Part I The air rippled with the sound of thunder as the chant went on, weaving
through the cavern. Then the flash of lightning heralded a coming storm.
Oddly, the thunder seemed to be throbbing in time to the voices, then,
even as the storm broke, one final crash of thunder far louder than all
the others. A terrible howling then and the way was clear. He came
through where a way had been forced, the first of many, as was fitting
for the most powerful of his kind. The prey fled in terror for they had
not really expected such as he. Then he called the storm to him and
howled his joy to the open sky in joy at his freedom. Now would come a
reckoning.
The first thing that Mulder had seen that morning when he walked
through his office door was a memo from Skinner, giving him less than an
hour to grab his sports bag from the office closet that contained a
change of clothes. Then a six hour drive up into the mountains to find a
small town tucked away in a deep valley up North. His only piece of
information was a request to contact the local sheriff, Kevin Lane when
he got to the old mining town of Lost Hope.
Driving into the town at last, he could see why the place had been given
such a dismal name. Most of the shops appeared shut or deserted, with
peeling paint and more than one layer of clinging dirt. The sheriff's
office was at the end of the long, straight main street. Surprisingly it
appeared clean and well tended, although surely there wasn't enough
crime in this one horse town for it to merit more than one or two
deputies.
Walking in through the swing doors, Mulder again felt a start of
surprise. He had expected an old, worldly wise country figure, but Lane
was quite a young man, in his early twenties, with a shock of dark hair
and a thin angular face. His intense green eyes were the most
outstanding feature in his innocent looking face, and something about
his expression suggested a rebellious attitude to life.
With a sigh, Mulder pulled out his badge and offered it to the young
deputy on the front desk. The youngster's eyes widened and he yelled
"Sheriff Lane!" at the top of his voice. Who knows, Mulder reflected,
this was probably the most excitement this town had seen since the Civil
War.
Lane turned towards him and smiled, and something in his face made
Mulder reassess his first impression of the man. Just for a moment there
was something cat-like and secretive in his face. Still, if he could
just get his work done and get out of there, Mulder would take great
pleasure in never having to think about Lost Hope again.
With a gesture, Lane invited Mulder into his office.
"Sit down, agent Mulder, we've been waiting for you for most of the
morning."
Mulder felt an instant dislike to this smart Alec... .who did he think
he was... this journey had better be worthwhile.... not like that time
in Oregon when he'd travelled three days through the winter blizzards to
view a yeti corpse that turned out to be a gorilla escaped from a
circus and left rotting for months.
Lane, ignoring any preliminary chat, flung down a photo on the desk in
front of him.
"What do you think of that Mulder?"
The photo showed a group of middle aged naked men and women apparently
dancing around a campfire.
Mulder felt his headache abruptly intensify. He had been brought halfway
across the country on another witch-hunt, a literal one this time.
Somehow keeping a rein on his temper, he picked up the shot and studied
it more closely. None of the people were clearly identifiable.
"I think the people in this town need a lot more exercise," he
muttered.
Unexpectedly, Lane grinned, then he put down the second picture.
Abruptly, Mulder's hair stood on end, and his throat was suddenly far
drier than half a night of Scotch could account for.
The second snap showed the same group of people, but this time it was
apparent that they were in some huge underground cavern. What gave the
scene its extra illumination was the somehow luminous figure that had
materialised above the fire. It was a figure from his darkest
nightmares, a huge powerfully muscled man-like torso, but with an
utterly inhuman face and midnight eyes that seemed to suck the light
from the little office. The creature's skin was lightly scaled and it
had a pointed tail. What completed the demonic impression was the huge
talons that curled from its fingertips.
He knew in some inner recess of his mind that the picture wasn't a hoax.
There was something in his own body's response that was the prey
animals' response to the predator. A deep instinctive terror inside him
that made him want to get up out of the chair, run to his car and get
the hell out of town.
The sheriff's grin had become quite smug as he watched Mulder's
reaction. No, not quite as naive a man as his youth implied.
"Impressive, Huh!", he smirked.
"What happened to the photographer? Can I ask him some questions about
this?," Mulder asked quietly.
Disappointed, the sheriff shook his head.
"The headless torso of a man was found on Highway 171 last night. There
was only this camera on him. When we developed these, we called the
local FBI boys and they referred us to you."
The sheriff shrugged. "The response was quite quick when we faxed them
these snaps."
Mulder groaned. No wonder everyone had been so eager for him to get on
the case.
Lane stood up.
"C'mon, I can take you to the crime scene before the light fades, but it
isn't pretty. And we still haven't found the head..."
For the next two days Mulder, with a growing sense of discomfort,
interviewed reluctant witnesses, joined searches in the woodland and, in
effect, found nothing. At least five other people had vanished from the
town, leaving homes and possessions untouched. The people of the town
were as ugly a bunch of losers, trash and no-hopers as he had ever met,
but even with no leads he could still feel their uneasiness. A storm was
coming and most people knew it, and had fled. Mulder decided to go down
to the bar that night to get a beer and listen to what the locals were
saying. He knew how things had been in town, but when he walked into
the bar the last thing he expected was to find himself in the middle of
a bar fight. His only warning was a blur approaching him from one side
then the pool cue crashed into the side of his head, and he went down.
Dimly he was aware that at least five other men were fighting, and
somehow, through the dizziness, he managed to curl his body up
protectively. Then a boot connected with his side and darkness swallowed
him.
The dark became shot through with lightning and from a great distance
he seemed to hear a deep chanting, that echoed to the beating of his
heart. Talons seemed to lift him up and his body was shredded into a
million fragments that whirled through the night. Then he was aware of
gut clenching , nauseating fear and a sense of contamination, as if the
demon foulness was somehow inside him.
Abruptly he awoke, then wished that his body hadn't moved. A wave of
pain made him scream out, as head and ribs protested. Gentle fingers
placed something cool and soothing on his aching head and rubbed his
side.
He lay still and unmoving, letting that gentle touch work wonders on his
aching body, and only then did he open his eyes. He was in his bedroom
at the motel, and Lane was sitting on the side of the bed, with a cloth
soaked in water. The young sheriff gently reached out, stroking the ugly
bruise on his cheek, his fingers moved the cloth in small circles,
featherlight and almost tender. Lane seemed to be taking his time over
the small task, then he grinned and slid his fingers down Mulder's
bruised cheek and towards his throat. Involuntarily Mulder blushed. He
wasn't used to such almost intimate touches from another man.
"Let me see your side," he said and gently began to open Mulder's shirt.
Then the feel of hands against Mulder's skin, sending a rush of heat
through him. Such an erotic gesture for one man to undress another.
He pulled away, then realised how stupid the violent movement was, as a
jolt of pain stabbed through his ribs. The young sheriff looked slightly
hurt, then shrugged.
"I came by to tell you I have a lead, but then I had to pull you out of
trouble." He frowned. "Anyway, I have to see someone tonight. You look
too beat up to come along, but I'll give you a full report tomorrow."
Then Lane gave a slightly lopsided smile ."Are you sure you can manage
to undress yourself?" he said slyly, then seeing Mulder's surprise,
smirked and left.
Mulder soon realised that maybe some things do need help when you're so
dizzy you can't see straight. Giving up, he fumbled some painkillers
into his hand and, half dressed, fell into an uneasy and dream haunted
sleep. His last thought was that this town really gave him monster
headaches.
The demon howled its rage at the sky. The intruders angered it, others
of its kind who lurked terrified in the shadows, wary of its power.
The human hovered at the edge of its perception, restless in sleep. Such
dark pleasures could be promised in dreams, but the demon felt that
this human had a core of light in his soul that must be overcome in a
different and altogether more subtle way. A plan came to him, and seeing
no faults, he gathered his forces and reached out.
The hammering on the door woke Mulder out of his haunted sleep, and he
painfully made his way to the door. The young deputy stood there,
looking slightly more grubby than the last time Mulder had seen him. He
unhappily tried to peer past Mulder, and when that was unsuccessful, he
blurted out uncomfortably
"Is the Sheriff here? The last time we saw him he was coming here."
Mulder realised in sudden embarrassment that the deputy thought Lane had
spent the night. Apparently, some things in the country weren't as
traditional as they used to be.
"If he's not here then he's gone missing", the young deputy burst out.
The state police the sheriff's office and the highway patrol all began a
search, but without success, so it was a complete surprise to Mulder to
receive a cryptic note when he got back to his room that night.
Come to the junction of highway 171 and route 223 at midnight I'll
explain everything. L.
The one thing Mulder knew was how stupid it would be to walk into some
possible trap, but the young, sensuous, infuriating sheriff wasn't a
fool either. It was hard to imagine him being caught out.
Mulder compromised. He would go to the meeting place, but earlier than
expected, and he would have back-up waiting. That is, if the deputy
could find the business end of his gun.
The night was cold and very dark when Mulder arrived at his rendezvous.
The deputy and two state troopers were waiting half a mile down the road
and would at least hear if he had to open fire. The chosen meeting place
was in a forest clearing, near an old logging track, and a wind was
already making the trees whip around wildly, casting eerie shadows as
they came into view of his headlights.
He switched off the lights as he stepped out of the car and moved
towards the concealment offered by the trees. Then he became aware that
what he had taken to be the low moaning of the wind in the distance, was
in fact a deep chanting, a hum so soft yet it seemed to resonate in his
bones. There was something almost subterranean about it, and moving
quietly he began to move towards the source of the sound. Perhaps the
Sheriff had tracked down the place where the photos were taken then run
into trouble.
As he came close to the spot where the coven met, he could see
flickering light through the trees. A great bonfire had been built at
the entrance to a huge cavern in the side of the hill. Creeping silently
through the concealment of the trees, he could see many of the
worshippers dancing frenziedly near the cavern mouth. But none of them
went inside, and he felt a prickle of fear down his spine at the thought
of that picture, although the rational part of his mind found the
thought of a real demon difficult to accept.
As he approached, he saw a hooded figure detach itself from the crowd
and move past the fire, unnoticed. It had to be Lane, surely. The frenzy
of dancing among the crowd was beginning to turn into something darker
and more lustful, and he shivered, as he could see many of them fall
towards each other in a maelstrom of kissing, biting, licking, fucking,
irrespective of sex or age. He recognised the maid from his hotel madly
bouncing up and down on top of a biker, a shopkeeper begging two old
women to use their mouths. Mulder shuddered in revulsion, unaware that
his own body was beginning to sway in time to that terrible chant.
Decisively, he ran towards the tunnel in the hillside.
The sudden quiet darkness was a sinister contrast to the noise and
hubbub outside. He had to feel his way cautiously inside the tunnel and
his footsteps seemed oddly magnified in the darkness. The tunnel walls
were moist, and there was a musky smell vaguely reminiscent of the
ocean. Somehow it conjured up in his mind the memory of those writhing
bodies outside. There was some sort of light ahead, but it couldn't be
another fire as the light seemed to be tinged with green, reinforcing
the impression that he was a thousand fathoms under the sea. Finally he
came to the opening of the tunnel, and drawing his gun, he cautiously
peered in. There was no sign of any hooded figure, or for that matter,
any vicious demon waiting to ambush him. It was evident, however, that
this was the place in the picture, there were the ashes of the fire to
prove it.
He moved forward into the cave and was totally unprepared for the
sudden weight dropping down on him from above, slamming him into the
ground and knocking his gun away into the shadows at the edge of the
cave. His attacker also slammed a fist into his injured side and for
long moments all he could do was gasp and try to hold onto his
consciousness. When the pain receded, he found himself unarmed and
helpless, his opponents' foot pressing down on the back of his neck.
"How nice of you to join the party Agent Mulder. Did you like our little
note? The master will be so pleased that you decided to join us."
He heard the words of the acolyte in disbelief. No wonder Lane hadn't gone
through official channels, if his deputy was one of the ringleaders.
"Where's Lane, did you kill him?" Mulder managed to gasp the words as he
was hauled upright by two hooded men.
"The sheriff isn't available at the moment, he's entertaining the
master," was the sniggering reply.
Something about the way he said those last two words sent a chill
through Fox, then something sweet smelling on a cloth was pressed
against his mouth and nose. He tried not to breathe, but his head began
to swim with dizziness, then came the inevitable darkness.
Waking felt so strange. His brain felt oddly fuzzy and he could feel a
draught of cool air against his skin. As memory returned, he wondered
distantly why he was still alive, and then he realised that he was
naked, lying half covered on a pile of silken sheets that seemed to be
tangled round his legs.
"So," that voice soft and sinuous, nearby. "The fox leaves his lair to
hunt and becomes the hunted."
Mulder tried to turn and look at the speaker, but a wave of dizziness
swept over him and he fell back onto the sheets. His body wouldn't seem
to work properly and he gasped in frustration.
"The effects will last for some hours," a sensuous whisper, and Mulder
moaned feverishly as the dark voice seemed to weave its way into the
corners of his mind. Somehow he clung to the thought of Lane and the
other missing people who must be the Master's hostages
"Who are you? What do you want?". He could at least try and question his
captor.
Laughter, that seemed to wind its way into his bones, both sensuous and
cruel. Fingers trailing across his forehead, a touch soft as a feather,
that felt incredibly intimate. Like when the sheriff had tried to seduce
him, but incredibly magnified. No! It wasn't possible to get aroused
from a simple touch like that. In spite of his certainty, he felt his
body reacting.He sensed the others' amusement, but the caress continued,
gentlybrushing his tangled hair away from his eyes.
"You wished to know this towns secrets Fox Mulder. I am the keeper of
those secrets." A pause. "What is it you wished to know?"
Mulder forced his mind away from his body's strange reaction.
"I want to know where Lane is."
"The sheriff will continue to be in my power, Fox, unless you give me
something you prize dearly."
Mulder shivered, there were hints in that voice of vast darkness, that
seemed to weave its way into his brain so that it was hard to breathe.
His skin seemed to have caught fire, and the words were like satin
brushing against his body.
"What do you want from me?" It was increasingly hard to hold onto
reality. There was a wrongness about his captor, the way his body acted,
the way his instinct was screaming at him to run. Yet at the same time,
he wanted to fall on his knees before the owner of that voice. To open
himself to those darkest desires, to feel that body against his.
"Give me yourself for one night Fox, and I will free my captives and
leave here."
It was out in the open now, a type of unholy bargain; he knew that if
he were to reject it, that barely suppressed violence he sensed would
erupt into the open. Again his body's response caught him by surprise.
The wave of desire, of burning need. So overpowering.
"If you give me your word." Mulder found himself whispering the words.
"Done!" A hiss of amusement. Then the speaker moved round the bed,
and finally came into his sight. And laughed as the human screamed,
tried to flee, then whimpered in terror as he realised how well he'd
been manipulated.
The human shrank back against the satin sheets, his eyes wide with
terror. Such a delicious sight. Reaching out to touch cool skin, feeling
the human's pulse quicken. Enjoying the anticipation of sweet flesh
beneath him.
Mulder's mind quailed as he looked into the face of a demon inches from
his own. That terrible face, powerful arms, and other things that the
photo hadn't shown. The fine greenish scales across demon skin, and the
more than human penis. Perhaps in that moment his sanity fled.
How else to explain why he lay unresisting as a long adamantine talon
reached out and began to circle his nipple. Or how he closed his eyes
and lay still as the demons' mouth found his neck and gently bit.
Somewhere inside he was screaming, so why , when the talons slid across
his skin, circled his belly then slid along his cock, did he moan with
desire? Why did his body arch in response to that gentle touch.
From the moment he was touched by those massive hands, his body had
burned. His cock had risen in reluctant salute. He couldn't stop it,
then as the caresses continued, it didn't seem important anymore. A hand
caught hold of his cock then, sliding and squeezing, in its own way
expert. The air seemed superheated. That touch bringing him to the brink
of orgasm then holding off his loss of control. Somehow he was on his
stomach, those taloned hands sliding across his back. Oddly, the cruel
claws retracting like a cat, not damaging his skin. Gently spreading his
legs, then he couldn't stop his cry of pain as he was probed intimately.
Then amused laughter. "It was never the intention to hurt you Fox." A surprisingly tender
whisper from lips inches from his ear.
So long since this one had been held in the arms of a lover. So easy to
make his touch gentle, to take advantage of hidden vulnerabilities, to
give the human what his body most craved. Binding him closer with every
caress. Awakening hidden desires, fulfilling most secret lusts
The feel of something slick against him. Scented oils to make his ordeal
easier. But again, that touch so erotic that he couldn't stifle the moan
that came from deep within him.
"This was your choice." Another whisper.
A hardness against his back, another more intimate, more searching
intrusion, then what he had feared so much. He felt himself being forced
wide open, entered by a vastness that made him scream in despair. Surely
it wasn't possible for his body to accept such a large cock. Yet a
strange heat seemed to be building up inside him. His body beginning to
move instinctively in time with the demon's thrusts. Perhaps prey
instinctively reacting to its predator. How long it continued he would
never remember, only that finally the heat and desire began to overcome
the pain, need triumphing over terror. He found himself on hands and
knees, thrusting back hard, desperately trying to take in more of his
strange lover's shaft, trying to quench the white hot need that burned
within him.
Fingers sliding across his body, down his arms, then entwined with his.
He came, finally, his own body betraying him and humanity, sending a hot
spurt of semen across the satin sheets. Losing his soul, but perhaps
gaining something equally precious in return. The demon bellowing out as
he too orgasmed, and sent his hot seed into the human, binding their
spirits together. Withdrawing, and feeling the human's body buck
underneath him again deliciously as he felt the incredibly erotic
friction of demon scales slide out of him.
He had not anticipated such a wildly enthusiastic response from the
beautiful human. So deliciously wanton. So heedless of the
consequences. The loneliness inside him that was so easy to exploit.
Such luscious potential for further instruction. It was almost a shame
to shatter his illusions.
Mulder lay utterly spent on the satin sheets. As he heard the demon
leave, he lifted his head weakly and stared at him. The demon turned and
smiled, though the expression looked odd on that inhuman face.
"I keep my word," he said softly, "Lane is the only captive here." Then
as Mulder watched uncomprehendingly, his features began to slide fluidly
and change shape, almost like an alien shapeshifter he had once seen.
But this change was far more profound, for strongly muscled torso and
arms were fading from green to something almost human in tone. The body
was shrinking to something leaner, sleek and graceful. Tousled black
hair springing in a shaggy mass from its head, and the face becoming
human, though with a strange, supernatural beauty. Well didn't they call
demons fallen angels?
The awesome transformation wasn't what made the agent cry out in shock
though. It was the fact that he recognised the demon in his new body.
Lane stared back at him with those beautiful cat pupiled eyes and high
cheekbones. And smiled his arrogant challenging, sensuous smile, this
time showing satisfaction too.
"My name is Kulain, Mulder," and Mulder knew he would hear the
sensuality of that voice for the rest of his life. And Kulain blew a
kiss as he left the town behind him, and went off into freedom.
Chapter 2—Redemption
Kulain smiled. The human, Mulder's consent had released in him
unimaginable power, anchored him in this reality. But such a frail link
must be protected, guarded and guided in his choices. It was easy to
nudge the minds of humans to do his bidding. Even easier to send a jolt
of power through their computers, to make just a few small alterations.
And so he made his plans.
The report that Mulder had to write was one of the most difficult he had
ever had to make. He could hardly say that he had been fucked to
exhaustion by a demon. Nor that it had been one of the most terrifying,
fulfilling experiences of his life. Or that he could still feel those
caresses across his skin, even now. He forced the memory away. Finally
he had lied, told some tale of how he had uncovered a conspiracy between
the sheriff and his deputies to cover up their cult activities. The
faked photo had been to scare their less than enthusiastic followers and
most of the witnesses had fled the town in fear. That bit was true
anyway.
The interview with Skinner had been difficult. Skinner had placed the
report on his desk after reading it, had steepled his hands together and
stared at Mulder for a long time. Mulder shifted nervously under that
intent gaze.
"There isn't anything you want to add to this report, Agent Mulder?"
"No, Sir."
Skinner sighed. "I don't believe a word of it Mulder. There
are three reasons. Firstly, the state police found absolutely no
evidence of cult activities at your forest site. Secondly, the lab boys
couldn't see how that photo was faked. And most importantly of all,
there are no records in any computer database of a sheriff called Lane
in that town. The actual sheriff is a man called Joe Haldane, who's been
in the town for over twenty years, although he was at a conference
during the time of your visit. Personally, I think you've been working
too hard."
Mulder's mouth fell open in shock, and an expression of disbelief
crossed his face at Skinner's next words.
"I'm suspending you from active duty as of now. You'll confine yourself
to office duties for the next three months. Spender can look after the X
files since Scully is on release to Quantico." He smiled grimly. "If you
can't play it straight with me Mulder, you can expect to be training new
agents in paperwork and transcribing wiretaps for a while."
Mulder found himself back in his office with no clear memory of the trip
downstairs. Spender would be pleased, no doubt, the smug bastard.
The next few weeks were spent in long dreary office work, but it was the
nights that began to haunt him. Whenever his mind drifted towards sleep
it was as if he was in that grubby little town again, hearing the low
chanting that echoed through his dreams. And the memory of dark laughter
inside his mind, flesh sliding against inhuman flesh. The feel of talons
slipping down his back. Night after night, longing to be taken in long
hard thrusts, brought to screaming, shuddering peaks. Over it all was
the desperate loneliness that filled his every waking moment when he
wasn't working. Perhaps if he had a lover to turn to, he would have
forgotten, but no lover had ever caused such an intense response from
his body. He was filled with a loss, an echoing emptiness. Sometimes he
found himself weeping, and more than once he just wanted to jump into
his car and keep on driving, anywhere...
His plans were nearing completion. It was increasingly easy to pass for
human, his occasional slips were hidden by the fog he created in human
minds. And of course their minds were reluctant to accept the
supernatural as a reality. So easy to appear young, fairly naive and
moderately intelligent. To use the good looks of his present body to
ensure a willing supply of enthusiastic bed partners. In short to appear
a young and attractive FBI trainee who showed much potential, despite
his late transfer onto the course.
With a sigh of resignation, Mulder dashed into the FBI building, late on
Monday morning. Another sleepless night. His work was beginning to
suffer and even Scully had heard, telephoning from Quantico to ask if he
needed help. Maybe a referral to see a specialist...? He hurried to the
third floor, his long legs taking the stairs two at a time and slowed
only when he reached the briefing room—late. The agent giving the
briefing scowled briefly then continued his orientation talk—how new
agents were assigned an older, more experienced agent to show them the
ropes. He was about to spend the next month of his life shackled to some
green kid. Mulder let his mind drift as he waited for his assignee. Then
hisname was called and his new young partner turned to look at him.
Time froze.
Utterly green eyes, high exotic cheekbones and wide sensuous mouth
curved in a sardonic smile. A face so familiar from a thousand haunted
dreams.
Kulain.
Or as he was officially, Agent Lane.
Was this a dream. Did he need professional help that much. Or was he
really staring into the eyes of his inhuman lover, subject of a
thousand erotic fantasies in his mind. The smile deepened. A long
fingered hand reaching out to grasp his in a handshake. The shock of
contact between their palms, like a jolt of electricity up his arm.
Somehow, in a daze, leading the way down to his basement office and
shutting the door.
Then need overwhelmed him and he stumbled forward, his hands clutching
at Kulain's smart shirt, clinging to him like an anchor in reality. From
the moment he had seen Kulain it was as if the other half of his soul
had returned. As perhaps it had. Never mind whether this being was man
or demon, beloved or despised. All he wanted was to feel that body close
to him again. Then those strong arms went up around him again and for
the first time in what felt like centuries he was held close to another,
a lover. Some part of him wanted to stay in the protective arch of those
arms forever. He knew his response was crazy, he shouldn't be reacting
so strongly or with such dependence. He could only dream about how
dangerous the demon really was. But his instincts told him that this was
the one place in the world that would always be safe, protected. So he
surrendered to the embrace, trying to fill the loneliness in his heart.
How long he was held would forever be a mystery, but at some point he
lifted his head and found himself staring into that ....beloved....
face, those emerald eyes. Then those dark lips covered his in a searing
kiss that made him forget everything else. Lips parted, tongue probing
his mouth. His hands were pulling Kulain's head down, desperately trying
to drink in the taste of his lover, like the sea. A hot flood of desire.
Burning kisses working their way down his body, licking and biting at
his neck.
Oh yes, the time spent amusing himself with human lovers had taught him
the rewards of patience. To bring a response from a hesitant body using
a thousand tricks with fingers and mouth. But the heat between himself
and this human was like no other human he had ever touched. An
unexpected result of the ceremony he had performed when he first took
Mulder, to mingle his essence with the human's soul. Eager to experience
more of the inferno of desire he had unleashed, he caught hold of the
human's shirt and ripped it from top to bottom, throwing away the
discarded rag so he could drink in the sight of Mulder's body.
Mulder found himself half naked, incredibly aroused. Being kissed and
licked across his chest, then feeling his lover's attention move to his
shoulders and the nape of his neck. Fingers scraping exquisitely down
his spine, circling his waist to loosen his clothing. Quickly fumbling
to comply. Then in the heat of passion, pushed forward across his desk.
He whimpered as urgent fingers probed his body, opening him wide,
slippery with cool lubricant. Had he been so prepared for this
then.....?
Kulain's need must have been as great as his own because only a few
moments later he felt the other begin to enter him. Mulder gasped in
pain at the first thrust, moaned at the unaccustomed feeling of a lover
deep inside him. Then that magnificent cock was thrusting hard inside
him. He cried out at the intensity of feeling being generated inside
him. His own erection was rubbing against the desk beneath him in sweet
torture.
Kulain's movements were increasing in urgency, and Mulder found his
hands clawing the edge of the desk. His body had been crying out for sex
for so long that when he finally came, he heard himself screaming wildly
again and again. Kulain, with a shuddering gasp, reaching his own climax
moments later. Their bodies fell together against the desk, and for long
moments, they lay in stillness, both sated, holding each other.
Was this what the humans called love..? To be so content in anothers
arms...? To enjoy the feel of a strong body against his so much. This
thing called humanity , which he had held in contempt, seemed to have
unexpected and fascinating avenues which called for exploration. Still,
it was good that he could find release in sex so readily. It released
those aggressive urges that plagued him from time to time. It was a good
substitute for the taste of blood, for the feel of hot flesh tearing
beneath his talons and the delights of the hunt.
Mulder stirred beneath Kulain and pushed at him.
"Please, we've got to get straightened up...if anyone comes in...."
He did his best to clean himself up, then fumbled with his pants. His
shirt was ruined though, but a rather grubby spare at the back of one of
his cupboards would have to do. Kulain was already seated, looking
immaculate, even as Mulder fumbled with his buttons. Kulain's smile
was, as ever, half amused, and Mulder wondered whether it was just him
or maybe the whole of humanity that gave him entertainment.
"Quite a way to greet a new agent," he said softly. Then, as Mulder
grinned shyly, he said "We have to talk Fox......"
Mulder found himself mute. What did you say to a demon by way of small
talk? Or a partner you barely knew except to fuck. Come to think of it
he didn't have much experience in what lovers talked about.....it had
been so long.
Kulain laughed. "Perhaps you'd better give me some idea of what I have
to do in the office."
Mulder gasped. "You mean you really do intend to work here?!!"
Amusement. "For someone experienced in deceit and bloodshed, it would
seem to be a job with a lot of possibilities." His smile became wolf—like. "Your reputation at the academy suggests you find your share of
trouble."
Mulder flushed, then answered angrily, "Just because I'm not on the X
files anymore doesn't mean I'm out in the cold forever. Half of this is
your fault anyway. Why did you have to pick on me?"
Those eyes narrowed. "Mulder, you don't want to annoy me. It would be
better if we talked tonight. You can take me to your apartment.
Now....hadn't you better show me around the surveillance department."
Mulder couldn't help it, as if in denial of his earlier passion, his
mind seemed to crave the clean hard taste of rage. Trying to shut out
the intensity of his feelings, his deepest desires....... to feel every
day the embrace of those long arms......No, it wasn't possible.....
He felt his eyes prickle with tears. By a tremendous effort of will, he
forced his mind onto work, guiding his lover around the department,
assigning him tasks, ignoring the questioning look in those green eyes.
He didn't see Skinner watching him from the supervisor's office. Months
of odd behaviour had been seen and reported by his colleagues.
"It's evident that he's let his standards drop. He looks shoddy and
unkempt. Three mornings this week he's been late, and there have been
complaints about his written reports." The supervisor was scathing in
his condemnation.
Skinner sighed. "Tell him to come to my office tomorrow morning at 9
a.m. I'll give him a formal warning."
Taming the human was proving more challenging than he had anticipated.
He was so responsive when it came to sex, but trying to work out the
intricacies of human emotions were quite taxing. Though he was able to
learn phenomenally fast, he didn't understand the source of Mulder's
anger. They seemed to spark off each other, and he found it difficult to
control his violent urges. It never even occurred to him why he was
trying.........
Mulder scowled as he sat on his couch. Kulain sat in the chair opposite,
apparently relaxed, his long legs stretched out in front of him.
"I've got an appointment tomorrow with A. D. Skinner, someone's reported
me for "unsuitable behaviour inappropriate to an agent of the FBI". Do
you know what that means?"
An inscrutable look.
......tear.....rend......shake the prey into submission....
"Why are you doing this to me? Why couldn't you leave me alone? Did you
have to get me into trouble too?"
Mulder's control was becoming precarious. He didn't know why he felt such rage. Then he was crossing the room in two steps, lunging at Kulain, aiming the blow at the source
of his pain, as hard as he could. To hurt him as much as the pain inside
him was hurting......
The need......the terror of being alone......
And his hand was seized in a movement so fast he didn't even see Kulain
move. Cool green talons closed around his wrist, half extended from
their retractable housings.
"Are you so eager to die then?"
Mulder tried to pull his wrist away but in a single fluid motion, his
arm was jerked forward. Then, overbalanced he was falling against
Kulain. Then held, desperately struggling against Kulain's lap until he
finally gave up and lay still. To find his face inches from Kulain's
crotch made him catch his breath. It brought the conflict within him
boiling to the surface.
Unexpected desire made him catch his breath. Before he could stop
himself, he was nuzzling at the fabric covering Kulain's cock. Letting
the dark wave of lust take him away from the pain. His arms were
suddenly free, and it was so easy to pull at the zipper in front of him
as his lover's body stirred in response. He ran his tongue down that
beautiful cock from tip to base. Then taking the tip into his mouth,
running the tip of his tongue across the head. He began to suck, half
hesitantly on it. Kulain groaned in response, and pulled Mulder's head
closer. Taking that swollen organ into his mouth as fully as he could,
gagging slightly at the size of it..... Held tightly, Mulder began to
move his body instinctively in a rhythm...
Almost immediately, Kulain climaxed. Mulder found it difficult to
swallow all the semen and some of it began to dribble down him chin.
Then a finger tilting his chin up, and dark lips meeting his in a kiss
that went on and on. Licking his face clean. A smile
He leaned his head against Kulain's stomach afterwards, his body
beginning to shake in reaction. Why had he done that? He had never
sucked cock before in his life, so the impulse had left him bewildered.
Yet at the time there wasn't anything in the world he'd rather be doing.
His behaviour was definitely becoming more bizarre with wild mood
swings. But for the moment he lay still, his arms tightly holding
Kulain's waist, as long fingers stroked his hair. A wave of despair
surged through him.
"Help me", he whispered, "Please..I think I'm going mad..."
"No," Kulain's voice was soft, "you're not mad. But our relationship is
hardly what you'd call conventional."
"What?" A frightened voice.
"You need me, Fox. Do you deny it?" Silence. Mulder was utterly still,
then he lifted up his head to stare into Kulain's eyes. Deep inside he
felt the smallest stirring of hope.
"Then let me stay here with you. You like what I do to you, and I need
to understand your species more clearly. So we can both get what we
want."
Finally, Mulder let the tears come, sobbing as if his heart would break,
all the pressures and tensions, all of the loneliness and despair that
he had kept hidden for so long.
And he was held. Without judgement or censure. Only with strength and an
unexpected tenderness. Perhaps Kulain had learnt more than he realised
about his puzzling and occasionally irritating human lover. Mulder was
held until the storm of anguish passed. Until, exhausted, he fell into
an uneasy sleep. At some time during the night, he was carried into the
bedroom and lain on the bed, though he didn't wake. He was held like
fine china when restless and whimpering, the nightmares came. And were
soothed away by stroking fingers. Kulain discovered how important it was
to him not to upset the fragile emotional balance that he had created.
A complex and fascinating new skill.
The sensation of a warm body held in his arms stirred strange feelings
in Kulain. Not Predator:Prey which he understood so well, but
something different. Not exploitative, but with its own advantages. The
closest he could come to describing it, his limited understanding of
humans was admiration:respect:protect from damage And he found that
he liked it
Mulder woke. For the first time in months his sleep hadn't been
disturbed by confused and torturous nightmares, and he had slept
peacefully through the night. He wasn't sure how he had ended up on the
bed, but waking up next to his lover, held in those strong arms had felt
so good. So very, very good. His hair softly stroked and a murmured
voice in his ear, "You're awake."
A kiss soft against his forehead. A smile with no mockery or hostility. Kulain rose, went out of the
bedroom, and came back a few minutes later carrying a cup of coffee.
Mulder unexpectedly found himself laughing at the incongruity of the
scene. He sipped at the coffee and surprisingly, found it one of the
best cups of coffee he had ever tasted. That wry grin, then Kulain
wiggled his fingers suggestively. " I zapped it," he said and a spark
seemed to flash across his fingertips.
Yes, a lover of exceptional talents, some of them unexpected. But even
if he was beginning to feel alive again, to feel good, Mulder still had
to face the interview with Skinner that morning.
In an oddly human gesture, Kulain hugged him as he left for Skinner's
office.
The A. D. kept Mulder waiting for ten minutes, then he was summoned
into the office.
"I have to give you a formal warning Mulder. Your work's gone downhill
for months. If you don't improve within two weeks I'll have no choice
but to request a board of enquiry. It may be better for you to resign."
Mulder stared in disbelief. He had been close to the edge for so long.
He could feel his new found strength begin to unravel. Feeling himself
start to shake. The sudden feeling of desolation and loneliness. Total
despair. Then the unexpected, welcome feel of arms around him, so
familiar, as Kulain came to his support. Drawing him into a protective
embrace, soothing him. Skinner rose to his feet in astonishment.
"Where the hell did you come from?"
Kulain's angry gaze fixed on the A.D. and some emotion he saw there made
Skinner freeze. In more danger than he had ever been in his adventurous
life.
"I've been here a while," Kulain said softly. "didn't you notice me?"
There was a coldness in his tone that chilled Skinner's blood. Then cat
pupilled green eyes flashed. Skinner swallowed. He didn't know exactly
who or what this man was, but the danger hadn't receded. Very slowly he
sat down and gestured at the chair opposite.
"Sit down." Skinner didn't lack courage.
And just as carefully, Kulain guided a shaking Mulder to a seat and
gently pushed him down into it, standing behind, his arms protectively
on his lover's shoulders. One long fingered hand carefully brushed away
the tear on Mulder's cheek.
"Mulder is mine. If you should even think about hurting him, you and the
rest of your family will die slowly." A sly smile. Shall I prove how
efficient I would be." And a taloned hand reached out, claws fully
extended to two inches, slicing into the expensive wood and leather of
Skinner's desktop. Sinking through the fine materials, inches deep.
Skinner swallowed.
"Who are you?" he asked nervously. He slid his hand slowly towards the
gun in his desk drawer.
One single talon raised warningly in that direction stopped him. Dark laughter. "You know me as Lane. You've just assigned Agent Mulder to look after me on your training program. But
we've met before."
Sudden realisation. Skinner remembered that stupid report Mulder had
tried to fake. "You were the sheriff that had something to do with the
demon cult Mulder investigated. Oh my god!"
"Not quite". Another disturbing smile. "You were right, there were
certain things Mulder didn't tell you about our last meeting." A gentle
smile at Fox, who was sitting dazed, staring at them.
"Mulder and I have an understanding. He has accepted my protection. But
I think you'll find that I can be very useful to you, in return for your
co-operation. I can solve his problems and yours."
"If you could pass all our security checks and stay hidden all these
months I don't doubt that you're a good operative. But what guarantee
would I have that you'd stay out of trouble?"
Skinner, to his own surprise, actually found himself considering the strange proposal.
Oddly, he didn't doubt 'Lanes concern for Mulder. And it was enough of a
basis to establish limited trust.
"Alright, if you can get Mulder into shape, I'll consider employing you
as a field agent. But not on the X files. They've been taken over by
Spender."
"Then let us investigate more occult cases". A. dark smile. "I have a
lot of experience in that area."
Skinner nodded decisively, it was agreed then. He looked at the still
shivering Mulder. "Take a holiday Mulder. You look as if you need it.
It'll give you time to work things out with your, er, associate. Then
you'll both be on probation." Another nervous glance at hands that had
slowly begun to appear human again.
Long fingers caught at Mulder's unresisting arm, and drew him,
compliant, from the office. Into a new phase of his life.
Mulder responded best to gentleness and seemed to gain strength from
prolonged passive contact. Such a strange idea. Of course he also
reacted well to vigorous sexual activity in different forms. All things
considered, life was proving quite interesting. His careful plans were
well on schedule.
Chapter 3—Revelation
Mulder stared at his reflection in the mirror. He was no longer sure who
the stranger was who stared back at him. They said that it made you
stronger to go through the fires of hell, meaning "to face a crisis in
your life." But the metaphor had a more literal meaning for him. He had
faced a crisis of sexual identity, and his partner wasn't even entirely
human. His reflection showed a thinner, more shadowed face. Then he
smiled in welcome, his young face lighting up. Something he was only
used to seeing in his face recently, joy. Kulain slid his arms round
Mulder and he snuggled back into that warm embrace.
"I've got a present for you, Fox." Then his lover produced a small
golden earring and held it up to Mulder's left ear. Mulder's eyes
widened,for there was a world of suggestion in wearing that particular
symbol. The twin in fact to the one Kulain had taken to wearing, once he
found out about that particular human custom. Then a single retractable
talon emerged from the tip of Kulain's fingertip, a quick, sharp sting
and the ring was fitted in place. And the single drop of blood was
licked from Kulain's finger.
A stranger stared back at Mulder now. The last link with his old life
was gone.
For the past two weeks Mulder had spent most of his time in
exhilarating, passionate love—making. And talking about himself, his
ideas, his hypotheses on everything from alien abduction to zombies.
He'd never let anyone hear most of it, not even Scully. But though he
sometimes sensed Kulain's amusement at his odder ideas, there was never
condemnation.
Once or twice he even dropped hints in his own sphere of knowledge that
sparked whole new ideas in Mulder's mind. Occasionally, Mulder sensed
the demon's puzzlement over some aspect of human behaviour, as if he was
being studied in return. He only hoped that they were ready to work
together for the F.B.I. He had no doubt as to Kulain's defensive
capabilities. A few small demonstrations of lightning speed and agility
had proved that, and his talons were a formidable weapon that could be
quickly deployed. Kulain's sensitivity to the supernatural was as yet
an untested resource, as he seemed reluctant to hint at his abilities.
"Damn you then, why does it have to be me? I've always preferred to
avoid Mulder." Alex Krycek glared at the Cigarette Smoking Man, who he
hated, and feared, immensely.
"We thought that Mulder was finished. Every indication was that he was
going over the edge. A few weeks longer and he would have been out of
the bureau, probably on his way to an asylum. Now we hear that he has a
new partner, and Skinner is trusting him enough to make him head of a
new investigative squad. We want him taken care of, one way or the other
before he regains his credibility. How long before he decides to meddle
in our affairs again?"
Alex sighed. He had always respected Mulder's rather naive honesty, and
if the truth were told, he had always nursed a secret attraction for
Mulder, since they had first met. Mulder had never picked up on his sly
hints though. It should be easy enough to sneak into his apartment
tonight and fake a burglary. If Mulder was hurt during a robbery, then
he would certainly be out of commission for long enough to satisfy the
Consortium.
Sure Alex, now you're looking for a way not to kill him. Stupid
asshole. He's going to die anyway if he meddles with those bastards
again. God, the thought of that...
There was a wrongness in the night, and he sensed that danger was
close. Rising silently from Mulder's side, he moved cautiously out of
the bedroom, his movements swift and lithe. Claws deployed, he lifted
his head nostrils flaring, and sniffed the night air. He felt the uplift
brought by the need to hunt. A dance with darkness which had only one
victor. A stirring of the air as the window was silently lifted open,
and a darkness flowed gracefully into the room. His pupils narrowed in
appreciation. Another hunter, though one far inferior to him. The
darkness crept closer to the bedroom door, close enough for
supernaturally keen sight to see the young man's features and recognise
them from many bureau bulletins.
Alex Krycek.
Inhuman eyes narrowed in appreciation. The bulletins had made no
mention of the human's taut, well muscled body, or the grace of his
sleek movements. Unexpectedly Kulain felt a flare of desire, chasing
away the sharp, cruel longings stirred by the hunt. Silently he moved in
the deepest shadows, following the young human into the bedroom, and
watched motionless as Alex approached his lover. There was little danger
to Fox, not when his guardian could so swiftly move against any threat
Muscles tensing, Alex moved quickly forward, gun in his one good hand.
Mulder lay curled up asleep on the bed, his naked body half covered by
the sheets. Alex tensed, then flung himself on top of Mulder, using his
knees to pin down Mulder's arms and shoulders. Before Mulder could react
with more than a gasp, the gun was pressed coldly against his forehead.
"You're in deep shit Mulder," he said softly.
Dazed, his former partner could only stare at him in bewilderment. "What
do you want, Krycek? I don't understand why you're here."
Alex chuckled, and Mulder felt a coldness trail down his cheek as Alex
let the gun caress his skin. "Maybe I came just to jump your bones
Mulder, you ever think of that?"
Mulder's eyes widened. Then Alex noticed the gleam of gold at Mulder's
ear. It was his turn to be surprised. He let the gun move up towards the
earring, rubbed its muzzle softly under Mulder's ear. Mulder moaned, not
in fear but as though he was enjoying the caress. Alex felt secret
astonishment. When had Mulder ever shown the slightest interest in those
special, deliciously dangerous games that Alex loved so much. It was
like a wet dream come true. He wondered how far he could take the game.
And also felt a small pang of jealousy. Wherever Mulder had learned his
new flexibility, some new lover must have been his teacher. He wished
that he could have been the first one to make Mulder moan in that
disturbing new way.
Alex felt himself stirring in response to the little kitten like sounds
of pleasure Mulder was making, as he began to rub his body against the
stronger man. Moving back, slowly and carefully so Mulder could get more
leverage against the bed. Straddling the agent's hips and sliding his
hand across the smooth naked chest. Irresistibly, leaning forward to
kiss Mulder, capturing that juicy lower lip between his and suckling it.
Mulder's arms coming up, not to push him away, but to pull his head down
and drink in the taste of those lips. God his erection was so tight in
the leather pants now. Fumbling awkwardly with one hand to try and undo
his belt. Fox moving his hands slowly down and completing the task. A
clumsy rush to pull off his clothing, then he was naked, on top of
Mulder, feeling the fire of sweet kisses across his neck and chest.
Mulder was more than ready for sex now , his rock hard erection pressing
against Alex's lower abdomen. Alex began to rub his body against that
beautiful cock, then shifted position to slowly tongue it. The moans
Mulder was making were so arousing.
The watcher relaxed as he saw the young human place his gun in a
pocket, then his interest sharpened. Alex Krycek was plainly aroused by
his contact with Mulder's body. Soon it became evident that Alex had
thrown caution to the winds and was far too involved with Mulder to
notice the watcher, so still was he. The human stripped quickly, in
between frantic kisses, and Kulain sighed softly in appreciation. The
body he saw was superbly fit, only marred by a savage trauma, where a
vicious assault had severed the upper arm. Then the human became
impatient, flipping Mulder onto his stomach, ready for sex
Alex found himself so excited he could barely stop himself plundering
that beautiful ass. He slid a finger inside Mulder's tightness, gently
working it back and forth to loosen him up. Mulder moaned and thrust
back against the exploring fingers. He was so ready. Alex rubbed the
precum across the head of his penis, then began to press his cock
against the tight entrance. A short thrust, and Mulder groaned in
evident ecstasy. Whoever his lover had been, he must have regularly
plundered this particular treasure, because Mulder couldn't get enough
of him. He thrust his hips back unexpectedly, and Alex found himself
impaling the agent fully. That hot tightness was almost too much for
him.
"Fuck me, damn you. I want it so bad." Mulder's voice was hoarse with
desire.
You lucky Alex. Anything to oblige
He'd remember this night for a long time. Mulder's movements became more
frantic beneath him as his movements increased in speed.
"Harder!", Mulder screamed, so Alex pushed Mulder's shoulders down,
riding him as strongly as he could.
Who taught you to like it rough, Mulder?
Then Mulder convulsed beneath him, muscles contracting fiercely, pumping
Alex deliciously, bringing him to the edge of his orgasm and beyond.
Afterwards Alex found it irresistible to lie with his one good arm
around Mulder, who made a small satisfied sound, then curled up against
him. Almost immediately, his change in breathing told Alex that Mulder
was asleep. This was crazy. He was supposed to be threatening and/or
killing Mulder, not fucking him. How exactly had Mulder got inside his
defences anyway? He couldn't even remember where he had dropped his gun,
in his hurry to undress. Alex drowsed, his body utterly relaxed. Perhaps
later he would be able to persuade Mulder to spread his legs again.
Even his well honed instinct for survival couldn't have warned him of
the supernatural predator who moved towards him. But at the moment his
body was sunk into such a sweet languor that he was an even easier
target for Kulain.
The first and only warning Alex had was when his one good arm was seized
in an iron grip, and jerked savagely up against the bed head. A click
and his hand was handcuffed there securely. Before he could even shout,
a cool sharpness against his neck made him freeze. He felt a weight
settle on the bed behind him and a cold voice murmured in his ear.
"In my bed with my lover. Tell me why I shouldn't kill you right now..."
Alex swallowed, felt his balls contract up towards his stomach in
terror. The voice continued. "Perhaps I should kill him too for
betraying me."
"No!" The word came out before Alex could stop it. "It wasn't his
fault...I made him..."
"Then you'll have to pay...But how?" A soft suggestive chuckle,
deepening as a tremor ran through his captives' body.
"You don't even know what you're involved in, Alex Krycek".
A stir.
Letting his lips brush against the back of Alex's head, Kulain inhaled
deeply. The scent of leather, musky sweet. "Oh yes, I recognise you."
Then long fingers slid across Alex's shoulder, down in front of his
face. Kulain let his claws expand from their housings, two inch long
curved talons, and the human's response was most satisfactory. A small
whimper as Alex realised exactly how far out of his depth he was. Kulain
let his talons run across the firm young body, gently applying pressure,
enough to barely mark the skin but not to damage it. Pressing a single
claw against one rounded nipple. The human gasped as it came erect. The
other hand, which had been resting against Alex's neck, now stroked
upwards along his cheekbone. Kulain slid one finger around the human's
mouth, then rubbed that talon against the lower lip. Slightly too much
pressure made a small cut and a small trickle of blood stained Alex's
lip. Forcing the human onto his back with one strong hand, he lowered
his lips and kissed Alex, tasting the salty blood, savouring the
chemicals in it that told of fear and echoes of lust. A heady mixture.
Then he lowered his attention to the muscular torso.
Alex felt dizzy. Those light caresses across his chest and then his back
again were so very erotic, with the spice of danger that he loved. He
had always lived close to the edge, but no sex partner had ever scared
and excited him so much. He gasped as those hands swept over him, moving
lower. He heard his own hoarse voice echoing Mulder's earlier passion.
Is this the way Fox reacted when this man touched him? Despite the
discomfort of the handcuff, he was becoming very aroused.
No Alex. No. I'm not going to beg for it. I'm not!
Alex bit his lip to stop himself crying out. That would feel so
humiliating, even if his erection was so evident. Kulain laughed. What
the human wanted was so obvious in every sensuous movement of his body
beneath those questing hands. Pushing the human onto his stomach, he
slid a finger deep inside him. He felt a wave of hunger, and after only
a few minutes of preparation, thrust himself into those hot depths. Alex
yowled in pain and lust. Kulain's size was impressive, Alex had seldom
had to stretch himself so wide for a lover. But the pressure of those
expert thrusts was incredible, exquisite. He gasped in unison with those
hard strokes, then came explosively. But his strong lover kept on
moving, bringing him to the edge again within minutes. This time they
climaxed together. He screamed wildly, then he felt the sensations
overwhelm him, and for the first time in his life, he fainted in sexual
ecstasy.
He must only have been out seconds, but waking felt so good. Those arms
around him. The realisation that his arm was free, no longer trapped by
handcuffs. Sensuous laughter in his ear as a body nestled against his.
"Do you want to leave now, Alex? Debt paid". Lips brushing the back of
his neck. "Or you could stay...You'll enjoy it."
DID HE WANT TO STAY? GODDAMIT YES! MORE SEX LIKE THAT!! YES. YES.
YES.
Mulder made a small questioning sound in his deep sleep and snuggled up
to him. Alex wondered dreamily why he hadn't woken. Still, with the
amount of sex he was getting... Alex felt incredible lassitude and his
mind and body followed Mulder down into sleep.
He had two humans to serve him now. The dark sensuous Alex, who prided
himself on his independence, but had a vulnerable core. The naive,
curiously sweet Mulder, who was beginning to learn how flexible life
could be. Both of them were beginning to bond together now. To make a
stable unit which could hold out against the dark that was coming.
Darkness and light were becoming entwined.
Chapter 4—Retribution
Mulder woke that morning to the sound of quiet voices in the room
nearby. Odd, Kulain rarely showed interest in the T.V. He rose and
quickly showered, then towelled himself dry, slipped on a T shirt and
jeans, then went to get his morning dose of coffee. He kept remembering
scenes from the oddest dream. Alex Krycek fucking his brains out. Alex
kissing him fiercely... He wondered why he'd had such a hot fantasy.
He walked into the kitchen and stopped dead. Kulain, ever the
sensualist, was dressed in a black silk shirt open at the throat to
display ivory skin. He wore tight black leather trousers. He was leaning
back, relaxed, in one of the kitchen chairs. Standing close to him, back
to the door was a tall dark haired figure wearing only a towel round his
waist. Kulain's hand slipped round the man's waist, ran his fingers
lightly down the long spine, to the edge of the towel, tracing the
outline of the firm muscles.
Mulder must have made some small noise in his throat, for both men
turned towards him. A faint trace of amusement crossed Kulain's face.
But Alex! Alex smiling brilliantly at him, his face lighting up with
welcome. He automatically smiled back in response, despite his shock.
"We let you sleep Mulder, seems like you needed the rest." Alex's voice
virtually purred with satisfaction.
Mulder you idiot, don't stand there with your mouth open. Shit! Are
you angry with me then? Don't look at me like that
Mulder couldn't think of what to say. Alex's face fell in
disappointment. His eyes were filled with a curiously vulnerable look.
Then Kulain's hand gently applied pressure to the small of Alex's back,
pushing him towards Mulder. He stumbled forward, and instinctively,
Mulder put out his arms. Suddenly the agent's body was in full contact
with a virtually naked, warm skinned Alex Krycek. And in a heartbeat
they were kissing, pressing hard against each other, drinking each other
in.
Eventually coming up for air.
Kulain laughed softly. Mulder found himself blushing fiercely. Alex
grinned. "I take it you aren't mad about last night?"
Mulder shook his head, torn between laughter and exasperation.
"Krycek, you're incorrigible! You never even told me what you were doing
in my apartment. Was it because you were horny?"
"Mulder, if you don't watch out, you're going to get yourself killed.
The Consortium want you dead, and your boyfriend is the dangerous sort."
"You aren't my boyfriend yet, Ratboy."
"Yeah, well, give me time". Alex grinned, then his face became serious.
"We really need to talk Mulder."
"Tonight, Krycek."
As the two of them left for work, Mulder lifted his eyes to stare at
Kulain.
"You like him." Not a question.
"Yes, I like him." A softly hissed reply from Kulain.
"What do you want from us?"
Dangerous ground this, Fox
"At the moment? Amusement."
Hot lust stirred in him when he thought of his two human lovers. Such a
beautiful sight, moving together, limbs entangled. Tongues probing.
Muscles and tendons straining, enhanced by the hot sheen of sweat. Slick
surfaces gliding together. Burning flood of desire:possesion:need
But shadows were gathering to act against him. Time later to plan how
exquisite willing bodies would move against him. Now it was time to
reach down and draw in power. To open himself to the darkside and answer
the call of his blood.
All day as he worked in the office, Mulder kept remembering the arousing
and enthusiastic young body that had been pressed against him. Why was
Alex doing this? Was it part of some plot? His paranoia resurfaced
unexpectedly. Then laughing to himself, he relaxed. Kulain would give
Alex a big surprise if he tried anything stupid. From the look on Alex's
face this morning as Kulain left, he wasn't sure whether he had fallen
into hell or won the lottery. But he seemed keen to find out.
Alex was already in the department when the two agents reached it that
evening. He was reclined comfortably on Mulder's dark couch, watching a
stupid movie on T.V. Something about a killer and his gangster's moll
riding through the desert with a couple of bozos.
He looked up and grinned lazily.
"Didn't think you'd mind if I made myself at home Mulder."
Mulder sat down on the edge of the couch, pushing Alex back a little. A
warm arm slid round his waist. Alex shifted slightly so that Mulder
could lean right back against his chest. He began to kiss the back of
Mulder's neck, slow soft kisses that sent a whisper of sensation down
his spine.
This felt good. This felt very good.
"Don't take it fast, Alex, I want it to be so slow. Just hold me for
now." Need flooded through Mulder. Not for sex, but for human contact.
The moment their eyes met he had felt a spark leap between him and Alex.
Something precious, to be nurtured. It made him feel scared to think
about it. Not with Alex, of all people! Was it true what they said,
nothing was out of your reach if you really wanted it?
Mulder drowsed, just enjoying the feel of Alex's body against him.
Mulder, what are you doing to me? I want to cover you with kisses. I
want to feel your body open to mine. So why the hell does it feel so
good to have you in my arms, just lying still
Kulain moved restlessly around the apartment, only half aware of the
two who lay in each others arms on the couch. The half felt energy
leaping between them. Something inside them bonding together, making
both stronger. Darkness was coming, not just the absence of daylight,
but a burning fierce hatred. He hissed and his claws automatically
retracted to their full lengths. Lips drew back from slightly pointed
teeth in a hoarse snarl... Blood. Ripping flesh. Hot blood spurting.
When Kulain growled in rage, Mulder's eyes flew open in surprise and
alarm. Alex gasped and clutched at his shoulder uncertainly. The demon
stood near the doorway, green eyes burning with luminous intensity. Alex
whimpered. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please!" Odd how trauma would suddenly
show itself in moments of tension. Then the door exploded inwards,
suddenly full of dark clad, ski—masked men with guns. The Consortium
had decided to take more direct action against Fox Mulder!
Even as those guns turned towards him, Alex catapulted off the couch,
incredibly fast, so foolhardy, trying to reach his gun in the bedroom.
Mulder sat frozen, knowing it was too late. But Kulain hadn't been idle.
In a single fluid motion, he moved towards them. The first two in the
doorway didn't stand a chance.
Savage claws slashed out at one throat, grating against the spinal
column from the inside, on their way past. A half turn, faster than
human eyes could follow. Talons moved together in a spearing motion,
punching straight through the rib cage, closing round the heart and
ripping it out in a forward movement. Bodies falling so slowly, even as
he kicked out savagely, shattering another attacker's ribcage to mush
beneath the sole of his foot. The fourth and last attacker seized at the
neck with both hands, pivoted explosively with incredible strength and
jerked backwards. Result: decapitation. Even as the first kill completed
its fall towards the floor in a soggy thump.
The sheer violence and speed of the attack had taken both of the humans
by surprise. The inhuman, impossibly fast movements and the sheer
bloodshed. With a scowl of annoyance, Kulain flung away the head he had
just liberated from its owner, onto the rug, where it landed with a soft
plop. Alex had skidded to a stop, and was staring in terror and
disbelief. Mulder just sat, beginning to shake in reaction.
"Shit, Mulder. I think you need a new carpet," Alex whispered softly.
Skinner shook his head tiredly. He had the beginnings of a headache and
now this. Four goons who tried to attack Mulder. Who just happened to be
with an unarmed combat specialist, another F.B.I. agent. Result:
bloodshed. He had never seen anything like it before, even in Vietnam.
That someones' hands had done this! Or so he told the clearup team No
need to mention certain supernatural suspicions he had about Mulder's
companion. Or the quickly concealed presence of a white faced Alex
Krycek near Mulder's car. Though he did not like the young man, the look
in Kulain's demonic eyes had stopped him cold from asking questions.
Some things aren't worth it. Anyway, he told himself, maybe being under
Kulain's control was a worse punishment than anything he could devise.
He finally sent the two agents to a downtown hotel. No problem as long
as they remained available. No one tried to kill his men with impunity.!
Kulain found himself pushing a shaking Mulder along the corridor
towards their hotel room.
He felt so cold. So scared. What if Kulain hadn't... Then the guilt
because he had...
Fingers fumbled at Mulder's clothes, stripping him. Then he was pushed
under the shower, the hot steaming water washing away the blood spatters
on his face. God knows what the hotel clerk had thought. Then Kulain
joined him naked in the shower, sliding his arms around Mulder, holding
him close in reassurance, even as the heat began to penetrate his
chilled body. His knees felt weak, so he leaned gratefully against his
lover.
He felt Kulain slowly becoming aroused at his closeness. Kulain's penis
was soon hard against his back, as his body was rocked gently. Mulder
felt himself rubbing harder, raising himself up onto the balls of his
feet, opening his legs wider. Kulain slowly rubbing his cock against the
crack between his buttocks. Mulder slid a finger inside himself, while
those strong arms supported his body. Then he was guiding himself back
onto that magnificently hard cock. Giving a deep sigh of contentment as
it slid fully into him. He was used to Kulain now, knew how to minimise
the discomfort of first penetration. But this time even the slight pain
was a welcome blot to his memory.
God, all that blood. How did I get mixed up in this?
Mulder began to move his body more urgently, needing the sex to drive
thoughts of blood and death from his mind.
Alex chuckled from the doorway. "Hey, is this a private party or can
anyone join in?" His face still looked slightly pale, but he shed his
clothing as he came closer, fumbling awkwardly as he struggled out of
his shirt. Then he dropped onto his knees, half in the shower, so that
the water began to soak his tousled hair. And eagerly began attacking
Mulder's swollen cock. Licking and teasing the engorged head while he
gripped the base firmly with his hand. Beginning a slow milking action
with that hand. Light sensation of teeth scraping along the upper parts.
Mulder's fingers tangled in Alex's wet hair, pulling him closer. The
movements of both his lovers, attacking his body from different angles
was driving him wild. He could hear someone screaming in ecstasy,
continuously. His own voice! Humans only have limited tolerance in
situations of sensory overload, so within moments he climaxed, his cum
spattering across Alex's face and shoulders. And Kulain, letting himself
come too, with a satisfied sigh. For now.
Mulder's knees gave way and he slid bonelessly down the side of the
shower stall , to sprawl on the floor. Alex hugged him. Kulain leaned
down, then, and licked the spatter of semen from a surprised and
gratified ex assassin.
Somehow the three of them ended up, slightly damp, in a tangle on the
large hotel bed. Jealous Alex had managed to insinuate his body into the
cosiest spot between Kulain and Mulder, softly murmuring "I want some of
that later."
Yeah, Foxy, you aren't getting all the best bits. I want some too.
Especially your tongue
In an amazingly short time his every wish was satisfied. Again. And
again. And again.
What a day. Blood and lust. Mmmmm.
Chapter 5—Reconciliation
Progress was being made, but there were still obstacles to overcome.
Law and Justice were such strange concepts, hard to work
around. Alex, for one, was such a flawed masterpiece. His marred body
and his lack of control were both annoying. Also Alex thought too much
of his own pleasures and not of the consequences. But Mulder needed more
than that from him, much more
Kulain's request had caught Skinner by surprise. He was a thorn in the
side of the Consortium, and it was certainly better to have him as a
friend. But this...! A request to assign Alex Krycek to the newly formed
Occult Investigation Squad! Not only flouting a dozen laws, but
against every good sense, as well as every personal hatred he felt.
Kulain had just smiled when he tried to logically point all of this out.
And taken out a small cardboard box from his pocket, putting it on the
desk. He tensed, because these days he never forgot quite what those
hands were capable of. He studied it without touching the outside of the
box. A snort of laughter, very disconcerting from that particular agent.
"Take it to your experts. Have them examine it. Then call me if you want
to make a deal."
Quite a challenge. But within six hours of delivering the package to the
F.B.I. forensic experts in Quantico, he had several phone calls,
culminating in the Deputy Secretary of Defence himself sitting in his
office. Begging, no less, for more information on a certain small
device whose properties were even now being examined by the world's most
brilliant physicists.
Skinner called Kulain to his office, where the agent had just smiled
quietly. Smugly, almost.
"Hell touches on more worlds than you can possibly imagine. From time to
time, useful items are appropriated. Do you want it or not?"
The Deputy Secretary had almost rubbed his hands together in
anticipation, once he understood the complex situation Kulain was in.
Greed in his eyes, he said, "For more tech products like that, I'm sure
your requests can be accommodated." And when Skinner had tried to
protest.
"Do you know what he gave you? Obviously not. He claimed it was a
personal force shield generator with a miniaturised power supply. From
what we've managed to find out so far, it's true. Mr...Er...Kulain, the
U.S. Government wants to extend you every hospitality. I can arrange a
free pardon for your friend if that would be satisfactory?"
Defeated, Skinner scowled. Then he looked intently at Kulain.
"Alright, but only if you guarantee his absolute loyalty personally."
Kulain smiled. "I can do that," he said. And without knowing why,
Skinner felt a shiver run down his spine.
The younger of his two humans lacked discipline. There was a wild
streak in him, born of fear and resentment and a lifetime surviving the
cruellest things humans could dream up. Many of them far more cruel than
the demon world if truth be told. The bruised look in his eyes whenever
his arm failed him. No, cruelty wouldn't work. But there was a way
Alex was having the time of his life. Having two lovers was exhilarating
and exhausting in turn. With Kulain, for once in his life, he felt safe.
A rare quality in his life. And not unimportantly, his lovemaking was
mind blowing. Mulder was completely different, it was Alex's turn to
feel protective. Mulder had no idea how ruthless their enemies could be.
The thought of anything happening to him made Alex feel such pain. He
loved the circle of Mulder's arms, the way he looked at Alex. He decided
that he would have to do something VERY interesting to Fox that
evening. Perhaps something very kinky and erotic with that chocolate
sauce in the cupboard. There were parts of Mulder's body that really
demanded a good licking! He loved to do the unexpected.
Kulain slid his arm around Mulder as the car drew up outside their
apartment. A startled look crossed Mulder's face. He flushed.
"Why aren't you waiting till we get home? I get a bit uncomfortable
doing it in public."
Kulain snorted. He would have to remember that remark and take Mulder in
some unexpected place. It would be amusing to tease him. Then he
remembered the seriousness of his young lover Alex's position. He needed
the protection of the F.B.I. again, because he was so easy a target when
Kulain wasn't there. "Mulder, do you trust me?"
Again a flicker of surprise. "Sure, but I'm NOT going to go down on you
in the car! No way!"
Promises, promises. We'll see.
"No Mulder, I had something else in mind. Alex's arm!"
Open astonishment now. "I didn't realise you could do anything. You've
never said anything before..." This because two months of bedding Alex
might have offered other opportunities to talk about his disability.
"Yes I can help him. But it wont work if you don't do everything I say
without question." Mulder swallowed nervously. "I'd do anything for
Alex. You know that."
Then softly, "I need you to hold him down. I have to hurt him. A lot."
Mulder stared at him uncertainly. Then slowly nodded. "If it's the only
way, I'll do it as soon as soon as I get a chance Kulain."
Laughing, Alex grabbed Mulder the instant he came through the door. He
pushed Mulder against the wall and began to work on the buttons of his
shirt.
"I don't want that Alex!" Mulder said the words softly. And averted his
eyes from the younger man's hurt and bewildered gaze. Alex flung himself
down on the couch, a scowl on his face. Mulder closed his eyes for a
moment. Then moving towards Alex, he sat next to him.
"I'm sorry Alex."Mulder slid his arms around his lover, pressing the
lithe body firmly down onto the couch. Catching his good hand and
gripping it. Pushing Alex with his weight so that he was firmly on top.
He braced his knees on either side of Alex's torso and pressed his
shoulders down. Then slowly he leaned forward and let his lips brush
gently against the younger mans forehead.
"I love you, Alex."
The startled look in the younger man's eyes at that. Somehow it
had never been said between them.
What was Mulder up to? He didn't usually like to be on top during sex.
Why did he have to say that as well, no one ever gave a damn about him
really. Why were tears streaming down Mulder's face?
Alex tried to reach up to brush away the tears. And Kulain's hand closed
in a painful, vicelike grip on his stump. Two inch claws of the other
hand arching down, slicing into the tender flesh. Utter shock and
betrayal were reflected on the younger man's face, even as he opened his
mouth to scream. Blood began to pool on the slick surface of the couch
under his shoulder. He twisted, trying to escape, but the strength of
Mulder's body held him down.
And having prepared his lover for the regrowth, Kulain, with a long
talon, sliced into his own forearm, opening a slit from wrist to elbow.
Blood that was black rather than red oozed out of the cut. A few rapid
squeezes of fingers together brought more blood gushing out of the
injury. Letting the dark liquid run down his arm then drip onto the
savage score on Alex's arm. Demon blood began to mingle with the young
humans'. Mulder, staring at him, eyes wide.
Within a few seconds Krycek's body convulsed massively upwards. Again
and again, as his body was invaded, for long minutes. Then he collapsed
backwards onto the couch.
"No!", Mulder whimpered in despair.
Kulain gripped his shoulder painfully. "He's not dead! But he's going to
be sick for a while. Can you look after him?"
A nod. Then the two of them gently moved the deeply unconscious human
onto the bed next door.
Pain. Burning its way into his arm like acid. A curious sense of
otherness. Whirling psychedelic images, some familiar, others almost
incomprehensible in their terrible alienness. Voices whispering inside
his head. And above all the terrible coldness.
When Alex began to shiver uncontrollably, Mulder slid onto the bed next
to him, pressing their bodies close, trying to warm and reassure his
lover. Sometimes, as the fever progressed, Alex stirred fitfully, then
as the infection took hold, began to mutter deliriously, his head
thrashing from side to side in confusion and distress. Mulder held him,
soothed his burning forehead, gently tending to his bodily needs. The
fever burned fierce and hot. At one point Alex opened his eyes and
recognition seemed to spark within them. Then he slowly turned his head
away from his lover, to face the wall. Two large tears rolled down his
cheeks to pool under his chin. Mulder closed his eyes in anguish.
Mulder had kept the arm covered, but the urge to look became
irresistible. Fumbling at the sleeping man's arm, he uncovered the
injury. His eyes widened. From the stump, an arm-like growth, as yet
curiously undefined, was growing. In less than three days!
Later still, as Alex slept quietly, his fever beginning to subside,
Kulain came into the room. He uncovered his work. It was a success. Alex
had a new arm. Mulder thought he had never seen anything so beautiful.
Then Kulain gently applied pressure to one white new fingertip. Mulder
felt a thrill of superstitious terror as Alex's nails emerged like a
cat, retractable claws. In fact, like Kulain's own.
Waking felt odd. Alex couldn't seem to remember the night before
clearly, and there was an odd, gritty taste in his mouth. He felt
lightheaded. Mulder moved from the side of the room to sit next to him
on the side of the bed. He looked like shit, as if he hadn't slept for a
week. He slid an arm around Alex's shoulder and gently gave him some
sort of fruit juice. Alex accepted gratefully, then froze as memories
flooded back. Mulder had betrayed him.
He slammed his fist as hard as he could at Mulder, but he was still weak
from the fever so Mulder easily avoided the blow. And watched him with
desolate eyes for a moment, before he fled the room.
The door opened again to admit Kulain. Alex felt an immediate flood of
terror and shrank back. It only seemed to amuse the demon, who caught
hold of both shoulders, holding him still.
"I'm glad to see you awake Alex." Then the young man's green eyes flared
with anger and despair. With all his strength, he brought his arms up to
strike out desperately at his new tormentor. And stopped, totally still,
unmoving, in stunned realisation of what he had just done.
Dazed he stared at the arm. It had to be a dream, and what a cruel
one. Then why did it feel so real
Kulain gently grasped the limb, squeezed his new hand and looked smug.
"Do you like my present Alex? It's real, I promise you."
Then overwhelmed, the human clutched at Kulain, sobbing in anguish in
his dark lover's arms. Nearby, Mulder heard him weeping as if his heart
was broken, and sank onto the floor in the corner of the room huddling
in on himself, rocking his body to and fro in distress.
A week later, Alex found himself in Skinner's office, dressed in his
best bad suit, being given a new badge and gun. It was plain that he
didn't like the idea, but somehow Kulain seemed to have swung it with
the powers that be. Everything was forgiven, apparently, because Kulain
seemed to have important friends in top government circles. The funniest
moment of that very odd day was when Skinner had first noticed the
rather conspicuous new arm that seemed to have appeared on his body!
Sarcasm, Alex?
It felt good to slip his badge away while Skinner watched every movement
of his hand in disbelief
"I told you he's loyal to me, isn't that right, Alex?" He smiled at
Kulain.The look Alex gave Kulain was one of utter devotion. The one who
had given him back wholeness. Besides which, a certain sense of prudence
in Alex made sure he didn't do anything to piss Kulain off. The thought
of those claws still gave him nightmares. But Kulain had made up for the
pain he had caused with some of the wildest, most enthusiastic love
making Alex had ever known. Every night that week. So he didn't feel
particularly energetic at the moment. Baiting Skinner could wait a
while.
In truth, Mulder had been avoiding him. Working long hours away from
home, falling into exhausted sleep when he returned. Letting Kulain use
him sometimes, though he seemed to derive little joy from it.
How did he feel towards Mulder? Anger. Deep hurt. Inarticulate
longing
Mulder avoided his eyes, wouldn't touch him. Sometimes he just wanted to
feel those beautiful lips against his, those strong arms. Or he felt so
frustrated with Mulder, just wanted to hit out at him, shake some sense
into him. If he could only have Mulder in his arms again, surely they
could work things out.
Mulder could tell from the dark looks Alex kept giving him that he
wasn't wanted anymore. The annoyance he showed around Mulder sometimes,
or the coldness. He felt as if he was dying inside. He'd told the truth
when he declared his love for Alex. It had just slipped out, but he
meant it with every fibre of his being. Maybe it would be easier to find
another apartment. Get away from the torment of living so close to Alex,
seeing his intimacy with Kulain yet knowing he would never again feel
his loving touch. But he couldn't do it, couldn't stay away from him.
Later, things became even more awkward when Kulain was called to
Washington to see his contacts. Being alone with Alex was even worse. On
the first night, when he saw Alex curled up on the bed, his heart leapt.
Those green eyes staring at him, unfathomable. Mulder fled. Spent the
night on the couch. Didn't see Alex doubled up in despair, quietly
sobbing into his pillow.
The phone rang early that morning. Mulder answered it, and listened with
a sinking feeling. All available members of his department were called
to New York. A strange series of deaths, all bodies savagely mutilated
and half eaten, as if by a wild animal. A beast loose somewhere in the
alleys of Manhattan? Unlikely to be that simple. Some of the killings
had taken place within metres of busy streets, and one killing had been
a cop, who'd managed to empty the entire clip of his revolver into his
attacker's body, with no success.
Sitting next to Alex on the plane was awkward. Seeming to pick up the
sense of coolness he was trying to maintain, Alex mercifully kept the
discussion to business. There was also tension between them when they
checked into a hotel together. Somehow his voice wouldn't say the words
when he came to order a double room, so it was left to Alex who just
said "Two singles please". In a way it was a relief that Alex couldn't
see his pain.
After reviewing the case notes, the two agents, as consultants, were
shown the latest murder scene. Yesterday evening, a young woman had been
walking down the street in Lower Manhattan. Witnesses described
something dark and swift that had moved from the shadows of an alleyway,
briefly silhouetted in the light, and had swept her into the darkness.
To be found in a number of pieces, several minutes later by a patrol
car. The terrified old man who'd seen the attack, was shaking so hard he
could barely describe the creature, even half a day later. Some kind of
green skinned beast that walked like a man.
"A dark green creature that walks on two legs. It's the creature from
the black lagoon!" A ghost of humour from Alex.
"Shut up!" Abruptly Mulder wanted to punch Alex, forced himself to walk
away. "Have we got a map plotted of all the attacks?"
It was retrieved from the file and he studied it. Saw that most of the
attacks were in a five block radius of The old Imperial Theatre on
Frenchman's Boulevard. Some prickle of instinct seemed to lead his gaze
back to that map marker.
"Lets check out that old theatre, Alex." And his former lover stared
back at him, irritated.
"More gut instinct, Mulder. You haven't exactly been hitting the mark
with that lately, have you?"
Now what did he mean by that?
The streets were busy tonight. Just about every patrolman under the rank
of commissioner was patrolling the streets. Mulder doubted whether
there'd be much crime tonight. Other than the Beast, that is. An Officer
Thomson was assigned to work with them, a fresh faced young officer, who
looked about 18 and had perfect creases in his trousers.
"Was I ever that young?" Alex whispered to him unexpectedly. Mulder
blinked in surprise and smiled tentatively at him.
"Sure you were, but your wardrobe wasn't as good." Trace of a frown
then. Mulder quickly turned and followed Thomson towards the back
entrance of the old theatre, in the side alley. Alex stood staring at
him. For a moment it was as if things were back to normal again, like in
the old days. Mulder had a wry sense of humour sometimes, and he loved
it. Come to think of it he loved more than that.
Stupid, Alex. Why did it take you till now to find out that you loved
him. He doesn't even want you now. He won't even look at you most of the
time. Why did you have to drive him away?
The building was old but was still sometimes used for community theatre.
It had a warren of tunnels under it, some connected with the sewers. A
good place for a fugitive to hide, Thomson had said. Worth checking out.
Thomson reached for the doorknob. It seemed to be stuck so he tugged on
it again. For a moment the door resisted, then slammed into the wall as
it burst outwards. A dark figure boiled out of the doorway, moving so
fast. Crashing into the young officer, who shrieked in agony, his voice
dying into a gurgle as his throat was torn out by claws and teeth. What
was it? A werewolf or a demon? Mulder didn't know, but dived out of the
way, trying to get to his gun. Too late. A heavy weight bowled him over.
Hot, stinking breath against his cheek. Seeing burning red eyes staring
at him with hatred. The creature raised its claws to strike, intending
to rip his throat out with a powerful downward stroke.
For Alex, time seemed to slow down, He saw the young officer fall,
surely dead from his injuries, blood spattering everywhere. Mulder dove
out of the way, then the creature charged him with murderous intent. He
moved. He would never know how, only that he had to help Mulder. His
left arm seemed to be on fire, burning as it flowed through the air. He
didn't see it change, only felt searing rage that seemed to boil in his
veins. Screaming at his enemy, as power scorched him, need driving him.
Moving so fast as he crossed the distance between them. With inhuman
strength, seizing the creatures' arm as it tried to hurt Mulder. His own
claws sinking so easily through the creatures' body, in killing rage.
Ripping and tearing. The beast reeled away from him, staggered and fell
heavily against the ground, dead at last. Mulder lay so white and still.
Alex was on his knees without a thought except for Mulder, sobbing
incoherently. He pulled Mulder's body towards him, holding him close.
Then strong arms were hugging him back fiercely. For a moment, neither
of them moved, just needing to be close to each other. Then Mulder
laughed hoarsely.
"Krycek, I didn't know you cared." Somehow, this time Alex didn't care
that Mulder was trying to distance himself. He began to kiss every inch
of his lover's face, holding him as tight as possible. Then it was as if
some hidden tension in Mulder relaxed, and he leaned forward, resting
his head against Alex's shoulder, his arms tightening. And let out a
long shuddering sigh. After a while, Mulder pulled back slightly so he
could look into Alex's eyes, then kissed him fiercely.
His nose wrinkled.
"Shit Alex, I don't mean to rain on your parade, but what the fuck is
that smell? What the hell have you got all over you?" Mulder realised
that his side was soaked with something utterly vile, where Alex's arm
was holding him. Alex lifted up his arm to look at the ichor that had
coated his hand when he....
Oh god yes, when I grabbed it, and slit its' throat with my own
claws
Lifting up his suddenly unfamiliar, inhuman arm. Staring, dazed at the
strangely scaly greenish clawed hand that was part of his body.
Shouts echoed at the end of the alley. Mulder saw his shock and the
reason why. Though he looked startled, he turned round, yelled, "Down
here", to the cops, then pulled his coat off, draping it over the
demonic flesh. "Hide it," he hissed. Then the arrival of reinforcements.
It took Mulder quite a while to explain things, how in the struggle the
beast had been killed, but eventually they managed to escape back to the
hotel. Pushing Alex towards the shower to clean up, then phoning down
for something from room service. Later cleaning himself up while Alex
ravenously attacked the food.
Then feeling more refreshed, the two of them sitting, nervously, facing
each other. Alex stared at his altered hand then looked so lost and
scared, Mulder automatically found himself reaching out. Then Alex flung
himself across the room, buried his face against Mulder's neck. He
lifted his head.
"Mulder, I couldn't let anything happen to you I had to kill it."
Staring at his mutated arm. "He said I had to control it, or it would
control me". Then barely a whisper, " I did it because I love you."
Then Mulder's lips found his, like a drowning man, his eyes filled with
such love, neither of them could doubt how they felt. Alex's kisses
trailing down Mulder's belly, tonguing a nipple till it came erect, then
the other one. Resting his forehead against Mulder's chest contentedly,
then hearing the comforting sound of his heartbeat.
Mulder kissed the top of his head tenderly.
"C'mon Alex, lets go to bed."
Fox, you lecherous animal!
Arms round each other, they lay awkwardly together on the small single
bed. Alex turned trusting eyes to him. "Mulder, I want you inside me."
The older man gasped. "I've never done it that way before." A sly grin.
"Yeah, well Mulder, on top's fun too."
Alex's body was beautiful. Mulder started at the nape of his lover's
neck,and began to kiss his way down. It had been so long, that only a
few minutes contact with his beautiful body made Mulder as aroused as he
had ever been. Feeling Alex moan at his touch.
He slid his hand down to feel the younger man's cock, already rock hard.
Alex half turned into an embrace and they kissed again softly. Mulder
was so tender this time, letting his fingers move in slow circles across
the sensitive skin of Alex's belly and thighs, avoiding his erection for
the moment. The younger man shuddered, his head falling back as those
long fingers drove him out of his mind.
Mulder slid a hand down, rubbing the sensitive area under his lover's
balls, fingering them lovingly. Then he uncertainly slid a finger into
his lover's tightness, knowing from his own sexual encounters where the
centre of pleasure was. Anointing him with lubricant. And Alex screamed
in need, thrusting himself hard against that moving hand. His movements
became frantic, his breath sobbing. He cried out as Mulder drew his hand
away, momentarily, to slicken his own hard cock. So difficult to hold
back now. Trying to enter his lover slowly and carefully, not wanting to
cause him pain. Lying buried deep inside him, unmoving, enjoying the
feel of being buried deep inside him. Alex wailed, his left hand flung
back towards Mulder. He gripped it tightly. Then moving their bodies in
unison, slowly building intolerable pressure, heat between them. Mulder
deliberately kept it slow, making the other man sob with need, finally
bringing him to orgasm. Those firm young muscles surrounding him,
gripping him tightly. He screamed, too, as he came over the edge,
spurting inside his lover.
Their bodies, slick with sweat, heartbeats slowing, still locked
together.
"I love you," Mulder whispered the words, and Alex snuggled up against
him, a look of sweet satisfaction on his face. Lying close together,
just enjoying the contact so long denied them.
"Alex, did you mean what you said about loving me?"
"Oh, Foxy, come here. Mmmm."
"Say, you got any chocolate sauce?"
Dark Angel's Fire
by Megaera
Assumption
Mulder's head was throbbing in time to the sinuous beat of the drumming
as the title track to 'Bad Boys' played on his car stereo. Perhaps that
last whisky had been one too many. Still, he hadn't expected to be
driving all the way to the Appalachians on such short notice. Some
superflu bug had attacked the agents in the local FBI field office and a
request had been made at a very high level for him. He wondered what the
mystery was all about.
