The Changing Room, by Squidgie (from the mid 1990s)<\/p>\n
This story contains a Male\/Male graphic sexual encounter. If this is not
\nyour cup of tea, or if you are under the age of 18 years, please do not
\nread this. Go and find something not so dirty.<\/p>\n
All characters are owned by Chris Carter and 1013 Productions. No harm
\nis meant by this. This is purely fan-fiction. All comments are welcomed.
\nYou can reach the author at walterh@squidge.org. All flames will be
\nproperly extinguished with large doses of \/dev\/null.<\/p>\n
This story takes place during the second season episode, Duane Barry. Mulder
\nand Krychek have reported to a hostage situation, and Mulder has begun dealing
\nand getting to know Duane Barry.<\/p>\n
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“That’s it… I’m going in”, Agent Mulder said to himself. He felt there was
\nsomething real, something genuine about Duane Barry and his experiences, and
\nhad to know first hand. The sudden loss of power, and the unexplained bright
\nlight had provided him with his way in. Barry’s fear of being abducted had
\ncaused him to fire his weapon, and one hostage was now down. But instead of
\nsending in two medics, Mulder had talked his way into posing as one. It was
\nthe only way he would get in.<\/p>\n
Mulder went about rationalizing his decision to the team, citing his background
\nwith the criminal mind, his rapport with Duane, and everything else he could
\nthrow at them. He glanced up at Agent Kazdin, her dark eyes hiding none of the
\nopinions she had of Mulder’s idea, much less Mulder at this point. “Don’t give
\nin to his psychosis” she kept reminding him. “Duane Barry is a sick, sick man.”<\/p>\n
“I have to know this for myself.” Mulder shot back, and started walking, not
\nwanting to further be subject to the scorn from her eyes. He’d already secured
\na uniform for himself, or at least almost. The black haired, blue eyed medic
\nwas just about his size, and was currently in the building’s small restroom
\nchanging out of it and into civvies. *knock* *knock* “You doing OK in there?”
\nMulder asked as he wrapped on the door. <\/p>\n
“Yeah” came the voice behind the door, and the door flung itself open. An
\nalmost detached hand thrust the uniform to Mulder indignantly. As he reached
\nfor the clothes, he noticed the arm, and most importantly the torso and body
\nto which it was connected. Lighter, soft hair covered the forearm, that led
\nto a very nicely shaped bicep. Following it with his eyes, he reached the
\nthick mat of hair that was the Medic’s chest. It seemed to be almost groomed,
\nit was so perfect. Two nipples jutted out like erasers, that made Mulder’s
\nmouth go dry, but it was the nice trail of hair that led to the top button of
\nthe Medic’s jeans that almost did him in. It was pointing, almost inviting
\nMulder to the wonderful package hidden underneath. <\/p>\n
Mulder tried to regain his composure quickly, but it didn’t work. The sky blue
\neyes looked cross at him, as one of the Medic’s eyebrows shot up. He grabbed
\nthe clothing from the outstretched hand, and tried to make the most of the
\nsituation. “Hmm… Looks like it’s cold in there” he tried, which only made
\nthe eyebrow shoot up even more. The Medic reached back and grabbed his sweater,
\nthrew another look his way, and hurriedly left the bathroom.<\/p>\n
The agent shut his eyes, trying to block out the fact that he’d just made a
\ntotal ass of himself. “Oh well…”, he thought to himself. “I’ll make sure
\nsomeone else gets his uniform back to him, so I don’t go through *that* again.”
\nOpening his eyes, he looked around the small room, trying to figure out what
\nto do with his clothes once he got them off. After finding a hook just inches
\nabove his head, he set the uniform down, and started tugging at his clothes.<\/p>\n
Alex Krychek had returned. Slightly indignant, but returned none the less. It
\nseemed that he’d been deemed “coffee boy” sometime when his back was turned, as
\nthe agents put in orders. “Years of training my ass…” he steamed, and whipped
\naround to go make a phone call. He caught something in his eye, but was too
\nlate to avoid Agent Kazden and the remains of her cappucino. Before he knew it,
\nhe had luke-warm coffee streaming down his side. “Thanks” he added,
\nsarcastically. <\/p>\n
“I’ve outfitted one of you guys already… I don’t have clothes for two, you
\nknow.” she said. This provoked a curious look from Alex. “While you were out,”
\nshe explained, “Agent Mulder got it in his thick skull that he wants to go over
\nthere. I tried to talk him out of it but he would have nothing of it. You’re
\nhis partner, you try.”<\/p>\n
Alex dropped the tissues he was using to dry himself off, and looked around.
\n“Where is he?” he asked, continuing to scan the room.<\/p>\n
“Probably changing… I just saw the medic who donated his clothes walking away
\nfrom there,” she said, pointing to a back hall, “just a minute ago.”<\/p>\n
“Thanks” said Alex, and headed off.<\/p>\n
As he headed for the hallway, his mind wandered to thoughts of his partner in a
\nuniform. It didn’t help any that he had gotten his partner out of the pool,
\nwearing the skimpiest of bathing suits, just prior to coming to the scene.
\nAlex, who had had a thing for uniforms since his first boyfriend decided to go
\nout on Halloween all dressed up as a cop, was now really aching inside. But,
\nas he had a job to do, he tried to put it out of his head. As he arrived at
\nthe door, he decided to make the most of the situation. Instead of knocking,
\nhe reached for the knob. He smiled to himself when he turned, and found it
\nwas not locked, then continued to turn and opened the door.<\/p>\n
“OW!” <\/p>\n
“What? What happened?” Alex questioned.<\/p>\n
“Thanks for knocking me in the head, Krychek” said Mulder as he was pulling an
\nundershirt on. “What do you want to do next, break my arm?”<\/p>\n
“Well,” Krychek started, as he took a long look at Mulder, who now had his back
\nto him, “I might consider it, if I can’t talk you out of this.”<\/p>\n
“No deal, Krychek, I’m going, and you can’t make me change my mind.” He now
\nhad pulled on the EMT shirt, and unzipped the loose fitting pants to tuck it
\nin. “That man is credible, and I need to get to him.”<\/p>\n
Krychek pushed himself into the small room, closing the door behind him. “I
\ndon’t think it’s such a good idea. The man’s a fruit cake, Mulder!”. <\/p>\n
“I’ll be the judge of that. Now let me out.”<\/p>\n
“No. I’m sorry, I can’t do that. I don’t think you should go. You need to
\nthink about this.”<\/p>\n
“Dammit Alex!” Mulder shouted, getting right into his partner’s face. “I have
\nto do this.” he added quietly, hoping his hushed tone would get him out of
\nthere faster. He looked into the deep pools of green that were his partner’s
\neyes. “I *need* to do this” he added, turning away. “So what’s it going to be?”<\/p>\n
“Well, if you were a policeman,” he said, pointing to Mulder’s uniform, “I could
\nsteal your night stick and make you stay here. But you’re not going to listen
\nto me…and I don’t have a night stick to bully you around with, now do I.”<\/p>\n
“Tell you what… Next hostage situation I dress up as a cop, I promise.. Deal?”<\/p>\n
Alex’s mind wandered back to his past, and before he could stop himself, he
\ngave a little laugh, saying, “I wish”. As soon as he realized what he’d said,
\nhis face turned ashen, and his eyes darkened against his now reddening skin.
\n“I’m sorry, Mulder. I didn’t mean to say that.” <\/p>\n
“‘s OK.” Mulder replied, his tone halfway between caution and excitement. “You
\nlike that kind of thing, Krychek?”<\/p>\n
Flushed, Krychek responded, “Just drop it Mulder… It’s not your scene, so
\njust drop it. I’m sorry I said it.”<\/p>\n
“How do you know it’s not my scene? How do you know what makes my toes curl and
\nwhat doesn’t?” Now, throwing caution to the wind, he decided to add, “…and
\nhow do you know I’m not hiding a night stick under this uniform?” That said,
\nhe liesurly dropped his arms to his side, one hand tugging at the loose fabric
\nof his pants, showing a growing lump to the left of his zipper.<\/p>\n
Alex had broken out in a cold sweat. As Mulder continued, his groping became
\nmore pronounced, as did his hard cock’s outline in the drab blue pants. He
\nswallowed hard, as Mulder drew his face closer and closer, his green eyes
\nburning as hot as his skin that was now rubbing arm to arm with Krychek.
\nMulder’s steaming breath was now on Alex’s neck, adding to his own extreme
\nheat. “All you gotta do is ask…” sighed Mulder, as he nuzzled against his
\nneck, planting light kisses just below his partner’s ear.<\/p>\n
“Oh, Mulder” was what he had tried to say, but it became muffled, as Alex turned
\nhis head, and drove his tongue deep into his partner’s mouth. It felt like
\nvelvet. Alex’s hands were suddenly all over Mulder, exploring the body before
\nhim, hungry for it. He wanted him; all of him. His hands went over Mulder’s
\nback, then to his chest, where his shirt was taken off in a flay of buttons and
\nfabric. His fingers found the pink nipples, waiting for his mouth to devour.
\nAs his mouth worked, his hands found a mind of their own, digging into the
\nloose fabric of his new lover’s pants. As he kissed his way down, his hands
\nfound what they were looking for… <\/p>\n
“Suck it, Alex”, Mulder hissed… Not one to be disobedient, he fished out
\nMulder’s rigid cock, and took it into one hand and his balls into another. A
\nflick of the tongue found his balls to be like silk, and he took one, then the
\nother into his mouth, rolling them around gingerly. By now, Mulder was
\ngroaning loudly. Alex shot a hand up to Mulder’s mouth, to quiet him down,
\nbut instead a finger was plunged into Mulder’s throat, showing him what Mulder
\nso desperately wanted. His finger receded out of Mulder’s mouth, and again
\nfound the small mat of fur on his partner’s chest, seeking out the two small
\nprizes it held. <\/p>\n
Alex softly let the balls slip from his mouth, and wound his other palm around
\nthe rigid flesh that dangled in front of him hypnotically. He opened up to
\naccommodate the large member, while Mulder guided it into the warm mouth by
\nholding Alex’s head. Mulder thrusted his hips forward, causing Krychek to gag
\nslightly. After all, it’d been some time, and Mulder was larger than any other
\nhe had gone down on. But within seconds, his throat opened up just like old
\ntimes, and Mulder was able to push his way deep into Alex’s mouth. Alex rested
\nhis head against the door, and let Mulder do all of the work, taking from his
\nthroat as he wanted to. By this time, his own cock hard and uncomfortable in
\nhis suit pants, Alex had fished it out, and was pumping it furiously, stroke
\nto stroke with Mulder.<\/p>\n
Mulder threw his head back, and Alex felt his partner’s balls drawing up into
\ntheir sack. He knew Mulder was close. With his free hand, he began stroking
\nMulder’s testicles slowly, rolling them around between his fingers. This proved
\nall that his partner could take. As Mulder let out a throaty moan, Alex’s
\nfelt spurt after spurt of warm, salty fluid fill his mouth. “Damn! He must not
\nhave gotten off in weeks!” Alex thought to himself, as the fluid dripped from
\nthe corners of his mouth. He continued to suck, swallowing as much of it as
\nhe could take, all the while furiously working his member. Mulder
\npulled back, and his now spent cock slowly withdrew from Alex’s mouth. Alex
\nfelt two strong hands go under his armpits, and pulled him up from his kneeling
\nposition, now face to face with Mulder. His partner lunged hungrily for Alex’s
\nmouth, wanting to taste himself on his tongue. Alex started moaning, and as
\nMulder grabbed each of his nipples through his shirt, and twisted them almost
\npainfully, Alex shot his load all over Mulder’s now limp cock and stomach.
\nThey stood motionless for a long while, neither wanting to spoil the moment.
\nFinally, with a deep penetrating kiss, they separated, finding their own
\nreflections in the room’s mirror.<\/p>\n
“You know, I could get to like this, Krychek” Mulder said, as he searched for
\nsome towels to clean himself up. “And I could *definatly* get used to it”,
\nwhich he followed with a quick peck on the lips.<\/p>\n
Krychek got a coy look on his face, and said, “I could too. But one thing.”<\/p>\n
“Yeah, Alex?”<\/p>\n
Krychek smiled, “Just remember to wash that uniform before giving it back to
\nit’s owner.” <\/p>\n
Mulder smiled, and started towards his partner. *KNOCK* *KNOCK* “Agent Mulder?
\nWe’re ready to fit you with your vest and mic now” the voice said, from behind
\nthe bathroom door.<\/p>\n
Remembering where he was, and his original mission, Mulder replied back, saying
\nhe’d be out soon, then waited for the footsteps outside of the door to quietly
\nfade out with the distance. Kryckek’s face turned down, momentarily forgetting
\nthe passion they had shared and returning to the hostage situation at hand.
\n“I’ll be fine” urged Mulder, and put the palm of his hand gently on his
\npartner’s chest. Alex’s eyes rose to meet Mulder’s, and he smiled back. Yes,
\nhe knew Mulder could handle himself.<\/p>\n
“I know… Just be careful.”<\/p>\n
“Well, if you can promise another performance like the one we just had, I
\nswear I will be.” He shot a smile to his partner, and left the small room,
\nready for the task at hand.<\/p>\n
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