Indicating he should be quiet, Mariah smiled as a waitress approached.
The stereo-typical waitress stood before them chewing gum, a notepad in her
palm. "So what'll ya have?" She popped a bubble.
"Coffee." More concerned with what his friend had to say, Mulder hardly
glanced at the waitress. Once the woman brought the requested coffee and
left, Mariah began speaking.
"We may have an antidote, Fox. Dorcas and I have been testing it for over a
year, we think we might have it... but we need a test subject, preferably
one that can handle the consequences— if it fails." Her voice was soft and
held a hint of apology.
Knowing it would be pointless to argue, Fox didn't bother. "When?" The
cure was more important than his aversion to the black oil. He prepared to
get up.
"I have a hotel room prepared for tonight." To stop him from standing she
placed a hand on his arm. "Not yet... finish your coffee. So how have you
been?" She engaged him in small talk, letting him relax as he began talking
about his most recent case. Mulder was unpredictable when he was tense, and
she wanted him calm for tonight.
After about a half hour of this drabble, Fox set down his cup and stood up,
no longer wanting to prolong the inevitable. Mariah nodded and followed him
outside. They took a cab to the hotel and she led him to the room.
Without a word spoken, the FBI agent removed his jacket and shirt, allowing
her to prep his arm and hardly flinching when she injected him with the
murky looking contents in the syringe. She led him to the bed and he
immediately lifted his arms so she could lock them into the padded cuffs
attached to the bedposts. He glanced nervously at the IV sitting next to
the bed. At the moment there was no bag attached, but he knew by now that
it would be used to administer the oil into his system.
As he watched Mariah set the timer, Fox finally broke the silence. "So,
have you enjoyed the last year? Kadia has a lot of respect for Dorcas, she
said that if anyone could find an antidote, it would be her. She thought
you would have a lot in common with her, too."
"Oh yes. It's been wonderful. She's learned so much in her lifetime, and
never gets impatient with my questions. We work together really well. Once
she got past her disbelief in what we were working with, she was all for the
studies. She calls it a virus, refusing to acknowledge it for what it is,
but she accepts it. I love working with her, she lets me do what I'm good
at, and she deals with the rest of it." Mariah spoke animatedly, leaving no
room for doubts in Mulder's mind.
Head on the pillow, Fox turned his head to look at her. "Have you been in
England all this time, or Russia? Kadia mentioned something about wanting
to be close to the source. She said that since that debacle with the pouch
two years ago, you haven't wanted to take any chances."
Mariah snorted in disgust. "Russia. I still can't believe you let that
asshole lead you around like he did. You already knew what was in the
pouch, you knew what the rock was all about, yet you allowed him to screw up
everything. And as for Scully allowing those morons to do tests on the
rock, what was up with that?" She glared at him, waiting to hear what he'd
say.
"They were getting suspicious. I was following up on a bomb threat,
something that had absolutely nothing to do with the X-Files—"
Interrupting him, Mariah took the opportunity to remind him, "You didn't
have to accept the assignment."
"The receipts were being sent directly to me. It was obviously meant for me
to follow the trail. There was no guarantee the information would continue
to be delivered if I turned to case over to someone else. We were dealing
with human lives here, Mariah. I couldn't just ignore it because it wasn't
a part of The Plan. Besides, things were pretty quiet and I was getting
bored. It's not like I knew it was Krycek sending me the receipts."
"It's not like you had any contact with Charles at the time. If you had
bothered to get in touch with him, he could have told you the man was
involved in a militia group. Besides, that's not what I'm upset about. I'm
annoyed because you let that rock get in the hands of lay people." Mariah
argued vehemently, pacing the small room.
Mulder rolled his eyes, why was everything his fault? "If you would be good
enough to recall, the customs officials were infected with the actual oil
before the rock even appeared. If Scully and I didn't investigate, that in
itself would have been very suspicious. We push buttons, remember? That's
what the X-Files is all about. And Krycek is a huge part of 'The Plan',
whether you acknowledge that or not. He could cause irreparable damage if I
didn't do what he planned. He'd have to find another way to do what he
wanted, whatever that was... better to be there along for the ride than in
the dark. At least knowing what was going on, we could fix things. It
became a minor setback, instead of a major one."
"People died, Fox. They died because they had no idea what they were
getting involved in."
With a small shrug, Mulder strived to sound disinterested. "If we hadn't
allowed it to happen as it did, the results wouldn't have been contained.
Making it public as we did, the Consortium was able to get involved and
conceal it. Knowing how frightening it was, the scientists that were in on
it were more than happy to turn it over to the shadowy powers that be and
wash their hands of it." He knew that in the long run, things had worked
out for the best; but Mariah only had a specified amount of years on earth
and she saw things on a smaller scope.
Before Mariah could argue her point again, the timer went off and they both
turned to stare at it. Fox with apprehension in his eyes, and Mariah with a
muted excitement.
"You ready?"
Fox knew she asked in order to give him some small feeling of control, but
since it wouldn't matter if he said no, he simply nodded, his eyes fixed on
her movements.
A cooler sat incongruously in the corner of the room and Mariah walked to it
confidently, pulling out a metal canister. She proceeded to attach a tube
to the lid and began the tedious process necessary of transferring the
independent thinking oil to the IV bag, ensuring it didn't have the
opportunity of escaping and infecting her instead of the test subject. Once
there was sufficient oil in the bag, she removed the tube from the
canister's suction lid and recapped it.
Mulder watched as she dropped the tube into a dish of alcohol, quickly
lighting a match, a glint of satisfaction in her brown eyes as it fizzled
into black ash. He cleared his throat, reminding her of her current
mission, and she hurriedly wheeled the IV to the bed and attached another
tube to the bag, directing the flow to just above his head.
He closed his eyes tightly as the oil like substance dripped onto his face,
and couldn't prevent the soft whimper from escaping when it began crawling
into his eyes, nose and between his lips. It was quick though, and the
sensation of being possessed was short lived. After a very short struggle,
he lost consciousness and went into a coma.
Mariah watched without expression, recording the time and reactions on a
notepad and into a tape recorder. He remained in the comatose state for
over 20 minutes as she kept notes of his blood pressure and heart rate-
needing to make sure he was still alive before the thing was rejected.
Finally, almost a half hour later, the oil began trickling out of his nose
and mouth. Unable to escape its death, it dried almost instantly as the air
touched it.
Coughing, Mulder gasped for breath as he forced his eyes open. "How long
did it take?"
She glanced up from her notes and to her watch. "Over a half hour."
"Good. Now the question is, will it work after infection?"
She shrugged and opened the bedside drawer to pull out a gun. "Only one way
to find out."
Mulder flinched away, knowing that death would clean his system of oil and
antidote, but at the moment he was too wound up to deal with dying.
"Silencer's help, Mariah. We're in a public hotel here, you shoot that
thing and the cop's will be here before we can escape."
Halting in mid-aim, Mariah stared at him and then at the gun in
consternation.
"Don't worry about it. I have the entire week off. Skinner wants to give
the 'big guys' a chance to cool off after my last.. case. We can do this
tomorrow night," Mulder assured her.
Relieved, she lowered the gun and put it away before reaching for his
handcuffs.
Upon his release, Mulder stood on shaky legs and made his way to the
bathroom.
Sometime later, he came out of the bathroom, hair still damp from his
shower, pants on but chest bare. "Your turn." He nudged her toward the
small room. "We're going out."
Obediently- though confused, Mariah went to take her shower. When she came
out, Mulder was dressed, hair dry and brushed, and he waited for her
impatiently.
"I don't have clothes for a night out."
"Don't need any, there's a little store I know of. We'll go there." He led
the way to her car and allowed her to drive— even though she didn't know
where they were going. He knew Mariah wouldn't protest, because she
understood how testy he could get when he felt trapped. He still felt the
antidote flowing through his system and knew from experience that it would
be a few hours before it was rejected by his immortal body.
Mariah interrupted his musings with a softly spoken query. "Where are we
going?"
"Shopping. After that, we'll visit a little club I used to frequent quite
often when Cory was still with me, before the X-Files." Mulder led her to a
sparsely occupied parking lot of a specialty store.
He led the way to the dressing room, grabbing clothing from the racks,
seemingly haphazard in his choices as they walked to the back. He was
delighted to hear Mariah giggle in shocked delight as she watched him with
wide brown eyes. He was glad he could make her smile again.
They hadn't had fun together since before he'd joined the FBI. When he
decided to join Quantico, she became a scientist, wanting to find a way to
kill the 'black cancer'. She devoted her life to it- not taking the time to
enjoy her youth. And he couldn't visit her since it was quickly decided
that if Mulder wanted to truly integrate himself as a clueless, but
intuitive pest, he couldn't be seen with anyone even remotely interesting to
the Consortium. A Samantha clone would gather more than a little notice. In
over 10 years, this was the third time that they had been together in
public.
"Here, try this stuff on." He handed her an armload of clothing and as she
entered the only changing stall, he chose some stuff for himself.
Mariah allowed him to see how she looked in each ensemble until he finally
nodded decisively. "You need boots. Try these." She obeyed and he grinned
with satisfaction. "Perfect."
They were only a few blocks from the club when they had to stop for a red
light and Mulder took the opportunity to reach over and clasp the remaining
piece of to the outfit around Mariah's neck. Then he clasped his own.
As they approached the door of the club, the bouncer recognized him. "Hey,
Foxy— no time no see."
Mariah's eyes widened when Mulder didn't even flinch- he just shrugged.
"Work takes up all my time these days, LZ."
"Sucks. Who's the girl?"
"My little sister." Mulder gazed at him innocently.
"Cute. Go on in." Opening the door, LZ watched as the two leather clad
beauties walked in.
Mariah stepped closer to her 'big brother' and whispered in his ear in
amazement. "Foxy?!"
Taking her arm, Fox grinned and led her to the bar. He sensed a couple of
men approaching them and looked forward to reintroducing himself to a life
he had been forced to leave when his part in the 'Plan' was changed.
He ordered two drinks and watched with amusement as two of the men
practically came to blows, trying to determine who Mariah would dance with.
A few of the men were there to hit on him, but he was looking for a specific
partner tonight, and none of the these men were what he wanted.
Mariah looked quite fetching in her all black leather tie-up halter top and
knee-high skirt with boots that reached just below her knees, covering the
entirety of her legs while leaving no doubt as to their shape. The narrow
collar around her neck was the perfect touch.
Of course he was dressed just as provocatively- in skin tight leather pants
and a black silk shirt, with his own collar.
He watched her reactions to the attentions with a small smile, knowing she
didn't get out much without himself and Cory to drag her away from the labs.
Most of their life was now occupied with the preparations for fighting the
colonization, but Cory had taught him long ago not to let life be all work
and no play. He usually took a lot of side trips almost all the time
because he had no fear of punishment, since Scully let him get away with
just about everything. She remembered nothing of her original part in their
little drama, but subconsciously she must know. He was sure of it.
"Fox?" A soft voice husked into his ear, pulling him out of his reverie.
Mulder turned to see a young man- blond and gorgeous standing behind him.
"Hello Hans." He couldn't stop the grin from spreading across his face.
Hans, the typical German Top stared at him- his blue eyes showing shock.
Finally, he growled between clenched teeth. "What are you doing here?"
"Having some fun. I'm on forced leave- they have no say over what they
don't know. Come on Hans- how 'bout it." He offered his body, spreading
his legs a little wider, knowing the man was trying to figure out what the
hell was going on. He was one of Cory's friends, and very familiar with the
old Fox. Cory had insisted he be one of the first they told, when it was
decided he would be going into the FBI as a clueless young agent. Mainly
because he had been one of Mulder's contacts when he worked with the WMM-
and was capable of exposing Fox for who he was if unaware of the dangers.
The blonde-haired man's eyes widened just a little. "You realize this club
is popular with the goons of the Consortium; you haven't switched sides
suddenly, have you?"
Fox shook his head. "Me? No, not this time. Besides, it's not like I'm
going to recognize any of these guys- even if they do recognize me. I'm
clueless, remember?" He grinned again, looking ridiculous as he fluttered
his eyelashes.
After a long minute, Hans sighed and placed his hand on Mulder's hip-
directing him to stand up and led him to the dance floor. "If you get
yourself killed, you've only got yourself to blame. Who's the girl,
anyway?" He changed the subject.
"Friend from Oxford. She's just visiting, so I thought I'd show around
town."
"Don't you think it's rather dangerous, letting her be seen somewhere like
this with you?"
After following the blonde man's eyes to his 'sister', Fox saw her getting
very friendly towards the man with whom she was dancing. He smiled fondly,
thinking back to a long past incident. "She can take care of herself."
"If you say so." Hans sounded doubtful, but he knew how dangerous Fox used
to be, and if the other man thought the female could take care of herself,
he'd take his word for it.
Ready to put his friend to the back of his mind so he could satisfy the
pulsing ache between his legs, Fox rubbed himself up against the man and
suggested into the ear on which he was nibbling, "Let's go downstairs."
It wasn't as if Hans didn't want to take advantage of the opportunity the
other man was offering him, he just didn't want to get himself killed. He
began to lead Fox to the stairwell, his hand placed possessively on the
man's ass.
"Excuse me." A familiar voice suddenly rasped, and Mulder turned slowly.
Through half closed eyes, he looked at the speaker.
Hans grunted, not really saying anything. The fact that Krycek looked just
like Cory didn't faze Hans in the least. He knew something about clones,
and this man was just another consortium goon.
"Get lost, buddy. He's mine." Krycek sounded furious as he growled through
his teeth at the man. His eyes were practically black with anger.
Fox stiffened for a mere second, before he relaxed back into Hans' embrace.
He decided to play this out and see where it led. "Looks like you've got a
rat problem. Have you considered cats? They're easily maintained and keep
the pest population to a minimum." He offered his opinion while glaring at
his nemesis/enemy without any real tension in his posture. He stood
confidently before the rat-bastard that looked just like his
on-again/off-again lover. He didn't really hate the man, but he had a part
to play. Tonight was one of those nights he just couldn't get his body to
play the same part though.
So, things were like that between the two? "You sure about that?" Hans
smirked at the young man, unable to resist baiting him.
While glaring at Fox, Alex replied, "Yeah, I'm positive. Now get lost."
The agent bristled with indignation, and was about to retort when Hans
interrupted. "I've got other things to do anyway. You let me know if you
get bored again, huh Fox?" The blonde hunk moved away from his friend with
a wink and ignored him when he attempted to argue.
Krycek watched the man walk away and then growled uncharitably. "What the
hell are you doing here dressed like that?! Geez, Mulder. You're going to
get yourself killed."
"What- you were worried about me? I'll have you know that you just chased
off what was going to be a fun date. You'd better be willing to make this
up to me." His lower lip jutted out in his famous pout. "Besides, what's
wrong with the way I'm dressed?"
Wrapping two fingers in the collar around Mulder's neck, Krycek pulled him
to the steps. "I'll make it up to you all right. I don't know what's with
you at times. It's like you have some sort of suicide wish or something.
You go off in a snit and then act stupid. You're looking for excitement,
I'll give you excitement." He snarled as he dragged Mulder downstairs to
the rooms kept specifically for this purpose. "Do you even know that man?
What he does to his subs? Do you really want to find yourself beaten so
badly you can't even crawl home?"
Completely enamored with this 'protective!' Alex, Fox followed him docilely.
He decided against letting Alex in on the fact that he did indeed know Hans
and his proclivities. He liked this side of the triple agent. Well, he
actually liked being led by the collar the most, but he liked the younger
man's anger. "No Alex," he replied as he trotted to keep up.
Krycek pulled open a curtain to an unoccupied room and then yanked it shut
behind them.
"A fun date huh? I'll make it up to you." Angrily, he released Mulder and
shoved him toward the small cot. "Strip."
Without argument, Fox began removing his shirt and then moved to his shoes.
Finally, without embarrassment, he removed his pants and stood before the
young man. He raised a brow and waited to see where Alex planned to go with
this. He was pleased to realize that the time it had taken to get undressed
hadn't been enough to cool Krycek's temper.
Alex stood there, eyes still burning with anger- his false arm hanging limp
at his side, his other holding a belt. "Get in position... Fox," He said
the name scornfully, intending to punish the man with the very use of it.
Doing as he was told, Fox accepted the blows with hardly a whimper. He
listened to Alex berate him, calling him a fool and and all manner of names.
It wasn't until he cried out that Alex threw the belt against the wall. His
anger gone now, he noticed the state of arousal Mulder was now in. "You are
such a freak, Mulder."
It wasn't until now that Mulder realized how 'vanilla' Krycek must be. Here
he was in the mood for a desperately hard fuck and his 'date' couldn't give
it to him... yet. If he was going to get what he needed, he'd have to play
this Krycek's way. So he turned to the pretty face and caressed the
irritated features. Surprisingly enough, he had listened to every word Alex
had said while hitting him. He sank to his knees and wrapped his arms
around Krycek's legs.
Alex gaped at the man on the floor hugging his knees. Since when was Mulder
this fucking tame? There was something going on here, and he wasn't sure he
wanted to know what the man could possibly be drugged with.
Kneeling on the floor, Mulder tilted his head back to glance up at Krycek's
face. "I'm sorry Alex. I swear I won't come here again— not without you."
He lightly brushed his head against the other man's thigh and smiled to
himself when he noticed the growing bulge in Krycek's pants. //So Alex
likes submissive, huh? I can do submissive.//
Alex glared at him suspiciously. Finally, he muttered softly, "You need a
keeper."
"You applying for the task?" With a cheeky grin, Mulder brushed his head
against Krycek's legs again- only this time he intentionally rubbed against
the triple agent's groin in the process.
A soft groan came from above him. "You put yourself into stupidly dangerous
situations, Mulder. You really don't deserve to be fucked."
The husky voice sounded rather breathy in Mulder's opinion. He decided to
see just how long the man would refuse him. He opened his mouth over the
rock-hard bulge, and began tonguing it. Savoring the short little gasps of
his soon to be lover he began to suck at the denim covered erection. He had
inched closer with each little whimper and was soon rubbing his own erection
against Krycek's leg. When he was pretty sure he would get his way, he
pulled away and tilted his head back to ask, "Can I earn it?"
Lust filled eyes stared down at him uncomprehendingly at first, but when
understanding hit, he growled at the older man. "Quit trying to fuck my leg
and show me what else you can do with that mouth of yours."
Obediently putting some distance between himself and a premature release,
Mulder opted against using his teeth and used the conventional method of
unzipping Krycek's now too tight jeans and helped him remove them, along
with his shoes. Without another word spoken by either, he took the man's
cock into his mouth, using tongue and throat to give pleasure.
"Fuck!!" Krycek yelled suddenly, releasing his seed into the older man's
mouth.
Mulder swallowed quickly, and let the partially limp dick slip from his
mouth. His own cock was hard and leaking, begging for attention. A few
moments passed while Krycek regained his breath.
Krycek couldn't help but wonder if Mulder had put him in these types of
situations often. "You're very good at this. Do you risk your life for
this sort of thing often?" His voice was dangerously soft.
Shaking his head, Mulder assured him, "Of course not."
"So you're saying talent like that just comes naturally?" Alex's voice was
skeptical and cold as he struggled for equilibrium.
Seeing his opportunity for a good hard fuck flying out the window, Mulder's
tone was frustrated and annoyed. "Didn't you read the records of my life
during Oxford?"
Krycek froze. "They only mention some woman named Phoebe Green. You had a
male lover in Oxford, too?"
Having more pressing issues on his mind then discussing his past history at
the moment, Mulder snapped at him. "You fuck me and I'll tell you all about
my screwed up relationships, otherwise get the hell away from me while I
take care of it myself."
The younger man stared down at Mulder, his expression turning from cold, to
calculating, to tolerant, all in a matter of seconds. "Patience, Mulder.
All good things come to those who wait. You want me to fuck you, then
you'll have to make me hard again. Can you do that?" He could usually play
the older agent like a fiddle, and he refused to allow himself to be
distracted. Especially if he could make Mulder hold to his promise.
Relieved, Mulder allowed himself to relax into his part and practically
purred when Alex began petting his hair. He heard the young man chuckle
when he arched into the gentle touch as he leaned forward to again taste the
hardening cock at the same time.
"Good boy," Krycek murmured, his fingers sifting through the silky brown
hair soothingly.
Now that he knew he would finally get what he wanted, Mulder was content to
take Krycek's cock deeper into his throat, and he hummed softly. The
younger man's legs were getting shaky and he knew it wouldn't be much
longer.
Sure enough, the gentle touch was becoming more insistent, clenching tighter
until finally Krycek pulled him away. "Turn around Mulder, on your hands
and knees."
With a quick glance at the man's face, to make sure this wasn't some game,
Mulder obeyed. Quivering with anticipation he scrambled to get on his
knees. He knelt with his head down, waiting for the heat of the other man's
body to indicate his own completion was imminent.
He felt the man moving around behind him, and was about to look to find out
what he was doing, when Krycek returned and placed a hand on his ass.
"Settle, I just needed supplies." Remembering the small chest of 'toys'
always kept in the chest by the door, Mulder waited impatiently for the
man's preparations. He felt as if he were a mass of nerve endings, he
practically jumped when he felt a slick finger pressing at the entrance of
his ass.
Krycek chuckled again and pulled out, only to return with two fingers,
stretching him. The man beneath him was panting, trembling with need. A
complete contradiction to the man that usually tried beating him to a pulp
at most of their meetings. He angled his reach to brush against the older
man's prostate and grinned when Mulder yelled out in pleasure. Deciding
there was no better time then the present, he quickly rolled a condom onto
his cock and moved to enter him.
Mulder made some small protesting noises in the back of his throat, but
leaned down, resting his head on his folded arms. He sighed in pleasure as
he felt himself being stretched slowly, until he was filled with the younger
man's cock. A moment passed before Krycek finally began to move. Increasing
his pace at impossibly slow rates of time. He was whimpering frantically by
the time the man finally started thrusting into him at a more uncontrolled
pace. "Touch yourself." He heard whispered into his ear. After twisting
his arm free from its prison he grabbed hold of his cock, and began jerking
it at the same pace Krycek was fucking him. "You ready yet, Mulder?" He
heard the slightly mocking voice question in his ear. Unable to form actual
words, he just muttered, "Hngh." There was that breathy chuckle again,
before the bastard finally whispered, "Then come with me." The tongue in his
ear was the finishing touch and he came into his hand, semen squirting over
his belly and onto the floor. Krycek came right after he did, ramming into
him furiously.
It seemed like hours later that Krycek ended up slumped weakly over Mulder's
sated body, breathing heavily. Finally Mulder groaned, twisting a bit to
escape the other man's weight and he lay on his side. "Not too bad for an
amateur."
Krycek didn't bother responding.
Revelations
by Kindli
Mulder stepped into the dimly lit restaurant and scanned the booths until
he saw his expected contact and walked to the small corner table. Sliding
into the chair across from his sister's clone he watched her expression
carefully. "So, what's going on?"
