Skirting the Issue
Suddenly, he choked on his drink, staring in disbelief at a familiar pair of
green eyes. Even though they now showed sheer horror, he immediately
recognized those eyes surrounded by thick lashes that he'd last seen in his
bed over a month ago.
"Alex." His lips shaped the word, but no sound escaped him.
Krycek's gaze darted around the room desperately, seeking an escape route.
Mulder watched him carefully, taking note of the faint tremors wracking him
and checking out every detail of his appearance. Alex actually looked pretty
good in the black leather miniskirt and heels, although Mulder didn't much
like the blond wig. In fact, if not for those unforgettable eyes, he'd never
have recognized the sometime assassin. Eyeing the sheer stockings and smooth
legs beneath them, Mulder wondered if his legs were the only thing Alex had
shaved. He looked forward to finding out.
He remembered his disappointment the day after his birthday when he woke up
and Krycek was gone. He'd expected it, knowing that he'd scared the hell out
of the younger man by being affectionate, but he'd still hoped to find Alex in
bed beside him. This time he was going to handcuff the rat to the bed to make
sure he didn't leave before Mulder was ready for him to.
Krycek looked distinctly nervous now. He watched Mulder look him over, trying
to ignore how his cock twitched under the warm regard of those hazel eyes, and
he wondered what the other man would do. Mulder had to be pretty pissed at him
for the seduction and his disappearing act, not to mention the litany of other
evils he usually accused him of.
But Krycek was working in this bar, and unless he wanted to find another place
to hide from the Smoking Man's hitmen, he'd better start performing. He
couldn't believe he was going to have to do this while Mulder watched. He
glanced over, praying that Mulder had somehow evaporated in a puff of smoke,
but no such luck. He was still sitting there, watching Alex with interest.
Alex held in a whimper through sheer determination and stepped up onto the
elevated stage as his music started. He moved to the beat, the rhythm seizing
hold of him as he twisted sensuously, easily capturing the attention of nearly
every man in the place. But for once he was unable to lose himself in the
music, his attention held by the lanky man staring at him lustfully, full lips
parted as he leaned toward Alex like metal drawn to a magnet. Alex suddenly
realized that somewhere along the line he'd begun dancing for Mulder alone,
every movement of his body an invitation. And it looked very much like Mulder
intended to take him up on it.
Mulder watched Alex dance. Despite the feminine attire which should have made
him look ridiculous, Alex practically oozed sex appeal. It was the attraction
of an animal confident in itself, unconscious and therefore even more
attractive. Mulder watched every ripple of every muscle in the legs exposed to
his gaze, and he looked forward to seeing them ripple as they wrapped around
him. Considering Alex's attire tonight, it was only fair that Mulder take him
this time, he mused with a grin.
Their eyes met at that moment, and Alex missed a step at the heat he saw in
Mulder's eyes. He wouldn't have cared if the entire Consortium and every
federal agent in the country walked in just then, as long as they didn't come
between him and Mulder and a bed.
Finally, the music ended, and Alex stepped down from the stage directly in
front of Mulder. Neither of them noticed the envious looks being thrown their
way, so engrossed were they in each other.
Mulder got straight to the point. "Have you stopped running, Alex?"
Green eyes flashed up to meet hazel. "You know that I can't stay. You know
why."
Mulder nodded. "I know. But I also know that you must have periods when you
could be here. If you wanted to. I know I can't find you when you don't want
to be found, and I know that there are a lot of things we need to talk about,
but can't we try? I missed you." He said the last defiantly.
Alex gasped. No one had ever said that to him before, at least not since he
was a very young child. He stared at Mulder like a child looking in the window
of a candy store, and when Mulder held out his hand to him, he reached out and
took it.
Mulder stood up, drawing Alex toward the door.
"Mulder, wait. I have an apartment upstairs." When Mulder hesitated, he added,
"We can't go to your place, Fox. With all the surveillance there, I'd be dead
within minutes."
Mulder nodded and let Alex lead him to his apartment, staying back a bit while
following him up the stairs for the sheer pleasure of watching his legs in
that skirt. The instant they were inside the apartment, Alex was stripping off
his clothes, kicking the shoes into a corner as he pulled off the loose blouse
he wore. Mulder reached out and yanked the blond wig off his head, breathing a
sigh of pleasure when he saw the familiar dark hair emerge. Staring at Mulder
the whole time, Alex stepped out of the leather skirt, smirking at the
expression on Mulder's face when he saw the g-string and thigh high stockings
that Alex wore.
"Take them off," Mulder rasped.
"What, you don't think they're sexy?" Alex teased.
"Take them off or I'll fucking rip them off. I want to see you, feel you."
Alex grinned, pulled off the g-string, and turned around to roll the stockings
down his legs, wiggling his ass at Mulder as he did.
A low growl was his only warning before Mulder pounced.
Mulder had unfastened his pants while Alex was stripping and slathered on some
lube from the tube conveniently lying on the table—he did not want to know
—so he simply stepped up behind the tease and pushed home.
Alex cried out wordlessly.
Mulder forced himself to still. "Am I hurting you?"
"A ... aaahhhh... a little. Fuck, don't stop! You feel so good, Foxy...
mmmm. God, harder, fuck me harder." Alex thrust back wantonly against his
lover, loving the feeling of being filled by him.
Having thought about this nearly every moment since he'd last been with Alex,
Fox knew he wouldn't last long. He reached around to grasp Alex's cock,
stroking it at first softly, teasingly, then harder, faster, just like his
thrusts into Alex's ass.
"Fooooxxyyyyy!!" Alex wailed his name as he came, and Mulder muffled his own
cry in Alex's shoulder, biting down hard as he exploded into Alex.
He leaned on the younger man as he caught his breath, then carefully pulled
out of him and dropped down onto the sofa. Alex, still wearing one stocking,
turned to face him with a wary expression on his face.
//I thought it was supposed to be the fox at bay,// Mulder couldn't help
thinking, a faint smirk passing over his face.
"We need some ground rules, Alex."
If anything, Krycek looked more nervous.
"I'm not going to ask you to tell me anything that will endanger you. I won't
try to arrest you, shoot you, punch you or anything along those lines. I don't
expect you to start killing my enemies or anything," he missed the faint smile
that crossed Alex's face at that, "but in return I want some guarantees from
you."
"What?" Suspiciously.
"When you're in town, you're mine."
Alex just stared.
"No more stupid games, no vanishing in the middle of the night, and above all,
no one else."
Alex stared some more, unable to believe that he was being offered paradise.
There had to be a catch. "I can't go to your apartment all the time. Half the
world either bugs it or breaks in on a regular basis."
"So we'll find someplace else. But that's what I want from you. Take it or
leave it." Mulder stared back stubbornly.
Hope began to blossom inside Alex. "Deal." And they sealed it with a kiss.
Challenges of Everyday Life II
by Orithain
It had been a long day, a long week, and Mulder was really looking forward to
relaxing in peaceful anonymity at one of his favorite bars. He'd convinced
Scully that he'd be fine, gone home just long enough to change and was now
happily settled with a glass of whiskey, watching the entertainment. The
management here used a combination of women and transvestites, and Mulder
enjoyed trying to figure out which were which.
