Mulder opened his eyes when the other man moved atop him and kissed him fully
on the mouth. Fox' eyes closed again and he gave himself up to the kiss. But
when the other man tried to ease himself between his legs, Mulder moved and
rolled them around until he was on top. He glared at his lover and met amused,
green eyes who clearly challenged him.
"Not this time, Alex," he said and kissed the younger man again, his hands
moving down to squeeze his lover's wonderful ass.
"Come on, Mulder," the other man drawled. "I know you like it." Alex wriggled
and tried to roll them over again. But Mulder used his weigh to keep him in
place.
"But I like this even more," he answered and nipped a handy earlobe.
"Do you?" Alex breathed, shivered and moaned low when Mulder kneaded his ass
and his fingers brushed over his anus. "How can I resist you?" he finally
wondered aloud, stretching to reach for the lube.
Fox laughed and took the lubricant. He rose up on his knees, spread Alex' legs
and then applied some of the cool gel to the puckered muscle. Carefully he
eased a coated finger into the tight passage and watched the changes on his
lover's face, the concentration and delight. Slowly massaging and loosening the
muscle he soon added another finger.
When he withdrew his fingers he swatted Alex on the ass to tell him to turn
over. For a moment the sight of Alex's upraised ass took his breath away. But
then he caught himself, urged on by the demands of his body and the impatient
looks of his lover.
He coated his erection, positioned himself and pushed. Alex met his inward
thrust with a backward motion, impaling himself almost totally on Mulder's
cock.
Fox had to grasp him hard and stopped any motion to catch his breath and gain
some kind of control, he wanted to enjoy this.
Slowly he began moving, in and out, his thrusts gaining in strength and power.
He drew Alex up into a kneeling position, his hands playing over the other
man's chest, toying with his nipples, ruffling the soft hair leading to his
crotch and then his hands closed around the hard, weeping cock.
With a groan Alex head feel back and he leaned heavily against Mulder's
supporting body, but still moved, up and down, rotating his hips and clenching
his anal muscles—driving Fox wild with lust.
Then Alex tensed in his embrace and the muscles in his ass seemed to go wild.
Only Mulder's hold kept him from collapsing. Fox kissed him on the neck and
throat and continued moving until he too reached too reached his climax.
With a gasp Fox Mulder sat up and looked around his dark bedroom. He collapsed
back on his pillows and tried to catch his breath. He rubbed his hands over his
face and then shook his head. With a low curse he got up, scowled at the wet
sheets and his equally wet shorts. Then he walked into the kitchen, looking for
cold milk in the fridge, taking a drink and trying to calm his still shaking
body.
He leaned against the counter and replayed the dream in his thoughts. It hadn't
been the first dream of that kind and they bothered him, bothered him a lot,
more than he really wanted to admit.
Purely sexual dreams he could have understood, his relationship with Alex
Krycek was weird enough. And there was no denying that the other man was
attractive, physically attractive.
But those dreams were more than just about sex and lust. There was familiarity
and a warmth that reminded him of love and intimate closeness.
Krycek, Alex Krycek—the man who'd pretended to be his friend, who'd sought
his confidence and then betrayed him in the worst way possible. Why did he have
to feel this way for him? Why did he still have to feel that way for him? Even
after all the things Krycek had done to him. Why?
After their meeting in HongKong he'd really hoped to never see the other man
again but Krycek seemed to be like dandelions, extremely hard to get rid off.
And he always came back. Why couldn't he just disappear and stay disappeared
for the rest of their lives?
Mulder snorted and shook his head. He was lying to himself again. Every time he
saw Alex again he was glad, glad to see that the other man was still alive. But
he was also angry and furious. Love and hate, two sides of a coin? It looked
that way, at least where he and Alex Krycek were concerned.
Mulder took another swallow of the milk and put the carton back into the
fridge. Slowly he walked into the living-room, settled on the couch and
switched the tv on.
But even that didn't stop him from thinking. And regretting what could have
been if the young agent Krycek, who'd been his partner for such a short time,
had been real. What they could have been to each other.
On the other side of the street a man leaned against the wall and looked up to
the window filled with flickering, bluish light.
His lips twisted briefly into what might be described as a smile. It looked
like somebody else was unable to sleep this night.
Alex Krycek knew that he shouldn't be here. That this place was much too
dangerous for him but he couldn't stay away. There was something about the man
living in this apartment that drew him like the moth to the flame.
Again he cursed the twists of fate that had made them enemies. Briefly he
wished that things had developed differently. But then he shook his head, there
was no changing of the past and mourning it didn't help him either.
He looked up and down the street, knowing he should leave but stayed where he
was in the shadows.
End
Gwendolen
(c) April 1997
Regrets
by Gwendolen
The body in his arms was warm and pliant and the soft lips on his throat just
knew where to touch and kiss. Fox Mulder sighed with pleasure when those lips
found a particular sensitive spot, gave it some attention and then moved on.
His hands wandered over the muscular back, moving up to stroke through the
short hair and then down again over the broad shoulders.
