Part III
All this, concealed within nicotine stained hands and an ageing body.
The amount his new boss was reputed to smoke would give cancer to an
elephant. And those hands had a reputation for amusing themselves among
his younger colleagues. Not a nice individual then.
Baines turned up at the assigned place, at the specified time, to
present himself to Cancerman. He'd worked with Ven and Sigurd before,
both good men with CIA backgrounds. So seeing them waiting for him, he
felt quite confident that he would have someone to watch his back on
this assignment. Ven jerked his thumb at the side door of the building.
"Third office on the left, Baines." The young man walked into the
shadowed room indicated, and found his aging boss sitting on a black
leather chair, sipping a whisky, and watching what looked like a war
movie.
Cold eyes turned to inspect the latest recruit. A flicker of surprise
seemed to cross the worn face. "So, Baines, you've been recommended to
me as a man who can handle trouble."
"Yeah, well. I've done four years combat training and a lot of army
special ops"
"I like your face Baines. You've got a job! Tell your two colleagues to
step in here a moment, I have a little job for you."
When the three men were gathered in front of him, Cancerman smiled in
anticipation. "There's a man I want bringing here. He works for the
F.B.I. and his name is Fox Mulder. The details are in the file." He
passed Ven a document. "You can be rough with him, but don't kill him.
He's quite important to my plans." The three men turned to leave. "By
the way, Baines, what's your first name?"
The young soldier turned. "My name is Al."
As the dark haired young man closed the door, the Cigarette Smoking Man
contemplated the future with more than a little amusement.
Scully was furious. She slammed the report down on her desk, and
indignant eyes glared at Mulder, as if all of this was his fault. "At
least a dozen healed rib fractures, almost as many mended breaks in
finger and arm bones. Three deliberate cigarette burns on one thigh, and
it's a miracle he hasn't contracted any sexually transmitted diseases."
She turned to look at Alexei, who watched her apprehensively. Scully had
insisted on giving the clone a full medical check-up, and was outraged
at the pattern of systematic abuse she had uncovered. "From what he
says, it's been going on for about three years, he can't remember much
before then. I can't find any signs of genetic anomalies. He is
absolutely identical to Alex in every respect."
Mulder turned to look at the anxious young face. "It's alright, 'Lexy,
Scully's just worried about you." His reassurance cheered the young man,
and he advanced towards Mulder, flung his arms around the agent, and
hugged him tightly. Mulder returned the embrace.
"I forgot to mention," Scully said dryly. "He's uneducated. He has
virtually no self-esteem, and it's a miracle he's so sweet natured. Oh,
and I wasn't neglecting the fact that he has a very well developed
sexual appetite!" She eyed Alexei, who grinned back at her, then he
abruptly sat on Mulder's lap. He winked at Scully.
Alexei had this disturbing ability, Mulder had noticed, to make him
blush whenever Scully was around. Scully smiled encouragingly at Alexei,
heading him off before he could involve Mulder in one of his mischievous
little games. Alexei was developing quite a sense of humour where Mulder
was concerned, now that he had found a place where he felt safe and
happy.
"Alexei, you can stay here for a while and try out some programmes on my
computer." The clone's face fell in disappointment. Scully was no fun!
She intended to test his reading and number skills, which were about
what you would expect from a couple of years of Sesame Street, when
someone could be bothered to sit him down in front of the t.v.
Mulder loosened his grip on Alexei's waist, and the young man stood up.
With a tentative smile, he leaned in and kissed Mulder softly. Fun was
one thing, but displays of affection were something he found strange and
unfamiliar. Mulder ruffled his lover's hair. "Be good for Scully, I'll
hear about it if you don't." The sweetly innocent response to Mulder's
advice was a sudden big hug.
Mulder was still smiling twenty minutes later, when he arrived at his
apartment. It was just him and Alexei there at the moment, the
instigator of all of this mayhem, Alex Krycek himself, was hunting up a
lead on the other side of the country. Alexei's message had galvanised
him more than anything else could have. He had gone off to try and hunt
down the black lunged bastard and challenge him to explain his remarks.
His only doubt had been for Alexei's welfare. Mulder had been more than
a little annoyed with Alex, as if he would let harm come to the
beautiful clone. With a resigned sigh, Alex had given in.
"Look after him Mulder. I guess he's my kid brother."
Mulder's eyes had sparkled with amusement. "Maybe I ought to look after
you too, Ratboy!" And Alex had turned, grabbed at Mulder's lapel, and
had pulled him in for a fiery, passionate kiss.
"Keep it hot for me, Mulder!" Laughing, he went out the door, leaving
Mulder more than a little confused at his conflicting emotions.
Mulder leaned back on the couch, trying to concentrate on reading the
latest UFO report from Florida. He was expecting Alexei back soon, and
he had decided to take his lover to the local Chinese take-away. His own
cooking skills were notoriously bad. He heard a knock at the door and
sighed. One of the first things he and Scully had done was to teach
Alexei how to find the apartment, and how to use a cab. He could now
travel relatively safely around the city, though he kept losing his key.
Mulder opened the front door, and stared at the clone. He had stolen an
old army jacket from somewhere. Next on the list of priorities. Teach
him not to steal! Last week, he had come home from the supermarket with
a big packet of M&M's in his pocket. Stolen of course, as Alexei had
little sense of personal property.
Mulder reached out and grabbed the clone. "Alexei, where the hell did
you steal the jacket from?" Astonished eyes watched him warily. "Oh,
never mind. Come here!" He pulled the young man close, and kissed him
warmly. There was a momentary resistance, then Alexei's arms wound
around his neck, and he pushed Mulder fiercely back against the wall,
tongue thrusting aggressively into Mulder's mouth. They finally broke
apart, breathless. Green eyes looked amused. Mulder was a little
astonished by the younger man's sudden, passionate assault, so different
from his usual tentative advances. The young man's breath was warm
against his ear.
"Sorry, Mulder!" The voice that spoke was both cynical and amused, with
a very uncharacteristic Mid-Western accent. The agent gasped out loud,
then a fist hammered into his stomach. Even as he doubled over in agony,
a knee drove into his face. He tasted blood briefly. Then there was
nothing.
When Mulder was next aware of the world, he was conscious that his head
was aching. He was in the back of a moving car, handcuffed again. He
groaned, and his head was pulled upwards by the hair. Intense green eyes
inspected him coolly. "Hey Ven. Our friend is starting to wake up!"
"Uh.... Why do you like me in handcuffs so much, Alex?" Mulder slurred
the words, disoriented. His head fell sideways against a warm, strong
body, and he concentrated on trying to breath without throwing up.
"Say, Baines, how did he know your name?"
"How the fuck should I know! He thought I was someone else at the
apartment. Some weird coincidence, I guess!"
Mulder tried to process the conversation.
Not Alex. Not Alexei. Then who? Oh god, there were three of them!
His head was aching again, just thinking about it. The world seemed to
slide in and out of focus. He began to feel so sick. He moaned. Cool
fingers lifted his head again.
"Sick.... Please Alex.... Stop the car!"
"Hey Ven, he's gonna puke!" Then Mulder was on his knees on the ground,
with no clear idea of getting there. Vomiting helplessly. Familiar arms
steadied him, wiped his mouth. Gently, his head was tilted upwards, and
he was aware of concerned scrutiny. "He's concussed!" Arms lifted him,
when it became clear that his legs were refusing to work properly. He
clung tightly to the familiar body as he was guided gently down onto the
back seat of the car. The world greyed out.
Something cool pressed against Mulder's forehead, and fresh, clean water
dribbled into his mouth. Stirring feebly, he managed to prop himself up
on one elbow, so he could drink from the proffered water. Green eyes
watched him with impersonal concern. He realised, looking around at his
prison, that he was in a bare, white room, with a bunk on one side, and
no windows. He was still handcuffed. "Thanks, Alex." The response came
automatically.
The young man shook his head in puzzlement. "How the hell do you know my
name?"
"That'll be all, Baines!" The Cigarette smoking man instructed. With a
shrug, the young man left. "Interesting how they all gravitate to you
Mulder. I wonder if it's genetic? Like the survival traits he has. Do
you know how determined they are to survive, doing the filthiest things
if need be. Like your little slut! Selling himself for food and a bed to
sleep in." He smiled. "Even mine!" He laughed cruelly. "Your one armed
friend will come after you, I left him a few clues. When we catch him,
we can put him where he belongs, in our experimental facility. We need
the purest strain you see. He really is unique, his cells are hundreds
of times easier to clone than a normal humans, but errors still creep
in." The Cigarette smoking man kicked Mulder suddenly, in the ribs, and
the agent moaned in pain. "I think I'll have his other arm amputated, to
make him more manageable." Chuckling, he left.
If Mulder could have killed him then, he would have been a happy man.
But all he could do was writhe helplessly against the handcuffs that
held him, desperately trying to escape. In the end, he gave up, but not
before his wrists were sore and chaffed by the metal. He spent an
uncomfortable night on the bunk, the room was cold, and there was a dull
ache behind his eyes that wouldn't seem to go away. He woke from a
restless doze to find green eyes watching him, disturbingly familiar.
Mulder tried to lever himself into a sitting position, and moaned at the
stabbing pain in his head.
"You want some Tylenol for that?" Mulder managed to nod briefly. He was
gently held upright, and was given pills and water. After that, the eyes
turned back to him in puzzlement. "Does he really look that much like
me? Your lover, I mean."
He didn't know then.
"You're like twins!" Mulder hesitated. "You're part of one of their
experiments, they'll use you and then they'll get rid of you, like the
rest of your.... lookalikes. Listen to me. Please Alex...." Shaking his
head as he left the room, the soldier decided he had better not get
involved. The Cigarette smoking man was not a man you wanted as an
enemy!
When Alexei let himself into Mulder's apartment, he was expecting to
find his lover, the one man in the world, apart from Alex, who believed
in him. But the apartment was dark and cold. He found the light switch
and clicked it on. And saw the spatters of blood from Mulder's cut
face. Alexei hugged himself in distress, his mind numbed by the enormity
of the problem he faced. But not for long. The door burst open and two
men pointed guns at him. "Get up, you're coming with us!" And Alexei let
himself be led away, unresisting, because he had been trained to obey
all his life and didn't know any other ways to help himself.
"Hey Baines! You wanna see what we brought in from Washington!" Whatever
it was, Ven was greatly amused by it. The young soldier walked through
to the rec room and stopped, amazed. A young man sat on the edge of one
of the chairs, his hands cuffed lightly in front of him. Wide, guileless
eyes looked fearfully at his captors and a tear crept down one slightly
stained cheek.
"Son of a bitch!" Baines had never seen anything so incredible in his
life. The guy was his totally identical copy, down to the colour of his
eyes, and the parted full lips. As the stranger heard his voice, the
green eyes swung towards him, and the captive gasped. Perhaps the most
disconcerting thing though, was the sudden flare of hope in the young
eyes as they watched him move into the room.
Mulder lay sprawled on the bunk, handcuffed, when Alexei came into the
room. He ran over to his lover and hesitantly reached out a hand to
touch Mulder's shoulder. Mulder lifted his head, revealing a spectacular
dark bruise on his forehead, and a swollen lip. Mulder tried to take in
what he was seeing.
"Foxy?" A gentle voice inquired. "You O.K?"
"Oh shit! Alexei, get out of here. Now!"
"Too late!" The one called Ven laughed. Alexei lifted up his wrists, to
show Mulder the handcuffs he wore, and Mulder realised for the first
time that the vulnerable clone was just as much a prisoner as he was.
"You may as well shoot that one!" Sigurd spoke to Ven, brutal as ever.
"He's the wrong one anyway. We're after the one armed one! He's just a
little whore they used at the secondary laboratory!"
"What! And stop me having a little fun with him!" Baines glared at his
colleague. "How often do you meet your twin? I want to know what makes
him tick!" Grumbling, the man put his gun away. "You take
responsibility, Baines!" With a warning glance at the two prisoners,
Baines went to report to his boss.
After their captors had left, Alexei made himself comfortable leaning
against Mulder so that his head could rest in Mulder's lap. "Is he a
good guy Foxy? The other Alex?"
"I really don't know, 'Lexy. Maybe he doesn't know himself!"
Baines sat in the rec room thinking about what had happened to him
lately. The insane man locked up downstairs who seemed to think he was
a victim of the Smoker. And the kid, his ?twin, with those big innocent
eyes and cute face. The world was going crazy. Try and make Baines a
victim and they would soon find out how much of a mistake that was!
Ven came into the room, dragging the source of his doubts, Alexei. He
pushed the young man forward, and Alexei fell, and lay sobbing,
clutching his bruised arm. "What gives?" Baines looked in puzzlement at
their prisoner.
"The Boss wants some privacy for a few minutes with Mulder. You get to
look after this!" He nudged Alexei in the ribs with the toe of his boot,
a look of contempt on his face. Ven smiled nastily as he left. He had an
idea of what the Boss wanted with their handsome guest, and it was
always entertaining to watch.
Baines reached out and pulled Alexei to his feet. Scared eyes watched
him. "Didn't anyone ever teach you to look after yourself?" Baines
looked in exasperation at the grubby face and the runny nose. Sighing,
he went into the washroom and grabbed a damp cloth. It was the work of
moments to clean up the young man's face. Oddly enough, the gesture
seemed to relax Alexei a little. He tried a tentative smile at Baines.
"I knew you were a good guy!" Alexei's voice was quiet, but his eyes
were shining in a hero worshipping way that Baines found totally
disturbing.
Shit. They were both crazy
"You hungry?" Baines took refuge in routine. The young man nodded
vigorously and Baines pulled open the fridge.
"Ice cream!" Alexei shouted out, suddenly joyful. Huge eyes begged
Baines, and with a sigh he gave in. "Not exactly lunch, kid!" But Alexei
was too busy to reply, trying to stuff his face with Mint-Choc Surprise,
a spoon held clumsily between cuffed hands.
Half an hour, and a tub of ice cream later, Baines decided it was time
to take his charge back to his cell. God help him, he actually liked the
little runt. Better not make things any harder, if he had to kill his
double. He opened the door to the cell, hearing voices inside, and
walked into hell. Mulder was lying on his bunk, crying helplessly, as
Ven systematically worked him over, casually battering the agent with
his huge fists. Baines heard Alexei give a small whimper as he realised
what was happening.
"That's enough! I think he's been softened up enough now, Ven. He should
be quite quiet when I use him."
Baines had a good idea of what his boss was going to do, he had quite a
reputation for it. One of his more extreme forms of extracting
information. Then, while his attention was on the poor sap who was his
bosses' latest conquest, Alexei wriggled out of his grasp and ran
forward. He dropped to his knees before the Cigarette Smoking Man and it
was as if a mask dropped over his face. A sweet smile at the black
lunged bastard. "Hi, I'm Alexei. You were the one that was good to me!"
He began to nuzzle at the Smoker's crotch, and when he wasn't repelled
immediately, brought his hands up to pull at the Bosses' zipper. The
Smoker was already erect, aroused by his games with Mulder. Incredibly,
the young man went down on the thick cock and began to give him head. By
the Smoker's response to Alexei, the young man was quite talented in
that area. Within a few minutes, he climaxed, and Alexei swallowed what
he was offered, with every sign of enjoyment.
"You're a good little slut, aren't you!" The smoker stroked the young
man's head, sounding sated. "Next time Mulder! Oh, Baines, have him
cleaned up!" As his boss left, Baines grabbed the medical kit, and went
to tend Mulder yet again. Warm fingers gripped his shoulder. A familiar
face close to his. "Is he hurt bad?" Alexei looked so worried. Baines
examined the semi-conscious agent. "He's been beaten up pretty badly,
but I don't think there's any permanent damage."
Baines spent about fifteen minutes tending Mulder, then stood up to
leave. His army training had included extensive medical instruction,
mostly in trauma injuries, so he was pretty confident Mulder would be
alright. Then Alexei ran up to Baines and flung his cuffed arms around
him as best he could, in a big hug. "Love you Baines. So good to Foxy!"
Tentatively, unused to close interaction with others, Alex Baines
returned the hug. The kid had done something he would feel disgust at,
just to save his lover from the Bosses' attentions. Till next time.
Sighing, he broke away from the oddly comforting circle of Alexei's
arms.
Don't get involved!
As it happened, he was on duty the next time, when the Smoker's lust got
the better of him. He and Ven headed into the cell, past the soldier,
and made straight for Mulder. The agent whimpered, knowing by now what
they intended. Alexei cowered in one corner staring at them. Ven grabbed
Mulder and held him down as the Smoker began to unfasten his belt.
Mulder struggled feebly, still far too weak from his various ordeals to
put up much of a fight. Which was of course the idea. The Smoker pulled
out his big cock and advanced towards Mulder, as Ven forced Mulder's
pants down and held his legs apart. No one expected Alexei to move,
still less to lunge forward and kick the Cigarette Smoking Man as hard
as he could between the legs. With a howl of agony, the boss doubled
over, clutching his privates, then toppled forward onto the floor.
Enraged, Ven reached out and grabbed Alexei forcing his arm back
painfully in an armlock. Baines ran into the room just in time to see
Ven's arm circle round Alexei's throat and start to squeeze the life out
of him. He caught a glimpse of terror on the kid's face, and one arm
feebly reached out to Baines.
Oh shit! Decision time!
Not really a decision at all then. He pulled out his gun and shot Ven
between the eyes.
"Damn it kid, I hope you're worth it!" Baines helped the young man to
his feet, and was again treated to that special adoring smile. "Alexei!
If you want to get out of here, you'll have to carry Mulder, he can't
make it on his own! Can you do that?" The kid nodded, his throat a
little sore to speak properly. Alexei slid his arm around Mulder, when
Baines unlocked their cuffs. Alexei was surprisingly strong, and managed
to keep up quite well, as Baines led them quickly out of the
installation. Mulder was watching him warily, as if he didn't quite
trust Baines. Hardly surprising. Baines wasn't quite sure if he trusted
himself at the moment.
Sigurd stepped out in front of Baines. "What the hell are you doing
Baines?" The young soldier launched himself forward, not daring a
gunshot in that part of the installation, as there were other security
stations nearby. One fist hammered into Sigurd's gut, so fast it
surprised the big lummox, even though he was expecting it. Follow
through with a hammering blow with the elbow, a kick under the chin with
the metal tip of one boot, and a final yank of his fallen opponent's
neck upwards to break it. The whole in less than ten seconds. He grinned
in pleasure, killing was an art, and there was always room for
improvement, but that result was up to his high standards. Both of his
companions were staring at him in astonishment. He flashed the grin at
them. "Pretty good, huh!"
Looking in that moment as young and desperate for approval as Alexei.
"Er.. Yeah." Mulder was beginning to have serious doubts about his new
friend. What the hell had they trained this one to be? The Terminator?
Outside the installation, which appeared to be a hospital from the
outside, the three managed to steal a car. Another one of Baines many
talents. To which Alexei paid a lot of attention, until Mulder nudged
him in the ribs. The alarm just started to sound in the distance as they
drove off.
After about three hours driving, Baines pulled up at a scruffy looking
Motel and went inside. He came out with the key to a chalet and the
three men gratefully went inside to clean up a little. The first thing
Mulder did when he went into the room was to ring up the number that
Alex had given him, and leave an urgent message with Krycek's message
service. He left the address of their motel, and begged Alex to get in
touch immediately. Then he lay down on the bed, exhausted and sore, and
slept for about sixteen hours.
What eventually woke Mulder was the sound of squabbling in the bathroom.
"Give it back you little shit!"
"Won't!"
"Give it back or I'll punch your lights out!"
A giggle. "Gotta catch me first!"
Alexei almost collided with Mulder as the agent made his way towards
the source of the sounds. The clone hastily bundled something behind his
back with one hand. The other reached out to touch Mulder, gently
stroked his hair. Mulder grinned. Alexei was so transparent when he was
up to something. Then those full lips found his in a kiss, and he forgot
about Alexei's silly games. Reality was the warmth of the willing body
against his, and the strong young arms that pushed him back onto the
bed. Wriggling out of his clothes, Alexei moved so that his body was
astride the older man's, and he laughed mischeviously at the delightful
present he found waiting in Mulder's lap. Mulder, though bruised, was
more than capable of enjoying this particular activity. Mulder closed
his eyes and relaxed onto the soft bedcovers, more than content to let
Alexei minister to him. That the young man would enjoy every minute of
their sex only made it twice as good.
Baines emerged from the bathroom, seriously annoyed at Alexei, who had
stolen his property. And stopped, staring at the sight of Alexei sitting
on top of Mulder, both were naked. As he watched, Alexei impaled himself
on Mulder's upraised cock, and started to move his body in a rhythm that
brought a groan from the older man. Alexei maintained the slow torturous
motion of his hips as he guided the encounter, fully in charge of
Mulder's body and his pleasure.
The clone heard a slight gasp behind him, and turned to look at Baines,
who watched disbelieving and, yes, aroused. The clone realised that
Baines was blushing! With a cheeky grin, Alexei waved what he had stolen
at Baines, then, still maintaining his rhythm, slipped it under one
pillow.
"Huh?" Mulder opened his eyes. Alexei leaned forward and kissed his
lover, totally distracting the older man. Mulder closed his eyes again
in ecstasy.
Alexei had discovered a new game. Bait Baines! Green eyes watched each
other, as Alexei took his pleasure. With delight, Alexei watched Baines'
hand creep down unconsciously to rub at the bulge in his pants. Moist
lips parted, as Baines suddenly found the room way too hot. Alexei too,
was being consumed by the fire he felt inside him. The need became too
intense to ignore. He flung his head back and screamed as orgasm took
him, of unusual intensity this time. Mulder shuddered beneath him and he
too lost control, jetting into his lover's body. Alexei draped his body
over Mulder's, fingers clenching round a certain object under the
pillow, as he slid into sleep.
Baines shivered, turned away. The sight of Alexei losing control, the
flushed, sated look on the young face afterwards was so disturbing. He
tried to put the sight of those two beautiful bodies out of his mind.
Four years of intensive combat training had left little room for sexual
explorations. And his instructors had preferred that he suppress his
natural urges, turn his feelings into aggression. Baines, all
appearances being deceptive, was a virgin!
Waiting in this hotel room for Alex Krycek was killing Mulder. Lately he
had noticed a tension between his two companions. Alexei seemed to find
it hard not to snigger when Baines was around, and the soldier kept
giving the other clone smouldering glances, filled with veiled threats.
Mulder wished he knew what was going on, but neither man was admitting
anything. Sighing, Mulder decided he would try and get a couple of hours
sleep.
When Baines saw that Mulder was beginning to doze, he grabbed hold of
Alexei. "Where is it? Give it back!"
"No!"
Baines grabbed Alexei by the front of his shirt and slammed him against
the wall. "Do I have to beat it out of you?" Alexei wriggled in his
grasp, and unexpectedly leaned forward, kissing Baines hungrily. The
soldier gasped and let go, flushing delightfully again. Alexei dived
past him, and grabbed the carton of take away Chinese food that had been
left overnight on the table. He flicked it at Baines.
As the sauce slowly dripped down his face and hair, Baines wondered how
an untrained man could so easily get the better of him. Sighing, he
turned to go into the bathroom. He definitely needed a shower to get rid
of this mess!
Mulder couldn't sleep. It was too hot and the room had no air
conditioning. He sat up and looked around. He could see Baines sitting
outside, through the window, in his old army jacket. And the sounds in
the bathroom indicated that Alexei was in the shower. Now that sounded
good! Pulling off his t-shirt and pants, he walked into the little room,
and took in the sight of his beautiful lover, wet and gorgeous, as he
soaped his body.
He stepped into the cool water behind the clone, and grasped Alexei's
hips. He heard the other man gasp in surprise. "You're so sexy, do you
know that?" he murmured in the other mans ear, and lowered his lips to
give special attention to the nape of his neck. He began to gently bite
and suck on the smooth skin, leaving small, red marks there, a sign of
his possession. The younger man moaned, pushing back against him. Mulder
slid his hand down the firm body, enjoying the feel of smooth muscles
under the skin, and let his fingers stray down to tease the tight
entrance. He continued to move his hand round to the rapidly hardening
cock, pulling at it, savouring the way it slid through his hands, wet
from the shower. He teased the sensitive head, as his other hand began
to open up his lover. The other man began to sob, and make small thrusts
against Mulder's exploring hand. Instinctively, the young man leaned
forward, so that Mulder could enter him more easily, bracing himself
against the cool tiles. Mulder pushed his way slowly into his lover's
body, enjoying the tightness that enclosed him. The clone moaned again,
shivered, and Mulder felt the tension in his body. "Shh baby, it's going
to be so good!" He gently began to move inside the sweet body.
Baines hadn't expected Mulder to come near him, wasn't sure how, or if,
Mulder had made such a mistake. Surely he thought he was with Alexei?
But he didn't want this to stop, wanted to be this close to Mulder. Then
the older man was inside him, and filled him with a sensation, half pain
and half pleasure. He couldn't stop himself crying out. Mulder's arms
went around him, and he whispered words of comfort in the young man's
ear. Then Mulder started to move, and something wondrous seemed to
explode inside the clone.
Mulder couldn't stop himself, he started to fuck the clone long and
hard. Feeling Alexei arch against him, his body catching and adapting to
Mulder's rhythm, spreading himself wider, to make it easier for his
lover to move inside him. Then Mulder felt Alexei cry out wildly,
flinging his head back in unrestrained rapture, his powerful orgasm
driving Mulder to his own peak.
"My love.... My sweet..." Mulder buried his face in the wet hair,
enjoying the coolness of the water as it cascaded over their hot bodies.
"So good...." the clone whispered to him. He leaned back into Mulder's
arms. The agent had just blown his mind. At that point he would have
done anything for Mulder.
A sweet giggle from the door made both men turn, still tangled up in
each others' arms.
Mulder's eyes widened.
No. It couldn't be...!
"Gotcha!" Alexei giggled again. He dangled the stolen jacket in front of
Baines.
"You little shit!" There was no power to Baines' threat. "That'd better
be put back with my things!" He turned to face Mulder, who still looked
stunned.
"Baines..."
"Shhh. Don't spoil it!" He leaned forward and kissed Mulder gently. And
somehow the older man's arms went up around him and the kiss turned into
something more, something white hot and searing, that took away thought
and sense, and wasn't what either man had intended.
"WHAT THE HELL!"
Alex Krycek stood in the doorway, staring at the two men who were
involved in a passionate embrace. Mulder's head jerked up, and he stared
into the hurt and angry eyes of the man he loved. A look of incredible
guilt crossed Alexei's face. Mulder got that sinking feeling, as if his
life had just been flushed down the toilet.
OH FUCK!
Double Trouble
by Megaera
Baines had been given yet another shitty assignment. Join the dirty
tricks detail of some secret government troubleshooter, and generally
follow orders. Do every filthy job he was given and clean up all the
man's messes. In general, help keep the stupid fuck out of the
spotlight. By all accounts, his new boss was a mean son of a bitch, into
a thousand different espionage and surveillance affairs. He was supposed
to have the dirt on most of the important people in Washington, and was
a dangerous man to cross.
