"Bah humbug!"
The knock on the door signaled the arrival of Mulder's Christmas Eve pizza.
Pulling some bills out of his wallet, he opened the door... no pizza. A
tortured moan made him look down, and there, tied up with a big red bow and
an oversized card that said "Merry Christmas" stuck on top of him, was Alex
Krycek. Not dinner, but his enemy, who appeared to be hog-tied with a heavy
duty red ribbon. Grabbing Krycek's legs, he pulled his Christmas present
into his apartment and locked the door. Only then did Mulder let himself
wonder at how, even on Christmas Eve, the X-Files seemed to rule his life.
Who the hell would dump Krycek on his doorstep, and why? Did the Cancerman
actually have a sense of humor? For a paranoid moment, Mulder even
considered that Krycek had figured out a way to do this to himself. Before
he had a chance to ponder the surreal situation further, there was another
knock on his door.
He dragged Krycek out of sight, and hollered, "Who is it?"
"Pizza!"
Quickly paying for his dinner, Mulder put it in the oven to keep warm until
he figured out what the hell was going on. Walking over to Krycek, he picked
the card up, looking for some clue as to who had done this, and why, but
found nothing. Krycek was squirming at his feet, making grunting noises
around the red ribbon gag. Who ever tied him up had done a good job; he was
trussed up like a Christmas goose. The purple and blue bruises on Krycek's
face made Mulder think of ornaments on a tree. Giving his head a quick shake
in an attempt to make some sense of the situation, Mulder decided to ungag
his gift and see what it had to say for itself.
Oddly enough, Krycek didn't say anything when Mulder pulled the red ribbon
from his mouth. He gasped for air and coughed a bit, but that was about it.
"What kind of twisted game is this, Krycek?" Mulder squatted down so he
could get a better look at his "present". Glassy, sluggish eyes looked at
him, and slowly Krycek raised his head from the floor.
"Not my game, Mulder." Krycek's voice was hoarse and gravelly, his speech
slightly slurred. "I managed to piss off our smoking friend and this is his
idea of revenge. Of course, his goons beat the crap out of me first. The
cocktail they shot me up with before bringing me here is pretty nice,
though."
Mulder stared in disbelief as he watched the beaten, drugged, and bound
Krycek start to giggle. As always, when confronted with Alex Krycek, Mulder
felt the axis of his world shift, and he scrambled to keep up with it. Three
or four years ago, he would have shot Krycek on sight, never even asking for
an explanation. Now... now things were much more complicated. Krycek had
been helping him lately, pointing him in the right directions and feeding
him the right information. He found himself wondering more and more about
Krycek's situation; who he was loyal to, how he had gotten into all this in
the first place, and why the hell he had been helping Mulder. Having Krycek
shift from villainous character to human being in his mind made Mulder
uncomfortable, but it had happened, whether he liked it or not.
"What did you do? What pissed off Cancerman?"
"Botched some of his experiments, stole some information," Krycek smiled
through his bruises. "The usual. Maybe I'm getting old, maybe I've just been
distracted lately, I dunno. He found out it was me, and here I am. So go
ahead and get it over with Mulder. Go ahead, I know you've been waiting
years to kill me, to get your revenge. Merry Christmas, Mulder. I just hope
you're good at disposing of bodies." This sent Krycek off into another fit
of giggles.
This was too much. Mulder plopped down on the floor next to Alex. Is that
what Spender the elder wanted to happen? Mulder was supposed to kill Krycek?
Just knowing that this was what the smoker had planned was enough to ensure
Krycek's survival. No way was Mulder going to be a pawn for that
motherfucker again. Besides, his desire to kill Krycek had faded, dissipated
into a desire of an entirely different sort. Too much had gone on between
them, too many times their fates had intertwined for Mulder to be able to
really hate the man next to him.
"What did they give you? What did they drug you with?"
"Dunno. Feels good, though, real good." Krycek's smile was crazy, and
Mulder wondered if he was even aware that he was hog-tied.
"If I untie you, will you behave?" He felt ridiculous the moment the words
were out of his mouth. The thought of Krycek behaving himself was ludicrous
in itself, but that Mulder had bothered to ask...
"Untie me?" Krycek asked the question as though Mulder had spoken in a
foreign language.
"Yeah, untie you." He sighed as he went to the kitchen to get a knife to cut
Krycek loose.
"You're not going to kill me?"
"The jury is still out on that one." Seemed like a good way to keep the
upper hand. Sure, Krycek was drugged and beaten, but Mulder still didn't
trust him as far as he could throw him.
"Oh." Was a very small sound, followed by the clunk of Krycek's head as it
hit the floor. He wasn't looking at Mulder anymore, he was just laying
there, limp and defeated. His giggles were forgotten, and Mulder was both
relieved and disappointed.
Mulder went to him and started hacking away at the ribbon, which was much
stronger than it looked. A few minutes later, Krycek's feet were free, but
he barely made a move to get the blood flowing to his legs again. Once
Mulder had cut his hands loose, all Krycek did was curl into a ball on
Mulder's floor; a picture perfect fetal position in denim and leather.
This was very disturbing behavior, and Mulder wondered if Krycek was finally
beaten. Startled by his own concern, he just sat and stared at the heap on
the floor next to him. Shivering heap, he noticed. Well, if he wasn't going
to kill Krycek, he should probably try to clean the man up a bit, get him
off of his floor, at least.
"C'mon Krycek, get up." Mulder scooted around to offer Krycek a hand up, but
he didn't move, didn't even pick up his head to look at Mulder. "Come on,
Krycek get up off my floor."
"Fuck you, Mulder!" Krycek rolled on his back and shouted. "Just do it and
get it over with, don't fuck with me. Show some fucking humanity on
Christmas Eve. Make a quick, clean job of it, and throw my body in the God
damn river!"
A rush of horror and adrenaline shot through Mulder as he realized that not
only was Krycek begging to be killed, but he was sobbing, his face streaked
with dirt and tears. What Mulder had thought was shivering, was actually the
breakdown of one of the strongest men he knew. To have watched Alex bounce
back from things that would have killed most people, or driven them mad, and
to now see him hysterical and broken, begging to die... it twisted Mulder's
reality, knocked the breath out of him, and sent his walls tumbling.
Shaking his head in denial, Mulder made himself start breathing again. He
felt as though he was reassuring himself as much as Krycek when he spoke.
"I'm not going to kill you Krycek. I promise, I'm not going to hurt you."
Krycek curled into a fetal ball again, muttering, "Doesn't matter. Nothing
hurts anymore. Dead already. Doesn't matter."
He jerked when Mulder started to stroke his hair, trying to calm his
hysteria. All the questions that were running through Mulder's head quieted,
and his single minded goal became putting Krycek back together, to get him
through this intact. Not ready to look at his own motivations, Mulder pulled
Krycek into his lap, held on to him as if his life depended on it, and was
stunned when Krycek not only allowed it, but reached up to wrap his arm
around Mulder's neck. It was then that Mulder realized Krycek didn't have
his prosthesis, only had an empty sleeve on his left side. Somehow, this
triggered his mouth, and the words came spilling out.
"It's okay, Alex. I've got you. I promise, you're safe. I won't hurt you, I
promise." He rocked them back and forth, one arm clutching Krycek's back,
the other petting his hair. "I'm going to fix you. It's okay, it's okay."
On and on, Mulder crooned softly, and Alex let go. He sobbed, cried, howled,
and moaned, never letting go of the iron grip he had on Mulder, his face
shoved into the crook of Mulder's neck. By the time Alex quieted, Mulder's
legs were asleep and his arms ached from holding Krycek so tightly. Still,
he didn't let go. Finally, Krycek lifted his red, swollen, bruised face, and
looked Mulder in the eye.
"Why?"
"I don't know." Mulder smiled, hoping Krycek would recognize the truth. "But
I know I can't stand to see them do this to you, break you like this. How
bad did they beat you? What did they do?"
Mulder started unzipping Krycek's leather, looking for damage. Krycek let go
of him then, making a feeble attempt at pushing Mulder's hands away.
"Mulder. Mulder, what the hell do you care, anyway? I don't even fucking
care anymore. You're on the right track, //you// can save the world, Mulder.
It's been your job from the start. I don't know why the hell I thought I
could do it, why I even bother. It's all shit, anyway, Mulder, it's all
shit."
Whatever drugs they had given Krycek, they were taking their hold on him. He
swayed as he rambled on, trying to fight Mulder's removal of his jacket, but
failing miserably. The blood spattering the left sleeve of Krycek's gray
Henley scared the shit out of Mulder, but when he tried to take the shirt
off, Krycek freaked. He jumped up, swaying and tripping over himself, but
never actually falling until he had reached the couch. Mulder's first
instinct was to chase, but he made himself stay where was, hoping that
Krycek didn't completely freak on him. His neighbors were used to strange
noises coming from his apartment, but at some point they //would// call the
police.
"Alex, please, I just want to see how badly you're hurt." Slowly, and
watching Krycek carefully, Mulder started to get up.
"Alex?" Krycek froze, a glimmer of hope in his crazy, drugged eyes. "You
called me Alex. You haven't done that in years. Not since we were partners."
His voice trailed off, almost wistfully.
Mulder had found the connection he needed. The way Krycek had said
//partners// surprised Mulder. He had always thought of Krycek laughing
about how he had duped Spooky Mulder, but he now thought that maybe he was
wrong. Once he'd gotten used to him, Mulder had started to enjoy having Alex
as a partner, but that seemed like a couple of lifetimes ago. Was is
possible that Krycek regretted his deceptions? Mulder berated himself for
the spark of hope that ignited in him.
"Honest, all I want to do is help. I'm sorry they did this to you, Alex, I
am. Please, let me help." As Mulder made his way slowly across his living
room, he had the sense of walking away from the past, it all crumbling
behind him. When he reached the couch, he carefully sat down next to Alex,
who was sprawled in the corner where he had fallen.
"It's okay." He put his hands on Alex's legs. "I won't hurt you." Scooting
closer, Mulder started to pull the shirt off.
"No, please, Mulder." Alex didn't run, or fight, he just turned his head
away and quietly resisted. "Don't, I don't want... please, Mulder. Leave me
alone."
When Mulder pushed the shirt over his shoulders, Krycek leaned forward and
let Mulder pull it off. He stopped talking, but his breathing was fast and
erratic while Mulder looked at his stump. It looked liked the skin was
broken open in a few spots, and there were quite a few bruises that looked
very tender, almost raw. Mulder was very careful, making sure he was gentle,
both with Alex's bruised flesh, and with his battered psyche.
"Okay, not too bad, a couple of cuts and bruises. How about your ribs?" He
carefully felt each rib as Alex seemed to be trying to deny Mulder's
existence. He kept up a running banter about Alex's injuries, none of which
seemed to warrant a trip to the hospital. Trying to give Alex a sense of
control, he asked, "Will you let me clean you up, bandage those cuts?"
Alex looked at him then, and nodded, but didn't say a word. His face was
blank, vacant. Mulder offered his hand, and Alex let Mulder pull him off the
couch, and slung his arm over Mulder's shoulders, letting him slowly walk
them to the bathroom. Mulder had to be careful, because if Alex swayed too
far in one direction, he could topple them both over. Sitting him on the
edge of the tub, Mulder started to clean Alex's face, wiping away the dirt
and blood, avoiding the vibrant bruise on his cheek. After Mulder finished
bandaging his stump, Alex seemed to relax, just a little. As Mulder ran a
warm washcloth over Alex's back, he took his time, reluctant to stop
touching.
"Mulder?"
"Yeah?"
"I know I'm fucked up, but what's your excuse?" Alex actually had humor in
his voice. Mulder smiled, and thought that maybe this had turned out to be a
Christmas present after all.
"I'm crazy, Alex. Everyone knows that." Suddenly, he was seized by a
reckless want. Ignoring the past and the future, Mulder let all his
repressed desires take over. "Speaking of crazy ideas, how about we try
being nice to each other for a change?"
Alex's head snapped up and those hypnotic green eyes locked onto Mulder's.
"You won't kill me, and now you want to be //nice// to me? Either you're
possessed by an alien, or I've fallen down a rabbit hole."
"Maybe we both fell down a rabbit hole." Mulder was encouraged when Alex let
him help him to stand and let himself be guided out of the bathroom. "I've
got a shirt you can have."
He walked them slowly down the hall and sat Alex on the couch. Loss of motor
functions was obviously one of the side effects of whatever they had given
him. He couldn't seem to keep his feet under him.
"Oh man. Mulder, you should do something about your walls, they're
breathing." He seemed content to sit on the couch and watch the walls
breathe while Mulder went to get him a shirt. As bizarre as this evening had
become, Mulder felt obscenely happy. He grabbed an old, soft sweat shirt for
Alex and his stomach growled. When he got back to find Alex squatting down
in front of the fish tank making faces at his fish, Mulder had to laugh. He
went to stand next to Alex, and wasn't surprised when his presence seemed to
go unnoticed.
"Alex."
"Hmm? Hey, what are their names?" He stood up slowly, reaching out for
Mulder's hand to help him, as if it were a perfectly normal thing to expect.
Mulder happily helped him up, and started pulling the sweatshirt over
Krycek's head. "They don't have names, they're fish."
Alex managed to struggle into the sweatshirt, with Mulder's help. "Don't you
think that bug-eyed one kinda looks like Skinner?"
The giggles were back, and Mulder found himself laughing again, and it felt
incredible. He collapsed on the couch with Alex, both of them finally having
to stop to breathe. That moment, Mulder caught a glimpse of the friend he
might have had, if Alex hadn't been under the Cancerman's thumb, and it was
bittersweet.
"Hungry?" He nudged Alex in the side with his elbow.
Alex smiled at him, shaking his head. "Nope. Do you ever wonder what could
have been?"
"Yeah, but I always made myself stop as soon as I get started. I wanted to
hate you, it was easier than dealing with everything else I was feeling."
Mulder found his hand in Alex's soft hair again, and let himself revel in
it. Alex's eyes closed slowly, and he sighed as he relaxed against Mulder's
side. "That. Feels. Fantastic." Alex seemed to melt against Mulder. "I never
wanted to do it. Honest, Mulder, I hated every minute of it. Lying to you,
working against you... It sounds stupid, but I was rooting for you through
it all. You're a good man, Mulder, and a brilliant one."
Mulder couldn't help it when his cynicism and paranoia made their way onto
the scene. "Is that the drugs talking?"
Krycek sat up, and Mulder pulled his hand out of Alex's hair. He stared
intently at Mulder, as if he were trying to focus. "Yes and no. Yes, because
I'd never admit this kind of shit if I was wasn't under the influence of
some heavy duty drugs, and no, because no matter how intoxicated I may be, I
mean it."
It was the truth. Mulder didn't know how he knew, but he was sure Alex was
telling him the truth. Immediately following this revelation, his stomach
let out another demanding growl. Alex heard it, and looked at his stomach as
if it were a creature unto itself.
"I'm going to eat that pizza now. You want something to drink?" He asked as
he got up and headed for the kitchen.
"Water'd be good."
This time when Mulder returned, he found Alex watching tv. He set the pizza
on the coffee table and handed Alex a bottle of water. He had a beer,
thinking it might be a good thing if he could catch up with Alex a bit in
the intoxication department. He ate pizza while Alex surfed the channels.
Halfway through his second piece he noticed Alex staring at his slice of
pizza.
"Want some?" he asked, holding the piece out in offering.
Alex leaned forward and bit into the piece of pizza so slowly and carefully
that it looked as if he was putting great thought into the action. Then he
sat back a little, closed his eyes, and slowly chewed. When he finished his
mouthful he opened his eyes and looked at Mulder. It was fascinating to see
Alex so unguarded and relaxed. He seemed to accept the concept of being nice
to each other. He smiled at Mulder, and then licked the grease from his
lips.
Mulder felt a rush of heat, and wanted to see the entire process again.
"More?" This time he brought the pizza to Alex's lips, which happily opened
to accept another bite.
They ate three more pieces together; Mulder alternately taking bites, and
feeding bites to Alex. They had been smiling at each other the whole time,
and even though Mulder knew that it was probably the drugs that were making
Alex smile, he liked to think that maybe just a few of those smiles were
because of him. Mulder finished his third beer and set it on the coffee
table. When he turned back, Alex's smile was replaced by an entirely
different look, and it made his pulse jump.
"Come here, Mulder." Alex positively smoldered. His head was tilted down a
bit and he was looking up from under his dark lashes.
"Alex," Mulder cautioned. "You're not exactly in control."
"I'm always in control." Alex's low, husky voice went straight to Mulder's
groin.
"You've been drugged. I'm not going to take advantage of that." As much as
Mulder's body disagreed, he couldn't use Alex like that.
"And I've always wanted you, so stop being noble and get your coveted ass
over here." Alex reached out and pulled him back.
Mulder let himself be pulled, his arm going around the back of Alex's
shoulder. He was careful not to press against the injured stump, leaning his
weight against the couch instead of Alex. He was about to give another
protest, but before he could, Alex leaned forward, his face only an inch
from Mulder's.
"Give in, Mulder."
The words where currents of air across his lips, and then Alex's lips were
against his, soft and warm and sweet. His head was spinning as Alex's tongue
pushed past his lips and teased at his tongue. Mulder wrapped his hand
around the back of Alex's neck and took control of the kiss. He plunged into
Alex's hot mouth, and he felt Alex holding his jaw, his thumb stroking over
Mulder's throbbing pulse point. Mulder had to come up for air, and they
pulled apart, panting at each other.
"God, Mulder, you kiss like a demon." Krycek had a gleam in his eyes.
Mulder brought his other hand up to cup Alex's jaw, mirroring Alex's hold on
him. Then ran his fingers lightly over the livid bruise, and Alex turned
into his touch. The gentleness between them grabbed hold of him, and he
never wanted it to let go.
"I want to make you feel good," he told Alex as he nuzzled Alex's good side.
"Please," Alex moaned. "Bed. You have one, right?"
As he led Alex to the bedroom, he noticed that he was walking better than he
had before; maybe the drugs were starting to wear off. Mulder was surprised
at his complete lack of nervousness. It had been years since he'd been
intimate with anyone but his own hand. There was this overpowering sense of
rightness, along with some giddy joy, and relief at no longer having to deny
his feelings for this incomprehensible man.
When they got to the side of the bed, Alex stopped and turned Mulder to face
him. He wrapped his arm around Mulder's back and started kissing, licking
and biting Mulder's face and neck. Mulder felt him pull at the hem of his
shirt, pushing it up his back, and helped. Once his shirt was off, he
carefully peeled off Alex's. Then he wrapped both arms tightly around Alex
and was surprised by how firmly one arm could hold him.
"Mmm, you taste fucking incredible." Alex's voice was thick with drugs and
passion. Mulder wondered how much of this was real emotion and how much of
it was the chemicals in Krycek's blood.
"You're feeling no pain, are you, Alex?"
Alex stopped his devouring of Mulder's flesh and stunned eyes captured
Mulder's. "I always feel pain, Mulder. Sometimes I think I live on it. Make
it part of you and it can only make you stronger. Except..." Alex's face
fell. His mouth was one tight line, his eyes frowning.
Mulder reached up stroked Alex's cheek, trying to pull him back. "Except
what?"
"This time I fucked up, and I let him get the best of me, let him get me
where it hurts." He lifted his head and when he looked at Mulder, it was a
face he'd never seen before; lost, afraid, and very young. "You were
supposed to kill me Mulder. Now I don't know what the hell I'm going to do.
As soon as Cancerman figures out I'm alive, he owns me. The fucker will find
me, there's no doubt about that. I'd rather be dead than let him get his
hands on me again, Mulder."
Mulder grabbed Alex's head with both his hands and kissed him to shut him
up. Everything Alex was saying was making sense, but worse than that were
the tremors of fear in Alex's usually silken voice. It was tearing Mulder
apart to see Alex broken, see him afraid. Part of him wanted to smack Alex
upside the head so hard his teeth would rattle and scream at him to snap out
of it. Mulder knew that it was the Cancerman who he should be raging at, and
not Alex, not this time. Or maybe it was the Fates themselves that were
really to blame here. Whatever the case, he needed to get Alex back on
track, and to set a few things right between them.
He kissed Alex with reverence, and newly found tenderness. His fingers
carded through Alex's thick, soft hair as he memorized every taste bud on
Alex's addictive tongue. Finally needing air, he pulled back, resting his
forehead against Alex's, panting.
"I can't kill you. You know I can't. I won't." Mulder nuzzled Alex's cheek
with his nose. "If I have to kill the bastard myself, we'll find a way to
make this work, to get you free of him."
Alex was shaking his head. "I'm so tired, Mulder. So fucking sick and tired
of living this life. I've lost my focus, gotten soft and sloppy. I'm so damn
tired."
Mulder kissed Alex softly, then undid his jeans and pulled them off, sitting
Alex on the side of the bed to remove his socks and boots. Then took off the
rest of his clothes and pushed Alex under the covers, crawling in next to
him.
He pulled Alex against him, and leaned down close to talk softly in Alex's
ear. "You're down Alex, but you are not beaten. I've got enough conviction
for both of us right now, and I'm going to put you back together."
Alex eyes were huge, he stared at Mulder, wonder and disbelief putting a
smile on his face. "Are you my salvation, Mulder? Is that what you are to
me?" He chuckled the last words, caressing Mulder's face with his hand as
well as his voice.
"If you want." He shrugged, amazed at how willing he was to save the soul of
someone who he had once thought of as his greatest enemy. "Maybe we need
each other now."
"You need me like you need a hole in your head." Alex frowned.
"According to most people, I already have one." Mulder smiled, and marveled
at Alex's straight, white teeth. He leaned down and kissed apart Alex's
lips, so his tongue could get at those perfect teeth. He ran his tongue
across the straight line of teeth, and then traced over the full lower lip.
Alex moaned into him, his whole body responding to Mulder's kiss. Need ran
through his blood as he turned Alex onto his back and straddled him. Sitting
on Alex's hips, Mulder stared down at Alex's broad, scarred chest. The man
was a patchwork of pain. There were dark ones, pale ones, round indents,
straight lines, jagged lines, all scattered across Alex' perfect skin.
As his fingers explored every inch of available flesh, Mulder began kissing
his way across Alex's face. His mouth eased over eyes, cheeks, and jaw as he
felt every groove and dip in Alex's ribs. When Alex started to arch up into
his touch and moan his encouragement, Mulder thought he would come right
then and there.
"Jesus," Alex panted, his head thrashing from side to side. "More, Mulder!"
He shouted and a strange keening noise followed. Mulder looked up in
fascination as Alex gasped for air, thrusting his hips and lifting Mulder
off the bed.
As fast as he could, Mulder moved between Alex's legs. He pinned Alex's wild
hips to the bed and nuzzled his face in Alex's groin. Alex froze, his ragged
breath almost as loud as his shouts had been. As Mulder licked his way
around Alex's balls and up his length, he felt as though he was the one who
was drugged. His head spun, and he had to close his eyes. The feel of Alex's
hot dick as he slowly swallowed it filled his entire being. Alex was
whimpering, shaking and pounding his fist on the bed. Mulder tongued every
impressive inch, his hands firmly holding Alex's thighs apart. He sucked and
licked to the beat of Alex's fist pounding on the bed. Alex came, shaking
and screaming. Mulder pulled back, licking his lips. Alex was shining with
sweat, his face flushed and he was smiling like an idiot.
Mulder watched as Alex slowly came back down to earth, smiling back when
Alex looked at him.
"More. I need more of you, Mulder." His eyes were practically glowing as he
reached out and grabbed Mulder by his hair, pulling him up Alex's body.
"Fuck me, Mulder. Fuck me so hard I split apart and then put me back
together again. Fix me, Mulder. Mark me, claim me, fucking resurrect me."
Mulder never looked away from Alex as he rummaged in his bedside table for
lube. Alex's smile had turned feral, and he was rubbing his body against
Mulder wherever he could. Mulder dropped the lube on the bed next to them,
Alex's words spinning in his head. Still kneeling between Alex's legs, he
leaned down and started to suck and bite Alex's chest. He left blazing red
marks across his chest and ribs, marking and claiming, with every intent of
making Alex his.
As he felt his own ferocity building, Mulder realized that Alex was calming
down. His arm was above his head, his palm flat against the headboard. He
arched into Mulder's mouth, but the rest of him was still, accepting, and
waiting for more. As Mulder's teeth sank into the soft flesh below the hip
bone, he reached out and found the lube. Still sucking on Alex, pulling the
soft skin in his mouth, he coated two fingers with lube. Twisting his head
and opening his eyes, Mulder slowly pushed into Alex's body as his teeth
almost broke skin. Alex's cock jumped in response.
"Yes." Was hissed out as Alex pushed back onto Mulder's fingers.
Mulder let go of Alex's skin, sitting up on his knees, and pulled Alex's
legs over his shoulders. He lined his cock up, and pushed in slowly. Alex
still had his hand firmly planted against the headboard and used the
leverage to push back, sinking Mulder deep into him. Surrounded by searing
heat, Mulder shuddered. His body was in control, and he was just along for
the ride. He pulled back and slammed into Alex, who braced himself,
demanding more.
"Harder! Dammit Mulder, stop pussying around and fuck me!"
At that moment, Mulder's brain experienced a meltdown. He slammed into Alex
with animal passion. Love and hate were one as his flesh pounded
relentlessly into the body he was making his own. Alex's head was back, his
shoulders braced against the bed.
"Yes. Yes. Yes."
Every time he rammed into Alex, another "yes" seemed to be pushed out of
him. Finally, Mulder couldn't hold on any longer, and he scooped his arms
around Alex as he sank into him, Alex's arm flying around Mulder's back and
clinging to him. He felt Alex's hold on him tighten, and his body convulse
with orgasm. Mulder came in shuddering waves, groaning, panting and sobbing
into Alex's neck. He wanted to lock onto Alex and never let him go as his
head spun with the waves of pleasure.
Slowly, the grip around his back lessened, and he lifted himself off of
Alex, regretfully pulling out of his body. As Alex unfolded and they
unkinked their muscles, Alex rolled them over and flung himself across
Mulder's chest. He wrapped his arms around the limp body, wondering if Alex
had already passed out.
"Mulder?"
"Yeah?" Mulder stroked Alex's back.
"You really want me? I mean, not just for sex, but the whole package?" In
spite of his unsure words, Alex's voice was steady and strong.
"Yeah," Mulder laughed, hugging Alex to him. "I've got you. That's what all
this was about, right? I believe your words were, 'Fix me, Mulder. Mark me,
claim me, fucking resurrect me.' So, how'd I do?"
Alex laughed too, picking his head up to smile a Cheshire cat smile at
Mulder. "Superb, Mulder. A stellar job. Whether I'll live past the new year
remains to be seen, but right now I am more alive than I have been in
months."
"Me too." Mulder impulsively kissed the top of Alex's head, and was very
pleased when Alex just crinkled his nose, and then settled back down on
Mulder's chest. It was only minutes before he was breathing evenly and
slowly, fast asleep. Mulder fought sleep as long as he could, still not
positive that all this was real. Real or not, it was the best Christmas Eve
he could remember.
The End
The Rat Before Christmas
by Zen for nancy
Mulder mindlessly surfed through the endless barrage of Christmas specials,
unable to muster up an ounce of holiday cheer. Scully had flown out to her
brother's a couple of days ago, and was probably in the middle of a picture
perfect Christmas scene at this very moment. Letting out another self
pitying sigh, Mulder tried to ignore the local newswoman who had a Santa hat
on her head. Even the news was tainted with Christmas.
