He leaned against the windowpane, letting it support him, the exertion of the
night taking its toll and showing across every inch of his face. "No," he
responded as he turned to look into the hopeful face of Alex Krycek. "I think
I'd better stay here tonight."
Maybe they will learn to play nicely with each other, she mused. "Very well... I'll
have Miss Scully informed."
"NO!" the two voices sounded in unison. It could have been the smirk on her
face, but it was probably her eyebrow shooting up that begged the question
demanding an answer.
Looking back to Alex, Mulder gave quiet voice to his thoughts, "I think I'd
better get the facts straight before I start shooting off my mouth." Then
looking down at his state of undress, he added, "And maybe put on a pair of
pants."
"I don't know about that... personally, I like the view," she replied with a smile
as she turned and left the room.
Chuckling the whole way, Alex walked over to the wardrobe, pulled out a pair of
sweats, and threw them to the almost naked man. "Those should fit you fine."
Leather jacket, no shirt, loose sweats... good look for you, Mulder. Not wanting
to waste any more energy, he simply dropped on the floor and leaned back on the
heavy wooden chest. "Okay, Mulder... let it rip."
"What?!" Mulder asked incredulously as he tied the drawstring on the pants.
"Oh knock it off! There is actual physical proof of the paranormal sitting right
in front of you. You've had about five thousand questions running through your
head since you got here—now's your chance to get the answers. If I were you,
I'd take advantage of the opportunity... It may not come along again." Alex tilted
his head back and shut his eyes. He knew it was going to take Mulder a little
time to adjust to the new dynamic between them, but he also knew that eventually
the agent's thirst for information would eventually overshadow over his hatred.
And then the inevitable...
"Did you kill my father?"
"Here we go... " Alex sighed and settled back to get this over with. "Yes," he said
in a simple, matter of fact tone, "but that wasn't my intention in going there.
I was there that night, but only to prevent him from giving you information that
would have cost you your life. When he walked into the bathroom, I was going to
'influence' him not to tell you anything."
"So how did he wind up dead?" He was growing impatient with the benign tone in
Krycek's voice.
"I was waiting in the shower, and I was armed—but only to keep him quiet till
we finished. He tried to get the gun away from me... It was an accident, Mulder.
He wasn't supposed to die." Alex finally opened his eyes and locked his gaze
with the stunned man standing in front of him.
With a graceless slump, Mulder allowed his body to fall on to the bed. "How can
I believe you? After what you've done?" he asked, knowing full well in his heart
that Alex spoke the truth. "You let Scully be taken... you lied to me." His mind's
desperate search for something it could hold on to was clear in every part of his
being.
"I have no reason to lie to you, Mulder. There's nothing you can do to hurt me
and there's nothing you have that I want." For a moment Alex seemed almost
human.
"In the interest of saving time, allow me to tell you a story... Once there was a
relatively naïve and idealistic student at the FBI training academy. All he
wanted was to make the world a better place for mankind, but then the evil ruler
of the underworld came to him and showed him that if something wasn't done, there
would be no more world and no more mankind. The young student believed the story
he was being told because, well let's face it, the evil man could be very
convincing when he wanted to be."
"Cut to the chase, Krycek... what are you trying to tell me here?" Mulder was
exhausted. The day had taken too much out of him to be able to mentally spar
with this man or beast or whatever the hell he was. Not to mention the fact that
it was taking every last remaining ounce of strength he had left not to eliminate
the physical distance between them.
"What I'm trying to tell you, Mulder, is that you've got me pegged wrong. Genius
profiler my ass... you've had me all wrong from the start." There was a look of
resignation on his face that made his words almost believable. "I didn't go into
this line of work on purpose. Saving the world wasn't what I expected to be
doing with my life—at least not at this level I was young and I was misled... and
then I met Crane."
A mental image of the Prince's Scrouge flashed through Mulder's mind. And
suddenly, as ridiculous as it sounded, he could see the family resemblance. The
sharp lines of his jaw, the swagger in his gait when he walked, the attitude that
radiated from him a warning to the world not to even think of crossing him...
"Crane saw the same potential in me that our black lunged friend saw—the
difference was that Crane gave me the choice of what to do with it. He taught me
things I never would have had the opportunity to learn otherwise—and then he
offered me the Embrace."
Mulder searched the face of his nemesis for any sign of emotion, but there was
none to be found. He could have been talking about any mundane experience, but
the fact was, he was talking about immortality. "And you accepted it."
The rhetorical question hung in the air for a long, awkward moment until Alex
stood up and walked to the edge of the bed. He looked into the mystified face
below him and didn't even bother trying to restrain the urge to reach out and
smooth the back of his hand across the stubbled cheek. "I accepted it because I
knew it would give me the advantage against them in taking care of you."
Enough hiding. He crouched down, his hands resting lightly on Mulder's thighs,
and said it again—"I needed to be able to protect you."
He watched Mulder close his eyes and shake his head, trying to clear the surge of
conflicting emotions running through him. "Protect me?" Mulder asked softly.
"Yes... they'd wanted you dead for a long time... you became to much of a threat... I've
been able to stop them—till now." The faltering tone in his voice pinned
Mulder's attention.
"What's different now?" he asked almost fatalistically.
"This time it isn't a mortal that wants you dead... That's why I had you brought
here. Here you can be protected while I figure out how to eliminate the threat."
Mulder's body tensed. "But if it isn't a mortal than who?" a touch of hysteria
seeping into the agent's voice.
"That's a conversation for another day. Right now you need to get some rest... "
Krycek stood, made his way up to the head of the bed, and began turning down the
sheets.
Mulder stood and stalked up behind Alex, fury coloring his cheeks. "Another day?!
Are you nuts?!" He grabbed Alex by the shoulder and turned him till they were
face to face. "You can't just tell me that something out there is trying to kill
me and then say we'll discuss it later!"
Alex's face turned to stone; his words cold as ice. "The fact is, Mulder, that I
don't know where the threat is coming from. But the attack on Scully the other
night proves me right... You're in danger." Then suddenly—surprisingly—he began
to soften. He raised one hand to Mulder's waist, the other to the back of his
neck. He caressed the tightened jaw line with the pad of his thumb, "Don't
worry... I'll find whoever it is."
The nearness of Krycek's body was wreaking havoc on Mulder's concentration. He
wanted to hold onto his anger for dear life, but being this close to the cool,
unbreakable body of his enemy was melting it away with every passing second. He
pushed himself away, and nearly ran to the other side of the room. "What the
hell is wrong with me?" he asked himself out loud. He knew that Alex had the
answer, and, as soon as he felt the Kindred's presence behind him, he knew he
would get it.
"The Baroness tried to tell you before... we're a seductive breed. Something about
the very nature of our kind attracts mortals to us. We can amplify or minimize
the effects, but we can never turn it off completely. And if the mortal is
attracted anyway, it's that much harder for him to resist." Inches from Mulder's
back, he stood perfectly still and waited.
Of course! "You son of a bitch! You've been fucking with my head this
whole time! Come on, Krycek... isn't there some gaggle of vampire worshipers out
there you can get your kicks with? Or won't they even have a bastard like
you?" Words, like poison-tipped darts, shot from his mouth, but still he lacked
the courage to turn around, knowing the face of an angel would be there to greet
him. Lucifer was an angel once, too, he thought to himself trying to solidify his
resolve.
You're so fucking predictable, Mulder. "Oh no you don't... Not this time
I've let you beat me till you exhausted yourself... I've let you blame me for
everything that's ever happened to you just so you could sleep at night... I've
saved your ass more times than you will ever know. But this is one thing you are
going to take responsibility for whether you like it or not!" He stepped forward
till his body was pressed to the agent's leather clad back. With just enough
force to show him that there was no way out of it, he held Mulder's arms down at
his sides and nuzzled into the soft hair at the nape of his neck.
"Don't." Mulder hissed through gritted teeth.
"Don't what, Fox? Make you admit what you've always denied? That is, always
denied to everyone else. Remember... I've been watching you for a very long time
without you ever having a clue." The rough edges of his voice sent shivers up
and down the mortal's spine, and when the hairs on the back of his neck stood up
and brushed against his cheek, Alex knew that he'd gotten through. "You're
starting to think now... think about all those times alone in your apartment when
you would stroke yourself—sometimes softly, sometimes with so much force, it
was the pain that made you come. But the one thing that always stayed the same
was the name you would scream when the cum shot out of your body—my name." His
hand pressed against the front of Fox's pelvic bone, feeling the strain of the
fabric covering what had to be an already painful erection—then the thrust of
his hips against the tender flesh of the sweetest ass he'd ever seen, showing his
interest just as clearly.
Mulder wanted to deny it, wanted to push away from the fantasy that was holding
him tightly, but all he could manage was one word, "No," in something lower than
a whisper.
"Do you know how hard it was for me, Fox?" he continued, grinding himself into
the supple flesh of Mulder body. "Do you have any idea how hard it was not to
step out of the shadows and touch you the way I knew you wanted me to?" He
turned his captive around in his arms and reached up to cup his face in strong,
callused hands. "Look at me and tell me you don't want this Tell me now and I'm
gone—you'll never have to see me again."
"I don't... "
"Look at me! Look me in the eye and say it!"
Raising his eyes to the sea of green burrowing holes into his soul, Mulder
yielded himself to the fact, "I don't want you to go." He held his breath,
afraid of what was to come. But when he felt the brush of hungry lips against
his own, the tidal wave he had been holding back broke through. He wrapped his
arms around the incarnation of his desire, and holding back nothing, he kissed
Alex Krycek. He kissed him with his mouth, with his hands, with the body that
slid up and down the length of him—he kissed him with his heart.
As they broke apart, Mulder cursed his need to breathe and began removing the
barrier of clothes that kept him from the flesh he craved. "I need you... I need to
feel you." He tugged Alex's shirt from his jeans, and with a violent pull,
yanked it over his head. When he felt the heat of Alex's skin, he stopped—uncertain of what was happening. "How?"
Alex smiled, weakly. "That's for you... we can make our skin give off heat if we
want to—it just uses up a lot of energy. If I keep it up for too long then
I'll have to feed again sooner."
"No... I don't... " the confusion contorted his face beautifully. "I want you—the
real you. I don't want anything between us that isn't real." He felt the heat
dissipate and the cold reclaim Alex's body. The chill of his touch sent a jolt
of electricity straight to Mulder's dick.
"Is this what you want? Cold, hard flesh?" Alex asked, disbelieving.
"What I want is you... whatever that may be." He dropped his hand to touch the
rigid muscle still covered by black denim, "And I want a little less clothing
involved," he said, a decadent smile curling his lips.
Alex reached out and pulled at the knot of the drawstring on Mulder's sweats and
watched as they fell to the floor and Mulder stepped out of them. With a
determined rip, the black silk that had draped across the mortal's hips sailed
across the room and fluttered silently to the floor. When Mulder began to pull
the jacket off, he felt a cold hand wrap around his own. "Leave it on." Mulder
didn't dare argue.
Naked except for his covering of leather, Mulder dropped to his knees. A timid
hand reached up to the button of Alex's waistband and waited for permission to
continue.
"Take what you want, Fox." His voice was direct and hungry. "Despite the events
earlier tonight, not all of us want to be served... some of us want to be taken."
After all, the greatest control is in submission.
Attacking each button in turn, then yanking the jeans down to his knees, Mulder
saw what had fed his flights of the imagination for years. He moved forward and
allowed the tip of his tongue to carefully measure the length in front of him
from base to head, the unheated, solid muscle feeling perfectly natural to him.
He smiled at the irony of it all, then forced all other thoughts from his mind as
he engulfed Alex's cock in the vicious heat of his mouth.
A paradox of sensation—fiery heat on frigid cold—sent Alex reeling, nearly
knocking him off balance. He thrust himself wildly against the burning tongue;
the only instinct left in him was to pound into the heat that threatened to
consume him. One hand in the silky brown hair, the other gripping the leather
collar furiously, he growled, wanting more—more of the ludicrously lush lips
around his cock, more of Fox's warm human flesh against his own.
Fox pulled away and sat back with a smile. Lifting one foot then the other onto
his thigh, he removed Alex's boots and left the worn denim in a heap beside him.
With one finally swipe of his tongue, he followed his hands up the defined lines
of his new lover's body—memorizing his form by touch. It was amazing how the
reality seemed to match the perfection his mind's eye had painted Alex Krycek out
to be. Then the thought hit him; "It was you, wasn't it? At the club... it was you
that cut me," he visibly shivered, his cock hardening mercilessly at the memory
of the hot tongue that sealed the freshly opened wound.
Alex couldn't keep his hands still. He brushed his fingertips around the open
face staring at him. "I wanted to know what you tasted like... what it would feel
like to have your life on my lips." Slipping his arms inside the jacket and
around Mulder's waist, he pulled him in tightly against his own body.
"And what did I taste like?'" Mulder asked in-between the kisses being feathered
across his lips and down his neck.
"Like every daydream I've ever had in my life," Alex said, grinding himself in
earnest against the feverish flesh in his arms. "It was the essence of you—strength, honesty, pain... everything you are."
Mulder turned inside the welcome prison and, keeping Alex's arms securely in
place, maneuvered them back to the bed. He crawled under the sheets that Alex
had already turned down, bringing his lover with him, and snuggled back on the
nest of pillows behind him. "In that case, don't you think it's time we evened
the score." And without warning he pounced, pinning Alex beneath him, tasting
the flesh wherever his mouth roamed. He found a spot he especially liked just
inside the curve where neck met shoulder, and bit as fiercely as he could into
the vampire.
"NO!" Alex roared as he bolted upright, seizing Mulder's two wrists in one hand
and pushing him up onto his knees. He felt the sweetly thick fluid seep slowly
from the wound and trickled down toward his chest. "Mulder, you don't understand
the effect this could have on you! Take too much of my blood and some the
changes will be permanent... I can't—I won't let you do that until you know all
the risks."
"Shhhh, baby it's okay," he soothed. "I just wanted to taste you." He leaned
forward, kissing the anger away. He moved around so that his lips barely touched
the night-crawlers ear, "I just wanted to take you inside me in every way there
is," the tickle of his breath drawing an unchecked moan from his target.
"Please, Alex... just this one taste."
Alex allowed the tongue that had begun tracing intricate patterns on his neck to
continue moving closer and closer to the trail of red down his chest and his grip
loosened. Though Fox made attempt to withdraw his hands from the restraint,
instead, he pushed forward forcing Alex back against the pillows. When he finally
reached his goal, Mulder began to lap and suck on the blood—feeding on it like
a starving man—licking away all traces and leaving no evidence behind, each
crimson drop sending a surge of power through his body. His lover lay back,
willingly at his mercy, groaning with the pleasure of his talented tongue sliding
along the plane of his chest. He worked his way up the thin red line savoring
the sharp flavor, till he reached its source. The angry red bite mark was still
bleeding slightly and Mulder lapped at it greedily.
The sudden suction on his wound brought Alex's hand swiftly to Mulder's throat.
He pushed back with just enough pressure to make Fox fully aware of the grip that
could snap his neck. "What part of NO don't you understand?" he growled.
The contrite expression, so typically Mulder, was immediate. "I'm... " he began, "I
can feel it—inside me. I can feel you." He descended on Alex's mouth with a
vengeance, plunging his tongue deep within, wrestling its mate for control.
"Fuck me," he said, his mouth never losing the contact it craved.
Without another word, Alex reached into the jacket pocket and pulled out a small
tube. Taking Mulder's hand from his chest, he flicked the cap open and squeezed
some of the contents into the open palm. He let out a slow hiss as he felt the
slick gel being smoothed up and down the length of his shaft. When he couldn't
wait a moment longer, he lifted Mulder by the waist and brought him down soundly
- impaling him unprepared on his cock. Fox's scream of agony was like a symphony
in his ears. The cold of the vampire's skin soothed the burning as he thrust
inside over and over again. As the momentary pain turned to something
indescribable, each moan of pleasure that followed, an aria of the sweetest
sounds Alex had ever heard.
"Ahhhhh... FUCK!" came the howl from the mortal. "Come here," he snarled as he
grabbed Alex by the back of the neck and pulled him up till he could wrap his
legs around behind him.
Krycek reached one hand up and grabbed a handful of Mulder's hair. Pulling down,
he forced the body above him to bow back and push itself down harder, grinding
their hips together.
Mulder was arched so far back that his head was almost touching the mattress when
he felt Alex's strong arms wrap around him. Before he realized what was
happening, he was pinned beneath a blanket of stone cold muscle.
The slow, deliberate pull and thrust of his hips was torture to his captive.
Alex leaned his upper body up just enough to see the look of pure, animalistic
need that possessed every aspect of Mulder's features—right down to the
savagery contorting the once graceful lines of his mouth. With each push
forward, he pulled Mulder up by the waist—hard—increasing the force of his
penetration. "Is this what you wanted, Fox?" he panted as his cock methodically
pounded into the hot, velvet grip of Mulder's body.
Mulder barred his teeth and tightened his legs around Alex's waist, the beast he
was becoming prepared to strike. In a voice that was controlled, but only on the
surface, he issued his command... "HARDER."
Alex could feel the muscles coiling beneath him, and braced for the attack he
knew would follow if I can just push him a little farther . "Make me," he
taunted.
Putting all his weight behind it and keeping his legs locked tightly around his
lover, Mulder pushed on Alex's shoulder with the yell a demon possessed.
Smiling evilly, Alex landed on his back.
Instinct taking control, there was no stopping the torrent of need that consumed
any rational thought Mulder may have had. He did the only thing his caged mind
would allow him to do. Wrapping both hands around his own cock and stroking
violently, he began to screw himself down as hard as possible on the rigid shaft
beneath him. His strong, runner's legs were bent at the knees and lay on either
side of Alex's body, and with nothing but the strength of them, he lifted himself
up only to crash violently back down over and over again bringing him right to
the edge.
Alex watched, enraptured by the sight. Fox Mulder... no holds barred. "That's it,
Fox. Take what you want," punctuating his sentiment by meeting Fox's body thrust
for thrust.
Slowly, as if a dimmer switch was gradually being turned, Mulder's eyes began to
glow—red, untamed, shining bright enough to set his face aglow and then
returned to the beautifully human hazel. He slammed his body downward one last
time and held his lover perfectly still by the force of his hips. He felt the
power surging through his veins, felt the inhuman strength radiate through every
nerve ending. "No," he said softly, one syllable containing enough menace to
scare the Kindred below him. With one fluid motion, he lifted himself up and
laid himself back against the pillows at the head of the bed. Alex propped
himself on his elbow and watched the languid flow of flesh that lay sprawled
bonelessly before him. Instantly his body reacted when he heard Mulder's next
command... "Kneel," Mulder said. "Here." He pointed to the mattress between his
legs, and Alex obeyed immediately.
He felt the intensity of Alex's stare cutting back all the layers of inhibitions
it had taken him a lifetime to construct, laying bare the solitary place where
nothing but sensation exists.
In his mind, his thoughts raced, remembering the images of the servant the
Baroness held in her arms earlier. The look on her face of rapture—she had
been transfigured into everything sex aspired to be—this is what his body
coveted. Curling his elbows under his knees, he lifted himself into the air.
"Slide your dick back inside me—slowly—and don't move."
Alex's body moved with a purpose, his eyes never straying from the bond they had
formed with Mulder's, and he leveled his cock at the entrance to his lover. With
measured and deliberate precision, he pushed inside, driving Mulder mad one rock
hard inch at a time, until he was fully sheathed in the convulsive heat. And
then he waited.
"Now show me what you used to cut me at the club." Though the tone in this
mortal's voice left no room for argument, a look of confusion passed over his
Kindred beloved's face. "Do. It. Now."
Hesitantly, Alex lifted his hand in front of him, and Mulder watched as the
delicate finger transformed into the savage claw of the animal he knew hid behind
the tempting green eyes that hovered above him.
The hot, pliant flesh of Mulder's hand wrapped around Alex's wrist and pulled
until the temporal form of his obsession pressed down against him. He brought
the razor sharp claw to his face and nuzzled his cheek into the cleft of the
palm. He kissed and nipped at the cool soft skin of Alex's wrist, seemingly
transported to a place of pure delight, as he contracted and released the muscles
surrounding Alex's cock.
"Fox?" he moaned—a question or a plea was uncertain, but at least Mulder knew
Alex's mind was just as clouded by lust as his own.
"Shhhh... not a sound," he murmured. "I'm taking what I want." The wicked smile
that curled his decadent mouth should have made Alex nervous, but he couldn't
seem to bring his thoughts back from watching the patterns Mulder's tongue was
tracing across his skin or the feel of Mulder's ass clamping down around him.
With the vampire's wrist still locked in his grip, he drew Alex's hand down the
curve of his own cheek and moaned as he felt the light scratches burn his flesh.
Bringing the talon-tipped digit to his lips, he drew it slowly to his mouth—using it to trace the outline of his lips—then inside the wet, warm cavern. He
sucked down, not with the blinding lust he was feeling, but gently, careful of
the cutting edge that his tongue and lips stroked... careful, until he brutally
pulled it from his mouth.
"What are you... ?" Alex stammered as he jerked back. He saw the blood smeared
across Fox's mouth, and suddenly felt every bit of the fear that he should have
felt from the start. He started to pull away, but his wrist was still caught in
the vice of the mortal's grip and Mulder's other hand had come around beneath his
ass to keep the lower half of his body right where it was. Though he could have
broken free without effort, it was more than Fox's touch that kept him in place.
And then, the mouth was there, a breath away from his own. He could feel the
moist breath heaving from Mulder's lungs against his face, could smell the
fragrance of the freshly let blood Mulder's blood ... "This isn't some sort of
blood sport, Mulder I am not Kristen. I am what she pretended to be. You're
playing with a force you couldn't begin to understand."
For a moment, Mulder dropped all pretense, opening himself to the danger
radiating from every inch of Krycek's body. "Read me, Alex. I know you can.
Read me and tell me if I'm playing a game." How do you seduce seduction
itself? You offer it what it wants most. "I want you to kiss me. I want to
watch you taste me... see your face when you taste my life."
"I know I should have, but I didn't feed before I left the club. If I taste you
now, I may not be able to stop." He was vibrating with hunger and the desire to
claim this man who was offering himself to satisfy that hunger.
Alex wanted to draw back, but it was too late for his better judgement to reign
him in. Instead he began the slow pull and thrust of his hips that had driven
his lover wild just a short time ago. His face the mask of a predator as he
stared into the eyes of his prey.
Mulder dropped back on the pillows behind him, moaning with the pleasure of
feeling Alex move inside him. But this wasn't what he really wanted; he knew it
could be so much better than this. He placed his hands at Alex's waist and tried
to still his motion as he begged, "Alex... no... please stop."
When Alex pulled out to the tip, leaving just the head of his shaft inside the
writhing mortal, he nearly laughed. Have your cake and eat it, too, Mulder?
"What do you really want, Fox?" he asked, just before he rammed back inside
hard enough to lift Mulder from the bed. Then he did it again... and again... and
again, each time drawing a scream from the target of his assault. Suddenly, the
human retaliated and pressed his glistening red mouth hard against that of the
hungry Kindred. One taste of his lover's blood was enough to break his tenuous
control.
He pounded into Mulder, harder and faster, as he lapped at the blood in his mouth
- kissing him senseless and bringing him to the very edge of sanity. When there
was no vitae remaining, he moved his mouth around to the same spot Mulder had
selected to bleed him, and began nipping at his neck. "GOD! YES! FUCK ME!"
Mulder's cries urged him on, and with a growl that started deep in his chest,
Alex bared his fangs, showing his true nature, and stared straight into the eyes
of his beloved.
"You know what I want," Mulder pleaded, "do it! DO IT NOW!"
The blinding flash as the fangs sank into his neck took Mulder to a place that,
even in his wildest fantasies—his most powerful orgasms—he had never been.
His mind and his body reeled out of control as he felt Alex thrusting into his
body while his mouth was drawing the life from his veins, until finally something
inside him snapped...
He was coming—harder than he had ever come before, begging Alex to fall into
the chasm with him. The Kindred pulled his mouth away, his face returning to the
beauty of his mortal mask, and with a yell, followed Mulder where he led.
They laid for a long time, wrapped in the security of each other's arms, until
Alex was sure Mulder was asleep the sleep of the dead he smiled to himself.
He rose from the sanctuary of their bed and began to dress.
But even with all that had just happened, Mulder's slumber couldn't be restful,
and he reached out for the body that should have been beside him. When he didn't
find his vampire lover there, he woke with a start. "Alex?" looking around as he
called out the name.
"I'm here, love," he answered as he came to kneel beside the bed.
"Where are you going? It's nearly sunrise," Mulder asked, his voice still hazy
with sleep.
"I have something I need to take care of. Go back to sleep... I'll see you
tomorrow," he promised. It's back to the shadows for me, sweet. "Sleep,
now, Mulder. Sleep well." He watched as Mulder closed his eyes and drifted off.
He watched for a minute longer, burning the image into his mind and what was
left of his heart with the hope that this one moment in time would be able to
carry him through the cold nights to come. He kissed his lover's mouth, letting
his tongue linger a bit on that bottom lip dreams are made of this mouth
before he moved down to the side of Mulder's neck
"Tomorrow you won't remember this night, but I will carry it with me always.
Tomorrow, you will wake and remember nothing of me. But somewhere deep in your
heart—you will feel my love," he whispered into the ear of his chosen ward. He
reached out his tongue to the two still slightly bleeding puncture marks on the
side of Fox's neck, and gently he stroked at them till there was nothing left to
show that he had been there. One last, fleeting kiss before he rose and walked
to the door.
Though it only made it harder to leave, he looked back. I love you. I always
will. He opened the door. On the other side, he shut it softly behind him and
headed out of the apartment, down the stairs, and to the street below.
The brisk wind of the autumn night seemed colder now. He turned up his collar
and walked away—disappearing into the heartless embrace of the night.
the end
Survival of the Species IV
by Niffusa
Reassurance seemed to take on a tangible form in her voice. "It's because of
Alex that you're here and you're safe. I think he should tell you the rest; I
have a party I need to return to, but you can have Elizabeth call me if need be."
She turned on her heels and strode toward the door. As an afterthought, "Agent
Mulder, would you like me to send the car back for you?"
