooled me, asshole." Ray looked at Mulder,
who'd said what Krycek had been thinking. "I've haven't
heard that much about Southwestern hospitality, but I
never thought it included abducting strangers and tying
them up."
"Yeah, Ray," Krycek interjected, "did you and you
friends get tired of humping the local livestock? Or do
they just all take off when they see you guys heading
their way and now you have to find other unwilling—"
Dan's hand flew and Krycek's head rocked back as he felt
the cut on his forehead reopen. Blood trickled down the
front of his face and his head was reeling from the
blow, but Krycek wouldn't stop taunting his captors.
"Hey, Mulder. You're a profiler. You think this guy has
a hard time getting it up?" He looked Ray in the eye.
"No pun intended, of course."
"Sexual dysfunction could be the underlying cause of his
sociopathic tendencies," Mulder said, grimacing as he
shifted on the bed in an attempt to find a more
comfortable position in which to sit.
"And when he does get it up," Krycek continued, "I bet
he can't keep it up for very long, right Ray? Is that
why you just watch? You can't fuck anyone, so you have
your boys do it for you?"
Without a word, Ray walked over to Krycek. That sickly
smile was still pasted to his face, but when he bent
down to whisper into Krycek's ear, his voice was pure
venom.
"I'm gonna have my boys fuck your partner in front of
me, Alex. You get to watch, too."
Alex fought his restraints in a vain attempt to tear off
Ray's face, but only succeeded in making his tormentor
laugh.
"Easy, fella," Ray said, stroking Alex's hair and
laughing. Ray looked at Mulder. "We're gonna leave you
two alone for a little while."
Krycek frowned at the sudden turnaround. What the hell
was going on? As if sensing his question, Ray turned
back to him.
"Thought you'd like to think about it before you see
it," he again whispered. "Give you time to get nice and
hard thinking about seeing your boy get fucked." Krycek
felt Ray's lips press against his ear and the hot rush
of air as he sighed made Alex shiver. "Just think how
loud he's gonna scream."
Krycek felt sick at hearing the words and fought back
the bile he felt rising in his throat. He couldn't
panic. He had to keep his head.
Ray noted Krycek's reaction then stood up and looked
around the room. "Okay, guys, let's go."
As the men filed out, Ray looked at Mulder and Krycek
and winked. "Catch you in a few." He flicked the light
switch and the two men were once again plunged into
darkness.
"Alex, what did he tell you?"
"Nothing. He was just being an ass. No surprise there."
"Tell me."
Krycek sighed. "Fox, when they come back in here, you
need to put up a hell of a fight. Your legs are free, if
you can manage to catch them off guard..."
"What? Why? What are they going to do to me?"
When Krycek didn't answer, Mulder was hit with the
sudden realization that he knew exactly what they were
going to do to him.
"Fox, I'm gonna try and get them to stay away from you,
okay?"
"How? If they get it into their head that they want to
hurt me, they will. You can't do anything."
"Yeah, I can. I can distract them. I can get them to
untie me. They're not going to touch you, Fox. If they
do, I'll rip their heads off. Hell, I'll do that
anyway." He laughed in what he hoped was a careless
manner, but it sounded unsure and almost panicked to his
own ears.
"Alex, I don't want you to get hurt. I can handle this."
Krycek didn't say anything in response. He knew that Fox
was lying to both of them. He cursed himself for being
so damn cocky and sure that he could have handled all of
them on his own. Now his mind was racing as he tried to
formulate a plan to keep those pieces of shit away from
his partner. The only weapons he had were his words and
he didn't know if anyone would listen to him if he tried
to talk their way to freedom. He ran a dry tongue over
his lips and felt the knot of anxiety in his stomach
growing as he anticipated their captors' return. A part
of his mind was already resigning itself to the fact
that he was going to see his new lover raped in front of
him, and he was fighting like hell to not just give up.
Their situation seemed hopeless. The only thing he could
console himself with was the fact that as soon as they
let them go, he would kill each and every one of them as
painfully as possible. This was assuming they were even
allowed to leave there alive.
The sound of the door being opened made Krycek sit up
and raised the hairs on the back of his neck. He tried
to swallow around the lump in his throat as he stared at
the men silhouetted in the doorway.
"You ready, Alex?" Ray's voice. "Turn the light on,
Wade."
Once again Krycek had to close his eyes against the
onslaught of brightness. His eyes soon adjusted and he
saw Ray, Wade and Dan enter the room and lock the door
behind them.
"Where're Curly and Moe?" Krycek asked, referring to the
two missing men.
"They're both with Phil," Ray answered. "Plus we needed
someone to take care of anyone who might come after you
two...if you were telling the truth about them looking
for you eventually."
"Hey, listen, Ray. I think we got off on the wrong
foot." Krycek smiled at the men who were now looking at
him with puzzled expressions on their faces. They
reminded Krycek of a Doberman he used to have. It was
the stupidest creature on the face of the planet but
knew how to kill when the time called for it.
"Is that so? And how did you come to this sudden
revelation?"
"Look, you let us go and we'll walk out of here as if
nothing happened. We won't press charges. Just leave us
alone and we'll leave town as soon as possible."
Ray laughed and hit Wade's shoulder. "He's begging us to
let him go. What a pussy." He moved to crouch down in
front of Krycek. Lowering his voice so no one could hear
him, he leaned forward. "You didn't really believe me
before, did you? About your little boyfriend, I mean."
Frowning, Krycek tried to read Ray's face but the
bastard wasn't giving anything up. "What the hell are
you talking about?"
Ray raised up slightly and put an arm on either side of
his captive, bringing his face uncomfortably close. For
a second, Krycek thought he was going to kiss him.
"We're not going to do anything to your boy...you are."
A mixture of relief and confusion swept over Krycek, and
he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. As that thought
skated across his mind, he added being reduced to a
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"We've decided that it'd be more fun to watch you two.
You up for that, Alex?"
"What's the catch?"
"No catch. Give us what we want and we'll let you go.
Don't, and we can kill you right now. You know how many
places there are around here to hide the bodies of two
federal agents? By the time they find you, you'll be
nothing but bleached bones."
Krycek looked over at Mulder, who was straining to hear
what was being said. He could do what he had to in order
to get them out of there. He'd make sure to put Fox
completely at ease...well, as much as he could be under
the circumstances. "Okay," he whispered.
"What was that?" Ray asked, putting a hand to his ear.
"I said, okay, you sack of shit."
"Oh, so we're not friends anymore, Alex? I'm hurt." He
stood up and clapped his hands together. "Okay. Alex
here has agreed to putting on a little show for us." He
looked at Mulder, who was trying to catch Krycek's eye.
"Your boyfriend agreed to fuck you in front of us, Agent
Mulder."
"What? I-Alex?"
Before Krycek could say anything, Dan had moved around
behind him and was uncuffing his hands. He then cut away
the rope that had been holding his arms back. Krycek
winced as the circulation started in his arms and he
rubbed his reddened wrists.
"Oh, and if you were thinking of trying anything," Ray
said as he pulled Krycek's weapon out from behind his
back, "we've got you covered. I'm an excellent shot.
Number one at the academy, actually."
Krycek stared at the barrel of his weapon. "You're a
cop?" he asked, incredulously.
"Did I say that?" He looked at Wade. "You untie Agent
Mulder. We want to make sure they're comfortable."
Wade took out a Bowie knife and walked to the bed.
Mulder flinched slightly as he started sawing through
his bonds. Once he was freed, he slowly massaged his
arms to get the blood flowing and watched as Wade went
to kneel down in front of Alex to cut his legs free. He
would have made a move then, but as if reading his
thoughts, Dan pulled out a gun and snicked off the
safety.
"Like I said, we've got you covered, fellas." Ray smiled
and gestured with his gun toward Mulder. "Go on, Alex.
He's waiting for you."
Krycek stood on shaky legs and walked over to the bed.
He sat down on the edge of it and put a comforting arm
on Mulder's leg. "This is insane, isn't it?" He tried to
smile as he said it, but it looked like a grimace.
"Alex, we can take them," Mulder whispered. "We're both
free and have to be in better shape..."
"But we're unarmed. We'd be dead before we even figured
out what we were going to do." He raised his hand up and
cupped the side of Mulder's face. "It'll be okay. Just
close your eyes and imagine we're back in our room. I'll
make this really good for you."
"You guys are talking way too much and I have the
feeling you're trying to figure out a way to get out of
here. It's simple. Either get started or we kill you.
Make a choice." Ray sounded impatient, and the two men
with him simply laughed.
Krycek turned to look at him. "Hey, I'm trying to set a
mood here. Unlike you, I have a willing partner." He
wasn't going to mention the fact that the only
experience with a man Mulder had was what had happened
in their motel room. God knew what Ray would do with
that information.
Ray's fist flew and Krycek felt his lip split open and
the coppery sweet taste of blood in his mouth.
"Alex, get to it, or I'm gonna change my mind and do it
myself."
Krycek touched his lip then looked at his blood-covered
fingers. He glared at the three men who were watching
him with amused expressions. Turning his attention back
to Mulder, he smiled. "Gosh, being forced to have sex at
gunpoint. Talk about performance anxiety."
Mulder laughed despite himself and did his best to block
out the three pairs of eyes, which were scrutinizing him
and his partner. He concentrated on looking into Alex's
deep, dark eyes, remembering how it had felt to be
touched by him. Remembering the taste of him when he'd
taken Alex's penis into his mouth for the first time,
the feeling of power he'd had at being able to pleasure
his partner in that way. Regardless of their current
situation, Mulder felt himself becoming aroused at the
memory and wanted to feel Alex's arms around him, that
mouth covering his own, making him know everything would
be okay.
Krycek sensed the sudden shift in his partner and moved
in closer until their lips were barely touching. The
sensation of Fox's tongue gently licking away the drying
blood on his lip sent a thrill to his groin, and any
fear of not being able to do this soon vanished. For
that moment, it was just the two of them, and he was
going to make sure he got his lover through this.
Krycek moved his hand back down to rest on Mulder's leg
and began slowly running it along the inside of his
thigh. His mouth opened at the teasing of Mulder's
tongue, and the two were soon engaged in a desperate,
longing kiss which almost made them forget where they
were. As Krycek languidly trailed his tongue along the
hot recesses of Mulder's mouth, he sighed and felt
Mulder respond to the gentle flow of warm breath. He
snaked his hand up to cup the hardness of Mulder's
crotch and smiled against his lips at the groan his
touch elicited.
"Don't mean to spoil the "mood", Alex, but we don't want
to see a make out session." Ray's voice intruded upon
them and Krycek broke the kiss."Get on with it."
"Ray," Krycek said, obviously trying to control himself,
"if you don't like the way we're doing this, why don't
you get your boys to put on a show for you?"
He felt a hand take a hold of his hair and yank
backwards until he was looking into Ray's face. "I've
had so much patience with you, Alex," he sneered. "I
don't know why, but I've let you get away with a lot.
Don't fuck with me now."
The cool feeling of steel against his temple silenced
any words Krycek was going to say.
"Dan, why don't you strip Agent Mulder while I keep Alex
quiet." Ray pressed the gun harder to Alex's head and
moved the hand that had been pulling painfully on his
hair down to the back of his neck. He started massaging
the tense muscle and Krycek bit down on his lip to stop
himself from flinching at the touch. "Mulder, you let
them do it or I'll kill your little boyfriend, okay?"
Mulder nodded and started to take off his shirt,
watching Krycek's face the entire time. Before he could
finish removing it, it was yanked violently over his
head by Dan.
"Hey, FBI man, you remember how much you liked sucking
my cock?" he taunted him. "You want some more?" He
laughed as Mulder pursed his lips and closed his eyes.
"Dan, just get his clothes off. Don't be an asshole."
Ray sounded as if he were chastising a child. "Can you
believe I'm friends with this jerk?" He continued
rubbing Krycek's neck and lowered the gun a little.
"Alex, why don't you just go ahead and finish what you
two were doing. Dan's pissing me off. Wade, can you
escort Dan out of the room, please? And make sure to
lock the door behind him."
Dan stood face to face with Ray, a stupid grin frozen on
his face. "What did I do?"
"I don't know, Dan." Ray's voice mocked Dan's whining
tone. "Maybe I'm just sick of you being such a stupid
fuck." Before anyone could react to what was happening,
Ray fired the gun, and Dan fell against Krycek before
slumping to the floor. In the split second that it took
for Krycek to realize what had happened, he'd grabbed
Ray's wrist and stood up. Wade made a move toward
Krycek, his knife at the ready, when another shot rang
out and Wade hit the floor. Krycek looked behind him and
saw Fox holding Dan's gun. He must have gotten it off
the body just in time to save his life. The gun was now
pointed at Ray.
"Give Alex your gun, Ray."
Ray looked at him defiantly, his arm still being held in
the air by Krycek. "You killed him, you son of a bitch."
The words were said as if Ray were making a statement
about what a beautiful day it was outside.
"Give Alex your gun or I will shoot you." Mulder
tightened his finger on the trigger, anticipating the
chance he would have to kill the man in front of him.
With a sigh, Ray let go of the gun. "You're not going to
be able to keep me in prison, you know." He smiled
sickly. "And when I get out, I'm going to make sure and
look you up in Washington. I really liked the way you
performed the other day. I bet you liked it too, but
you're just afraid your boy'd get jea—"
"Shut the fuck up!" Krycek screamed as he shoved Ray
backwards, running him into the wall and slamming him
against it hard enough to knock the wind out of him.
"You say another word and I'll blow your fucking head
off."
"Alex, don't." Mulder walked across the room and put a
hand on Alex's shoulder. "Don't do this. Don't shoot
him."
Krycek looked at Mulder, stunned. "What? Mulder, he's
responsible for what happened to you."
"I know. I just wanted to have a little talk with him
first." Mulder brought up his hand and showed Ray the
knife he now had in his possession. Trailing the cold
blade along Ray's cheek, he managed a slight smile.
"How're you doing, Ray?"
For the first time since he had lost control of the
situation, Ray looked worried, but it passed quickly.
"Are you telling me you're gonna do something illegal
with a prisoner in your custody?"
Mulder looked at Krycek, who was still staring at his
partner in disbelief.
"Alex, do you see any prisoner? I just see a guy I'm
defending myself against."
Krycek nodded and stepped back, keeping his gun trained
on Ray. "Me too."
"So you're gonna cut me up a little before you arrest
me. Am I supposed to be scared?"
Mulder smiled and shook his head. "Of course not."
"I knew it. So what's the game, Agent Mulder?"
"Something I think you'll like." Mulder moved the knife
blade over to Ray's ear and, with a swift movement,
sliced through the lobe.
"Son of a bitch!" Ray grabbed his ear, trying to stop
the bleeding. "You fucking son of a bitch!"
"Didn't scare you, did I, Ray?"
"Fox," Krycek started to say something but stopped at
the look his partner gave him.
"What, Alex?"
"Nothing, you're doing fine." Krycek didn't know what he
would've told Mulder. Probably to do the other ear while
he was at it, but things were going okay without his
input. He settled back to watch what would develop next.
"You know, Ray, I have been thinking about what happened
to me and I think you're right. I did like it."
"I knew it." Ray grimaced as he drew his bloody hand
away from his ear. The blood trickled down his neck, but
he was once again smiling. "Bet Alex doesn't give you
what you really want, huh?"
"Right." Mulder trailed the knife under Ray's chin, then
quickly sliced into the skin.
"Fuck!" More blood began to seep through the fingers Ray
applied to his new wound. "I think you like this, Ray.
Otherwise you'd keep you damn mouth shut, wouldn't you?"
Mulder eased his hand down until the knife was pointed
at Ray's crotch. "Please give me a reason to hurt you
some more. Just say one word." He leaned in, until their
noses were almost touching. "Please."
Once again, Ray moved his hand as blood continued to
drip from his wounds. Looking Mulder in the eye, he
lowered his hands to his jeans and undid them. Krycek
watched as Ray took out his penis and positioned it
directly under the blade. "You won't do it."
"No," Mulder whispered. "I won't do that."
"I knew it. No guts, huh?" Ray started laughing softly
as he continued to hold Mulder's gaze. "I knew it. I
kn-"
The look on Ray's face as he realized Mulder had just
plunged the knife into his stomach was a repulsive
combination of shock and admiration. When Mulder pulled
the knife out and stabbed him again, twisting the blade
as he did, Krycek could see the life drain from Ray's
mocking eyes. Mulder stepped back and watched his
tormentor fall to the floor. He looked down at his
blood-covered hand then turned to Alex.
For a moment there was complete silence, then a gasp as
Mulder fought to hold back the anger and fear that was
now rushing to the fore. "Alex...."
Krycek dropped the gun he'd been holding and stepped up
to him, putting his arm around the trembling shoulders.
He stroked Mulder's hair and held onto him tightly,
whispering into his ear. "It's okay. It's okay, Fox.
We're going to call the local police and have them
contact the Bureau. I won't let anything else happen to
you."
The two men stood together, each with his own private
thoughts, and then Alex patted the other man's shoulder
as he led him away towards Wade's pick up truck.
The two agents were both silent on their way back to
town. Mulder had climbed behind the wheel and started up
the truck. Neither was able to deal completely with the
events that had just occurred. They shied away from what
had happened to them.
And what had nearly happened to them.
Alex's brain seemed frozen. He had fucked up, and he
knew it. He had been cocky and overconfident, and Fox
had almost had to pay for it. He wanted to die. He
really wanted to die. The guilt he was feeling was a
hard, palpable entity inside his chest, and it gnawed at
him with sharp teeth.
Oh, God, what if they had raped Fox again? His Fox! It
would have been his fault. How could he have been so
stupid? So careless?
How could Fox even bear to be in the same vehicle with
him? Surely any minute now he would turn to him and
berate him. Maybe he would beat him up. God knows he
deserved it. They pulled up at the motel, and Mulder put
the car into neutral, killing the engine. Then he turned
to Alex, observing that the movement caused him to
flinch.
"Are you okay, Junior?" Alex held Mulder's gaze, his own
expression carefully blank, and after a minute or two he
nodded. Then he looked down at his hands, effectively
shutting the other man out as he sat there beside him.
"Alex, do you need a few minutes before we get the
authorities involved?" Mulder put out his hand and
stroked Alex's hair, but Alex merely shook his head,
shrugging Mulder away. Sighing, Mulder climbed out of
the truck and turned towards the hotel room. In another
heartbeat Alex followed him, and the pair went inside to
face the inevitable call from Skinner.
It was late by the time they had finished giving
statements to the police and drafting out the framework
of their report for Skinner. Alex was tired, but his
nerves still jangled, and he knew that sleep was not
going to be an option for him tonight. He had stopped
expecting Mulder to turn on him and blame him for their
recent predicament, but in some ways that made him feel
worse. He could not look at Mulder now without seeing
him chained to the bed in that room with a lineup of men
waiting to force themselves on him. In his mind's eye he
could see them tearing into him and hear him calling
Alex for help, while Alex, chained and helpless himself,
could only watch.
The picture kept replaying itself and finally he could
no longer stand it. He ran into the bathroom, where
Mulder was currently washing in preparation for bed. He
barely made it before vomiting endlessly as his stomach
revolted. Kneeling there, dry heaving into the bowl, he
knew he had reached rock bottom. Mulder, drying his
face, put the towel back on the rail deliberately and
then turned to his partner.
"Junior? This isn't like you. What's wrong?" Alex
couldn't speak as his body was racked by another bout of
retching. Mulder knelt down beside him, holding him as
he jittered and heaved, stroking his neck and murmuring
encouragement.
Finally, it seemed as if Alex had nothing more to
disgorge. He stood shakily and turned to the basin to
brush his teeth. Mulder, anxious, continued to pet him
as he did so, waiting for him to finish and feel better.
Finally he was done. The taste in his mouth had been
vanquished by toothpaste and mouthwash, and only the
soreness of his stomach muscles remained to tell him
about his sickness.
He tried to push past Mulder to go back to the bedroom
but his partner would not let him. Eyes dark with
misery, he grabbed hold of Alex's shoulder and pulled
him round to face him, trying to get through to his
companion.
"Alex? Baby, what's the matter? Tell me. I can't help
you if I don't know." Alex raised his eyes at that,
searching Mulder's face, trying to see the anger he was
sure Mulder was hiding.
"Don't you know? What is wrong with you? I fucked up so
badly. They could have raped you again. They could have
done anything to you and I...and I... " The tears started in
his eyes then, hot and angry, barely held in check as he
fought to contain his emotions, his fists clenched.
Mulder reached for him again and put his arms around
him. He stood within the circle of Mulder's embrace,
rigid and self-contained.
"Alex, baby, you did okay. You did exactly what we
planned. If anyone is to blame, it's me. I'm the asshole
who let that bastard cold cock me while you were right
in the middle. If I'd been more alert, it wouldn't have
happened." He hugged Alex tightly, nuzzling his hair and
placing moist, soft kisses into the angle of his jaw.
Alex relaxed a little at that, dropping his head onto
Mulder's shoulder and putting his arms around him while
Mulder rocked him gently from side to side.
Heartbeats sounded incredibly loud as they stood
together in the bathroom doorway. When Fox slid a hand
over Alex's' shoulders to cup the back of his head,
prompting him, Alex raised his face up, and Mulder's
mouth captured his.
Mulder kissed Alex, gently, tenderly, lips clinging
softly as his tongue slyly teased and tickled the inside
of his mouth. Alex clung to Mulder as though he was
afraid of drowning. For a moment nothing could be heard
except for the soft sighs and gasps as the two of them
pressed ever harder, ever closer together.
When finally Mulder broke the kiss, he kept his arm
around Alex's shoulders, holding him protectively to his
side as he drew him out of the bathroom and over to the
bed. Alex, eyes gentle and haunted in his worried face,
was still unsure, searching Mulder for clues to his true
feelings.
"Fox, are you sure you're okay with this? I don't want
you to be hurt again. I don't want to hurt you." He
stood, eyes downcast, and Mulder laughed out loud. Then
he put his arms around the younger man again and threw
him down onto the bed, where he lay in a tumble of
limbs, surprise written over features that were
beginning to crack into laughter..
"Now listen here, Junior. I was scared. I admit that.
You are the one who got me through it. I owe you a lot,
baby. I've never felt quite so good about anything. If
you start to go noble on me, I'm just going to have to
put into practice what I learned from Ray and his
cronies." Alex reached out a long arm, snagging the
waistband of Fox's jeans and pulling him towards the
bed.
"Oh yeah? What might that be? Granddad?" Alex's
expression was impish as he fumbled with the buttons of
Fox's jeans, allowing his erection to spring free as he
listened to Mulder.
"I'll just cuff you to the bed, smartass. You won't have
any choice. You won't be able to resist my attentions."
His sentence ended in a gasp as Alex moved to swallow
his erection down into the back of his throat, his
thumbs framing each side of his cock as he slid them
down to caress and stroke the balls hanging beneath. Fox
bucked sharply into Alex's mouth, back arched, as his
lover expertly began to draw the sensations through him,
honey and fire, putting his soul into the movement of
his tongue and the pressure of his lips.
Fox felt the sweet warm suction of Alex's mouth as if a
river of gold were flowing over him, unraveling his
aching muscles until he felt like so much silken thread,
to be drawn up and wound as tight as his lover willed.
He put his hands down to steady the dark, glossy head as
he sucked, stroking elegant fingers through the shining
fall of hair, pushing it back from the broad, clear brow
so he could watch what Alex was doing to him.
Alex, looking at Fox out of limpid green eyes, was
focusing his whole attention on this lover of his,
offering everything that he knew in atonement for what
he perceived to be his mistake. His hands moved over
Fox, squeezing and stroking, pressing and skimming as he
drove his head up and down. Mulder was captive. All he
could do was react as Alex worked on him. He felt as if
he were a star, his being compacting timelessly into the
core of him, waiting for the moment when he would
explode. His body glowed, fizzed, tingled incandescent,
and Alex
Stopped.
He pulled his mouth away from him, while Fox rolled his
head from side to side in frustration. He moved rapidly
from languor to anger born of desperation.
So close, he was so close. So close and Alex was fucking
well grinning at him, holding out his arms to him from
the bed, voice husking out delicate obscenities and
watching him shiver as he raced to strip off his
clothes. Standing by the bed, as bare as a promise, skin
like ivory and old, dull gold in the lamplight, Alex
could see the man's cock ticking away the seconds,
glowing, pulsing, ripe.
"Come on, Fox. Lie down with me. Let me show you how
much I want you. How much I need you." He was fumbling
at his own clothes now. His shirt hung open and his
jeans were unfastened. He half sat and half-lay, arms
open for Fox, waiting for him. Finally, Fox climbed onto
the bed and Alex flung his arms tightly about him,
pulling him down to roll him over. Then he was looming
over Fox, mouth at his throat, sucking, as he caused red
patches to blossom there as he signed him like a canvas
on which he had painted the beauty of his desire.
Mulder grunted a little protest, finally managing to
divest Alex of his shirt, and began work on jeans
removal as Alex flowed over him, sucking in first one
nipple and then the other, flicking his tongue against
them until Mulder pulled him fierce and close.
"Bite me. You won't hurt. Come on." And Alex did, sharp
little teeth stretching the rubbery nubs, tonguing them
until Mulder cried out and cried out again, not knowing
how to be anything else but in need.
Alex reached for the lube, and with a small snort of
laughter, he poured it into Mulder's navel where it lay,
a tiny lake in the dimple of his belly. Mulder opened
his mouth to protest and Alex covered it with his,
driving his voice away, and with it, all conscious
thought as he stabbed in with his tongue, stealing his
very breath.
Mulder's mouth was greedy on his and Alex reached down
to coat his fingers in the slippery stuff, then dipped
down to slather his cock. Completing this mission, he
returned to the pool for more, and down to coat his
balls, back again for a refill and this time he trailed
down over his perineum to delve between the cheeks of
his ass and into the rosy crinkle of the opening that
lay there. Alex's hand achieved a rhythm that was
hypnotic. Smear, stroke, press and return until all of
Mulder was slippery, open and needing.
Alex finally tore himself away from that mouth and gazed
down at his lover's face.
"Are you ready for me, love? I want you so much." Mulder
licked his lips and tried to speak, giving up the
attempt in the end in favor of spreading his legs wide
apart and pulling Alex down to his lips again and
sucking Alex's tongue into his mouth in his unspoken
plea for action.
Alex, sliding his fingers in and out of Mulder's
loosened ass, was beside himself. Transferring the
remains of the slick from Mulder's navel to his own
prick, he gasped, sensing just how close to coming he
was. He pulled away from Fox's lush mouth again, placed
a small, precise kiss on the tip of his nose, and eased
himself up to kneel between Mulder's thighs. Then he
gathered him into his lap placing his slick cock ready
to slide home into the dark place that was the center of
his lover.
Rocking forward a tiny bit, Alex bit his lip hard to
combat the almost overwhelming stab of pleasure that
heralded his beginning entry into Fox's tightness. He
paused. The head of his cock sent crazy signals to
by-pass his brain, hot-wiring into his spine, and
He rocked in again. Slip-sliding, pre-come drooling to
ease his way as Fox groaned out his name, eyes dark with
passion, fixed on his, as he begged him.
"Please Alex, please... Give it to me. Give it all to me,
now." And Alex, all control gone out the window, gave it
to him. He thrust hard and helpless to bury himself into
tight, oiled silk, so hot and hungry he sobbed once,
cried out Fox's name and felt lightning play around the
base of his spine as Fox grabbed his ass to pull him
inside, tight against him.
Alex took Fox's cock in his hand now, squeezing and
sliding, pulling on it from base to tip as he started to
move inside him, tiny movements at first, and then as
Fox curled his legs around his hips, deeper, more
desperate plunging.
And then Fox came. His body spasmed and his muscles
clamped down around Alex as the feelings hit. He spurted
under Alex's hand, sticky whiteness coating Alex's
fingers, flying onto Fox's belly as internal muscles
contracted around Alex's cock, drawing his own eruption
as he pushed in deep and the honey poured through him,
out of him, pushing, screaming "IloveyouFoxIloveyou."
And the whole of his world narrowed down to the one
bright light that was his cock giving up his seed amidst
a tearing, body clenching flow.
And this was heaven. This was wonderful, pouring himself
into his lover, and loving, loving him.
He loved him, and that was bad.
Alex Krycek, two-faced future rat-bastard, renegade,
turncoat, traitor and all around bad guy lay down at
last to cover his lover and fell asleep in his arms.
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The Road to Nowheresville
by Frankie & Dr Ruthless
A single bead of sweat trickled down Alex Krycek's
glistening back. His shirt, long since discarded, lay on
the ground next to him. The blazing sun was baking his
finely muscled torso a deep golden brown. Where the hell
is Mulder, he thought, glancing at his watch. It had
been four hours since the car they'd rented had decided
to self-destruct, broken down in the New Mexico desert,
leaving them stranded and Fox had left for help. Just as
Krycek was about to start ranting, he saw the gleam of a
car hood in the distance. Jumping up and waving his arms
around, he managed to flag down the oncoming vehicle.
