Alex Krycek grinned. "Am not."
The older man, wire-frame reading glasses perched on his nose,
looked up at him. "I can feel it." Alex had a sudden image of
Mulder as a college professor, the one everyone had a crush on.
//You have no idea what I'll do to get an A, but you'll soon find
out...//
Alex sprawled on his back across the free space of the motel room
table and slithered to where he wanted to be, next to the computer
and near Mulder's arm. He knew it looked odd for him to be doing
that while wearing the remains of his suit, but he thought the image
added a little extra spice to the seduction. "Maybe I was, then.
What did it feel like?" he asked in a soft, husky voice he knew
drove his lover insane.
"Like being pinned under a magnifying glass as the sun starts to
come down," Mulder said, obviously trying to stay distant, but his
eyes sparkled behind the oddly sexy glasses.
"I don't think so." Alex started to caress the bare forearm next to
him, tracing circles in the short hairs. He appreciated how easy
those rolled-up sleeves made things for him. He appreciated how
easy Mulder made things for him... "Try again."
Mulder took a deep breath and closed his yes. "Like sunlight on a
spring day, diffusing into my skin..."
Alex reached up and pulled the older man's lips down to his to
meet in a searching kiss. Mulder immediately acquiesced, even
though the position had to be uncomfortable. "Join me on the
table," Alex said against those soft lips.
Mulder smiled. "It looks painful."
"Compared to what you're doing now? Besides, we've done motel
room beds before. I want to branch out. I'm in the FBI; I want
to do some investigating."
Mulder leapt up onto the table and straddled him much faster than
he expected. //Not that I mind. Every day, in every way, I'm
influencing him more and more...// The glasses continued their
slide down that distinctive nose. Combined with the rumpled dress
shirt, tie, and pants, they made Mulder look like a debauched
wet dream of a college professor.
As far as assignments went, this one was a breeze. Climb the
hierarchy's ladder by seducing and manipulating a gorgeous man?
//Don't know, sirs, I think I need some time to think about it...//
This job promised to be long term and full of fringe benefits,
especially now that he had Mulder wrapped around his finger.
And other body parts.
It had been so easy. Give Mulder someone who listened to him
and didn't immediately strike down his ideas as insane, and you
had the hook sunk in. Alex had been amazed and appalled that
Mulder had no one who did that for him but had quickly taken
advantage of that lack. Once you had him hooked, you only
needed a little affection, spiced with some slightly kinky sex, to
reel him in.
//Maybe the slightly kinky sex is actually for me. Not that he's
complaining.//
It was all more than worth it. Mulder was his ticket to the top, and
nothing could stop Alex now. //And if you're really good, Mulder,
there may be a future in it for you too.//
Being really good, Mulder draped himself down Alex's body and
slowly rubbed his erection against his captive's. The two layers of
wool between them only heightened the friction. Alex moaned and
let his hands wander under the waistband of his partner's pants to
pinch the cheeks of one of the firmest asses he'd ever had the
pleasure of becoming intimately acquainted with.
"Are you sure you want it this way?" Mulder murmured into Alex's
ear before he started to nibble at the lobe.
"You have to ask?"
Mulder sat up again and unfastened his partner's pants while Alex
reciprocated. //A mutual seduction is always good...// Mulder
stood on the table and knocked his head against the lamp, to Alex's
amusement. That amusement turned to something else as the older
man discarded all of his clothing. Some lovers would make it a
striptease, others a fast dash, but Mulder just took them off as
naturally as if he stood on tables stripping every day. //There's an
idea...//
Alex took advantage of the time to remove his own clothing. He
could already feel the hard table hurting his spine, but he couldn't
back down now, not when it had been his own idea. The table
gambit reinforced his image as an adoring, eager-to-please protege.
He knew too well the importance people placed on appearances.
To him, only the reality mattered. But still...
//I can top from the bottom just fine, but next time, Fox, you'll be
the one on your back.//
But then Mulder started to nuzzle that spot on the back of Alex's
neck that always drove him insane, making everything much
better. //That eidetic memory is so useful... What am I
complaining about?
//He's their favorite boy, and I have him in my pocket. If I give
him enough time and reveal myself slowly, it won't matter to him
when I show him my true face. I'm not going to fuck up my own
advancement, and having Mulder controlled means too much to
them for them to do it either.//
He'd won Mulder's trust. How hard could the rest of it be?
THE END
The Best Laid Plans
by Viridian5
The rapid clicking of keyboard keys stopped. "You're staring at
me," Mulder said as he looked away from his laptop. "I can't
finish the field report like this."
