Krycek was standing there, calmly. "Hey, Mulder. Trick or treat."
Mulder stared at him. "You—I saw—I watched as—but—you're dead."
Krycek's eyes narrowed. "I'm not a ghost, Mulder. Do you mind? I'd rather not
explain out here in the hallway." His eyes fell to Mulder's gun... and the bag
of candy. A small smile stole across his mouth. "I'll pass on the gun, thanks.
I've got my own. But are those See's?"
Mulder mechanically offered him the bag and stepped back, letting him in.
Watching him carefully, not taking his eyes off of Krycek, Mulder backed further
into the room. He lifted his chin. "How do I know you're not a shapeshifter or
one of those alien replicant things?"
Krycek took out one of the candies and stared at it in disbelief. "This is the
Christmas edition, Mulder. I recognize it, from last year. No, wait—" he held
up the candy, inspecting it. "Actually, it's the Millenium wrapping. What the
hell—You're pawning off old, stale candy on kids, aren't you?" He shook his
head. "I'm really disappointed. That is so—so gauche."
"Sorry," Mulder snapped, sarcastically. "It was all I had in the house. I
wasn't expecting any kids to show up here. And I was right," he added
meaningfully. "Did you drop by to discuss Halloween candy etiquette, or do you
have something important you wanted to speak to me about?"
Krycek's face returned to the usual cold appraising stare. "Well, I'm sorry for
the inconvenience, Mulder. Like you've got a lot to do on a Wednesday night in
the middle of the week, now that you don't have a job and do nothing but sit
around all day—"
Mulder cut in. "Coffee?" As Krycek fell silent, startled, Mulder repeated, "Do
you want coffee? I'm making some." He sauntered away into the kitchen.
Krycek thoughtfully stared after him. "Sure." He looked around the apartment.
It looked...lived in but taken care of, like Mulder had actually hired a maid.
That was a good point... "Have you finally hired a maid, Mulder?"
Mulder appeared at the doorway. Stiffly, reproachfully, he said, "You think I
can't figure out how to use a vacuum cleaner?"
Krycek met his eyes. "Look, I didn't come here to argue. This is—it's just a
social call."
Mulder stared at him for a moment, and then began laughing. He was laughing as
he turned away, back to the kitchen to get out two mugs.
Krycek sighed and followed him in. In jeans and a black t-shirt, Mulder was
looking good. He let his eyes wander back up Mulder's form, freezing as he saw
that Mulder was looking right back at him. Caught. Red-handed. Damn.
Thoughtfully, Mulder chewed on his lower lip for a moment. "What do you want,
Alex? Why are you here? How is it that you are here?"
Krycek looked away. Finally, he shrugged. "I was bored. Everything's shot to
hell and I'm kind of at a loose end right now. Just wanted to find out how
you're doing."
Mulder nodded. "Sure. Right. What about Scully -and the baby? You don't seem
very curious to know how they are. Or Skinner. Why don't you go knock on
Skinner's door? I'm sure he'd be thrilled to see you."
Krycek frowned. At length, he nodded. "You're right. This was a mistake."
However, as he turned to go, Mulder asked, "Don't you have any ordinary friends,
Krycek?"
Krycek stopped, turned to give him a look. "Define 'ordinary." He held up his
hand. "Wait. Don't bother. Nevermind. I'll let myself out."
"Alex..."
Already at the front door, Krycek turned and waited. Mulder stood in the
doorway and stared back at him for a minute. The minute seemed very long. In
fact, it seemed to drag. Finally, Mulder pointed out reasonably, "You haven't
had your coffee yet. Why don't you sit down?"
He turned and left Krycek standing there.
Fuck.
Krycek let out an exasperated breath. But he went and sat down on the black
leather couch.
Two mugs of coffee in hand, Mulder came back out to join him, sitting down and
handing one of them to him. Sipping tentatively, Krycek realized it was real,
not instant. Thank God for small favors.
Mulder's curiosity was obviously getting the better of him, however. He sat
back and said, "So, what's your story? How is it you're not lying in the
morgue, John Doe?"
Krycek was starting to feel warm; the temperature in the flat was high enough to
counter-act the chilling effects of the October night wind outside. He put down
the mug on the table in front of them and stood, removing his jacket. "It
wasn't me." He sat back down and looked at Mulder, who was quietly awaiting
some kind of explanation. "That wasn't me, who fell. I needed to get out of
the picture; it had all gone to hell and back by then, anyway."
"A clone?" Mulder surmised.
"Yeah. Courtesy of one of the old Consortium tanks. It was easy enough to
create, all the technology was there and the facility was simply abandoned.
They never got around to decommissioning it properly." He gave Mulder another
look, with an accompanying grin this time. "Don¼t worry, I torched the place
afterwards."
"Hurrah for you," Mulder said. "So, why this? Why the social call?"
Krycek shrugged, picked up his coffee. "I'm no longer in the loop. Neither are
you. I figured it wouldn't hurt to go ahead and give you what you've wanted."
Mulder's eyebrows climbed. "The truth?" He began to chuckle, quietly. "It's
old news, now, Krycek. Hardly useful to me."
Krycek smirked at him. "Sure. Like you really don't want to know. Come on,
Mulder. I can give you the entire story. Everything."
"Yeah, but it's useless. I won't be able to do anything with it."
"Of course not. This is just for you."
Mulder sat back, settling himself down into the sofa. "Ah, I get it. I can
have the truth now that it won't do me any good."
Krycek threw him a puzzled glance. "Sure it will. Closure."
Mulder shook his head. "I've already got closure where it counts. I've managed
to uncover enough of the past and the truth to get a pretty good picture of how
things lay."
Krycek was silent, staring down sightlessly into his mug.
Mulder turned, regarding him. "That was your sweetener, wasn't it? You must be
getting desperate in your old age, Alex. It must come as a shock that I don't
actually give a damn."
That stung. The whole thing sucked; here he was, caught out with his only trump
card played and it was a dud. Fuck. Don't panic. Don't... move. Just sit.
Calmly. "That's okay. Neither do I."
Mulder grinned at him. Chuckling, he said, "You're lying, but it's okay. I can
understand why. So, Krycek; let's just watch some television and—socialize.
It's what you came for, after all." Mulder leaned forward, casually picked up
the remote and switched on the television.
Slumping back, Mulder remarked, "I've got a great video in the VCR just now."
Krycek blinked. And sipped his coffee. Casual. This is fucking surreal, he
thought.
"You should know," Mulder murmured.
Fuck. He'd muttered it aloud.
"Surreal is as surreal does," Mulder quipped.
Krycek snorted. "That was bad. You're trying too hard, again. How do you do
it?"
"Do what?" Mulder stared innocently back at him.
"Come up with these stupid adlibs? You should lay off of those; you'll sprain
something someday."
Sounding hurt, Mulder retorted, "Just for that, I'm not going to share my
lesbian porn with you. Go home, get your own."
"What's it called?" Litmus test, here.
Mulder paused. "'A Clockwork Orgy.'"
Krycek choked, spluttering on his coffee. Wiping his chin, he muttered, "I
don't know why I didn't see that coming."
"Stick around; you might see some others coming too," Mulder said, pointing the
remote at the VCR and pressing 'play'. "Don't get the wrong idea—it's not how
you might think. It's good, actually. There's this one bit..."
"Uh-huh. The wrong idea—I don't know how I might have got that. Stanley
Kubrick is probably turning in his grave."
Mulder shook his head, watching the television. "No, I don't think so."
Two ladies, blonde and svelte, touching each other, caressing each other—it
was like watching two kittens playing, slowly, sensually.
"I don't even prefer blondes, myself," Mulder remarked, "But these two..."
Damn it. This was a bad idea. Krycek moved, shifting in place. He couldn't
help it. Things were getting tight and uncomfortable. Damn Mulder anyway—you
can't subject someone to a vision like this and not expect the usual reaction.
At least, not while watching it WITH Mulder, anyway...
"I'm so honored; treated to your best porn. What brought this on?"
Mulder snickered. "You okay there, Alex?"
"Be honest now, Mulder, how many times have you watched this scene?"
But Mulder only grinned and finished his coffee. Mulder sat up then, and said,
"More coffee?"
"Why not? We're going to be up a while, at this rate."
Mulder sniggered at this. "Things really are looking up."
Alex stared at him, wondering what he was talking about as Mulder got up and
took both their cups back to the kitchen. Then it hit him. That night, in this
very apartment... He rubbed his eyes wearily. How the hell did he manage to
put himself in these positions? Mulder was obliquely reminding him that Mulder
himself still thought of that night. Still, at the very least, maybe Mulder was
finally willing to engage in a little bonding ritual here, by sharing his porn.
The worst that could happen was that Mulder would throw him out.
All he'd really wanted was just to see Mulder; he hadn't even bothered to think
of trying to smooth over their troubled past, or try to explain any of it. It
had seemed too much to hope for. At the moment however, he did have a problem.
The thought of continuing to watch porn with Mulder, with both of them in a
state of arousal, was unbearable. He'd end up jumping Mulder and then Mulder
would probably kick his ass. Again. And he didn't have the heart to force him.
He wanted Mulder badly and always had, but not to the point of desperation. He
still had scruples. Oh, hell, who was he fucking kidding; he was a lovesick
romantic with notions of redemption and eventual forgiveness.
Sinking deeper into a morbid depression of despair and anguish over the
hopelessness of his relationship with Mulder, Krycek was startled to find Mulder
standing over him with a fresh mug of hot coffee. "Thanks," he murmured, taking
it gingerly.
Mulder sat down and picked up the remote.
"They're through," Krycek pointed out.
"I know," Mulder replied, glumly, turning down the sound and fast-forwarding
visually on the tape, obviously looking for another favorite scene of his.
"Mulder," Krycek hazarded, "don't you ever want to have the real thing? I mean,
videos are all very well. So are 900 numbers, but don't you ever feel the need
to have a hands-on experience, yourself?"
Mulder giggled into his coffee. "All my experiences are hands-on."
The visual images this brought to the forefront of Krycek's mind made his cock
leap in his jeans, even more so than sitting and watching porn with Mulder. He
gave him a sardonic look. "You know what I mean."
"Sure. Sure I do," Mulder answered, apparently taking him seriously. "But I
had to have priorities and up until now, it's never really been high enough on
the list. The truth was always bigger, more important. It's taken up so much
of my time." He glanced at Krycek. "What, are you going to laugh at me for
that?"
"No, no, I'm not." Krycek was surprised to find himself able to relate with
this statement of Mulder's. Jesus. He'd always looked down on Mulder for the
man's hopeless distraction with porn and telephone sex operators, but now he
realized—"I've been the same, actually. I always had to keep in mind the
bigger picture, the higher agenda, and act upon issues that demanded immediate
attention. Never really left much room for romantic pursuits or permanent
attachments. Not that I didn't want them, but..."
"I hear you," Mulder said, gravely.
Fuck! This was too fucking weird. Here they were, both commiserating the fact
that their involvement in larger events in the world had left them bereft of
friends or lovers...and mutually sexually dysfunctional. It wasn't exactly
something that he often felt sorry for himself over, although he did mourn the
fact, much the way Mulder was just now.
And with that, they slipped into a sort of quiet, comradely state of
understanding, watching the rest of the video, mostly on fast-forward.
When it came to an end, Krycek found he would be hard-pressed to relate what
exactly they'd seen, because of the distinct distraction of Mulder's aroused
presence on the other end of the sofa. He regarded his empty cup and then
leaned forward to put it down. He stretched. "Well, it's been great. Thanks.
Next time, I'll bring a pizza or something."
"Next time?" Mulder asked, pointedly.
"Yeah. At Thanksgiving. And I'll probably be around for Christmas, too."
"Save yourself the trouble, and come on by next weekend. Um, this weekend. How
about Saturday?"
Krycek grinned at him. "Mulder, is that a date?"
"If it is, then what is this?"
"What do you want it to be?" Krycek countered, fully aware of the dangerous
ground they were treading. Mulder was hardly known for his calm and even
temper. His volatile outbursts had left Krycek with bruises and sore spots in
times past.
But Mulder seemed to be enjoying himself. "Well, I thought it was a social
call. Question is, what do you think it is?"
"That's my line. I called it a social visit."
"Right. My very own traitor, just dropping by." Mulder's tone was still mild.
Stiffly, Krycek stood and said, "Well, it was fun. While it lasted. See you
around maybe. Thanks for the coffee, by the way." He picked up his jacket and
began pulling it on.
Mulder regarded him. "I knew it. I wasn't wrong about you. You really are a
coward."
Krycek stared down at him. "Pretty speech, Mulder. But would you care to
explain what you mean by that?"
"I have to spell it out for you? You're running. Again. Hell, Alex—you
never stick around long enough to give an adequate explanation."
"Why should I bother? According to you, I'm a liar too."
"And a murderer," Mulder offered.
"Ah, yes. I wondered when we'd get to that part. Have you ever considered that
maybe I haven't had much choice? Most of what I've done has actually been
damage control."
Mulder nodded. "Not bad. That's a good try. But it doesn't wash with me, I'm
afraid. You forget, I was the one who got screwed along with Scully and several
others, in the beginning of our little association, way back when."
Krycek snorted in disbelief. "You always do this. You always wheel out the
ancient history. Trot out the skeletons in the closet. Did it ever occur to
you that I got screwed in all that, too? You think I wanted what happened?"
"Oh, cut the crap, Alex. I know what you wanted. I know what you want now."
Shit. What the hell did Mulder mean by that? "Do you?"
"Yeah. Me."
Krycek swallowed. And stopped, dead. What could he say? And the longer he
took to say something, the more it validated Mulder's statement. Damn it. He
shook his head. "You're reaching, now."
"Am I?" Mulder sat up, still looking straight at him. "I'd like to hear you
say it, then. Go on. Tell me you don't want me. Tell me that it's not why you
came here tonight. Tell me it's not why you kissed me, before. Tell me it's
not why you keep turning up. You can't keep away."
"So what if it is?"
"Well, you could at least have the decency to follow through, for once." Mulder
actually had the nerve to sound jilted. Fuck!
"Careful, Mulder, you might bite off more than you can chew," Krycek warned,
softly.
"Oh, I'm really scared," Mulder smiled.
Krycek couldn't believe his ears. Was Mulder actually daring him to—
Mulder added, "Besides, I think I could handle it. Or you could give me a
demonstration."
There had to be a catch, there just had to be!
Krycek licked his lips. And sank down to his knees before Mulder, lifting his
hand to place it on Mulder's knee. Oh God, the startled expression of
astonishment in Mulder's eyes was priceless.
"How about a practical demonstration?" Krycek wondered if Mulder would back
down at this point. It was a mouthwatering thought, that maybe Mulder would let
him-
Mulder cleared his throat. "Go on," Mulder replied. But Krycek could see the
wary tension in Mulder's face.
He began to undo the front of Mulder's jeans, deftly unbuttoning and unzipping,
feeling the swollen hardness beneath his hand inadvertently. Mulder's eyes had
turned black with anticipation. Jesus. Mulder was actually going to go through
with this.
Krycek held his gaze for a bit and then said, "You know, I need a little
cooperation at this point."
"Oh. Oh, right." Mulder's breathing was heavier. He hoisted himself up
slightly and pulled down his jeans and shorts over his hips, exposing his erect
member.
Now that was truly mouthwatering. The scent of Mulder, reaching his nostrils,
made Krycek feel lightheaded—that, combined with the fact that he was actually
here on his knees about to blow the man of his dreams. He could barely believe
his luck. He reached out and grabbed Mulder's cock, making Mulder's breath
catch in his throat.
He stared up at Mulder, almost as if waiting for permission. "Do it," Mulder
breathed, hoarsely, his eyes glittering brightly.
Jesus Christ. Gulping, Krycek opened his mouth and leaned forward to engulf the
head of Mulder's cock. Salty, heady, rich as if a little over-ripe from being
encased in those jeans all day... And perfectly delicious. With a moan of
satisfaction, Krycek let his lips wrap around Mulder's cock and opened his mouth
wider, letting it slide further in until it reached the back of his throat.
Then he backed off, making Mulder groan.
"Please," Mulder whispered. Both hands were clenched at either side, and Krycek
was suddenly glad that they weren't tangled in his hair.
There was something so victorious and sweet about having Mulder begging, and
begging him no less.
He let himself take his time, licking around the head and then down the shaft,
nipping lightly, while Mulder squirmed in his seat. Krycek nuzzled the tightly
drawn balls for several moments, then shifted his attention to pearly drop of
pre-come that had emerged above. Flicking his tongue along the piss-slit he then
took as much as he could of Mulder's not undersized cock in his mouth, engulfing
him. Mulder's strained shriek was simultaneously funny and just as thrilling as
making him plead. Oh, Mulder was close, very close. He could tell.
In fact, Krycek decided, let's see just how close. He increased the suction
and began moving his head up and down rapidly.
Sure enough, Mulder emitted another strangled cry and his cock exploded, the
bitter-salt fluid copiously filling Krycek's mouth as he hastily swallowed.
Mulder was writhing around, quite undone, nearly dislodging him.
Finally, panting, Mulder lay still. Krycek backed off, letting the softening
cock slip from between his lips, giving it a little kiss as he withdrew.
Licking his lips and still down on his knees between Mulder's legs, he tilted
his head slightly, regarding Mulder.
"So, what's the verdict?"
Mulder's eyes fluttered open and he stared at Krycek. A slow blush stole over
his face. Sidestepping the question, he said, "It's your turn, I think."
For some reason, Krycek found himself shocked. He hadn't expected Mulder to
return the favor, in fact hadn't expected Mulder to let him do this in the first
place. He blinked.
Snickering quietly, Mulder sat up, righting himself, and tucking his cock away,
zipping up his jeans. He got up and stood beside Krycek. Krycek arose, too,
and faced Mulder squarely, not taking his eyes from Mulder's. Mulder shook his
head. "No. I can't do it like this." Not looking away from Krycek and with an
evil little smile on his lips, Mulder began undoing the front of Krycek's jeans.
When he'd pushed them down slightly over his hips and then slid his shorts down,
revealing Krycek's stony erection, he pushed Krycek back towards the couch,
making him sit down hard, off-balance.
Looking wanton, disheveled and a little like a cat who'd found a brand new kind
of mouse, Mulder sank to his knees before Krycek. He was looking at Krycek's
cock with a hungry gaze. That was new. In fact, it was damn good. Krycek
smiled. "Mulder, are you just going to stare or are you going to get on with
it?"
Mulder reached out and grabbed his cock, leaning down. He considered what he
had in his hand. He mused, "I've never done this before."
Oh, shit. Teeth. Fumbling awkward blow-jobs Alex'd had by novices in years
past rose to his mind. Damn. "Well, just be careful."
Mulder grinned slyly at him. "Don't worry, Alex. I won't bite."
That was not exactly reassuring, except that Mulder's warm breath on his
cockhead was distracting as he leaned over him now and opened his mouth,
tentatively licking at the head of Krycek's cock with a cautious, curious
tongue. Dear GOD, no problems here. Nope, none at all. Krycek gasped. "D-do
that again."
Mulder appeared to like it, accept it and decide to go the distance, for he
opened his mouth wider and went down on him.
Wet, warm, lapping heaven... The sight of Mulder's face in his crotch, taking
his cock all the way into his mouth, was too much. The sheer power of finally
having gotten this man, his own beloved Fox, to go down on him, was
overwhelming. Those sexy, pouting lips wrapped around him and sucking almost
tenderly...
Mulder's other hand rose to grab his hip, to slide up to touch his waist and the
gentle touch was somehow displaced, disjointed, a thing unto itself. That
wandering caress found its way back down to his hip eventually, and Krycek was
chagrined that he probably wouldn't be able to get Mulder to—
Mulder's hand had gone down and around his thigh, up to between his legs, to
caress his balls and then cup them. Krycek found himself shaking and twisting
slightly in place. One finger trailed down to nudge slightly against his anus,
just touching it over and over in a circling motion.
Krycek came with a long groan, spilling into Mulder's mouth. Electric pleasure
swam up and down his veins and little sparks of light were going off behind his
eyelids. Panting, he opened his eyes. Mulder was staring back at him, watching
him, with a reflective expression.
He felt unaccountably open and defenseless. Mulder's right hand still held his
cock, loosely. He felt raw and exposed. Suddenly, it was all he could do not
to panic, to twist away from Mulder and just leave. Get out.
A slow smile came over Mulder. "I've always wondered what you look like when
you come."
Eh? What? "Been thinking about me?"
"Sure. Haven't you?"
Krycek paused. "Yeah," he admitted. "Of course."
This was getting surreal again. Mulder still hadn't let go of his cock. He was
getting hard once more beneath that touch, those lovely long fingers curled
around him.
He could feel his heart hammering in his chest. Just leave, leave now before
it's too late...
"Alex?"
"Fox."
"Can we do this again?"
"What, are you thinking about the magic number?"
"Sixty-nine? Yeah." Mulder's eyes flicked down to Krycek's cock and then back
up to his face. "We could even try out some other things... I know a lot but
I've not had many opportunities to try things out."
Krycek found himself grinning. Chuckling, he said, "Things. What 'things'
would these be?"
Mulder grinned back. "As you know, I have an extensive video collection. It's
been very educational."
"Wrong kind, I'm afraid," Krycek pointed out. "Unless you've been indulging a
curiosity about the gay side of porn."
Mulder shrugged. "You get all sorts. Some videos are more liberal than others.
Sometimes it¼s a free-for-all."
"This is too fucking weird. I can't believe we're sitting here discussing your
porn collection."
"Not as weird as the fact that we're here at all," Mulder pointed out. He
leaned forward, inhaling, and then ran his tongue up along Krycek's cock, which
was at half-mast and stiffening quickly. Then he let go and stood up. He
offered his hand, and Krycek took it. Standing there, Krycek debated whether or
not he should just go ahead with this. Mulder seemed amenable to-
Mulder's mouth landed on his, and he reflexively opened his mouth slightly, his
lips parting in surprise under Mulder's, as Mulder's hands came up to hold his
head. He could taste himself in Mulder's mouth. But most of all he was lost
suddenly in the delirious sensation of drowning. It was intimate, poignant, hot
and very, very dangerous. Krycek realized he had instinctively done the right
thing all those years ago, in this same apartment, for if he'd kissed Mulder on
the mouth then, he wouldn't have been able to tear himself away.
With a desperate moan, Krycek pulled back. "Mulder," he whispered.
Mulder was looking into his eyes almost compassionately. "I know." Mulder
stepped even closer, bringing their bodies into full contact. Krycek realized
his jeans had fallen down around his ankles along with his shorts. Mulder
wrapped his arms about Krycek and held him.
He felt awkward, and yet there was a sense of having shared something with
Mulder, that one can only get with a lover.
He closed his eyes, the panic welling up into his throat. This was a mistake,
such a huge mistake. Now that he'd had a taste of paradise, how the FUCK was he
supposed to go back to living in the shadows on empty fantasies? He clutched
back at Mulder, briefly. He cleared his throat and said over Mulder's shoulder,
listening to the beating of both their hearts, "So how far shall we take this?"
Mulder pulled back, bringing one hand up to touch Alex's face, wonderingly. "I
don't think we have a choice. We're going to have to go all the way. We've
spent too long denying it."
Krycek nodded.
Mulder looked down, noticing that his jeans had fallen all the way down, and
laughed.
Krycek felt his face flood with heat.
But Mulder only stooped and helped him bring them back up, before stepping away
and moving in the direction of the bedroom. "Come on, there are some things I'd
like to try. You can show me how it's really done."
Krycek heaved a sigh. Mulder was right. They didn't really have a choice. As
he followed Mulder into the bedroom, he saw that Mulder had taken off his shirt
and was undoing his jeans, shucking them off. Mulder looked up as he started on
his shorts and socks. Krycek watched, smiling. Mulder, stripping. Mulder,
naked. Mulder, knowing he was being watched, his movements ever so slightly
self-conscious.
Finally, Mulder said, "Look, are you going to join me, here? Or are you going to
just stand there?"
Krycek snickered. And began undressing, slowly. "So, I did the right thing,
after all. In coming, I mean."
Mulder laughed. "Yeah, you came. So did I."
"Okay. But I'm staying, too."
Mulder watched him peeling off his clothes, his cock lifting in salute to
Krycek's body, revealed as each item came off. "Trick or treat... You know, I
think you're both."
"How d'you figure?"
Mulder shrugged. "You're my trick tonight, plus you're a treat."
Krycek raised his brows at him. "I am not your toyboy. If anything, I'm your
trainer."
Mulder chuckled, sitting down on the bed. "Yeah? Well, coach, I'm ready. Take
me in hand."
Krycek laughed now. "You have no idea," he said, advancing on Mulder.
Mulder said nervously, "You know there's a full moon tonight?"
Krycek shrugged. "So what?"
"Just making conversation," Mulder replied.
Krycek shook his head in amazement. "You really are 'out there', aren't you?"
Realizing Mulder must've said it out of nervousness of what they were doing and
what was to come, he went to stand between Mulder's parted knees and kissed him,
bearing him backwards to the bed.
The solid reality of Mulder's mouth under his own, those full lips parted to let
him drink in Mulder's taste, and the warm musky scent of both their bodies
served to bring Alex to full erection once more.
Lifting his head to look down into Mulder's flushed face, he said, "I can't
remember a time when I didn't want this, or want you."
"Alex, I know. I know," Mulder said. "Me, too."
"We can't forget the past, can we," Alex stated, a little sadly.
"No. But we can put it away for a while," Mulder said, reaching up to bring him
back down again.
Covering Mulder's body with his own, Alex relaxed atop him. He was sharply aware
of their cocks touching, pressed together. He ground their hips together in a
devastatingly erotic rhythm and found himself breathing harder and harder as he
realized that he wanted... needed...
Pausing, he propped his upper body on his elbow and stared at Mulder in silent
entreaty.
"What do you want, Alex?"
"I—you, Mulder. So long," he murmured. "So fucking much."
Mulder grinned. "How?"
A slow flush crept over his cheeks and Krycek grimaced in embarrassment. "Um...
I want—" he stumbled to a halt, unable to even express his desire. Afraid that
Mulder would say no—would withdraw.
"Ye-ees?" Mulder encouraged. He wrapped his arms more firmly around Krycek's
back, pulling himself up to whisper throatily in one ear, "Tell me, Alex. Tell
me what you want."
"Oh, fuck." Alex wetted his parched lips and took a deep breath. "I... I...
fuck!"
Mulder snickered. "Okay. Fuck. As in fucking, I assume," he stated
matter-of-factly.
"Uh—"
"Well, you are on top here, Alex. And, I assume you know what you're doing,
so..."
His heart stopped and Krycek stared down at Mulder incredulously. "You mean you
—you actually want me to..."
With an easy shrug, Mulder nodded. "Yes, I do." He licked his lips and smiled.
"I know we have our problems, but here and now, I don't believe you'll hurt me."
Which served to render Krycek completely dumb. Trust. This was all a matter of
trust. He studied Mulder's hazel eyes, seeing no signs of doubt or hesitation.
All he could find in the clear gaze was acceptance and desire.
"Jesus, Mulder," was all he could say. "I... I'm, uh—" Still expecting to
hear the resounding thud of the other shoe falling, Krycek fell silent. He
turned his head to one side and let his eyelids fall to cover whatever his
expression might be revealing.
"Alex." Mulder reached up and lightly touched his lips. "Don't you think I
know?"
Know?
Warily, Krycek opened his eyes again and allowed them to meet Mulder's warm,
hazel regard.
He licked his lips. He felt entirely exposed and had to suppress the little
note of panic that rose up inside. "Yeah, I know," he replied, his voice rough.
He didn't know what else to say though, and realized he was afraid of anymore of
Mulder's little revelations. It was too intimate, almost terrifying, since they
were lying in such close proximity and it was already so physical, so real...
To cover his anxiety, he grinned, and waggled his brows. "You know something
else? I came prepared."
He lifted himself from atop Mulder and rummaged quickly through the pocket of
his jeans where he'd tucked the condom and small tube of lube so hopefully,
earlier. Wow. He hadn't thought there was a chance in reality of actually
getting to use them. He rejoined Mulder on the bed, quickly, hoping Mulder
wouldn't chicken out at the last minute.
But Mulder seemed content and even excited at the prospect of getting fucked—and Alex's cock jumped at the thought.
Mulder smiled. "I can't believe we didn't do this years ago. Why the hell
didn't you show up before now?" he asked, almost reproachfully.
Alex shook his head slightly. "You're crazy. You can't be serious. You'd have
shot me, before now."
It was Mulder's turn to shake his head. "No. I would never have shot you."
No, just hit me until I bleed, Alex thought, but he didn't want to say it. He
didn't want to start dredging all that up again and spoil the moment.
He lay down beside Mulder, picking up the condom. Mulder took it from him and
began to tear it open, and then as Mulder turned to Alex and took his cock in
hand, unrolling the condom onto him slowly and carefully, Mulder said, "I've
never been able to help wanting to touch you, whatever the situation."
Alex snorted. "I know. I remember, believe me." But he was breathing harder
and the anticipation of... taking Mulder's ass... was making him tremble with
suppressed nerves and heat.
Mulder smiled at him, with something very close to kindness. "You know, I
always thought that if we ever managed to get together, it would be all fire and
bruises and just... hard. You know?"
Alex let out a breath. "Well, it is, but we could make do without the bruises.
You're fire, and I'm hard."
Mulder snickered a little, then his face went serious. "Do you want me on my
back, or what?"
Alex considered it and realized that Mulder was probably nervous about it
despite his calm, cool surface. At last, he suggested, "I'll just stretch out
here, and you can do it, control the plays, okay?"
Mulder looked surprised, and then grateful. Nodding, he murmured, "I also never
imagined you'd be such a gentleman about it."
It was Alex's turn to be surprised. "What exactly were you expecting?"
Mulder shook his head a little. "You've always been the dark, leather-boy with
the attitude. I didn't think you be so sweet."
Alex coughed. "Sweet?"
Mulder grinned now, and chuckled, getting up to straddle Alex. "Yeah. Sweet
like candy."
"Whatever," Alex said, his voice strained as Mulder's bottom came to rest
against his own inflamed, over-sensitive groin. "You'll have to lift yourself
up a bit," he directed.
Mulder raised his eyebrows at him. "I know. Just relax; I know what to do.
Just—just lie back and think of Russia."
Alex let out a pent-up laugh, tension making it louder than he'd meant it to be.
He was on the verge of making a crack about 'From Russia With Love' and suddenly
the reality of having sex with Fox Mulder hit him broadside. He felt himself
trembling not just from the sensation of Mulder's ass slipping down over the tip
of his cock and the wildness that had entered Mulder's eyes as he stared down at
Alex, but also from the knife-edge of painful hope for future trysts that rose
up inside.
And then there was no time to think of it at all, no time to worry, nothing but
the clutching, soft and tight heat of Mulder surrounding him, enveloping his
cock and he could only arch his back and try not to thrust upwards too fast or
too hard. Gasping, he opened his eyes and stared up at Mulder and found Mulder
watching him with something like awe.
Mulder bit his lower lip, wincing with what had to be a mixture of pleasure and
pain. "Alex," he whispered, almost reverently. That really WAS wonder in his
eyes. Alex found himself holding his breath at the sight, trying not to come
just from Mulder's expression alone.
Mulder bore down on him, grinding himself onto Alex's cock, sealing them
together. Alex squeaked, involuntarily, finding his voice sucked out of him.
He placed one hand on Mulder's hip, trying to remember not to grip too hard. He
didn't want to bruise him. But part of him wanted to compensate for the lack of
his other hand.
"Ohhh, yeah," Mulder said, a lucid grin sliding over him, and then Mulder moved,
gently riding Alex's stiffness buried inside of him.
A wall of heat rushed up to meet Alex and he found he could barely breathe.
With a strangled noise that caught in his throat, he came, lifting upwards,
unable to control the thrusting of his hips into Mulder's tight, hot and
beautiful ass... Sweet, sharp sparks inside his veins and flowing over him with
a series of shocking pulses.
Wonder rippled over Mulder's face, staring down into Alex's eyes. Then he
smiled again, and let his fingers trace along Alex's mouth, his chin, then
moving to rest against his palm against Alex's cheek.
"You're beautiful, Alex. Gorgeous."
Alex bit his lip and closed his eyes, letting out a disappointed breath.
"Sorry," he muttered.
"For what?"
Alex shrugged slightly with a wry, self-conscious smile.
Mulder shook his head, not losing his grin. "Like I said, 'gorgeous.'" Then he
slipped off of Alex, rising up to remove the used condom from Alex's softening
cock. Mulder licked his lips, regarding it and then said, "Nah. I'd rather try
it from the source."
Alex let out a laugh. "Mulder, you're... Are you always like this? You can't
help yourself, can you?"
"Like what?" Mulder asked, innocently, then rolled away to one side, reaching
into the drawer by the bed.
Alex began to lift himself onto his elbow but Mulder quickly returned to him and
pushed him back flat on his back. "Don't go anywhere."
"But what about you?" Alex asked, indicating Mulder's erection, which was still
awaiting attention.
Tearing open the condom and pulling it onto himself with more finesse and ease
than he had on Alex's cock before, Mulder replied, "I'm sure that between the
two of us, we can think of something." He leaned down and covered Alex with his
body, kissing him, holding his face prisoner with both hands.
Then, with a wicked grin and glint in his eyes, he got up and tugged at Alex,
flipping him over.
Laughing, Alex exclaimed, "Whoa!"
But as Mulder began to run his hands over Alex's back and then down to cup both
asscheeks, Alex went still. He could hear Mulder's breathing, behind and above
him, hovering over him, and then Mulder's knees were inching his legs farther
apart.
"Gorgeous," Mulder repeated, and then Alex's eyes opened wider in surprise as he
felt a wet, soft tongue trailing over his right cheek, a mouthed kiss followed
by Mulder moving his attention to the left and biting gently, experimentally. A
soothing lick followed the bite and Alex felt his whole body suspended in tense
anticipation, waiting, hoping... He didn't dare move. Or speak.
Then Mulder was chuckling. "Happy Halloween, Alex."
Alex grinned, and then abruptly groaned as Mulder's tongue ran down his crack,
and then up against his anus, the tip of it flicking lightly at his opening
before slowly pushing into him. Mulder moaned and seemed to be enjoying
himself. Probably surprised to find he likes it, Alex thought. Indeed, Mulder
was eating him out with more and more enthusiasm and appreciation. Alex's cock
was trapped painfully against the sheets of the bed as it had begun to harden
once more from Mulder's mouth on him.
Alex was shaking and Mulder lifted his head, licking his lips. "Not bad," he
said, musingly. Then he got up.
There was a recognizable sound of lube being squeezed out and then Mulder's long
lovely slickened fingers were sliding down Alex's crack.
Alex shivered as they encircled his hole and then began to delve inside. He
pressed his forehead down into the pillow and pushed back against Mulder's hand.
"So fucking gorgeous," Mulder whispered, and then began to slide back and forth
inside of him, in and out, while Alex was unable to stop wriggling slightly
beneath the attention, as Mulder's finger kept rubbing against his prostate.
"Mulder," Alex gritted out, muffled, desperately.
There was a moment's silence as Mulder withdrew altogether and as the moment
lengthened into another, and then another, he couldn't help the cold pang of
worry that went through him. Was Mulder-
But Mulder's hands were back, stroking him, lightly up his thigh, and parting
his ass again, leaning in so close Alex could feel the warmth of his body.
Mulder slid his cock into Alex's hole and then lay down atop him, covering him,
letting out a deep sigh as he did so. Alex was rigid, trying to get used to
accommodating Mulder's length inside of him.
"God, I've wanted this for a long time." Mulder sounded reminiscent.
Alex cleared his throat. "Fox... you're not going to make me beg, are you?"
Mulder smiled against his neck and began to kiss it, licking lightly with his
tongue and making Alex shiver again. "Does this feel like I am?" He pushed into
Alex, hard.
Alex cried out, pain and pleasure combined in the sensation and so overwhelming,
so MISSED, for it had been a while since he'd done this with anyone. His limbs
were trembling and with Mulder wrapped all over him and inside of him and around
him, Alex could finally give in to the warmth and the safety of surrendering.
Mulder didn't need to know how much Alex was really surrendering to him in this
act, didn't need to know that it was practically a symbolic act and virtually
unnecessary. And then Mulder began to fuck him, slow and hard, letting that big
cock force its way deeper with each stroke, leaving him crying out loud
wordlessly each time.
Mulder's moans mingled with his, creating a sense of sharing the same pleasure,
but as Mulder appeared to drop the vestiges of his control and just let go,
letting loose the reins on his concern, Alex was glad. Mulder's teeth were
worrying at his neck, mindlessly, and Mulder's cock kept stabbing into him, just
big and hard enough to be on the rough edge of pain. Gratefully, Alex fell over
the cliff-edge and jerked under Mulder's weight on him, losing himself in the
sensation of being pinned to the bed with Mulder's cock jammed inside of him.
The sheets under him quickly grew wet with more than sweat.
Mulder gave a strange squealed cry that seemed borne of a gasp and a choke and
then spurted inside of Alex's ass, over and over. Alex's satisfaction grew and
he grinned into the pillow, letting his limbs relax as Mulder trembled and shook
atop him.
"Oh fuck, oh God, oh fuck," Mulder was murmuring.
Finally, Alex turned his head, lifted it, and suggested, "Let's get under the
covers. We'll get cold."
Mulder seemed too oblivious to have heard him, but then he slowly acquiesced.
Soon, Alex was lying on his back with Mulder on his right, beside him, an arm
draped over his chest.
Sounding almost bewildered, Mulder commented, "I didn't know it would be like
that."
"That was unusual," Alex said, craftily. "Very special."
"Really?"
Talk about leading someone down the garden path, Alex thought. "You've never
done that before, have you?"
Dryly, Mulder answered, "Limited chances for experimentation, Alex."
It occurred to Alex that perhaps Mulder was feeling nervous about how he'd done
it. "Believe me, Fox: that was good. Very good. It doesn't get better than
that. I came three times."
"Damn." Mulder paused. "I guess we'll have to do it again, then. Make sure it
wasn't a fluke or anything."
Alex hesitated, wondering if Mulder was distastefully referring to some kind of
weird life form. But Mulder merely chuckled and then sighed pleasantly and
kissed him on the shoulder, nestling his head under the crook of his right arm.
"Stick around, okay?"
Alex drew a breath. "I'm not going anywhere," he said, truthfully. In fact,
Mulder would have to have him physically dragged away, at this point. Now that
he'd finally gotten Mulder to give in, there was no way he was going to
relinquish him. As Mulder's breathing evened and slowed, Alex lay awake in the
dark, his eyes open, considering. It might be a blue moon, but he was damned if
he was going to let Mulder go, now.
But when he finally slipped into sleep, he was smiling.
FINIS
Trick or Treat
by Jami Wilsen
Mulder cautiously opened the door, gun in one hand, bag of candy in the other.
