Powerplay
He struck one and the flare from it threw a bright light over his features. Brown hair
falling in unruly hanks over his forehead,
sleepy hazel eyes and a generous mouth with a full bottom lip. He lit the pillar
candle on the bedside table and a soft warm
glow fell over the room. Repositioning himself against the headboard, he settled
back while the other body moved in and
snuggled deeper into his bare chest. Smiling, he closed his eyes thinking that it
couldn't get much better than this.
The sleepy eyed man was leaning against a pillow and playing in an absent minded
kind of way with his lover's hair. He
stroked and patted it, then he leaned down and kissed it. He looked at the head and
decided his lover was right, in this case
short hair was better than long. He knew he could get used to it. It stunned him
when he had first seen it. He wasn't very
complimentary about it either. He chalked it up to a bad day and a fighting kind of
mood. God, it seemed so long ago. In a way
it was, but time wasn't always a good measure. He shook his head and smiled. He
inhaled the sweet, familiar scent and felt its
sleekness. He did this so gently, so softly that he was certain his lover never felt it.
He leaned in again and was at once
surprised by the warm and pliant lips that suddenly met him halfway.
Two hands caressed his face then held it tight. He placed his hands over them and
pulled them away to mouth the fingers, one
by one. He looked at the hands held in his and wondered how they could be so
strong yet so gentle; so elegant and at the same
time hard. He smiled into them and remembered how those hands had soothed his
fevered brow during the throes of a nightmare
and held him close when he walked that fine edge of sanity. How they were capable
of teasing and tormenting his body into
mind altering orgasms and had done exactly that more times than he could
remember. Those same hands had slapped him hard
to bring him back to his senses and the next moment cupped his face with such
gentleness that even now, his breath caught in
his throat at the memory. He held the hands close to his cheeks and stared hard into
the smoldering eyes of his lover and at that
precise moment believed in the existence of a higher being. He didn't want to spoil
the moment with words but in the end his
curiosity won out.
"You can't sleep?"
"No, but it's alright. I like this, it feels good." The voice sounded so young and
innocent.
"Good, I'd hate to think it was one-sided."
"Never."
He watched as a beautiful smile slowly illuminated the sleepy young face. Smiling,
he slid down from his position against the
pillow and was vaguely aware that his thoughts shattered as he slipped his tongue
into the icy hot wet waiting mouth. He
groaned slightly while he fought the power and control he secretly craved. The
intensity of the kiss deepened and the grip that
had held his face moved to catch his hands and bring them above his head. Now the
gentle hands turned strong and iron-like as
they held his firmly in place.
"Keep them there."
The voice was soft but dangerous. He knew it wasn't quite an order... not yet. He
also knew better than to refuse the request.
He bit his lip, nodded just once, gripped the bottom of the headboard and gave up a
silent prayer to an unseen god.
The kisses began again in earnest as the simultaneously hot and cold mouth sought
out the most sensitive part of his neck. He
marveled at his ability to remain in one place while that insistent mouth covered his
neck and jawline with soft, wet kisses.
Then the hands sought out his nipples, pinched then soothed, replaying the scene
over and over. The fingers wouldn't stop no
matter how much he moaned. He knew that when the time came to pull on his
shirt, those same nipples would ache for the rest
of the day. They felt swollen, raw and erotically painful. His breath started coming
in jagged gasps. He felt he should make a
token gesture of... of what? Resistance? What the hell was that?! He laughed to
himself. He knew he had lost the battle, but it
didn't matter, there would be many more.
"Stop." He knew he was speaking but he barely heard his own half-hearted words.
"No... not yet," was the reply.
"You have to, please! I have..."
"Mulder, stop whining, it isn't even daylight yet. I have plenty of time. You don't
have to be in to work until what? Nine?"
He silently agreed and unconsciously moved to better position himself.
"I thought I told you to not to move!"
"No... you told me to 'keep them there'." Mulder waved his hands. "And I did, didn't
I"?
"Yes, right, you did. Happy? Now I'm telling you not to move. Can you do that?
Can you stay still?" The voice was drenched
in liquid fire, while the words were tipped with ice.
"OK... I won't move." Mulder put his hands over his head and gripped the base of the
headboard again. He wondered about the
strength of the wood as well as his resolve.
"Give me your word."
Deafening silence.
"Promise me or I will force the issue."
Busted.
"You have my word." Mulder's voice betrayed his outward calmness.
Oh God, what have I done... again! was Mulder's last thought as he looked into the
narrowed eyes. He was amazed at the
change of color. Gone were the greens that reminded him of grass after an early
evening spring rain. That hue had been replaced
by the darker color of oak leaves bathed in the late afternoon sun. Sinfully lush dark
lashes framed the eyes. The shape was so
perfect there were no words fit for the description.
I remember noticing them first, he thought. Those eyes looked into mine and saw
through all of the bullshit. Right in the middle
of the damned office, saw through me as if every thought were captured in clear
glass. It made no difference what I said. It was
all a lie. Those eyes knew it. I had lost. I didn't even know then, and I don't care
now.
Those same beautiful eyes crinkled and Mulder realized that there was a smile to go
with them. He need to only look at the
mouth to confirm that suspicion. He shifted his gaze and was rewarded with one of
those blindingly brilliant smiles. He felt
blessed as he knew he was usually the only one who ever saw them.
"I knew you'd play it my way Mulder!"
Play? Play?! thought Mulder. This isn't a game, this is all or nothing and I just gave
up my soul.
The mouth with its beautiful sensual smile began its cruel work again.This time
retracing the same path the fingers had started
while Mulder struggled to keep his word. Lips, teeth and tongue worked their
collective magic down the length of Mulder's
body. Pausing only to spend a bit more time nipping or suckling a sensitive spot.
Mulder watched the dark mahogany haired head move south down his body. He
willed it to keep going. He begged with slight
movements of his body. He thought of that beautiful face, with that mouth and
those eyes with those impossibly dark and full
lashes and he started to buck even more. Strong hands held him tightly and
commanded without any words. It was an action
that demanded compliance and accepted nothing less than his complete submission.
A fine sheen of sweat had begun building as Mulder strove with all he was worth to
remain still. Just once he let go of the
headboard and those green eyes shot him a look that would freeze hell. He was in it
now for the long haul. He had given his
word. No movement. He was pretty sure he still had his voice though, and he
wasn't above begging.
"Please." It was barely a whisper. He couldn't even recognize it as a voice, let alone
as his own.
"Please? Please what Fox? What do you want? What do you need? This? Is this what
you want?"
Quiet. A threat hidden in velvet. The head dipped back down and the mouth sucked
and nipped at the sensitive skin on
Mulder's inner thigh, leaving wet trails in its wake. Soft, sucking kisses moving so
close, so impossibly close to the straining
cock and swollen aching balls, then suddenly stopping. The strong hands held his
slim hips firmly in place. Mulder moaned and
bit down on his lip so hard he nearly drew blood. That mouth felt so good, so good
and he wanted more of the icy heat. He was
shameless with his begging and he didn't care what he had to say or do to get what
he wanted.
"Oh God Alex! Please... please. I..." His voice sounded ragged, pained and raw to his
ears. His knuckles were white against the
headboard and his body arched off the bed. He moved to release his grip.
The movement did not go unnoticed.
"You gave me your word, Fox."
Quietly dangerous. Alex had no other emotion in his voice.
Sometimes I can be such a cock tease that I even amaze myself, he thought, smiling
ruefully.
"Alex, please! Do you want me to beg? Is that what you want?"
Quiet, strained, agonized. Mulder's voice mirrored his body and proved how close
he was to the edge, to crossing the invisible
line between pleasure and pain.
It was that voice that Alex had wanted to hear. To him, it was the music of angels
and Christmas mornings and birthdays rolled
into one.
"Shhh baby shhh, easy now, is it this? Will this make it all better?"
The question was so quiet, so simple, so gentle and pure. Mulder barely heard it.
Instead he felt it with every fiber in his body.
He knew the torture would end. He knew he would be rewarded for keeping his
word. He knew he could let himself fall. He
could let go and Alex would be there to catch him, because even in the worst of
times, he was always there. Watching him,
guarding him, keeping him safe.
How safe I was and never knew it. Mulder smiled at the thought.
Alex's head turned up, his mouth caught Mulder's heavy balls and ever so gently
sucked and licked them, feeling them tighten
and draw close to his body.
Oh no, not yet you don't, I'm not finished with you yet, thought Alex, as he
encircled them with his thumb and finger and held
them down in place. He looked up at Mulder and drank in the sight of his arched
body, bathed in sweat. Muscles and tendons
standing out in stark relief against his slim neck and arms. He watched in
amazement as Mulder's mouth repeated the same
words over and over, so quietly that if he hadn't been looking directly at him, Alex
never would have known he was speaking at
all.
"Don't stop, please don't stop, pleasepleaseplease!"
Oh please God let me live through this sweet torture again. Please give me enough
strength to keep breathing, Mulder silently
prayed.
It's time, Alex thought.
With agonizing slowness Alex kissed and nipped his way up Mulder's cock to the
tip, encircling the crown with his tongue.
Swirling the tip softly, gently, caressing it and tasting the salty bittersweet fluid that
leaked in a steady stream. He lapped at it
as if it were mother's milk.
Essence of Fox. That's what it should be called, he thought, grinning like a Cheshire
cat.
He opened his mouth and slowly enveloped the silky hot cock. He sucked every
inch in until the tip was pressing the back of
his throat. Alex willed his throat to relax and took the last little bit. He sucked and
nibbled with a rhythm known only to them.
A rhythm forged between two people so comfortable with their love that words
were often times unnecessary to convey their
thoughts. He felt the cock twitch. He could have sworn that he actually felt it grow
in his mouth.
Alex had pulled up and off for barely a second when he heard Mulder groan in an
agony that he had often felt himself when
placed in this position.
He smiled and licked his lips, sliding up his lover's length to reach his face.
"Easy baby, it's just for a second or two," he reassured while looking into hazel eyes
that had become feverish with a want and
need almost more powerful than life itself. "You don't want to lose it just yet, do
you?"
Alex knew he wouldn't get an answer but he thought he'd ask anyway.
Surprisingly enough Mulder looked at him and mouthed the word 'no'. No voice,
just the shape of the word on his lips. Then he
spoke quietly, fervently.
"Kiss me Alex. Kiss me hard and long and deep and don't ever stop. Give me your
mouth. Give it to me now. Kiss me right
now... right now Alex... please."
The 'please' in the request stuck in Mulder's throat and almost didn't make it out.
His voice was hoarse and raw. It had a ground
glass quality as it forced its way out of his throat. It sounded almost like a dying
wish.
Alex had no choice but to comply, and he did so willingly.
He slid his body between Mulder's open thighs and lay on his chest. Painfully hard
cocks strained against each other. Rubbing,
caressing, sending respective owners into quiet madness for believing their
hardened cocks possessed a mind of their own.
Mulder drew in a sharp breath at the skin to skin contact against every raw nerve in
his body. He had talked himself down from
the rafters of intense need and settled nicely into the burning coals of desire. He
consciously fought the urge to take Alex and
bury himself to the hilt in his body. This one was Alex's call and he would do
everything he could to keep it that way. His
hands never left the polished wood of the headboard.
Alex cupped Mulder's face with such care and love that tears threatened Mulder's
hazel eyes.
Mouths met. Tongues did the age old dance of exploration. Fiery hot met icy cold. It
was hard to tell who owned what. Lips
alternately soft and pliant then hard and unyielding. Teeth clashed and gently
nipped at lips before them.
Mulder whimpered and begged with his body.
"What Fox?"
"Please, give me back my hands."
Such a simple raw request. Anyone else would have forgotten his promise to keep
still. Alex was amazed at Mulder. He
doubted he had the same self control as his lover.
"They're yours."
It happened in an instant. Mulder moved to flip Alex onto his back.
Instinctively Alex moved to fight but instead he chose to relax and let it happen.
He's getting better... faster. Pretty soon I won't have the choice! He closed his eyes
and reminded himself to think about that
later.
Alex was writhing under Mulder. Rock hard erections rubbed against each other.
The sensations felt like tiny electric shocks.
Hot slick skin came alive with raw nerve endings. Alex sucked in a breath between
clenched teeth and let out a high keening
sound.
Mulder's hands were everywhere on Alex's body. Touching, taunting, teasing and
tempting.
His mouth took on a life of its own. Kissing the hard edges of tendons in Alex's neck
as he turned his head and offered it up as a
sacrifice. His hands found hard nipples nestled in the sleek brown chest hairs. He
pinched and taunted the nubs. His hands gave
way to his mouth. He sucked and bit, drawing rasping groans from Alex.
Mulder grabbed Alex's hands and pushed them down and underneath Alex's body
causing him to arch his back. It made him
look vulnerable, almost helpless and Mulder ate the image with a spoon.
"Am I hurting you?"
"No, it's OK." The response was quiet, calculating but at the same time, almost
breathless.
"Good... my turn... keep them there... you don't want me to break out the hardware
now do you?" Mulder's voice took on a
steely edge, while his face broke into an evil smile.
A silent turn of the head, with eyes wide as saucers.
He was down on Alex's cock in a heartbeat. Sucking and nipping, licking and kissing
the swollen member. Mulder's mouth was
ruthless, unforgiving, no matter how Alex moaned and bucked. He dragged his
teeth up the length to the crown, relishing the
fact that it danced and twitched in his mouth the entire journey. While his mouth
worked the hard cock, his hand found the
heavy sac and rolled the engorged balls.
Alex's breathing was heavy and jagged as he ground out the one word he could
force his mouth to say.
"Fox."
"Mmmm? What?"
More of the same jagged breathing but no real words.
Mulder watched in fascination as his lover slowly moved his head from side to side.
Muscle and tendons dancing on his
stretched neck. Skin gleaming with sweat. Mouth open with teeth clenched.
"What?!" Mulder was pushing all of the right buttons and getting off on it. He
thought about these little power plays. They
didn't use them all of the time but each time they played games it got more intense.
It got better than the last time and he
wondered how this was humanly possible. How it could continue to get better,
hotter.
It wasn't a case of one upmanship, it was a way to allow the other reach new
heights. A way to increase the intensity of
pleasure. To bring it right to the edge.
Games gave them the chance to tear off the masks they wore day in and day out.
Games allowed them the chance to
experiment. Boundaries were set and respected. Neither ever knowingly crossed a
line that was drawn. Games that weren't
games. Their games were a release and held no recriminations. Everything they
experienced in each other's body was pure and
real.
No one was judged here in the space they shared; be it a room at one another's
home, stolen moments in a motel outside of the
city, sometimes even next to the car on a deserted street. They revelled in each
other's touch. It had taken quite a while to get to
this point. Now it seemed as if it had always been like this. The exchanging of power
was just as erotic now as it had been
when their relationship had started.
Power. Strength. Gentleness.
Mulder thought about two phrases he had heard and instantly loved. 'Power is the
ultimate aphrodisiac' and 'Nothing is so
strong as gentleness, nothing is so gentle as real strength.' He was reasonably sure
the authors never meant this type of
situation but it didn't matter.
"Say it Alex, tell me or I keep on like this and you stay in pre-orgasmic hell until I
decide it's time." I can be a cock tease too, he
thought while watching his lover's face contort in erotic pleasure.
"I need you."
A simple direct hit to his heart.
All bets were off as he stared dumbly in those ever changing green eyes.
That was not what he expected at all.
"Need. Need?" he repeated the word quietly while staring into Alex's eyes.
Alex had never said he needed him, never. No one had ever needed him before. A
few people had wanted him but none had
ever said need. Need was different. He couldn't imagine anyone ever needing him
and certainly not Alex. Cocksure and proud of
it; that was Alex. He could take care of himself. Nothing stopped him, nothing threw
him, not even his own fear. Most people
believed his self confidence a thin veil for arrogance.
Not a hard thing to do, as memory after memory flashed through Mulder's mind.
Yet Alex gave it all up, his reputation, his pride, everything... just to keep me safe. If
the circumstances hadn't changed, he
would have allowed me to go on hating him rather than compromise his mission. It
was that important. I was that important.
Mulder's thoughts drifted into a tangled heap. He never imagined that Alex
could... would... ever need anyone, even him. Need,
no... that concept was more alien to him that the ones he chased for a living.
"Dammit Fox! Shelve the psychocrap that's screaming in your head! Make love to
me now and analyze me later, OK? I can't
take it anymore. I really can't! I just..." It was a harsh strangled whisper. A whisper
steeped in the agony of a man past his
limits.
That choked sound brought Mulder back to his senses.
He looked as Alex's body writhed under his own. He saw the painfully hard cock
and knew it was time to bring it all home
before it was too late.
"OK, OK, shhh... c'mon I'm gonna make it all better... you want that? Hmmm? You
want me to make it better? God I love
looking at you like this. I wish you could see yourself the way I do right now. All
hot and slick, your cock begging for
attention. Your eyes shining so brightly and your skin so flushed. Beautiful, just
beautiful."
Mulder kept whispering inane things in a singsong voice to his lover while finding
what he needed. He doubted seriously that
Alex heard him. He felt bad, he felt he had overstepped a line somewhere but he
couldn't figure out where or when it had
happened. He knew Alex's whole body had become an erogenous zone. Any touch
would send him over the edge. He leaned in,
kissed him lightly and ran his tongue over the parted lips. Damn he tastes
good... and kissed him again, drinking in all he could.
Alex turned onto his stomach but he kept slithering like a snake over the rumpled
bedclothes that had been through this scene
before. Mulder knew why too. Been there, done that, he smiled at the thought. Any
contact, any friction was better than
nothing. Sweet friction that pulled you higher and higher.
Mulder looked at the semi prone body before him. It was slick and flushed. He ran
his finger down the length of the spine to
the ass and was rewarded with soft moans. He repeated the same movement with
his lips and tongue.
The sight was surreal. Alex was practically on his knees and his sweet tight ass was
raised and waiting.
Mulder reached underneath him and ran his hand up the beautifully erect cock. It
jumped and twitched, he massaged the tight
balls gently and slowly. Let's drop them just a bit, just to keep it interesting, to keep
you from exploding on impact, Mulder
told him with gentle actions in place of words.
"You are such a prick Fox, you know that?" The words came out in a half groan.
"You've never complained before, and do you really think you should be calling
me names when you are in this position?"
Softly taunting, but no real edge.
Alex could actually hear the smile in Mulder's voice. He looked over his shoulder to
see Mulder rummaging around in the bed,
grinning like he didn't have a care in the world.
"You look ten years younger when you smile, you should do it more often."
Mulder looked up from what he was doing, slid alongside Alex and kissed his
shoulder tenderly.
"I'll work on it, OK?"
He moved back and found the lube from between the rumpled sheets. He spread a
generous amount on his fingers and palm. He
held and warmed it to a comfortable temperature. He coated his finger and found
Alex's anus. He swirled his finger over the
opening and felt it flower a bit. He slipped his coated finger in the hot chamber
millimeter by millimeter. Alex groaned and
bucked slightly, trying to push back onto the welcome intrusion.
"Hey now, no fair... no jumping the gun here!"
Mulder gave the ass a light swat just to show he meant business and was rewarded
with a quiet laugh.
He kept his finger inside for a moment only to remove it and replace it with two
coated ones. He massaged and stroked and
widened the tight chamber. He turned his fingers and found the gland that would
send Alex into orbit. He scraped over it once
and watched the reaction.
Alex moaned loudly, his whole body jerked and tensed. He drew a deep breath
through clenched teeth and held it for a moment
before expelling it. Mulder repeated the action while smearing the rest of the lube
on his own cock and giving it a couple of tugs
for good measure.
"Hey... I want to see your face this time Š c'mon, turn over and let me swim in your
eyes... will you do that for me? Let me
drown in them... I know it sounds cliché but I mean it Alex... please?"
Alex rolled to his back and locked eyes with the man before him. He took in every
detail of the flushed face and smiled. He
couldn't remember if he had ever seen a more erotic sight. Mulder's eyes were
shining, his cheeks were damp and flushed, his
hair was mussed and falling softly over his forehead.
Love. That's what it was and it was written all over his face. This wasn't just a simple
sex flush, this was the real thing and he
wore it like it was made for him. Because it was.
"Now, Fox."
He brought his knees up tight to his chest, held his breath, looked into Mulder's
eyes and waited.
Slowly, gently Mulder pushed the head of his cock against the tight opening. He met
resistance but he pushed a little harder
and the head slid in slowly.
Alex gripped the sheets with balled fists and squeezed his eyes closed.
"No no... open your eyes! Let me see them. Let me see how I make you feel. Show
me."
Alex opened his eyes slowly. Mulder was captured and hypnotized.
Alex began to rock slightly and Mulder pushed a little harder to meet each
movement. He slid his legs over Mulder's shoulders
and arched his back so he could feel the cock drive into his core. He reached
between them and stroked his swollen cock with a
fury he didn't know he possessed.
Slicker, faster, deeper, harder, hotter. No room to breathe or think. Every nerve
ending sizzled.
Alex believed that if he died at this precise moment, his life would have been
worthwhile. He felt a sense of contentment, of
purpose and fulfillment which he didn't think possible. No, not that it couldn't
happen, he just never thought it would. That
his job, the endlessly complicated task of running defense between Fox Mulder and
the movers and shakers who wanted him
out of the way, would turn from a challenging exercise in quick thinking and ready
lying to a vocation, an act of faith and love.
He looked up at Mulder, his hair and face sweat soaked, his eyes blazing as he
rocked toward a powerful orgasm. The last thing
he remembered was touching the wet, parted lips and trying to form words. Mulder
smiled one of those rare knock 'em dead
kind of smiles and Alex slid over the edge into ecstasy, taking Mulder with him.
Each man watched while the other found his own private heaven.
They awoke within minutes of each other. Alex first. He shifted his Position slightly
and caught Mulder's hand as it made its
way up his chest.
"Hey?" His voice soft, silky and full of unspoken emotion.
"Yeah?" Came the answer. Sleepy and half muffled in his chest.
Alex smiled and opened his eyes to look at his lover.
What a sight. Arms and legs peeking out from beneath the sheets that had
somehow gotten mixed in the frey. Long legs all
askew, they reminded Alex of a young animal, maybe a long-legged colt. A lightly
muscled back with a slim waist and hips.
God, just look at those legs, a work of art: lean, toned and strong. Not an ounce of
fat on that beautiful body. Years of running
and swimming toned and chiseled it to perfection. Solitary exercise. Fox was never
into group things. Solitary sports challenged
him to better himself, for his own sake, no one else's. He wasn't much of a team
player. He'd warmed up a bit though. Alex
smiled at the images, both in his mind and in front of him.
"Fox... you awake?"
"Mmmm...I imagine that depends on what you have in mind, you're younger than
me, and it takes me more than five minutes to
re charge the batteries."
"I know that." Alex chuckled softly. "I just wanted to make sure I hadn't caused
cardiac arrest!"
"Oh very funny Alex. I'd love to see you try to explain that one to your boss... better
yet... Skinner!"
Mulder's peals of laughter ended abruptly when he looked at the digital clock and
the numbers 8:00 loomed larger than life.
"Oh fuck..."
"We just did Fox and you said you needed more time..."
"Alex, it's eight o'clock and I'm going to be late if I don't get moving right now. I get
the shower first."
"Why?"
"It takes me longer to wash my hair than it takes you!"
"After a crack like that, how fast can you move Mulder?"
Mulder was laughing and off the bed moving towards the closet at a fast clip. He
pulled out a jet black suit and hung it over the
door. Then he pulled out a charcoal gray suit and hung it on the other side of the
door. He turned to look at Alex, still on the
bed, and caught him smiling while checking his weapon in its shoulder holster. He
placed it back on the nightstand next to
Mulder's waist holster and returned the stare.
"Alex, you've got that look and I'm running late. What are you smiling about?"
"Hmmm? Nothing."
"Bullshit."
"If you must know, I was thinking about how much I enjoy watching your ass at
work because I can come back here and spend
the night watching your ass in bed... magnificent sight that it is. Is that OK with
you?"
Mulder walked back to the side of the bed and knelt down to look directly into
Alex's ever changing eyes.
"Oh yeah... it's more than OK, because now I know that it is me you're watching. It
was always me you were watching.
Keeping me safe, no matter what the cost."
Alex reached for Mulder's face and ran a finger from temple to jaw curling his
fingers under Mulder's chin, holding it in place.
"Keep this in mind Fox; before it was professional, now it's personal, very personal."
Alex smoothed his thumb up Mulder's chin to his mouth and ran it over his bottom
lip. He leaned in and replaced the thumb
with his own mouth and slid his tongue through the parted lips. The kiss started out
so soft, so slow and gentle, just the
whisper of pressure. It intensified as Alex pulled Mulder up to the bed, pushing him
down onto the mattress. He covered him
with his body, never breaking the kiss.
Alex pushed away a few troublesome thoughts that were vying for recognition in
his head. All he wanted to think about was
how good Fox's body felt under his. How sweet his mouth tasted and how much he
cared for this man who had once sworn
revenge against him. That was all that mattered now, everything else could wait.
Mulder broke the kiss by gently pressing Alex on the chest.
"I won't be good for anything if we keep up like this." Mulder was saying the words
but not believing them for a minute.
"I don't know about that Fox, I think you'd probably be good for something."
end
These Men of Honor VI
by Phyre
The room was dark. Not pitch black dark but more the type of dark with shadings
so subtle you might miss them at first
glance. The shadings were caused by a very faint light from the street, filtered
through the semi closed curtains, casting filmy
patterns over the room. The lovers lay quietly in the rumpled bed, arms and legs
tangled in sheets that had lost the fight to
remain attached to the bed. One of the bodies pulled up slightly, stretched then
leaned to a table on his left and found matches.
