Alex slowly worked his way to Mulder's ear, not wanting to move too quickly and
draw Scully's attention again—what other reason could he possibly have for
lingering? When he finally reached his goal, he nipped sharply at the lobe to draw
Mulder out of his blissful trance.
Mulder looked at him with hurt accusation in his eyes, and Alex stifled a groan. He
kissed Mulder in apology, and it was some time before they remembered anything
else.
Alex gasped, unable to resist another quick nibble on that luscious, pouting lower
lip. This time, by the time they stopped, they were lying on the seat with Mulder
sprawled over Alex, their groins pressed together.
"Fox?" Alex murmured in his ear, too low for Scully to hear.
"Mmmm?" Fox mumbled, trying to draw Alex's mouth back where he wanted it,
flipping them over so Alex was on top, his weight pressing Mulder into the seat.
Krycek couldn't believe he was fighting against kissing Mulder, but they needed to
talk. He again bit sharply on a tender lobe, getting another pout in response.
Alex gave up.
No one could resist a pouting Fox Mulder, and Alex decided not to waste his time
trying. He was pretty sure he'd have reached the same conclusion even without
Mulder's legs wrapped around his waist and his erection grinding against Alex's
own.
Alex groaned, and he discovered that extreme arousal made his wings spread
involuntarily, rather like a peacock's mating display.
"Hey!" an irate Scully exclaimed. "Keep those damn wings down! You're blocking
the rearview."
Mulder snickered. "So what? It's not like we can get killed or anything." He
squirmed as Krycek unfastened his jeans and worked a hand inside.
"Oh, for—" Scully snapped, tiny flames flickering at the ends of her now truly fiery
hair. She growled in displeasure. "Get it out of your systems so we can have an
intelligent conversation." She pulled up outside a motel, tossed them a key, and
vanished, leaving a dissipating cloud of smoke as the only sign she'd ever been
there.
Alex blinked at the vacant driver's seat, clenched his hand on the key he held, then
eyed the writhing slut who'd somehow ended up beneath him.
He smiled.
"Come on, Mulder. Let's move this inside before we get arrested."
The man beneath him showed no sign of wanting to move or even of having heard
him. While Alex applauded his fervor, he really wanted to get into the room where
they'd be comfortable and not have to worry about interruptions. He wondered
how he was going to manage that without separating from Fox.
He backed toward the door, Mulder following unconsciously, and fumbled it open
so he could ease himself to his feet, Mulder's legs still wrapped around his waist. He
extended his wings to their full length for balance. He absently noted that Mulder'd
done the same.
Alex groped at the motel room door, trying to get the key in by feel. Finally, he
smacked Fox's ass to get his attention. "Close your wings a minute; I can't see what
the hell I'm doing."
Fox pouted at him again, and it was another few minutes before Alex managed to
get the door open.
Once inside, Alex reluctantly peeled Fox off him, tossing the former agent onto his
back on the bed.
"Strip." Krycek's voice was husky and his eyes hot as they ran over each newly
exposed inch of flesh.
When he was naked, Mulder stood before Alex, his rampant erection peeking out
between the edges of the wings he coyly wrapped around himself. "Your turn," he
demanded.
Alex hastened to comply and proudly displayed himself to his soon-to-be-lover.
Fox's wings fluttered slightly, making the feather tips brush lightly over Alex's cock,
and he whimpered at the sensation.
Fox blinked in surprise at the reaction, then grinned and repeated the action more
purposefully. The soft, white feathers danced over the darkly flushed, hard cock, a
study in contrasts, until Alex's knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the bed,
panting.
"Mulder, Fox, please!" Alex spread his legs and arched his back, offering himself to
the other fallen angel.
Mulder leaned down and licked him once. "You want something, Alex?" he asked
with deceptive innocence.
Alex growled, sending a frisson of pure lust down Fox's spine. "Suck me, you
bastard!"
Mulder chuckled. "All in good time, baby, all in good time. I'm not nearly done with
you."
Alex whimpered, and suddenly their minds merged again, each of them feeling the
other's arousal. Fox flexed his wings again and quivered when he felt Alex's intense
reaction to the sensation. It resonated between them, the pleasure growing and
reflecting from one mind to the other until they both came with screams.
Fox slumped to his knees on the edge of the bed, straddling his panting lover, his
own chest heaving as he gasped for breath. "Holy shit," he moaned. "I've never felt
anything like that, like you." He looked around. "Fuck!"
Alex pried his eyes open and peered around blearily. His eyes widened as he took in
the utter destruction around them: broken lamps, shattered mirrors and glasses,
splintered furniture, all in a expanding wave outward from them. "What the fuck?"
Startled hazel eyes met stunned green, and the world faded away again. Fox
lowered his head, covering Alex's mouth with his own, tasting him. He'd never
tasted anything better. They both flinched when the bed splintered under them,
dumping them haphazardly to the floor.
"I thought you said we couldn't affect the material plane?" Alex grumped.
"Well, not as badly as heaven, at any rate. There's something odd about us. Shut up,
Alex," Mulder added before Krycek could more than part his lips. Seeing the tip of
that pink tongue distracted him, and Fox swooped down to take it prisoner, yelping
when the headboard teetered and crashed down on his head. He moaned and
buried his face in Alex's chest. "Goddamnit, I want you, and I'm not going to let
anything stop us this time!"
Alex patted him comfortingly, eyeing the remaining furniture nervously. He
suddenly realized something and started. "Uh, Fox? Did you happen to notice that
despite that rather... explosive... climax, we're both still hard as rock?"
Fox raised his head, then twisted a bit to peer between them at the two erections
rubbing together. "Uh, I hope that's not permanent."
Alex glared.
"Well, it would get rather awkward," Fox said defensively.
"How about instead of coming up with asinine what-ifs, you just fuck me already!"
Mulder smirked. "Gee, I dunno. I'd hate to push you into anything you don't really
want." He shifted his wings again, brushing against Alex's cock, then winced when
Alex bit his arm, which happened to be the closest part of him. "Patience is a virtue,
babe."
"If I were virtuous, I wouldn't be lying naked under you right now," Alex pointed
out, a whine audible in his voice.
"Good point." Fox pushed inside him with no preliminaries, not even stopping to
think that he might hurt Alex until afterward. "Hey, this being an angel stuff has
advantages," he gloated at the discovery that he'd never have to spend another cent
on lube, at least not as long as he was with another angel.
Alex only moaned, his hips shifting restlessly. He reached for his neglected cock, and
Mulder slapped his hands away, then grabbed his wrists. Having two arms again
more than made up for the awkwardness of wings as well, as far as Alex was
concerned. He liked the feeling of Mulder restraining him, his arms raised so that his
hands were by his ears and Fox's thumbs rubbing sensually on the insides of his
wrists. Lust-darkened green eyes stared up into heated hazel, and his tongue
appeared momentarily to moisten lips dried out from panting.
Mulder smiled and twitched his wings, the feathers dragging across the head of
Alex's weeping, purple cock. The shudders this produced in the other man nearly
drove him past control, but he hung on. He flexed his wings again and again,
stroking and teasing Alex, who writhed beneath him, pleasuring Mulder as he did.
Alex squirmed, incredibly aroused by the "feather-job" he was getting and the
sensation of Mulder buried deep inside him, motionless. He begged; he pleaded; he
screamed desperately. Nothing made Mulder move or stop stroking his wings over
Alex. The sensation began deep inside him, a tidal wave of pleasure rushing through
him, and he exploded, drenching Fox's wings with his seed, crying Fox's name over
and over.
As soon as Alex started to come, Mulder began to move, pulling back until only the
head remained inside Alex, then pushing forward until his balls pressed against
Alex's ass. He kept that up as Alex came, massaging his prostate and increasing his
pleasure. Alex whimpered, feeling the pleasure building up again even before the
last spurts of his orgasm had subsided. He was vaguely aware of noises around
them, but all that he was really conscious of was Fox's erection inside his body, Fox's
thoughts inside his mind, Fox's hands on him, Fox's eyes. He wasn't entirely sure
that they were still two separate entities, and he couldn't bring himself to care.
Fox took Alex's mouth in a kiss that laid claim to him even while giving himself to
Alex. They belonged to each other now, and nothing, not even heaven itself,
mattered more to them. Neither knew which had had the thought, so completely
entwined were their minds, but they were in complete agreement. As their minds
merged, so did their bodies, the pleasure ebbing and peaking, and each felt what the
other did in addition to his own sensations.
Fox's grip on Alex's arms shifted, sliding along until he could lace their fingers
together, and they held one another while they stared into each other's eyes as the
world came apart around them.
Fox collapsed, panting, on top of Alex, vaguely wondering how it was that Alex's
wings weren't hurting him, squashed under both their body weights. He felt Alex
sense the thought and his answering confusion. They opened their eyes to check it
out and discovered that Alex had reflexively spread his wings so they didn't get
caught under him. The result was that they were framed by his wings, and when he
raised them slightly and Mulder curved his around them, they were cocooned in a
feathered bower.
Fox lowered his head once more, taking Alex's mouth in a tender kiss this time.
Neither of them was ready to talk about it yet, but as deep inside each other's minds
as they were, they were aware of their feelings for one another. In time, they would
deal with that. For now, however, they were going to have to stop hiding behind
their wings and see what destruction they'd wreaked this time.
With a deep breath, Mulder folded his wings back and carefully withdrew from Alex
to sit up and look around. He tried to pull back from Alex's mind at the same time
as well, and both men gasped at the pain. As soon as he did, he yelped in pain of
another nature, as a chunk of the ceiling dropped on his head. Mulder glared
upward in insult.
Alex snickered.
Mulder pouted.
Alex kissed it better.
Mulder snuggled against him, carefully ignoring the scene of total destruction
around them.
Alex hugged him close. "So," he sighed, "now what?"
Back Door to Heaven IV
by Orithain
After a few minutes in the van with Scully driving, Krycek poked Mulder in the ribs
with his elbow. He got a glare from his trouble. Krycek opened his mouth to speak,
then noticed Scully watching them in the rearview. So instead, he leaned in close to
Mulder, licking and nibbling at his throat. He kept that up—leaving a nice mark of
ownership on Mulder as a fringe benefit—until Scully returned her attention to the
road with a disdainful snort.
