"Mulder, do you hear something?" she asked suddenly.
"Like?"
Her head kept whipping around nervously. "It sounds like the pipes are
banging. Or a woodpecker is pounding on them."
"I don't hear any of that."
"Oh. I think something's wrong. You look strange."
Actually, he thought she looked strange, like she'd mainlined a coffeepot
full of caffeine. "You do too, and I feel a bit strange."
"What? Oh, yes. Yes, I think I do too. I'm going to go upstairs and see if
something's going on."
"Be careful, Scully."
He knew she'd made it to the elevator when he heard her mumbling something
about the up button writhing. Content with the quiet, he leaned back in his
chair to watch the walls run, currently in electric blue. It should have
been calming, but instead he felt a rising restlessness.
Mulder started to feel very horny. His mind helplessly turned to a memory of
a night with Alex five days ago, which didn't help at all. While he had to
admit he wasn't getting much done today anyway, he knew he was going to be
completely useless if he didn't release some pressure now.
Just as his hand drifted down to his pants, Agent Spender walked in and
said, "I hate you, you know. My mother's missing because of you."
Mulder's hand quickly moved away. "I had nothing to do with that."
"You didn't? Oh." Spender tried to fight off a wave of confusion. What did
he come down here for? Oh, right. "You think I don't know the game you're
playing?" He wished Mulder would stop giving off that odd vibration. It kept
distracting him.
Since Mulder couldn't bear seeing Spender looking down at him, he stood. It
also gave him a better view of the walls. "What game are you talking about?"
"I know why Skinner lets you flout all the rules. I've seen the way you
wiggle your ass around him. You're his fucktoy, aren't you? That's why he
got you out of the institution, where you belong."
"What? He put me in there to begin with!"
Spender smirked and stepped closer, so close he was almost breathing the air
Mulder exhaled. "Lover's spat."
"You're insane. The only reaming A.D. Skinner gives me is verbal."
This close, Spender felt the vibration from Mulder even more. It buzzed
along his skin in an intensely pleasurable manner. He wondered why he'd
never noticed it before. //He's a walking vibrator. No wonder A.D. Skinner
lets him get away with so much.//
Mulder's bottom lip was still swollen, bruised, and scabbed on the left side
from his last case. The last two fingers of his left hand were taped
together from the remnant effects of an injury incurred in the case before
that. Apparently, the whole world shared Spender's urge to beat on the man.
It only made him angrier that Mulder looked so good like that.
Mulder tried to pull away a bit, but the desk right behind him kept him in
place. He was so horny that he was feeling the urge to jump Agent Spender,
of all people. //This is wrong; this is bad.... I never noticed before, but
he has a really pretty mouth, nice lips...//
Mulder shook his head, and suddenly Spender's eyes started to change color
in time with the walls. Vermilion now. //Pretty...// Mulder pinched himself.
"If all you're going to do is make stupid accusations, you should leave,"
Mulder said.
Spender had been staring at Mulder's bottom lip for so long that he'd
achieved a kind of meditative trance. It annoyed him to be shaken out of it.
"That's not all I'm here to do." Whatever his original purpose for coming
here had been, Spender had since found a much better one. He grabbed Mulder
and kissed him, amazed by how soft the older agent's lips were, aside from
that one rough corner on the bottom left. He found that rasp very sexy. His
arm tightened around Mulder's waist almost of its own will.
The answering hardness he felt and the slight scrape of light stubble
against his face kept reminding Spender that he held a man in his arms, but
the vibration kept making him crazier. It wasn't his fault; Mulder was doing
this to him. //I want what Skinner has. I'll show you how wrong you've been,
Mulder.//
Almost all thought of escape fled Mulder's mind as the pleasure hit him in
waves of yellow. The slight pain from his lip made a subtle crimson
undertone. He melted into the grip of the man holding him and sighed happily
as he felt a hand undoing his belt.
Spender quickly stripped Mulder's pants and boxers off, turned him around,
and bent him over the desk. The older agent didn't fight at all. //I never
realized you were a slut too. Very nice ass though.// His lust and
impatience growing, Spender stripped himself and prepared to thrust in.
The sudden feeling of the head starting to enter him dry broke Mulder from
his trance. "Hey!" he shouted. "You can't just pound your way in."
It amazed Spender that the man could be such a primadonna even with his
pants bunched around his ankles. "Why not?"
"There are some differences. We need lubrication."
Spender smirked. "And you said you weren't doing Skinner."
"Skinner's not the only man on the planet," Mulder growled.
Spender snarled himself at the roadblock before he got an idea. Spender
pulled Mulder off the desk, held him close, and started to stroke his cock.
It was the same equipment, so it had to work about the same way, right? The
moans suggested that the technique was working.
After Mulder came with a hoarse shout and went limp in his arms, Spender
asked, "Will this work?"
"Yes, please..." Breathing hard, mumbling rapturously about blues and
purples, Mulder collapsed over his desk.
Mulder's plea, combined with his obvious acquiescence, sent bolts of pure
lust and triumph to Spender's cock. He slicked himself and thrust in to the
hilt. The hot tightness that caressed him and the tingling vibration that
suffused his cock and balls almost made him scream. As he feverishly stroked
in and out, he got off even further on the sharp cries of pleasure of Mulder
made. //Damn. This is better— almost better than a woman.//
Mulder drowned under the waves of color and sensation, each better and
prettier than the last. He felt every stroke through his whole body.
Finally, it became too much for him, and he blacked out.
Spender came with a shout, then collapsed on top of Mulder. As he caught his
breath, he realized that the older agent was out cold. //Wow, I fucked him
into unconsciousness. Not bad...// He cleaned himself up, then looked back
at Mulder with a feeling that might almost have been tender. //I can't leave
him like this.// He put the older agent's pants back on and managed to drag
Mulder over and into a chair. //He looks so sweet when he's asleep, so
unlike when he's talking...// As Spender left to let Mulder sleep it off, he
wondered why the walls were suddenly bleeding green and orange.
Mulder came to with Scully sitting astride him. //Oh, good. That bit with
Spender was a dream.// A familiar ache and the walls still changing color
showed him he was wrong, which made him sigh. //Wait, why is Scully in my
lap?//
She stared into his eyes. Her hair was mussed, and her lipstick smeared. Her
lips looked red, then pink, then purple...
"What happened, Scully?"
She pushed her hair back. "I met an old friend. The people upstairs are
either making out or racing their office chairs through the halls. I got
worried about you." She licked her lips. "I couldn't tell you before, but
when I shot your... attacker in the hospital room... I saw you strapped to
that bed—drugged, afraid, relieved, grateful, helpless—and I wanted to
climb on top and take advantage of you."
//I should find that really disturbing, so why the hell am I getting so hot
again?// "Really?" he asked softly.
"Really." Then she kissed him and started to grind against his lap.
Things began to get interesting, but someone opened the door and interrupted
them. The agent in the doorway looked tempted to join them for a minute and
a half before he shook his head and said, "We're evacuating the building
until it can be determined how the contaminant was introduced."
"What?" Mulder asked after he reluctantly dragged his mouth away from
Scully's.
"We've all been drugged somehow. We have to leave now."
Two hours later, it took Mulder five minutes to open the door to his
apartment, because the feeling of the keyring in his hand kept distracting
him. That and the way the walls kept pulsing. Everyone in the building had
to get driven home since they were all too fucked up to do it themselves.
When Mulder saw Alex lounging on the couch, he first thought he was
experiencing a new kind of hallucination. The very solid feeling of the
younger man taking his arm and leading him to the couch convinced him
otherwise. "What are you doing here?"
"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you still be at work?" But Alex smiled
in a way that made Mulder wonder... The spy must have been here for a while,
because he had his jacket and prosthesis off. The hand stroking Mulder's arm
kept distracting him from any answers he might find. "Tell Alex all about
it, Mulder."
"Contaminant. The current thinking is that someone drugged the water supply.
We were all so fucked up."
"And how many cups of coffee did you have there?"
"Three."
Alex made a very showy wince, then asked, "So, who fucked you? Skinner?"
Mulder stared at him in shock a moment before answering, "What? No!"
"Scully?"
"Almost. We got interrupted. Why did you ask about Skinner?"
"You have that 'I've been well-fucked' look on your face."
"I have a look?"
"Yeah."
"Shit. Then why did you ask about Scully next?"
"She strikes me as the kind of woman who might carry a—"
Mulder put his hands around Alex's throat and started to squeeze. "I'm going
to—"
But Alex just smiled, and Mulder could swear he felt the soft skin of the
younger man's neck caress his hands. Distracted, he soon found himself
lying on his back on the couch with Alex crouched above him. The leather
felt so good against his skin, so he started to strip feverishly.
Alex swallowed hard. "You look so— You must be starting to peak." Since
that made no sense to Mulder, he just kept on stripping. Alex asked, "So who
was it?"
Diverted by Alex's suddenly azure eyes, Mulder just shook his head and
stretched. Alex was breathing hard at the sight.
"Who fucked you, Mulder?"
"Oh. Agent Spender did," Mulder said, too beguiled and in his own world to
really think about what he was saying.
Alex went dead white, then started to laugh hysterically. "Only you, Mulder.
Only you. Damn, that's sick..."
"What're you—"
Alex stopped the words by nuzzling Mulder's neck. "Everything will be just
fine," Alex said as he loosened the older man's tie and left wet trails on
the warm skin revealed.
"I must be fucked up," Mulder said dreamily. His smile turned evil. "On this
drug, Spender was better than you."
Alex snarled. "Oh, really?" He attacked Mulder with his fingers and lips,
every touch shuddering all through the older man's body. The pleasure and
colors were much more intense than with Spender.
"I want you, Alex," Mulder moaned. "Now."
"Pushy son of a bitch, aren't you?" But Alex grinned. "Dress me up, Mulder?"
"Oh, shit."
"What?"
"We didn't... we didn't use protection..."
Alex kissed him. "You're both clean. Don't worry."
"How do you—" But Alex started to finger fuck him, leaving him incapable of
stringing even two more words together. He moaned and begged shamelessly
until Alex let him put the condom on. Then the younger man thrust in exactly
the way he liked and kissed him into total mindlessness. Everything came in
waves, so he moved with Alex in them until he passed out.
As Alex lay tangled with his lover, he cursed himself for forgetting
Mulder's strange drug sensitivities. //Three cups of coffee too. Shit, I'm
lucky it didn't throw him into a schizophrenic episode. He's not completely
stable to begin with.// He kissed Mulder's eyelids, feeling the eyes move
restlessly beneath them. //At least the rest of it hit him right.//
Alex had done his job: finding a way to drug every agent in the building,
measuring the time it took people to figure out something was wrong and
evacuate, evaluating the bureau's investigation into the matter.
Fortunately, the Syndicate hadn't told him what to dose the agents with.
He'd used a very nice drug that acted as a hallucinogen and aphrodisiac. Fun
for the whole family. It wouldn't give Mulder too bad a time.
Alex started to giggle. //Jeffrey Spender! Of all the people— Jesus fucking
Christ, Mulder! I try to make you have a little fun, and you wind up getting
fucked by Spender!
//Should be fun when they're both sober again. Wonder if Spender will
repress it and go into total denial. Probably. And he doesn't even know what
I know...//
Alex felt Mulder getting hard again. //Lovely, lovely drug. From his dosage,
I think he has about five more hours on it. Maybe the investigation will
drag on into tomorrow, and Mulder will get the day off...//
Mulder had blissed-out eyes and the goofiest smile on his face. "Do you know
that your eyes are citrine, Alex?"
He listened to the Syndicate's tape files, catching up on all the wiretaps
and plans that he'd missed. The months of quiet had done him good, but
getting back to his job felt even better. He enjoyed the power involved,
loved shaping the fates of others, exulted in the knowledge that the very
bastards who'd tried to kill him had to come back to him for help.
He currently listened to the tapes from an event a few months ago involving
the drugging of everyone in the FBI headquarters. A shame he had to miss
that. But as he listened to the tapes from the bugs in Mulder's office, he
went pale, and his hands started to shake. He slammed the off button and
fumbled a cigarette into his mouth. Good God.
Fucking Krycek had selected and administered the drug, had enabled this...
this obscenity against nature to happen. Alex Krycek, that English twit's
current favorite pet.
He couldn't bear the thought of Fox working in that office, couldn't bear
the thought of that office continuing to exist, not after... He took a long
drag on his cigarette.
First, he would burn the office. Fire cleansed. Then...
Then he'd torture and kill Alex Krycek.
THE END
The Trip
by Viridian5
Since he'd just gotten out of an institution, Mulder thought it would be
wiser not to tell Scully that the walls were melting. The clipping-covered,
usually drab walls of their office flowed in waves like melting wax, each
wave a different color. Right now he saw aquamarine flowing down to the
floor as the violet faded out. All very pretty, and he wasn't going to share
it with her. She never appreciated the things he shared with her.
