"I can make it to the door. Just fine. You'll see," Mulder said in that very
careful way drunks did when they didn't want the world to realize they were
drunk. Frohike just rolled his eyes. Then Mulder seemed to get an entirely
different thought. "Hey, Byers, ya wanna come in for a nightcap?"
"I think you've had enough, Mulder," Langly said. "Go home."
Mulder's whole face fell. "Nobody loves me. Nobody. Even you three have each
other."
"Everything will be better in the morning," Byers said softly, kindly, then
took another good look at how soused Mulder was and amended, "Well, maybe
the afternoon."
"Nope. It'll still be Christmas. 'Night, boys." Mulder wandered to the door
of his building and let himself in after much fumbling.
As Langly slid the side door shut, Byers asked, "He just propositioned me,
didn't he?"
"Sure did, Princess," Langly answered.
"So that's why you got so nasty with him."
"Nasty? Stern but loving is more like it."
"You're so cute when you're jealous."
"Go to hell."
"We wanted to make him happy, but we just made him drunk."
"We did our best, just like last year," Frohike said as he shifted the van
into drive. "Short of giving him a Christmas miracle, there's nothing we can
do."
Mulder knew he had the key to his door on this ring. Knew it. Maybe he'd be
able to get it if he weren't so blitzened. He let his head fall against the
door.
Fucking Christmas. He knew the boys meant well, but Thanksgiving and
Christmas were forever entwined with Samantha's disappearance and the
disintegration of his family. One of the most family-centered holidays on
the calendar could only remind him of the things he'd lost. He couldn't even
call Scully tonight because she had gone to see her family. Wasn't fair to
bring her down with him anyway.
He finally got the door open and immediately knew something was wrong. He
didn't have his gun but turned on the light anyway. And gaped.
Krycek sprawled on Mulder's couch. That might not have been so unusual, but
the way he was dressed.... If he had been merely twisted, he might have
dressed in a Santa costume. Instead, he'd dressed as an X-rated version of
Mrs. Claus: with a short, short red velvet dress lined with white fur at the
hem of the tiny, flouncy skirt and top of the bodice, a black leather corset
laced tight, his pale shoulders bare except for the straps to his prosthetic
arm, black vinyl evening gloves topped with white fur, and his long expanse
of fishnet-clad legs capped in shiny vinyl boots topped with ruffs of white
fur. A shift of those legs showed that they were clad in thigh-highs with
black straps leading up to a black, lacy garter belt.... All that black
provided more contrast for the red bow tied around his erect cock. Mulder
looked up and away desperately and saw that a fur-lined red velvet Santa hat
with fur pom-pom topped Alex's head.
//Please let this be a dream or the DTs. I don't want this to be real. Then
again, if this is somewhere in my mind, I'm in deep shit.//
Krycek playfully dangled something in his right hand. Mulder saw leather
straps and buckles... reins with jingle bells and a harness. Antlers on a
headband rested on the table.
A million retorts struggled through his mind, but Mulder choked out, "You
want to play Mrs. Claus and the Naughty Reindeer?"
Krycek smirked. "You've been a very bad boy, Mulder."
//Oh, hell, this is actually starting to appeal to me....// "Gee, Mrs.
Claus, I wouldn't want to piss off Santa... I really don't need any coal."
Krycek's arousal tented the tiny skirt, making it even less concealing. "And
I see you've already put up the tree."
"It's fucking 3 a.m. I got impatient." Looking at Mulder only made Alex more
so. As good as the man looked in a leather coat and jeans, he would look
even better clad just in that harness....
Mulder figured that the only thing to do with a skirt like the one Alex wore
was crawl under it. "Well, at least you waited to let me trim it." Mulder
was on his knees immediately, with thoughts of tree skirts dancing through
his alcohol-fogged brain. He wanted this so badly. Only Alex could appeal to
his lust and warped sense of humor at the same time.
The lace of the garter belt felt a bit harsh against Mulder's face, but the
bow and the underside of the skirt felt so soft, but in different ways. The
softness of silk against the softness of velvet. Softest of all was the
skin, sheathing wonderful hardness. Mulder caressed it with his tongue,
drawing warm circles and dipping into the slit. Then Mulder wrapped his gift
with his mouth and started to suck.
Alex leaned, boneless, against the wall and gasped. "I knew the thigh-highs
were a good idea. Fishnet tights get tangled up around your legs, and you
have to wear underwear with them because your unmentionables can get trapped
in some really painful ways...."
Mulder chuckled against the throbbing flesh in his mouth, making Alex moan.
The sound became more plaintive when Mulder pulled away, letting the cock
drop from his lips with one lingering kiss to its head. "Trust me," Mulder
said before he started to suck on three of his own fingers.
"It should be my choice if I want to return a gift," Alex said with a slow
smile, as he saw where this was heading.
"I'm just getting you an upgrade." Mulder's mouth returned to its candy cane
as those fingers made slow progress back, stroking Alex' trembling balls,
then his perineum, than further back, circling, teasing... before thrusting
those fingers up, one at a time.
Alex became more vocally appreciative but less comprehensible once Mulder
synchronized the sucking and stroking, with Alex assisting his former
partner in any way he could. At least Mulder seemed to know what he meant.
It felt so damned good, even with how cold those fingers were.... Hell, the
cold seemed to add something. He bucked and writhed and made the prettiest
sounds of enjoyment he could manage. He also had to keep reminding himself
to loosen his death grip on Mulder's hair. He exploded into that hot
embrace, more than happy with Mulder's mouth around his cock and fingers up
his ass and the best still to come.
Mulder sat back with a happy-stunned look on his face that only deepened as
Alex swooped down for a long, deep kiss and took advantage of the moment to
pull his leather jacket off. One-handed. Mulder smirked and helped. "It's
been months, Alex."
"I've been busy. You got my e-mails?"
"Not the same."
"Obviously. I'm going to have to warm your hands up."
"You weren't complaining a moment ago."
"A moment ago, it added something. Now it's just annoying." After another
long kiss and Mulder losing his boots, Alex asked, "They got you drunk on
cheap beer?"
"They started with the good stuff and went on to the cheap when they figured
I was too drunk to tell the difference anymore."
"Wise. Now strip."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Don't make me use the riding crop."
"You brought a riding crop?"
Alex laughed at that eagerness. "Well, I am going to ride you...."
Mulder might have beaten some records for speed-stripping. Alex watched
appreciatively, his smile widening when Mulder put on the harness and
realized that it put a cold metal buckle atop each of his nipples. "You
think of everything," Mulder said.
"Damned right," Alex said as he admired the lean body of his mount. Mulder
was already erect and dripping for him.
Mulder jingled as he moved. "Do I have to wear the antlers?"
"Yes."
"You're lucky I'm so drunk and horny."
"Don't I know it." Alex picked up the riding crop and drew a gentle line
down Mulder's chest with it. "But first put your hand down my top. I come
bearing gifts."
"As always, but you coming is gift enough...." But Mulder obediently
rummaged, his chill fingers sometimes pinching an available nipple, until he
found the condom and small tin of slick. "It's red to match your outfit. You
put some forethought into this."
"This kind of demented originality takes some effort, even for me."
Mulder untied the bow around Alex's cock and smiled as his lover moaned at
the feel of the silk sliding away under caressing fingers. He stroked the
red condom on and followed it with heated slick. "I think we're almost ready
for the tree lighting ceremony," Mulder said.
"I see it more as the replanting of the tree. Now you prepare yourself
before putting the antlers on."
"I'm not—" The riding crop stung against his bare ass, and Mulder shivered.
"It's only punishment if I don't like it."
"I'll find a way."
"You would, too, you bastard...." Mulder slicked his fingers further and
slid them up inside. He writhed and groaned, accompanied by the jingling of
the bells on his reins, in sluttish abandon as he thoroughly finger-fucked
himself, watching with a grin as Alex looked ever hungrier as moments
passed. He stroked his dripping cock with his other hand but got his fingers
lightly smacked with the crop.
"Not yet. Now put the antlers on and get on your hands and knees."
"You're going to kiss my rug burn and make it all better?"
Alex thwapped Mulder's ass with the crop a few more times, but said, "I'll
kiss whatever I have to."
"I have to be out of my mind." Mulder put the antlers on and answered Alex's
laughter with, "Watch me pull a rabbit out of my hat."
Mulder went down his hands and knees, giving Alex the view he'd waited for.
The agent's ass was pink, shiny, and eager for his cock. Perfect. Alex
looped the reins around the hand of his prosthetic arm and grinned as the
ringing bells and delay made Mulder tremble with anticipation, not unlike a
racehorse waiting for the start....
Alex crouched above him and drew the riding crop over his erect cock,
between his balls, and then slid it in and out of him, over and over.
Panting, Mulder begged, "Alex, just fuck me please. I want your cock...."
Deciding that the torture had gone on long enough for them both, Alex pulled
out the crop and substituted it with the gift Mulder really wanted. Knowing
that the agent wanted to be ridden hard, he stroked in roughly, sheathing
himself to the balls in close heat, then started to thrust quickly and
deeply. Mulder bucked and moaned beneath him, especially when he used the
crop to caress the older man's cock....
They moved together accompanied by jingling bells and frenzied cries, with
Alex occasionally gasping something like, "On Comet, on Cupid, on Donner and
Blitzen." Mulder drowned beneath the friction of Alex's cock sliding hard
and hot in his ass, cold metal against his nipples, and warm, firm leather
stroking his cock. The occasional sting when the crop moved elsewhere only
goaded him further. He came hard and saw a spray of multi-colored lights
before he collapsed.
Alex felt Mulder's whole body shudder under and around him, ruthlessly
milking him to his climax, before it went limp and boneless beneath him.
Screaming, Alex thrust a few more times before he went over the edge
himself.
Crumpled together and still entwined, they fought to catch their breath.
Mulder's shoulder gleamed with sweat, and Alex couldn't resist giving it a
loving lick. "You cleared all the bugs out first, right?" Mulder asked.
Alex laughed. "You're worried about that now? A little late, isn't it?"
"I had other things on my mind."
"Yes, I made sure the place was clean first. While I'm sure they'd love to
have some pictures of this for their Christmas cards, I wasn't game."
Mulder rolled over in a ringing of bells and kissed Alex. "I guess I was a
good boy this year after all."
"Oh, yeah."
Mulder's hands slid beneath the short skirt again to knead the bare ass so
lovingly showcased by red velvet and white fur. "Do I get to mount you
later?"
Alex writhed as the fingers slid in again. "That's sick. It goes against
nature," he gasped and laughed.
"While this, by contrast, is the very picture of health."
"Of course." Alex moaned as Mulder's fingers deftly stroked his prostate.
"Okay, Donner, you get to replant your tree later."
THE END AUTHOR'S NOTE: Things started so simple but ended so complicated and twisted
But Do You Recall...
by Viridian5
"Are you sure you don't want one of us to see you to the door?" Byers asked
as Mulder stumbled out of the beat-up VW van.
So there's your glimpse into the mind of Viridity. Scared yet?
