Witching Hour Revisited
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"I want to do something special for Valentine's Day," Mulder
Sin and Alex looked up from the paperwork they were completing for their
last case. "What did you have in mind?" Alex asked curiously. He
and Sin watched with bemusement as Mulder actually blushed and mumbled
"What?" Alex was really curious now.
"I said that I want the three of us to go back to that club,
Sin and Alex grinned. "Really?"
"Yes. It was... interesting."
"You mean hot," Alex interjected.
Mulder glared. "Whatever. Do you want to go or not?"
"Hell, yeah!" Alex laughed, and Sin nodded. "But this
time, I get to choose the clothes."
Mulder winced but nodded, and the subject was dropped until the following
Monday, Valentine's Day. Mulder had been antsier than usual at work that
day, excited about the night ahead, and Scully had finally chased him out
"Go on, go home, Mulder," she'd said in exasperation, pushing
him toward the door. "You're worse than useless here. All you're doing
is distracting me, too."
Mulder'd mumbled an apology and gone. Now, staring at his reflection, he
was more nervous than ever. Alex had dressed the three of them in matching,
skintight, black leather outfits made up of lace-up pants with an
abbreviated bustier for Sin and studded straps criss-crossed over their
chests for the men. There were studded collars as well, but Mulder had
"No way," he said emphatically. "I like being able to get
at your throats. You moan so nicely when I do."
Alex and Sin chuckled, very familiar with Fox's oral fixation. "Do
you have any idea," Alex demanded, "how difficult it is to be
taken seriously by terrorists, etc. when I have a huge hickey on my
Mulder just looked at him like a whipped puppy, lower lip quivering and
all big hazel eyes, and Alex caved. He muttered something about it being
ridiculous for a grown man to give in that easily, but Mulder just smirked
at him. When Alex glared, Fox kissed him, and suddenly Alex didn't mind that
Mulder almost always got his way. Sin just giggled, having been on the
receiving end of one of Mulder's pouts often enough herself.
Alex pulled away slightly and held out a hand to Sin, drawing her to
stand in front of him. Eyeing the matching outfits and identical, tri-tone
earrings they always wore except when he was working, Mulder shook his head.
"Is there some reason we look like a matched set?"
"You mean aside from the fact that we are?" Alex asked, then
held up his hands in self-defense against the dirty look Fox gave him.
"Okay, okay, no need to get violent. You nearly got yourself claimed
last time, and I just wanted to make sure it doesn't happen again."
"It's not like I'd actually go with them," Fox protested.
"Some of these people can be very determined. You wouldn't want me
to have to kill someone, would you?" Alex said, his jealousy flaring
Mulder blinked and subsided. It still surprised him sometimes when Alex
or Sin got possessive of him. It wasn't like he looked like them.
Alex and Sin could tell what he was thinking and barely restrained sighs
of disbelief. It continually amazed them that Fox could be so oblivious of
his own attractions. They were just grateful that no one had snapped him up
before they got the chance. Not that Scully hadn't tried, but Fox was so
damn clueless he'd never even realized that her feelings were anything other
After a last glance in the mirror to check their appearance, they left
for the club, looking forward to some fun. It was a bit late when they got
there, so the tables were already staked out. A group of three young women
took one look at Alex and Fox, though, and immediately offered to share
their table. With a glance at Sin to see that she was amused rather than
angered by being ignored, Alex accepted the invitation, and the three of
them sat down.
Not even acknowledging Sin's presence between the two men, the girls
started flirting with Alex and Fox, trying to impress them.
"I haven't seen you here before," one of them simpered at Alex,
fluttering heavily made up lashes at him.
Alex eyed her. "No, I don't like to share these two very often, but
we were in the mood for some fun."
The girl blinked in surprise, suddenly realizing that they were a
threesome, not just three friends out together. Sin wondered how much more
obvious they could have made it but didn't bother to comment on the girls'
obtuseness. She could understand how looking at Alex and Fox could make them
ignore the signs in hopes of getting one of them.
One of the girls wasn't so quick to give up hope. She leaned forward,
flaunting her cleavage at Alex, who sat across from her. "I like fun,
gorgeous. Wanna play?"
Alex just stared at her, wondering how she could possibly imagine that
he'd dump Fox or Sin, let alone both of them, for her. Mulder started to
find it less amusing now that Alex was the focus, and his possessive streak
rose up. He slung one arm along the back of the booth, pulling both Alex and
Sin closer to him, and glared at the girl. "Back off," he snapped.
"God," she moaned, staring at the two of them, still somehow
managing to ignore Sin between them, "what a waste."
"I don't think so," Sin stated, finally speaking up. The
three girls looked at her in surprise.
"What are you," one of them sneered, "the mascot?"
Sin shook her head pityingly. "Envy can be so ugly. Be thankful you
get to look at them." Then it was her turn to ignore the young women as
she focused her attention on Fox. "It's your night, Fox. Do you want to
dance for a while or go downstairs now?"
Fox chewed on his lower lip as he thought about it, unaware that
everyone's eyes were focused on him now. "Anticipation is fun," he
finally decided. "Let's stay up here for a while."
"Let's dance, at least," Alex asked, wanting to touch them.
They moved out onto the dance floor, the three girls already forgotten,
Alex and Sin placing Fox between them by mutual, unspoken consent. Alex
danced behind Mulder, his hands on his hips and his cock pressed against his
ass. Sin danced facing Fox, her arms draped around his neck and their bodies
tight together. The three of them moved together sensually, the beat of the
music pulsing through them, and a space cleared around them as people
Gradually the others in the club turned their attention back to their own
partners when it became clear that the trio wasn't interested in gaining any
playmates or sharing, though not without an occasional wistful glance in
their direction. They danced together through four more songs before Alex
gave in to the urge to cause a little excitement.
As one song ended, he drifted away from Fox, letting the crowd sweep him
over to the other side of the dance floor where people hadn't been able to
see the three of them. He stopped in front of a big guy, leather-clad and
dripping with chains, and he looked up coquettishly through his lashes. The
big biker took one look at what he thought was someone's boytoy dumped for
something new, though he couldn't imagine what could be prettier, and he
pulled Alex against his chest. He cupped Alex's ass in one meaty paw, and
Alex had a hard time holding back his grin.
I may be out of practice, but I've still got it. Gee, I wonder if Fox
would let me keep him? Every boy needs a pet. Alex snickered and turned
it into a cough to hide it. He slid his hands up the hairy chest and smirked
when the guy shuddered. "What's your name, big guy?" he cooed,
hamming it up and wondering if he was giving himself cavities. The things
I do for you to push your buttons, Fox! I hope you appreciate it. He
choked back another laugh, knowing full well that Fox was going to be
totally pissed when he saw him.
"Lance," was the rumbled response, and Alex had to bite the
inside of his cheek hard to hold back a scream of laughter. He petted the
guy's groin with a vacuous smile.
"Ooohhh yeah, baby, it sure is," he purred.
Lance pulled Alex closer, rubbing his groin obscenely against Alex's in
what he fondly believed to be an irresistible move. Alex wondered if he
should offer to give him lessons in what was sexy, but he cuddled against
the guy, rubbing his cheek against his chest. He linked his arms behind
Lance's neck and backed away slightly, pulling him out onto the dance floor.
"I wanna dance," he pouted, batting his eyelashes at his
unsuspecting victim. Lance had no more resistance to that look than anyone
else Alex had ever used it on, and they were soon in the middle of the dance
Across the room, it hadn't taken Fox very long to notice Alex's
defection, and Sin laughed when he pointed out their lover's absence.
"I just know he's stirring up trouble," Mulder groaned, peering
around suspiciously, trying to catch a glance of his missing partner.
"Of course," Sin agreed with a giggle. "He's Alex."
Mulder started to reply but stopped in mid word, his mouth hanging open
and his widening eyes fixed on something over Sin's shoulder. Curious, she
turned around to see what had caught his attention, knowing that Alex had to
be involved somehow, but even she was taken aback by the sight that met her
Alex was engulfed in the embrace of a veritable bear of a man, dancing
with him in the middle of the dance floor, or maybe his actions could better
be described as foreplay. Even as they watched, Alex's hand reached between
the guy's legs and stroked his cock, humping one of his legs at the same
time. Mulder started to see red when one of the asshole's hands wormed
inside Alex's pants to stroke his butt.
"If that damned Sasquatch doesn't kill the fucking cocktease, I
will!" Mulder snarled, stalking toward the writhing pair. Sin followed,
wondering what the hell Alex thought he was doing. This guy was not
going to be happy about being led on and then left high and dry, and he
looked big enough to do some serious damage.
"Alex!" he snapped, coming to a halt directly behind his lover
and glaring at the hand in his pants.
Alex grinned over his shoulder, and Lance frowned at the interruption.
"Get lost," he growled.
Fox snarled at him. "You're pawing my property."
Lance's arms tightened around Alex. "Hey, if you were fool enough to
let him get away, that's your tough luck." He eyed Sin, who was holding
one of Fox's arms, hoping to prevent a murder. "Doesn't look like you
done too bad for yourself anyhow."
Mulder actually growled. "I did not let him get away. Hell,
he doesn't even want to get away. What he wants is to drive me
Alex chuckled, twisting away from Lance easily and draping himself over
Fox. He nibbled on Mulder's chin, ignoring the increasingly ferocious frown
on Lance's face. "Come on, baby, you know I don't want to drive you
crazy... except with wanting me, of course."
Mulder's hands clenched on Alex's arms, and he wrenched him back, forcing
some space between them. "And did you bother to ask this guy if he
wanted to play your little games?"
Alex shrugged. "I let him touch me, didn't I?"
A rumble like the start of an earthquake came from Lance at that, and he
grabbed Alex's arm. Instantly, Alex pulled free, spinning around to face
him, and the assassin had suddenly replaced the pampered, useless rentboy.
Lance actually flinched away from him, startled by the transformation. Cold,
wary green eyes measured then dismissed him, and Alex settled back against
Fox. This time Mulder held him close, his hand stroking over the flesh Lance
had touched, reclaiming what was his.
Mulder drew Alex away, and they started dancing again, all over each
other, while Lance stared after them, wondering what the hell had just
happened. Sin watched him for a moment, then spoke up, startling him.
"We'll be going downstairs soon, and you're welcome to watch if you
want. Alex owes you at least that much."
Lance stared at her, trying to figure out where she fit into this. He'd
thought the other guy had been using her the way Alex had used him, but it
didn't sound like it.
Sin sighed. "He actually owes you a lot more than that, but I'm
afraid that's the best you're going to get. We're not into sharing."
She headed for Alex and Fox, adding over her shoulder, "But like I
said, you're welcome to watch. Fox is pretty pissed, so he'll probably make
Alex give you a good show if you're interested." She reached the two
men, who each wrapped one arm around her, pulling her close so they could
Lance wandered away, shaking his head, but he made a note to head
downstairs a little later and check them out.
About half an hour later, Mulder glanced over toward the stairway, then
back to his companions. Alex chuckled softly.
"Ready to go play, babe?"
Mulder eyed him, still a bit irritated by his game with Lance earlier. He
knew Alex had only been teasing, but he had not enjoyed seeing
someone else's hands on his lover. "Yeah," he drawled. "I
have plans for you."
Alex paused, glancing back at Fox in surprise. Maybe he'd gone too far
with Lance? He grinned. Naw, it would just add a little spice to the
evening. "Well, then, let's go. I wouldn't want you to forget
anything." He headed for the stairs, hips swaying a little more than
necessary to fix Mulder's attention on him.
"Oh, don't you worry," Mulder mumbled, "I'm not going to
forget a single detail. And neither will you." He stalked after Alex,
not wanting to let him get out of sight. Who knew what new chaos he might
Sin followed behind, grinning widely. This ought to be interesting.
Despite his best efforts, Alex had never managed to get Fox this far out of
control before. By the time she got downstairs, Mulder had already pushed
Alex into one of the alcoves and had him pinned up against a wall as he
"You were lucky to find a vacant room right away," she said in
Alex grinned over Mulder's shoulder at her. "We didn't. But the
people who were in here recognized us from last time and gave us the room.
They said they'd have more fun watching us anyway."
"Well, they may have fun, but you won't," Mulder growled, then
sighed. "At least not for a while," he added, knowing that he
wouldn't be able to leave Alex hanging once he calmed down. But that was
later. Right now he was going to punish Alex and try to get it through his
head that he couldn't do things like that. He reached up, pulling one of
Alex's wrists up and securing it in a restraint attached to the wall, then
did the same with the other wrist.
He smirked at Alex, who only looked aroused by the situation. "Now,
baby, you're going to be punished for what you did."
Alex moaned softly, still grinning. "What are you going to do to
me?" He began to get a bit uneasy at the evil grin that appeared on
"Not a damn thing, lover," Fox whispered. "And you're
Alex looked confused, and Sin curled up on the bed, settling in to watch
the show. She was content to wait and let Mulder take charge for a while.
Actually, considering how angered he'd been by Alex's actions, she didn't
think she could stop him if she wanted to.
Mulder looked around, a twisted grin appearing on his face when he
spotted the guy Alex had been teasing upstairs. He nodded toward the man,
quietly asking Alex what his name was. Once Alex replied, he called out to
"Lance! Hey, Lance!" The man turned in surprise at hearing his
name, a surprised look flashing across his face when he saw who was calling
him and noticed Alex manacled to the wall behind him. He approached warily,
remembering how possessive Alex's boyfriend had been when they met.
Fox grinned at him, then whispered something in his ear that made a huge
grin appear on his face. He pulled back, looking a question at Mulder, who
"Okay," he said, unable to control his grin. "I'll play
along. What do you want me to do?"
Fox licked his lips and smiled up at him. "Well, you could start by
kissing me," he suggested, ignoring the yelp of protest behind him.
Lance smiled happily. "My pleasure." As he spoke, his hands
curved around Fox's hips, and they kneaded there like the paws of a
contented cat as he kissed Mulder, tongue stroking over every inch of his
mouth. Mulder was pleasantly surprised by the coaxing, sensual nature of the
kiss, having expected to be ravished. Lance released his mouth with a final
lick over the pouting lips, smiling at his expression of surprise.
"Everyone expects me to be a brute because I'm so big, but I like my
partner to enjoy things as much as I do," he explained.
Mulder looked a little shamefaced and kissed him in apology. Lance pulled
him flush against his body, accepting the kiss and deepening it, slowly
stroking Fox's body, caressing his back and ass. They were startled by the
sound of snarling and chains clanking behind them as Alex fought to get
free, enraged by the sight of another man kissing his Fox.
Mulder smirked at him. "Something wrong, babe? I thought you liked
playing with other people?"
Alex froze, staring at him in dismay. "Fox... don't. Please,
don't," he begged.
Mulder only raised an eyebrow and turned back to Lance, his arms sliding
around his neck as he kissed him again, immersing himself in the sensation
of being surrounded by Lance's warmth. Alex moaned, sounding like an animal
Fox squirmed in Lance's embrace, rubbing their growing erections
together, his hands moving restlessly over the hairy chest in front of him.
"Mmmm," he purred, "you feel good. Touch me," he
invited, "undress me."
That was one invitation Lance wasn't going to pass up, and he unfastened
Mulder's pants, one hand sliding over the engorged cock that sprang free of
the tight leather. "Pretty," he approved, petting the growing
flesh. "Can I taste you?"
Mulder hesitated, glancing over his shoulder at Alex, who wore an
expression of pained misery as he watched Fox and Lance. He wanted to punish
the younger man, make him think twice before pulling another stunt like
that, but he didn't want to really hurt him. The look in Alex's eyes told
him that he was bordering on going too far. He shook his head slightly,
having to look away from the expression of dumb gratitude in Alex's eyes
when he did. "No, hands only," he stipulated.
With a glance over Fox's shoulder that showed he understood the reason,
Lance nodded his acceptance. "Lie down, gorgeous, and let me make you
feel good. Hey, what is your name?" he asked, wanting to have
something to call the beautiful man in his arms.
Mulder stretched out on the bed, shimmying out of his pants and boots as
he did, and grinned up at him. "Fox." He ignored Alex's flinch
when he gave this stranger tacit permission to call him by the name no one
"You're shitting me! No way," he laughed when Fox shook his
head. "Well, you're certainly well named. You are a fox."
Mulder groaned, looking a little uncomfortable. "Guess you've heard all
the comments on your name by now, huh Fox? 'Sokay, I won't repeat 'em. Just
lie back and let Lance take care of you."
Fox tried hard not to roll his eyes when Lance started talking about
himself in the third person. He pulled him down into another kiss to shut
him up. He had to admit that the guy really knew how to kiss. He pulled away
to groan loudly. Okay, he was damn good at jerking another man off too.
Mulder's hips rose up uncontrollably, thrusting into that tight fist that
pumped him so exquisitely. A tiny whimper escaped him, and he gave in to the
pleasure, not interested in prolonging this encounter. His head lay in Sin's
lap, her hands stroking his hair and grounding him as he let the pleasure
wash over him, exploding into that talented fist.
Mulder lay panting, trying to catch his breath, eyes closed until he
heard a faint sound suspiciously like a sob come from Alex His eyes flew
open, and he looked over at his lover, who was staring toward the bed with
an expression of total misery. He followed his eyes and saw Lance licking
his hand clean. That hadn't been part of Mulder's plan, but considering that
he'd just used the guy to get himself off and to teach Alex a lesson, he
didn't think he had the right to quibble about details.
He glanced up at Sin and nodded toward Alex. "Would you unchain him
and bring him over here?" Sin rose silently and did as asked, leading
an unhappy Alex back to the bed where Mulder lay half-covered by a still
"You owe Lance an apology, Alex," Mulder stated quietly.
Alex stared at the floor mutinously, refusing to speak to the man who'd
touched his Fox so intimately, tasted his seed.
"Alex!" Mulder snapped, anger again rising in his tone.
"I'm sorry," Alex said sulkily, barely glancing at Lance for
even a second.
Mulder sighed but didn't push it. He'd known that Alex wouldn't react
well to his punishment. "You owe him more than that," he said,
indicating the other man's still rigid cock. Alex stared at him in horror.
Fox couldn't actually expect him to touch the man now! He remained
motionless, not sure what to do.
Mulder tugged him down onto the bed, rolling out from under Lance as he
did. Lance shifted onto his back, his erection tight against his belly and
dripping precome. He took Alex's hand in his own and placed it on Lance's
cock. "You're not a cocktease, Alex," Fox murmured. "You made
some implicit promises, and it's time to pay up."
Alex looked at him in dismay, wondering if Fox expected him to suck the
guy off. "How... what?" he asked.
Mulder frowned. It would serve Alex right to have to give Lance a
blowjob, but he didn't think he could stand to see Alex's mouth on another
man. Just the thought made a low growl rumble through his chest. No, that
would be more of a punishment for him than Alex. He could use his hands on
Lance. He released the hand he still held on Lance's cock and nodded at it,
indicating that he wanted Alex to start. Alex slowly, reluctantly, started
to stroke Lance, his own cock soft against his thigh. He worked the man
expertly, his face a mask of indifference, and he stared blankly at his
Mulder could see that Alex had retreated inside himself, and that
defeated the whole purpose of this. If he had to suffer through watching
this, Alex was damned well going to experience it too. With that in mind, he
started to caress his lover's body, stroking along his spine and down to his
ass, probing gently between the cheeks and slowly, carefully, working a
finger inside him.
Alex moaned in reluctant pleasure, still stroking Lance. Fox's hands on
him, in him, were arousing him, and his own hand sped up on Lance. He
squirmed, his own cock rising, unable to remain detached when Fox was
touching him. He started to pant, his own pleasure making his hands move
jerkily on Lance, who convulsed under his shaking touch, coming hard and
covering his hand with semen. Alex released him after milking him of the
last of his pleasure, trembling himself now and anxious to come. He was
afraid to ask Fox, though, since he had no idea whether Mulder would take
care of him or make him let Lance touch him again. He swore to himself never
to tease Fox like that again. He'd hated every moment of Fox's punishment.
Mulder could see that Alex was on the brink and, his anger appeased by
both the punishment he'd meted out and the pure lust the sight of an aroused
Alex raised in him, shifted until he could take Alex's cock in his mouth. He
licked the head, drawing a harsh groan from his lover, then sucked him,
letting the entire length slide into his mouth.
Alex yelled his name as he came, his hands clenching in Fox's hair. His
back arched as he drove himself into Fox's mouth, once and again, his entire
body spasming at the release. He curled around Mulder, shuddering with
relief when he felt the familiar embrace enfold him. He didn't even notice
when Lance rose from the bed, smiled his gratitude at Mulder, and left them
The other spectators drifted away, seeing from Alex's trembling that he
needed some time to deal with what had happened. Sin stepped over to the
entrance and pulled the curtain closed, ensuring their privacy as long as
they wanted it, then climbed back into the bed, wrapping her arms around
Alex as well.
Mulder held Alex, who was still shaking in reaction, rubbing his back
comfortingly. He was a bit surprised at Alex's reaction. He'd expected the
younger man to dislike his punishment, but he was practically falling apart,
and Mulder didn't understand why.
Sin saw Fox's expression and realized that he didn't know what the
problem was. She spoke Mulder's name softly to get his attention, not
wanting to disturb Alex, and held his gaze when he looked at her. Seeing the
concern in the worried hazel eyes, she sighed and shook her head.
"Alex's biggest fear, maybe his only fear," she explained,
"is losing you. Seeing you with someone else made him feel like he
Mulder flinched. He'd wanted, needed, to teach Alex a lesson, but he'd
never meant to really hurt him.
"Alex? Baby?" He tried to coax his lover into raising his head
from where it was tucked beneath his chin. Eventually Alex cooperated, and
Mulder scanned his expression worriedly. He was relieved to see that
although the green eyes were overly bright, there was no sign of tears shed.
He'd made Alex cry once, and he'd promised himself then never to do it
"Sounds like there's a story behind that," Sin commented, and
Mulder only then realized that he'd said that aloud. He chewed on his lip,
not sure how Alex would react if he told the story.
"Go ahead, Fox," Alex urged.
Given permission, Mulder did.
Mulder had spent a lot of time thinking about Krycek since he'd
disappeared, seemingly having been in the pay of Cancerman all along. Now
that he had Scully back and the doctors were confident that she was going to
be fine, Mulder decided to look for his traitorous former partner and get
some answers. He was only glad that he'd always remained somewhat suspicious
of the too-good-to-be-true green agent and hadn't acted on his attraction to
He enlisted the help of the Lone Gunmen to find Krycek, devoting every
free moment that he wasn't with Scully to the search. Months passed and he
started to wonder why he was doing this. Scully returned to active duty, and
their lives went on almost as if the interlude without the X-files had never
happened. So many times Mulder reached for the phone, intending to tell the
Gunmen to forget about tracking Krycek. Then he'd remember the wide eyes,
and he'd know that he had to find him, had to get some answers.
When Krycek attacked Skinner for the DAT tape and was involved in the
deaths of Scully's sister and Mulder's father, Mulder's rage overwhelmed his
lingering attraction to the man. He approached the search with renewed
vigor, now determined to find and kill the bastard for the misery he'd
caused them. But Krycek remained elusive, and it was only when Mulder had
pretty much accepted that he wasn't going to be able to find him, despite a
few stray encounters and one very strange trip to Tunguska, that he
literally stumbled over the man one day.
Wanting a change of scenery, Mulder had chosen to go in a completely
random direction for his morning jog, heading off in a direction he'd never
gone before. The rhythmic pounding of his feet on the pavement settled his
thoughts, and he was able to focus on his current case as he hadn't been
able to the previous day. He grew lost in his thoughts, gradually building
an image of what had happened to the two teenagers who'd vanished for six
weeks and returned thinking it was the same night. His focus on the case was
probably the reason why he didn't notice another jogger round a corner from
an alley unexpectedly, and they crashed into each other, sending both
Mulder's attention abruptly snapped back to his surroundings, and
mumbling apologies, he reached a hand out to help the other man up from
where he'd landed on the ground. The man looked up, dismay clear on his
face, and Mulder found himself staring at Alex Krycek.
"You!" he snarled, fingers curling into claws as he grabbed at
Krycek's shoulders, intending to haul him to his feet.
"Shit!" Alex scrabbled backward, trying to get to his feet and
back away out of Mulder's reach at the same time.
Mulder managed to grab and hang onto him, wondering how he was going to
control the other man. He had a gun with him, strapped to his ankle, but he
didn't carry cuffs when he was out jogging. Still hanging onto Krycek's arm,
he pulled out his gun, pointing it at the other man.
"Try anything - even look like you're thinking of trying to
get away - and I will shoot you."
Remembering the night Scully had had to shoot Mulder to prevent him from
murdering Krycek, Alex didn't doubt him now. He looked mad enough to do it.
Krycek thought that Mulder looked even madder than he had that day at the
gulag when he'd believed that Krycek had betrayed him. Deciding to wait for
a better opportunity to make his escape - and he never doubted that one
would come - Krycek followed Mulder relatively quietly, only objecting
enough to avoid arousing the agent's suspicions.
Concealing his weapon, Mulder flagged down a cab and pushed Krycek inside
ahead of him, giving his address to the driver.
Krycek looked at him curiously, wondering why he wasn't being taken to
the nearest jail. Little did he realize that Mulder was wondering the same
Mulder rationalized that if he were to put Krycek in a prison cell, he'd
be killed before the day was out. The only way he was going to get any
answers was if he held onto the traitorous bastard. He conveniently forgot
that he'd already had days alone with Krycek on their way to and in
Tunguska, and the Russian hadn't told him a thing that he hadn't wanted to.
On the ride to his apartment, he kept one hand on Krycek's arm, telling
himself it was to make sure he didn't try to get away.
They reached Mulder's apartment without incident, and Mulder retrieved
his cuffs and restrained Krycek, cuffing his hands together around a leg of
his heavy, wooden dining room table to make sure he stayed put. That done,
he headed into the kitchen for a beer, then pulled out a chair and sat down,
just gazing silently at Krycek.
After several minutes, Krycek started to twitch. "What?" he
Mulder looked back inquisitively.
"Why am I here, and why are you staring at me?" he
finished in a yell.
Mulder shocked him by grinning in response. Mulder had finally realized
that Krycek was thrown off balance by his atypical actions and that he had
the upper hand for a change. He wondered what Krycek would do if he
kissed him this time. Seeing the frustrated anger in the younger
man's eyes, he decided not to chance it. At least not yet. It had occurred
to Mulder that maybe the attraction wasn't quite as one sided as he'd
thought. If Krycek was attracted to him, it would explain why Mulder
always seemed to win their fights with barely a scratch on him even though
the other man was a trained killer. Either way, it didn't seem that Krycek
was acknowledging any attraction, so it was going to be up to Mulder to show
him the light. He decided that seducing the rat bastard would serve the dual
purpose of scratching a years-old itch and giving him a hook into Krycek.
Krycek eyed the slightly malicious smile Mulder wore uneasily. He had no
idea what was going on in that wildly convoluted mind just then, but he was
pretty sure he wouldn't like it. "Mulder?" he questioned again,
more quietly this time.
Keeping his eyes on Krycek but not replying directly to the question,
Mulder picked up the phone and dialed a number from memory. "Sir? It's
Mulder, sir. I've decided to take everyone's advice and take some time
off... No, sir, I'm not planning to break into any more Air Force bases. I
thought I'd just take a couple of weeks and relax somewhere quiet. I don't
think I've done that since my college days.... Well, sir, you and Scully
keep telling me that I need to take a vacation, so that's what I'm doing...
Yes, sir, I'll see you in three weeks." He hung up and observed the
look of dismay on Krycek's face with satisfaction.
"That's right, Krycek," he said softly, "I'm going to have
three uninterrupted weeks to find out all your secrets."
"Scully will never let you hole up here alone for three weeks,"
Krycek said desperately, grasping at straws.
Mulder nodded. "You're right, of course. So isn't it fortunate that
we can go to my family's summerhouse? I know my mother would never go there
at this time of year."
Shit! That backfired. Then again, it might be easier to get away from
him out there. I might as well make the best of it. It's not like I have a
whole of a lotta choice right now. With that in mind Krycek cooperated
with Mulder, sitting quietly while Mulder packed, then going along
peacefully to the car and allowing Mulder to cuff him to the door handle.
Mulder eyed him suspiciously but took advantage of his sudden capitulation
to get them on the road as quickly as possible.
Several hours later they were at their destination, and Krycek was
finally able to take the shower he'd wanted since his aborted run. His
relief at finally being able to clean up was tempered by the fact that
Mulder refused to leave him alone in the bathroom. He was aware of the other
man's eyes on him every second, and it made him unaccustomedly clumsy. He
cursed himself when he dropped the soap, then froze when he heard Mulder's
breath draw in sharply as he bent over to retrieve it. He looked over his
shoulder, meeting Mulder's eyes through the clear plastic curtain, and he
felt his heart jump in his chest at the flash of heat he thought he saw
there. He blinked and found himself facing Mulder's usual bland expression
and decided it must have been his imagination. He finished his shower
quickly and dried off, wrapping the towel around his waist when he was done.
Mulder motioned him into the bedroom and directed him to open the bag
Mulder'd packed back at the apartment. He pulled out a pair of sweats and
stepped into them, feeling more secure once clothed.
"Sit down on the bed, Krycek," Mulder ordered, still pointing
his gun at him as he had from the moment he'd released Krycek from the car.
Alex considered arguing, but he knew it was futile. With a theatrical
sigh, he sat down as directed, settling against the headboard. "Now
Mulder tossed the cuffs to him. "Now you put those on your right
wrist and attach the other end to the headboard." It was made of heavy,
solid brass bars, and there was no way Krycek would be able to break free of
it. Once that was done, Mulder eyed him, but he decided that leaving a hand
free was just asking for Krycek to pick the lock and get away. Fortunately,
he had another pair of cuffs, and he'd brought them along with just this in
He carefully put the gun down out of Krycek's reach and moved to the bed,
straddling the restrained man to cuff his other arm to the headboard as
well. He was careful to let his groin brush lightly against Krycek's,
lightly enough that he could claim it was an accident if Krycek called him
on it. He had a hard time keeping the smirk from his face when he felt
Krycek start to harden beneath him. This might be even easier than he had
thought. He glanced at Krycek's stony expression. Then again, maybe not.
Deciding not to push it just then, Fox slithered off of him, rubbing
against him as he clambered off the bed. "Nighty night, Krycek."
He waved mockingly on his way out the door, then paused in the hallway out
of sight. As he expected, after a moment, Krycek tested his bonds and cursed
virulently when he found that he was well and truly trapped. Mulder laughed
silently as he headed off for his own shower and dinner before going to bed.
The following morning Mulder entered the bedroom under Krycek's sullen
gaze, opening the curtains to let the sun brighten the room. He noticed the
rings under Krycek's eyes and the way he winced away from the light.
"What's wrong, Krycek, didn't you sleep well?" he asked, mock
Krycek snarled wordlessly.
"All you have to do is tell me what I want to know, and you can
leave here." Mulder enjoyed the sight of Krycek's nipples standing hard
in the early morning chill and his morning erection. He had to drag his eyes
back to the snapping green eyes and sulky mouth, and he paused to wonder if
this had been such a good idea. Despite his hatred, he was still attracted
to the rat bastard, and he didn't want this to backfire.
"You know damn well I can't tell you a thing!" Krycek snapped,
squirming uncomfortably on the bed.
Mulder tsked and shook his head. "Then this is going to be a long
vacation for both of us." He climbed on top of Krycek again, ignoring
the moan when he pressed against the fullness at the other man's groin, and
unfastened the left cuff from the headboard and refastened it to his right
wrist. That done, he released the other cuff and left it dangling from the
headboard, then slowly backed off of Alex. Once on his feet again, he waited
for Krycek to move.
"Well?" he demanded finally. "Are you just going to sit
there all day, or would you rather take a leak and get some breakfast?"
Krycek stared at him in bewilderment. He'd been sure Mulder intended to
make him beg for everything, and to have things just given to him left him
unsure. He got up slowly, his balance thrown off by the cuffs, then went
into the washroom. He was uncomfortable under Mulder's gaze, but he did what
he had to. Mulder even offered him a new toothbrush and let him brush his
teeth before taking him downstairs to the kitchen. He eyed the man warily,
unsure what to expect from moment to moment. Where were the constant
questions, the torture he expected?
Mulder moved around the room, preparing a simple breakfast from the food
he'd picked up at a store along the way the previous day. He was no cook,
but even he could manage scrambled eggs and bacon. He kept one eye on Krycek
as he made the meal, then served it up on two plates and sat down opposite
the younger man.
Krycek stared at the plate in front of him. Finally he said, "Is
this some new form of torture, Mulder? I think I'd rather be beaten."
"I hardly think bacon and eggs qualifies as torture, Krycek."
"Mulder, these eggs are the most disgustingly runny things I've ever
encountered, and the bacon is so burnt I think it's petrified!" Krycek
looked up as he finished his complaint and encountered Mulder's pout. His
eyes fixed on the slightly protruding lower lip, and suddenly bacon and eggs
were far down his list of things he wanted to sink his teeth into. When the
tip of Mulder's tongue stole out to moisten that lip, a faint moan escaped
Hearing it, Krycek realized what he was doing and dragged his eyes away.
"Look, Mulder, why don't you let me cook breakfast. No one, not even
you, should have to eat your cooking."
"There's nothing wrong with my cooking," Mulder sulked.
Krycek turned a look of disbelief on him. Mulder glared back, but his
eyes fell after a moment. The food did look awful. He usually stuck
to toaster waffles, take out and fast food restaurants. "Fine," he
grumbled. "If you think you can do better, go ahead."
Krycek shook his head and rose to his feet, going over to the fridge. He
poked around inside, slightly hampered by the cuffs he was still wearing.
Mulder had only gotten the basics and a few weird oddments, but it was
enough to throw together a cheese and bacon omelet, lightly seasoned from
the spice rack that someone else had clearly filled. When he was done, even
Mulder had to admit that his offering looked far more appetizing than what
had originally been served.
Krycek grew more and more uneasy as the day wore on and Mulder didn't ask
him any questions, didn't try to pry information out of him, didn't call him
names or hit him. He didn't know how to deal with Mulder like this, and he
had no idea what to expect next. Mulder so often barreled ahead heedlessly
that it was easy to forget that he was extremely intelligent and a fully
certified psychologist until one found oneself the focus of his head games.
Krycek didn't know what Mulder was doing, but he had a feeling that it
wouldn't matter if he did.
After one trip to the washroom, Mulder stopped in the bedroom to remove
the second set of cuffs and carried them back into the living room where
they had been watching a movie. Or at least Mulder had; Krycek had been more
concerned with watching Mulder and trying to figure out what he was up to.
It was obvious that he was trying to make Krycek relax his guard, but
something else was going on.
Mulder stretched out full length on the couch and called Krycek over to
Krycek jittered in front of him, not wanting to get that close.
"Look, Mulder, this isn't necessary," he said desperately.
"Krycek, I'm on vacation and I want to take a damned nap. But I'll
be damned if you're going to disappear while I do, so come here."
Mulder's tone grew impatient toward the end, and Krycek considered making a
break for it. After all, he hadn't seen the gun yet today. Before he could
make a move, Mulder reached out and yanked him forward, tumbling him onto
the couch on top of Mulder.
Krycek froze, unsure which way to go, what to do, and Mulder took
advantage of his hesitation to shift their position so that Krycek lay
spooned in front of him. He snapped the second set of cuffs around his own
wrists so that Krycek was held within his grasp. He'd left the key on the
nightstand in the bedroom, so there was no way that Krycek could get away
from him and get to it without waking him up first. He pulled Krycek more
tightly against him, like some giant cuddle toy, and sighed contentedly as
his cock nestled between the firm cheeks pressed against him, separated only
by two thin layers of cotton.
Krycek lay stiff as a board, the only sound in the room the quiet drone
of the TV and soft sound of Mulder's breathing in his ear as he sank into
sleep. Krycek tried to keep as much distance between them as possible, but
it wasn't possible to hold his entire body rigid for very long. Soon, he had
to sink back against the other man, and a faint moan escaped him as he felt
Mulder's heat against his back. Soon, the pressure of his ass against
Mulder's cock had the inevitable result, and he whimpered desperately as he
tried to squirm away.
That was, of course, exactly the wrong thing to do. His movements aroused
Mulder even more and, worse, woke him up. Alex could tell the exact moment
the other man became aware of the situation, and for a brief instant, he
thought Mulder might let him go then as some part of the weird game he was
playing. Instead, Mulder's arms tightened around him, and his cock pressed
more firmly against his ass.
Alex moaned his denial as Mulder humped his ass through the thin barrier
of the sweats they wore, then caught his bottom lip between his teeth when
Mulder's hands worked inside his pants and grasped his cock. He was
horrified to realize that he was semi-erect, but he couldn't prevent a groan
of pleasure when Mulder's knowledgeable fingers stroked him. Even being
cuffed didn't slow the man down; one hand pumped Alex's cock in the same
rhythm as he pressed his own cock against Krycek's ass, and the other rolled
By now, Krycek was squirming in Mulder's grip, thrusting into his hand.
His mind was a whirlwind of denial and pleasure, but his body knew what it
wanted, and he cried out as he came, Mulder's hand continuing to milk him
till every last drop of pleasure was wrung from him.
He shook silently in Mulder's arms, desperately denying to himself that
the last few minutes had happened, even as Mulder stiffened and buried his
face in his neck. Alex shuddered as he felt wetness spread against his ass,
and even he couldn't have said whether it was in revulsion or pleasure. His
eyes widened and he gasped when Mulder drew his semen-covered hands out of
his pants and raised them until he could reach over Alex's shoulder and lick
his hands clean.
"Mmmm," Mulder sighed blissfully. "Nice." He had to
bite his cheek to hold back a chuckle when a moan of distress escaped Alex.
He lowered his hands again, pulling Krycek firmly back against him and
allowed himself to doze off again.
Alex, totally unstrung by what had happened, expected to lie there and
have a nervous breakdown at the very least, but he shocked himself by
falling asleep in Mulder's arms.
When Alex next woke up, it was dark in the cabin, but he could see the
gleam of Mulder's eyes as the older man watched him. While they slept, they
had shifted until Alex was lying half on top of Mulder, his head pillowed on
his chest and one leg draped over both of his. Krycek hastily pulled away as
much as he could, still restrained in the circle of Mulder's arms.
"Ready to admit it yet, Krycek?"
"Admit what?" Alex wasn't giving an inch.
"That you want me."
Krycek snorted. "That would be pretty fucking stupid of me, now
wouldn't it? Christ, if the Elders thought I looked twice at you, they'd
kill me. Weaknesses are not tolerated. So don't waste your time inventing
some for me because I don't have any."
"Uh huh." Mulder was clearly unconvinced.
"Fuck you, Mulder!" Alex snarled. "So you can make me
come. Anybody can do that; it's just physical. It doesn't mean
"And that's why I woke up with you wrapped around me like ivy,
"I was cold, Mulder. Cold. In case you haven't noticed, you didn't
give me much in the way of clothing."
"Oh, I noticed," Mulder leered.
Krycek actually blushed, much to Mulder's amazement. Surely anyone who
looked like Krycek had to be accustomed to attention from men and women
alike. He gaped at the younger man, who glared at him defensively.
Alex grasped at the shredded remains of his dignity and demanded that
Mulder let him go. Of course, he didn't, and Krycek was left staring at him
in frustration, gritting his teeth. Mulder stared back for what seemed an
eternity, then without warning, kissed him.
Krycek gasped in surprise and Mulder took immediate advantage, his tongue
probing between parted lips, stroking over its counterpart, which retreated,
only enticing him in farther. He explored the new territory, learning
Krycek's taste, and he noted that despite his earlier protests, Krycek
wasn't pushing him away. Alex's hands, trapped between them, were clutching
fistfuls of Mulder's shirt, holding onto him as he relaxed into the kiss.
Mulder wasn't foolish enough to draw Alex's attention to it, though,
knowing that if he did, Krycek would push him away. He kept his hands still
on Krycek's back despite his desire to explore that beautiful body. He let
his kiss alone distract the other man and keep him in his arms. When
Krycek's tongue tentatively stroked his and cautiously began to explore his
mouth in turn, Mulder barely restrained a victorious moan. But then Krycek
seemed to realize what he was doing, and he jerked his head back to stare at
Mulder in dismay.
"Leave me the fuck alone, Mulder!" Krycek demanded, the effect
somewhat spoiled by his panting. Mulder also noticed that his tongue traced
lingeringly over his lips. Tasting Mulder, perhaps?
Mulder leaned forward for his own quick lick at those glistening,
slightly puffy, pink lips. Krycek flinched away, but Mulder had already
settled back and was eyeing him speculatively.
Without another word, Mulder sat up, forcing Krycek to do the same. Since
they were face to face, Alex ended up straddling Mulder's lap on his knees,
trying not to squirm with discomfort. Mulder held him there for a moment,
then raised his arms over Krycek's head, releasing him, and Alex shot off
Mulder glanced down at his lap and plucked at the stiffened cotton with
distaste. "Come on, Krycek. We both need to clean up." Mulder
paused long enough to unfasten his own cuffs on the way to the shower but
left Krycek bound. He did check to make sure Alex's wrists were okay, aside
from some inevitable bruising.
Alex flushed when he realized that Mulder intended them to shower
together. He stepped under the water reluctantly, flinching when Mulder
picked up the soap and started to run sudsy hands over his body.
"I can wash myself, Mulder," he snapped, trying to back away
"I'd love to see how you're going to wash your back with your hands
cuffed in front of you."
Alex paused. Mulder had a point. "You could uncuff me, you
"Not a chance."
"Apparently," Mulder replied dryly. "That's one of the
things you're going to tell me."
Krycek blinked in surprise, momentarily distracted from Mulder's hands
moving over his back and ass. "Wha-- Oh. No, you don't have to worry
about that, Mulder. Bill Mulder was your father."
"See, I knew you could answer my questions."
Krycek's mouth snapped shut. He glared over his shoulder, then suddenly
realized that Mulder's hands were still on him, were running teasingly over
his buttocks and inner thighs, in fact. He twitched away, and Mulder let him
go, turning his attention to his own body.
Krycek found himself backed against the shower wall, wide eyes fixed on
Mulder's hands. He watched them smooth along long arms and over strong
shoulders and a well-defined chest. He licked dry lips when Mulder plucked
at a hardened nipple, and he couldn't be sure which of them gasped. Alex
began to breathe in quick, breathy gasps when Mulder wrapped a hand around
his cock and started to jerk himself off. He couldn't look away from the
pale hand tugging at the deeply flushed length. He shuddered as if it were
his body Mulder was touching, and he was the one who cried out when Mulder
Mulder opened his eyes and focused on the deer-in-headlights expression
of the man opposite him. He sank to his knees and slowly trailed his fingers
up Krycek's legs, finally grasping his hips and rubbing his thumbs over the
soft skin beneath the pelvic bone. He stared into Krycek's eyes the whole
time, even as he closed his lips over the head of Alex's cock. He moved
slowly, not wanting to startle the man into pulling away. He let out a hum
of pleasure when he finally captured his prize in his mouth.
Alex's knees almost buckled at that sensation, and he clutched
desperately at Mulder's head as the only stable point in his universe. He
whimpered when he felt Mulder's tongue tease at the sensitive spot beneath
the ridge, and his hands shook as he combed them through the wet silk of
Mulder's hair over and over.
Mulder continued to lick and nip and tease for several minutes, pausing
whenever Alex got too close, until he noticed the water starting to run
colder. Then he took Alex's entire length, swallowing hard. Krycek nearly
screamed when he felt Mulder's throat muscles close around him, and his
orgasm exploded through him. It felt as if his entire body had melted down,
and he slumped against the wall, slowly sinking down to a sitting position
in the bottom of the tub, gasping for air.
Mulder, an incredibly smug grin on his face, turned the water off before
it could get any colder and climbed out. He dried off, then held a bath
sheet out with open arms, just waiting for Alex to come to him.
Krycek stared up at him for long moments before he wobbled to his feet
and stepped out of the tub. He took the single step forward necessary to
step into Mulder's embrace and allowed the other man to towel him off.
Mulder watched him curiously the whole time, but Alex kept his head down and
his eyes firmly averted. Whatever was going on inside his head, he didn't
want to share it.
Back in the bedroom, Mulder tossed their soiled sweats in the hamper and
handed Alex a heavy velour robe out of the closet. He rummaged around in his
pack and came up with a faded and torn pair of old jeans that he'd had for
years. He pulled them on, knowing that they were skin tight on him and that
Alex was looking at him. He had to hide a smile when he noticed the younger
man rearrange his robe slightly. He decided it was his turn to go without a
shirt, then thought that it would be fun to really shock the hell out of
Krycek. He turned his back to the other man and bent over to get something
out of his bag, giving Alex a good, long look at his ass. When he turned
around again, Krycek's eyes widened so far Mulder thought they were going to
pop right out of his head.
"What is that?" he demanded in shocked accents.
"What, this old thing?" Mulder asked breezily, flipping the
object in question with a finger. "It's a nipple ring, of course."
"On you?" Krycek couldn't have sounded more astounded if
someone had told him that seven leprechauns had just delivered seven pots of
gold to his front door.
Mulder looked faintly insulted. "Why not on me? Anyhow, I got it
done when I was at Oxford. I make sure to wear one often enough to keep the
hole from closing up."
Alex stared in utter fascination, one hand reaching out to touch it
almost involuntarily. He blushed when he realized what he'd done and
snatched his hand back, still staring. Mulder was hard pressed to prevent
himself from bursting into laughter.
"Jeez, Krycek, you'd think I was some ancient stuffed shirt or
Krycek just looked at him, challengingly. Mulder glared back.
"I am not. I happen to be a very happening kinda guy."
"Oh, Mulder!" Alex howled with laughter, exactly the reaction
Mulder had been aiming for. He grinned and reached for Alex's wrists,
unlocking the handcuffs and tossing them on the dresser. Meeting Krycek's
astonished gaze, he shrugged.
"After the shower, if I left 'em on you, you'd rust."
Alex chuckled. Besides, Mulder had the gun...somewhere... and he was only
wearing a robe. It wasn't like he was going anywhere, at least not dressed
like this as long as Mulder wasn't hurting him. This was almost like a
vacation, if he didn't think about Mulder jerking him off or giving him a
Alex groaned. Thinking about not thinking about that had been a
"Looks like you have a problem there, Krycek," Mulder murmured.
"Need a hand?" He expected Krycek to get flustered and back away,
but instead the other man hesitated a moment, then shrugged out of his robe.
Mulder found himself looking at a hardening cock, and it was his turn to
Mulder cupped the semi-hard flesh in his hand, feeling it lengthen, and
slowly stroked, still stunned by Krycek's acquiescence. He moved closer, and
Alex reached up to play with the nipple ring that fascinated him. Mulder
shivered; it had been a long time since he'd felt that particular sensation,
and he'd almost forgotten how good it was. He shifted carefully, making sure
not to jostle Alex's hand away, and licked one of Alex's nipples, then
suckled strongly. It was Alex's turn to shudder and he tugged sharply at the
ring he was playing with, making Mulder moan. Alex's eyes flew open at the
sound, and he stared down at Mulder. He slowly released the nipple ring and
placed his hands on Mulder's shoulders, just touching him.
Mulder looked up at him, meeting his eyes, then straightened up and drew
him over to the bed. He stripped his jeans back off, standing before Alex
proudly nude, waiting to see what he would do. Slowly, hesitantly, Alex sat
down on the bed and stared up at Mulder silently. Still holding Mulder's
gaze, he shifted backward until he was fully on the bed, then lay down.
Mulder smiled and stretched out beside him, one hand running over his chest
aimlessly, just maintaining contact.
He leaned toward Alex, his head lowering, and Krycek's lips parted in
anticipation. They kissed, mouths meeting at first softly, hesitantly, then
more aggressively. They probed already familiar territory, enjoying each
other's flavor, and Krycek's hand cupped Mulder's neck to pull him closer,
hold him still while Krycek took control of the kiss. Control passed back
and forth, with occasional pauses for breath filled with nips at chins and
cheeks. Gradually, Mulder rolled on top of Alex, writhing against him to
excite them both.
Alex tensed up, looking nervous. "Uh, Mulder..." he started.
Mulder stopped him with a finger pressed to his lips. He fumbled around
in the nightstand drawer, pulling out a half empty tube of lubricant, and
Krycek's eyes widened again. He started to pull away, but he stopped in
surprise when Mulder stroked it onto his cock and then reached behind
himself. He stared, gasping slightly, as Mulder prepared himself, moaning
softly as he stretched himself. After a couple of minutes, Mulder shifted to
his knees over Krycek, his hands braced on his chest, and smiled down at
"Wanna guide yourself?" he whispered huskily, a wild gleam in
Krycek didn't say a word, but he reached behind Mulder to take hold of
his own cock and hold it steady against Mulder's ass. Mulder smiled again
and pressed down, gasping as his body yielded to the pressure and the head
passed the still tight ring of muscle.
Alex groaned loudly, and his head lolled back as he felt the incredible
tightness of Mulder's body surrounding him, slowly taking in more of him
until an endless time later he was completely sheathed. He tossed his head
from side to side, moaning, his hips thrusting involuntarily as he sought to
go deeper still.
"Yesss," Mulder moaned. "Oh shit, you feel good." He
met Krycek's every thrust, urging him to go faster, harder, knowing he would
be sore as hell later but not caring. It had been too long since he'd felt
this, and he'd wanted this man for years.
Alex was moving almost on autopilot. He couldn't believe that he was
fucking a man and especially not Fox Mulder. He couldn't deny the incredible
sensations racing through his body, however. No woman had ever felt like
this. His eyes, which had closed when Mulder took him inside, fluttered
open. He groaned at the sight that met his eyes, Mulder riding him, ecstasy
on his face, that pouty lower lip caught between his teeth as he tried to
make this last as long as possible.
Sunlight glinting off the nipple ring caught Alex's attention. He
unclenched his fists from the sheets and reached up to flick it. Mulder's
eyes abruptly focused on his, and he groaned Krycek's name as he squirmed,
his rhythm abruptly broken. Alex liked the sound and this time tugged
firmly, then again, smiling when Mulder gasped. It was Alex's turn to cry
out when Mulder's ass clenched around him, a long, keening moan of
Alex shifted his hands to Mulder's hips, clutching them hard enough to
bruise as he thrust up into that incredibly tight heat. Mulder met every
thrust, speeding his own movements. He stiffened, his back arching, and a
deep moan escaped him as he climaxed, shooting a warm gush of fluid over
Alex's belly. Krycek screamed as he felt Mulder spasm around him, tearing
his own orgasm from him.
After a moment Mulder climbed off him and stretched out on his side
beside him. Krycek watched him curiously, wondering what effect this would
have on their interactions, but all Mulder did was swirl a finger lazily
through the small pool of his semen puddled in Alex's navel.
Krycek had no idea what he was supposed to do. He had no idea whether he
was still Mulder's prisoner, whether this would change Mulder's attitude
toward him, whether it would ever happen again, whether Mulder would
suddenly return to trying to beat him up for his many perceived sins. He
didn't know much of anything, in fact, and he didn't like the uncertainty.
In his line of work, lack of knowledge could kill, and when Mulder was
involved, that just made it more dangerous.
"Mulder?" he asked hesitantly.
"Hmmm?" Mulder seemed more interested in the patterns he was
drawing on Alex's belly.
"What just happened here?"
That surprised a laugh out of Mulder. "If you don't know, we really
need to have a little talk about the birds and the bees."
Krycek growled at him. "Be serious."
"We fucked, Krycek. What the hell do you think happened?"
Alex winced slightly. "Why?"
Mulder looked at him like he was nuts. "Have you looked in a mirror
"Damn it, I said be serious!"
"I am! You're fucking gorgeous, and I've wanted you for years. So
now I scratched the itch."
Alex pulled away, rolling over to get out of bed.
"Hey, where do you think you're going? I'm not finished with
you," Mulder said with an audible leer.
Alex refused to turn around, his shoulders and back stiff, his posture
Mulder tugged at one arm, trying to pull him around.
"Jesus Christ, we just fucked and you can't even bring
yourself to call me by my name!" Alex laughed bitterly. "Why did I
expect anything different?" His voice cracked on the last word, and he
abruptly stopped talking.
Mulder froze. That sounded like honest pain in Krycek's voice, but it
couldn't be. Krycek was an emotionless rat bastard who killed and used
people without a care. How could he be affected by anything Mulder did? That
would make him...human. Mulder groaned silently. How could he have allowed
himself to get so caught up in his desire for vengeance that he forgot the
simple fact that Krycek was still a human being? Suddenly, he felt ashamed
of how he had used the other man. And he had used him. He'd been
pretty sure from his reactions that he'd never been involved with a man
before, and he'd just barreled on in, determined to get what he wanted,
regardless of how it would affect Alex.
Alex. He hadn't allowed himself to think of the other man as Alex
since the day he'd found the Morley butts in his car. Alex was the sweet,
sexy man he had been starting to trust and had been attracted to, maybe
falling in love with. Krycek was his enemy. He hadn't dared let the two come
together in his mind because he'd known that if he did, he wouldn't be able
to hate him. But how could he love the man who killed his father, who hurt
Mulder allowed his hand to fall back to the bed, and Krycek got up, still
facing away from him. He picked up and shrugged into the robe he'd been
wearing and started toward the door. He hadn't taken more than two steps
when the sound of metal clanking together stopped him in his tracks.
Krycek's head lowered and his shoulders slumped, then he came back toward
Mulder and held his wrists out, not looking up even once while he was again
handcuffed. He let out a faint, bitter laugh as he stared at the metal
bonds, then turned away and walked out of the room.
Mulder stared after him, cursing himself for giving in to his attraction
to the man. Now that he knew what he was missing, it was going to be twice
as hard to stay away. He could still feel Krycek inside him, taste him, and
he wanted more. Then again, why not? Like he'd said, it was only fucking.
Why not have Krycek until he'd had enough?
Mulder sighed. He knew damned well that no matter how hard he tried to
hate Krycek, he could never do that to anyone, not even him. Maybe
especially not him. Not to mention that Krycek himself would probably have a
few objections to the plan. He flopped back on the bed, staring at the
ceiling, and he wondered if Krycek had already removed the cuffs and taken
off for parts unknown. Somehow, he couldn't bring himself to care enough to
move and go find out.
So he was really surprised about an hour later when the door opened and
Krycek told him that dinner was ready. He just stared at the other man with
his mouth hanging open.
"What?" Krycek snapped defensively. "The way you cook,
it's in my best interest to do the cooking."
Mulder blinked. "You're still here."
Krycek stared at him. "I'm wearing a bathrobe and handcuffs. Where
did you think I was going to go?"
Mulder just looked at him. "Gimme a break, Krycek. You wander in and
out of top secret installations, and you expect me to believe that you can't
pick the lock on a set of handcuffs?"
"Why the fuck do you think I spent a night and a day cuffed
to the railing on Skinner's balcony?!"
"Oh. You really can't?"
"No!" Alex stormed back downstairs, muttering under his breath
in Russian, and Mulder followed, a silly grin on his face.
Mulder settled down at the kitchen table, inspecting the food set out
there, and he poked at each dish and mumbled under his breath until Alex was
ready to stab him with a fork.
"Would you just eat something already!" he nearly yelled,
glaring at the blandly smiling FBI agent.
"Well, you see, the thing is..." he trailed off.
"What?" Alex shrieked.
"I don't really like sour cream, and you've got it over
Alex stared at him. "You don't like sour cream," he repeated.
"Of course, that would be why you bought it, right? Everyone
buys things that they don't like."
Mulder shrugged. "The clerk told me it went with the noodles or
something. It was easier just to take it."
Alex's mouth opened and closed a few times, but nothing came out.
Finally, Krycek very calmly stood up, picked up the dish of boeuf bourgignon,
and dumped it over Mulder's head. He watched a noodle unravel along Mulder's
nose and fall to the table with a small plop with great satisfaction.
"There," he announced calmly. "Now you don't have to eat
Mulder sat utterly motionless, feeling the chunks of beef, mushrooms,
pasta and sauce drip off his head and splatter on the table and floor. He
nearly went cross-eyed watching one mushroom slice follow the path of the
noodle that had so fascinated Krycek down his nose. It hung at the tip for a
moment before dropping down to land on the table with a splat. Mulder raised
his eyes slowly, focusing on Krycek, who stared back coolly.
"Why did you do that?" he asked in an eerily calm voice.
"Because you deserved it!" Alex snapped. Then he sighed.
"I just wish I had served myself before I did. I'm hungry."
Mulder sprang up from his seat in a total rage. "You sonofabitch!
I'm going to make you eat this shit!!" He lunged for Alex, his hands
reaching for the other man's throat.
Alex was easily able to sidestep the enraged man's grip, and he watched
with faint amusement as Mulder overbalanced and fell on his face. Mulder
just lay there for a moment, taking deep breaths as he tried to calm
Okay, Mulder, get a grip. The man had cause. You fucked him, basically
told him it didn't mean anything; he cooked your dinner anyhow, and then you
told him you didn't like it. If the tables had been turned, you'd have
decked him. Or shot him. Mulder sighed.
Somehow, understanding didn't make him feel any better. He really wanted
to strangle the smug little bastard. He should have just shot him rather
than bringing him here. This couldn't possibly end well. He sighed again and
pushed himself up to his hands and knees, shaking his head to get rid of as
much of the food as he could. Finally, he stood up, knowing that he had to
He glanced over his shoulder, only to find that Krycek wasn't paying him
the slightest bit of attention. Instead, he was rummaging in the fridge,
apparently looking for something to eat. Mulder sighed yet again, absently
thinking that he was going to start hyperventilating if this kept up, and
stomped out of the kitchen toward the shower. He considered forcing Krycek
to come with him, but he didn't have the heart. The man probably was hungry.
Aside from that omelet this morning, he hadn't eaten since Mulder brought
him here the previous day.
Clean, wearing a pair of boxers, and in a much better humor, Mulder
reappeared in the kitchen fifteen minutes later. Krycek very conspicuously
did not look up when he came in but kept his face buried in a book as he
continued eating a grilled ham and cheese sandwich. Mulder eyed it and
decided that even he could recreate that.
A few minutes later, smoke was billowing, Mulder was swearing, and Krycek
put his book down with a sigh. He turned around, looked at the cinders stuck
to the frying pan that Mulder was brandishing, and shook his head.
"You've never made a grilled cheese sandwich?" he demanded in
disbelief. "You have to butter the outside of the sandwich before you
fry it, Mulder, otherwise it just burns. And you can't let the cheese
overlap the bread or it melts and sticks to the pan and also burns."
"I can see that!" Mulder snapped peevishly, embarrassed at his
lack of skill in the kitchen.
"God! Go sit down and I'll make it for you. If I let you try again,
you may burn the house down around us." Alex wasn't pleased to find
himself making Mulder's dinner again, but it was a simple matter of self
After dinner and the cleanup was finished, a task that took much longer
than usual thanks the half-dried mess of noodles on the kitchen floor since
Alex had refused to clean it up while Mulder was in the shower, the two men
settled in the living room with books, both reading and trying to ignore the
other's presence. Eventually Mulder started yawning, and he put the book
down and stood up.
"Come on, Krycek. Time for bed."
Alex glared at him. "I'm not tired."
"Too bad, I am. Up." Mulder waited patiently, immovably, and
Krycek stood up, grumbling.
"Why the hell do I have to go to bed just because you're
"Because you're the prisoner, and I'm in charge," Mulder said
sweetly, making Alex want to hit him.
He balked when they reached the bed. "No way, Mulder, not again! I'm
not your fucking whore!"
"Contrary to popular belief, Krycek, you're not irresistible. I have
no intention of fucking you again. Once was enough," Mulder added
cruelly, feeling a hint of satisfaction when Krycek blanched. "But I
thought you might like to get the cuffs off one wrist for a few hours."
Krycek was annoyed with himself at how quickly he subsided with that as
an incentive, lying down on the edge of the bed. Mulder knelt beside him and
unfastened the right bracelet, then shocked him by fastening it to his own
"No!" Krycek howled, tugging frantically at the handcuffs,
wrenching a yelp of pain from Mulder.
"Stop that!" Mulder snapped. "There's no way I'm leaving
you loose, Krycek, so just shut up and go to sleep." He lay down behind
Alex, several inches between them and his cuffed wrist resting lightly on
Alex didn't expect to get any sleep that night, but he surprised himself
by dropping off almost immediately. Even more surprisingly, he woke up the
next morning to find himself spooned up against Mulder, held snugly in the
cradle of the other man's body, his own arm holding Mulder's around him. He
prayed that he would be able to disentangle himself before Mulder woke up,
but the soft monotone disabused him of that notion.
"You're a lot friendlier asleep, Krycek."
He stiffened, prepared to pull away, but Mulder grabbed his shoulder and
rolled him onto his back, then covered his mouth with his own. Surprise held
him still for an instant, then his lips parted to let Mulder's tongue
inside, wanting him there, wanting this kiss more than he could admit.
Mulder deepened the kiss, drawing a response from Krycek, but he forced
himself not to touch him in any other way. After a moment, he raised his
head, waiting until dazed green eyes opened, then said good morning softly.
Alex just stared at him, licking his lips, and Mulder dragged his gaze
away. He twisted around to reach the nightstand drawer and pulled out the
key to the handcuffs, unlocking himself. He reached for Alex's wrist, and
the other man flinched away, limpid eyes focusing on his.
"Please, Mulder, no more," he begged, unconsciously rubbing the
bruises on his wrist. Mulder eyed the marks uncomfortably, but he certainly
wasn't going to leave Krycek loose. At least the cuffs gave the man more
freedom than being tied to a chair.
"Look, I swear, I won't try anything or try to get away; just don't
cuff me anymore. I swear I won't do anything," Alex pleaded.
Mulder laughed harshly. "I'm supposed to take the word of a traitor
Alex winced. "No matter what I've done, Mulder, I've never
broken my word."
Mulder started to sneer, then hesitated. Somehow, he felt that this
mattered. And when he thought back over the years, he remembered that Krycek
had never given his word or made any promises, not even as a joke. Maybe his
word did mean something to him. He stared at Alex, who stared back silently.
"I must be insane," Mulder said slowly, "but okay. I'm going
to believe you. I guess it's up to you to prove me right or wrong." He
unfastened the remaining handcuff and tossed the set on the nightstand, then
stood up and walked into the bathroom.
Krycek stared after him for a long moment, then turned to look at the
handcuffs lying beside the bed like a silent accusation. Although he had
desperately wanted to be free of the restraints, he'd never expected Mulder
to take his word. Somehow he felt he owed the agent something now, which was
absurd considering that Mulder had kidnapped him. He slowly got out of bed
and followed Mulder into the bathroom, shedding his robe as he went.
Once inside the room, he hesitated, watching Mulder through the shower
curtain. He took a deep breath and pulled the curtain back to step inside,
head lowered against the water.
Mulder whirled around in surprise when he felt the cold draft as the
curtain was pulled aside and nearly fell over when he found Krycek behind
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he exclaimed.
Without replying or looking up, Krycek reached out and placed his hand on
Mulder's chest. He paused for a second, then gradually drew it downward,
stroking over Mulder's belly. Mulder gaped at him momentarily, then grabbed
his wrist in a steely grip, halting the motion.
"I don't expect you to prostitute yourself whenever I decide to
believe you," he gritted out.
Startled green eyes flashed up, then fell away from the furious hazel
glare. "I... I thought you wanted...." He couldn't finish.
"I don't want someone who's with me because he thinks he owes
it to me!" Mulder nearly tore the curtain off the rod as he yanked it
out of his way and stormed out of the room.
Alex was left staring after him once again, a tiny smile tentatively
blooming on his face. He finished his shower and went back to the bedroom,
which Mulder had already left, as he expected. Alex pawed through Mulder's
bag, finding a pair of jeans that should fit him, and pulled them on. He
very carefully zipped them up, taking care not to catch anything in the
zipper, and sauntered downstairs in search of Mulder.
He found the other man sitting in an armchair in the living room, firmly
shielded behind a book and refusing to look up. Alex went into the kitchen
and scraped together a breakfast, wondering how Mulder intended to survive
three weeks with only this little bit of food. He set the food on the table
and stuck his head into the living room to tell Mulder that it was ready.
Mulder wandered in a moment later and sat down at the table, eyeing the
meal warily. He looked up at Krycek, opened his mouth, noticed the way the
younger man's fingers were curled around the rim of his bowl of oatmeal, and
decided not to voice whatever comments he might have had about the meal
selection. He reluctantly brought a spoonful to his mouth, screwing his face
up as he swallowed. Alex nearly mentioned Mulder's astounding resemblance to
a cranky infant but managed to refrain. Mulder's expression underwent an
amazing transformation when he realized what his taste buds were telling
him; it was good.
He stared into his bowl, making sure elves hadn't suddenly switched it
while his attention was turned, then stared at Alex. "It's good,"
he intoned in astonishment.
Alex had to laugh despite his annoyance. "Maybe next time you'll try
something rather than deciding you don't like it beforehand. Most people
manage that by the time they're about five." He couldn't resist that
Mulder pouted at him.
Alex stared at that protruding lower lip, and he remembered how it felt
against his own mouth, on his body. His respiration increased, and he had to
moisten suddenly dry lips.
Mulder noticed Krycek's reaction, and he realized that he was making
progress, despite that stunt in the shower. He would have the man eating out
his hand before he was done.
Days passed, with each man advancing and retreating, neither knowing what
the other would do from one minute to the next. They managed a relatively
peaceful trip to the grocery store for supplies, so they were in no danger
of starving. The days were tense as Mulder questioned Alex about the
Consortium's plans and Alex adamantly refused to tell him anything.
Finally, one day, Mulder pushed Alex past the breaking point. "What
do you want me to say, Mulder?" he screamed. "Do you want me to
tell you that I killed your father? Well, I did! I got orders to kill Bill
Mulder, so I broke into his house, hid in the shower, and shot him when he
came into the room. And you know what? It would have been harder if you
hadn't gone to see him. He was a paranoid sonofabitch - just like his son! -
but he was distracted enough by your appearance that I was able to get
inside without him noticing."
"You bastard!" Mulder lunged over the table, knocking Krycek
out of his chair and onto the floor. He landed on top of Alex and started to
shake him, banging his head against the floor.
"That's right, Mulder," Krycek yelled, tears of pain and
reaction running down his face, ignored by both men. "I killed your
father! He was about to tell you everything you wanted to know, everything
the old men don't want you to know, can't let you know-" He
broke off abruptly, appalled by what he'd let slip.
Mulder froze, his hands still gripping Krycek's shoulders but no longer
shaking him. He slowly processed those last words. He stared down into
frightened eyes for a brief moment before they shut firmly, hiding Krycek's
thoughts. "Why did you care?" he asked quietly.
Krycek lay silently, refusing to answer.
"Why stop him from telling what I wanted to know?" Mulder kept
prodding, needing to hear the answer.
Krycek finally spoke, eyes still stubbornly closed. "They would have
killed you. They would have made me kill you." Tears continued
to leak unacknowledged from beneath firmly shut lids.
Mulder relaxed slightly. "Again, why would you care? You said it
yourself: you do as you're told."
"I couldn't do it, okay!" Krycek yelled, anguished eyes flying
open. "I couldn't have killed you, and your father was going to make
that inevitable, so I killed him! Are you happy now?" He turned his
head away, a single, strangled sob escaping him.
"No, I'm not happy now," Mulder said gently, "but I think
we both will be."
Alex's eyes flew to his, pained, wary, but filled with dawning hope.
Mulder's head lowered, and he covered Alex's lips with his own. This kiss
was different from the others they'd shared, both softer and wilder,
expressing emotions neither could yet find the words for. Alex's legs
parted, letting Mulder settle comfortably between them, and their pelvises
aligned, hardening flesh pressing against hardening flesh.
Alex moaned faintly, and Mulder hesitated, pulling back slightly. One of
Krycek's hands slid around to the back of his head, fingers combing through
his hair, to pull him closer again. Reassured, Mulder drew his tongue along
the length of Alex's jaw, only to pause again when he tasted the salt of
Mulder traced the visible trail along one cheek with a finger, then met
Alex's gaze solemnly. "Never again," he promised and was rewarded
with a smile of astounding sweetness and beauty.
"Alex," he murmured softly, lovingly, and this time Alex kissed
him. Mulder's tongue stroked teasingly over the welcome invader, and Alex
accepted the invitation to explore more thoroughly. As he did, his hips rose
unconsciously, seeking to get closer to the heated hardness pressing against
him. Mulder groaned and stood up abruptly, leaving Alex to stare up at him
in bewildered dismay.
Mulder reached down a hand to help him to his feet. "Come on. I
refuse to make love to you on the kitchen floor when we have a perfectly
good bed upstairs."
Alex held onto his hand once he was on his feet. "I didn't expect
you to be so straitlaced," he teased gently.
Mulder chuckled. "Later I'll be more than happy to fuck you on,
over, against and through every surface in the house, but right now, I want
you in a bed."
Alex gasped. Hot green eyes licked over Mulder, then he almost dragged
the older man to the bedroom. As soon as he stepped through the door, Alex
stripped off his jeans and threw himself down on the bed.
Mulder paused to admire the sight of Alex sprawled naked on the rumpled,
white, cotton sheets. "You're so beautiful," he murmured softly
and was surprised to see a faint blush wash over Alex's face. "Get used
to it," he laughed. "I plan to tell you that frequently over the
next fifty years."
Alex's eyes shot to his face. He stared at Mulder, afraid to believe.
"I mean it," Mulder said quietly, understanding Alex's caution.
"That is, if you are willing to put up with me for that
Alex sighed. "How can I believe you, Mulder? You've been messing
with my mind for days, blowing hot and cold, fucking me then treating me
like shit. How can I ever know that you're telling me the truth?"
Mulder winced. "I know you have no reason to and every reason in the
world to disbelieve me, but I'm telling you the truth. I love you, Alex. I
think I always have."
Alex snorted. "You have a damn funny way of showing it then."
"You killed my father, Alex! I didn't know that you were trying to
protect me; all I knew was that my father was dead and you were responsible.
What else could I do? I couldn't love my father's murderer!"
Alex sighed, sitting up with his arms wrapped around his knees.
"That hasn't changed."
"But it has. I know now that you thought you were protecting
me." Mulder looked away unhappily. "And you probably were. You
probably saved my life, something that doesn't seem to have overly concerned
my father. Please, Alex," he met his eyes pleadingly, "give me a
chance to prove it to you."
Alex stared back, so tense faint tremors wracked his body. If he said no,
he'd be giving up something that he'd never even been able to admit to
himself that he wanted. If he said yes, though, and Mulder was playing him,
he didn't think there would be much left of him. He chewed his lip
uncertainly, unaware of Mulder's eyes riveted on his teeth worrying at the
soft flesh. He looked at Mulder, his eyes tracing the lanky length of his
body, and he knew no matter what the outcome, he couldn't refuse this
chance. He held out a hand, and Mulder took it gratefully, sinking down onto
the bed beside him.
Another long kiss and they were writhing together, bodies entwined as
they rolled on the bed, first one then the other on top. Hands traced along
torsos, exploring sensitive areas, mouths licked and sucked, tongues tasted,
teeth nipped, hearts pounded, and touching soon was not enough. Mulder
reached for the lube on the nightstand and squeezed some out onto his hand.
When he started to reach around behind to prepare himself though, Alex
stopped him with a hand on his wrist.
Mulder's eyes met his anxiously, afraid Alex still didn't believe him. He
was stunned when Alex drew his hand down between his legs and pushed it
toward his ass. He couldn't believe Alex meant what he thought he did until
Alex laughed softly and raised his legs to prop his ankles on Mulder's
shoulders. "I want you, Mulder," he whispered, slightly flushed
from embarrassment at his brazenly exposed position.
Mulder groaned, his cock throbbing, nearly aroused enough to come just by
the sight of Alex offering himself so trustingly. He softly stroked one
gel-coated finger over the tight ring of muscle, determined to make this
perfect for Alex, not doing more until Alex whimpered and pushed back,
needing something, he didn't know what.
"Slowly, Alex. We have all the time in the world," he soothed,
his tongue softly caressing Alex's balls, making the man shudder beneath
"Do something, Mulder!" Alex wailed, his whole body
quivering with sexual tension.
"Soon, babe. I'll give you everything you want," Mulder
promised, applying more gel to his middle finger and slowly pressing against
Alex until it slid inside. He pushed inside slowly, easily going to the
second knuckle, then pulling back to repeat the motion. Alex moaned with
pleasure, his ass clamping down on Mulder's finger as he shivered then
pushed back hard.
Mulder chuckled and pulled his finger back as Alex moaned in protest,
then gasped when the finger returned accompanied by another. Mulder slowly
stretched him, sliding in and out, twisting his fingers, and Alex suddenly
yelped when Mulder stroked across his prostate. His whole body arched off
the bed, and his eyes flew open, fixing on Mulder.
"Like that?" Mulder purred, doing it again, and Alex's eyes
shut, and he gave control of his body to Mulder. When Mulder's mouth closed
over his cock while his fingers continued their play in his ass, Alex
thought the top of his head was going to blow off. He screamed Mulder's name
as his semen flooded Mulder's mouth, every drop swallowed with enjoyment. He
lay limply under his lover, overwhelmed by the explosive climax, but he
started to come back to life when Mulder kissed him, the sharp tang of his
seed still in his mouth.
Alex licked feverishly at the inside of Mulder's mouth, tasting himself,
and he felt himself stir. He cooperated eagerly when Mulder rolled him onto
his belly and urged him up onto all fours, knowing what was coming. He
spread his legs wantonly, arching his back and offering himself to Mulder,
wanting him desperately. When he felt the heat of Mulder's cock pressing
against his ass, Alex moaned and pushed back, anxious to feel him deep
Mulder held Alex's hips to prevent him from forcing this to move too
quickly. Despite Alex's eagerness, he'd never done this before, and Mulder
didn't want to hurt him. He paused at Alex's sharp inhalation when the head
slipped inside him, waiting until Alex pressed back again before pushing
deeper inside him. He advanced slowly, fractions of an inch at a time, until
his entire length was buried inside Alex and his balls were pressed against
his ass. He reached around to Alex's front, stroking the soft cock until it
stirred, filling and growing, then started to move.
Alex gasped, stunned by the sensation of being filled, stretched at the
same time as Mulder's hand pumped his cock. When Mulder began to thrust
harder, bumping against his prostate, the added sensation was beyond belief.
He was being overwhelmed with pleasure, surrounded by the smell and feel of
Mulder. He grunted with every thrust and whimpered with every withdrawal,
wanting Mulder to go deeper and deeper, feeling owned yet somehow like
Mulder belonged to him now.
They moved together desperately, Alex's hands clenched in the sheet and
Mulder's digging into his hips, eyes closed, aware of nothing but each
other. Mulder suddenly groaned and drove in as deeply as possible, burying
his face against the side of Alex's throat as he came. As he did, he gasped,
"I love you."
Hearing that pushed Alex over the edge, and he yelled, "Fox!" A
warm gush of fluid covered Mulder's hand and he continued to stroke Alex,
drawing every last shiver of sensation from him. When Alex sagged limply
beneath him, he carefully lowered them, twisting so they ended up spooned
together on their sides, Mulder still inside Alex. He knew he should pull
out, but he was loath to give up this closeness so quickly, and Alex seemed
to feel the same, judging by his tight grip on Mulder's hip, holding him
Mulder cleaned Alex up somewhat with a corner of the sheet, then simply
held him. He smiled when Alex's arm covered his, holding it close to his
chest. "I really do love you," he repeated.
Alex tensed briefly then relaxed. "I love you too," he replied
sleepily, already dozing off.
"...And that's how we finally got together after all the mistakes
we'd made over the years," Mulder finished. As he came to the end of
his story, Sin looked down at Alex. He was nestled in Fox's arms, his head
pillowed on his lover's chest, a smile on his face. He looked perfectly
content with the decision he'd made to be with Fox. He grinned back at her.
"So, now that you know my story, what about yours?" he demanded
Sin sighed, but turnabout was fair play. "It's not nearly as
interesting or dramatic as yours," she warned. "It was about three
months after you'd disappeared that last time, and I was in DC trying to
track down an arms dealer, when I first ran into Fox..."
Sin sighed, her attempt to get out of the building on time for lunch
foiled by the extremely annoying woman who was her supervisor. She pasted a
dutiful smile on her face, squared her shoulders, and turned to face the
woman. "Yes, Mrs. Wilkins?" she asked sweetly.
"Where exactly do you think you're going? Mr. Hardy needs that brief
by 2:00, and you're nowhere near done." The woman glared at her
Sin had had it. She'd been in DC for over a month, dealing with this
battle-axe, and she hadn't found the slightest sign of the arms dealer she
was after. Besides which, she was hungry! "Nor will it get done,
Mrs. Wilkins, if I faint from hunger! It is well after 12:00, and I have
been here since 7:00 without so much as a cup of coffee. I am going for
lunch now, and so help me, if you try to stop me, I'll report you to... to
whatever agency deals with slave labor!" Sin glared at her, a feeling
of satisfaction coming over her when she saw the woman's jaw drop, and
stormed out of the office.
She stopped at a hotdog vendor's and bought herself a chili dog, then
headed over to the Mall to get some sun until she had to go back to that
hellhole. She made a mental note to look into buying the company once her
assignment was over, just so she could have the satisfaction of firing Mrs.
Wilkins. She had a new appreciation for the people who had to work for slave
drivers like her.
She was so busy plotting various forms of vengeance on the harridan that
she wasn't paying attention to her lunch until a voice startled her into
"You're about to pour that chili all over yourself," the voice
said, and Sin glanced down in time to see that he was right and adjust her
grip. She peered up at the dark figure silhouetted against the sun behind
him, raising a hand to shade her eyes. As she squinted up at him, the man
seemed to realize her difficulty and sat down beside her, where she could
get a good look at him.
Sin was startled to find herself looking at a very attractive man in his
mid to late thirties, well dressed, yet with a truly hideous tie. She smiled
at him, suddenly feeling that the day was starting to look up.
"Thanks for saving me from a fate worse than death," she
grinned, and the man grinned back.
"How do you figure?"
"Well, if I had poured it over myself, first off, I wouldn't
have gotten to eat it, which I really want and need to do," she
punctuated her statement by taking a bite of her neglected dog.
"Secondly, if I had desecrated the hallowed halls of Hardy and Sons
with a stained suit, I'd have had to listen to a lecture worse than anything
an army of Jewish mamas could prepare."
He laughed delightedly. "Don't be too sure. You'd be amazed what one
Jewish mother can accomplish. I'm Mulder, by the way," he added,
offering his hand.
"Tammy Martin," she replied, vowing to kill her cousin for
sticking her with that name when Toren knew she hated it. "Just
Mulder?" she asked as she shook his hand.
"Unfortunately not. It's Fox Mulder," he explained in response
to her puzzled look, "but only my mother calls me that, thank
Sin laughed. "Okay, Mulder it is, then." She glanced at her
watch and jumped up. "Oh hell, I'm late! Nice meeting you," she
called as she raced back to the office.
"Likewise," Mulder called after her. "I have lunch here a
lot if you'd be interested in meeting me sometime."
She paused in her flight. "I'd like that a lot, Mulder. See ya!"
And she was gone.
Mulder stared after her for a long moment, surprised at himself. He
didn't usually pick up strange women in the park, but something about her
made him feel comfortable. He liked her. And if he was going to be honest,
he was lonely. It had been over three months since he'd last seen Alex, and
he didn't even know if he was still alive. He couldn't even talk to Scully
about his unhappiness because there was no way he could tell her that Alex
Krycek was his lover. He shuddered at the very idea. He couldn't be sure
which of them she'd shoot first.
That was the first of Mulder and Sin's meetings but far from the last. It
was the following week before they met again, Mulder having been out of town
on a case, but once they did, they talked for their entire lunch hour, and
Mulder invited her to have dinner with him. They'd gone out to eat and
talked, Mulder telling her about his job and his search for The Truth and
his sister, somehow knowing that she wouldn't mock him, and Sin told him
about her job at the law office and her problems with Mrs. Wilkins. Finally
they noticed that they were the last ones in the restaurant, and they left,
promising to meet for lunch the next day.
Soon, they were meeting every day that Mulder was in town, sometimes both
at lunch and after work, and Scully was starting to tease Mulder about his
mysterious girlfriend. Mulder made no move to introduce them, though. He
wanted to keep the two parts of his life separate, perhaps a holdover from
needing to do that when Alex had been involved. He even found himself, if
not missing Alex less, at least able to function around his unhappiness and
even enjoy himself with Tammy. The only thing he hadn't told her about was
Alex. He couldn't bring himself to share Alex with anyone, somehow feeling
that if he did, Alex wouldn't come back. He knew it was absurd and that the
likelihood was that Alex was dead after his four-month absence, but he
couldn't make himself believe it.
Mulder gradually started spending all his free time with Tammy. Not only
did he sincerely enjoy her company but it also kept him from staying in his
apartment, waiting for the phone to ring or the door to open. When he
allowed himself to think about it, Mulder wondered how Alex Krycek had
become so important to him so quickly. They had been lovers for less than a
year, but Mulder found it difficult to remember his life before Alex had
been a part of it.
Mulder couldn't allow himself to dwell on Alex's absence, though, or he
wouldn't be able to function. Fortunately, Tammy was well able to distract
him. They'd been seeing each other pretty regularly for about a month when
it happened that a show they wanted to see was sold out. Mulder suggested
renting a video or two and watching them back at his apartment, and Sin
It was somewhere in the middle of the second movie when Mulder kissed
her. Sin was initially startled, since he'd shown no sign of being
interested in her sexually before that, but she responded eagerly. Mulder
twisted on the couch pressing her into it as he covered her, his mouth
exploring hers while their hands slowly stroked each other.
When Mulder's fingers brushed a nipple, Sin gasped, and Mulder suddenly
reared back, an expression of dismay on his face. "Oh God, I'm
sorry," he exclaimed. "I never meant--"
Sin placed a finger against his lips, stopping his words. "Shh,
Mulder. It's okay. We're both consenting adults, and I'm not expecting any
"No, you don't understand," he groaned. "I have
made promises. I'm in love with someone else."
Sin sighed, refusing to acknowledge a faint twinge of disappointment.
"I sorta figured as much," she replied easily. Mulder looked at
her in surprise, so she continued, "Not to sound vain or anything, but
you never looked twice at me. I haven't gotten that reaction, or rather lack
of reaction, since I hit puberty." She shrugged.
"At first I thought you might be gay, but I've seen you check out
men and women. So it seemed reasonable to assume that you weren't
interested because you were involved with someone else." She hesitated
then forged ahead. "But you spend all your time at work or with me. So
I don't see where you have time to be with this mystery lover," she
ended, a question clear in her voice.
Mulder sighed. "He has to travel a lot for his job. I haven't heard
from him in four months. I don't even know if he's dead or alive."
"Oh, Mulder, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to poke at a something
painful." Sin was sincerely apologetic.
"You couldn't have known. And I'm the one who kissed you, after
"Stop that! You may have started it, but it was definitely
mutual." Sin glared at him, knowing from experience that men equated
her small size and relative youth with innocence and needing to be
Mulder backed down quickly. He'd learned early on with Scully what that
tone meant and that he didn't have a hope in hell of winning against it.
"Anyway, I am sorry," he repeated. "Still
And that was the end of it... at least for that night. The problem was
now that Mulder had kissed her, he found himself remembering how she tasted
and wanting to do it again. Sin saw and understood the glances when he
thought she wasn't looking, but she did nothing to encourage or discourage
him. He had to decide if he was ready to give up on his missing lover all on
his own; she had no intention of making him hate her by trying to wean him
away from someone he loved, no matter how much she wanted him.
And she did want him; she always had. She'd tracked down the arms dealer
she was after less than two weeks after meeting Mulder, yet she was still
here. Still doing a job she hated and didn't need for people she couldn't
stand, just so she could be with him. If friendship was all he could offer
her, she'd take it, but she hoped for more. She was falling in love with
him, if she wasn't already, and she envied the man he loved. At least it was
a man. If Mulder really had lost his lover, it would be a lot easier for him
to start a new relationship with a woman rather than with another man, who
would just seem like an inferior replacement. They continued that way for a
couple of months, Mulder wondering and Sin waiting. Alex had been gone for
six months now, and Mulder gave up hope. He felt he had to accept that Alex
was dead. He didn't want to, but he couldn't spend the rest of his life
waiting for someone who might never come. He was already doing that with
Samantha, and it was eating him up inside. He couldn't live his whole life
with only ghosts for companionship.
That decided, albeit reluctantly, Mulder's next difficulty was how to
approach Tammy without making her feel like second best. He didn't want to
lose her friendship no matter how this turned out.
For the next couple of weeks, Mulder made an effort to take Tammy to more
romantic places, out to nice restaurants for dinner, to make their time
together seem more like dates. She went along with it, waiting for his next
move. Finally he kissed her again, and for a few minutes, his only thoughts
were of her, not of Alex.
When Mulder drew back, slowly this time and his arms still around her,
Sin blinked up at him. "Are you trying to tell me something, Fox?
Oh!" She bit her lip nervously. "Sorry, I know you don't like the
name, but I do. It's the way I think of you. I didn't mean to let it slip
"It's okay," Mulder replied. "I don't mind once in
She smiled at him.
"And to answer your question, yes. Would you give me another
She regarded him uncertainly. "I need you to spell it out for me,
"I'd like to try and make it work between us."
"And what about...him?"
Mulder looked away. "He's gone, and I'm here. I've had to accept
that, and I think we could be good together. I care about you, Tammy."
Sin frowned, weighing the alternatives. Was it worth taking the chance
that his lover would return and Mulder would go back to him? She might never
be entirely certain of Fox. Then again, did she want to spend the rest of
her life wondering what it might have been like? Besides, nothing in life
was certain. Slowly, she nodded, looking into Mulder's eyes.
They both wanted to move slowly, so for the next couple of weeks, they
didn't go beyond kissing and petting, gradually getting used to thinking of
themselves as a couple. If sometimes Mulder found himself yearning for
deeper green eyes or a body that curved in different places, he quashed
those desires firmly.
For Sin's part, she was torn between wanting to be honest with Mulder and
tell the truth about herself and years of self-protective instincts that
urged caution. Her guise of helplessness, at least, was dropped one night
when they decided to walk back to Mulder's apartment after dinner.
On their way, a couple of teenagers, armed with a gun and knives, tried
to mug them. Mulder hesitated to go for his gun, afraid that Tammy would be
harmed, but she reacted instinctively. The one with the gun was still
demanding their valuables when she kicked the gun out of his hand, pivoting
in the same motion to knock the other one back into the alley the two young
men had come out of. As she turned back to the first youth to deal with him,
Mulder pulled out his gun and pointed it at their would-be mugger.
"Fuck!" the boy yelped, throwing his hands up in the air.
"Don't shoot me, mister! Please don't shoot me."
"And I wonder just what your response would have been if you were
still the one holding a gun," Mulder mused sardonically. A look of fear
appeared on the boy's face. "Yeah, that's about what I thought,"
he said dryly. He noticed a fleeting, sly expression, and he shifted
slightly so that he would be able to see if the other one came back out of
"Come on, mister," the kid pleaded, "we weren't gonna hurt
ya. You could just let me go. No hard feelings, whaddya say?"
"Gee, I don't think so," Mulder shook his head. "I'm
pretty sure that releasing petty criminals unpunished to prey on other
innocent passersby is nowhere in the job description I got when I joined the
"A fibbie!" the boy yelped. "Shit, Rafe, you sure can pick
'em!" he yelled toward the alley in disgust.
Sin had to turn her back to hide the laughter she was desperately trying
to hold in. This had to be the silliest excuse for a mugging attempt that
she'd ever seen. She took a deep breath to steady her voice, then turned
back, pulling out her cell phone. "Just keep him there, Mulder, and
keep an eye out for the other one. I'll call the cops to come get him."
Mulder nodded, and not too much later, the kid had been arrested, their
statements taken, and they were on their way home again. Mulder eyed Tammy
curiously as they walked, finally unable to bear his curiosity any longer.
"You reacted awfully quickly to those muggers, not even a second's
Sin shrugged, hiding her unease. "Martial arts training. I'm a sixth
degree blackbelt in three different disciplines. I just reacted. I didn't
have time to get scared." She hoped that would satisfy him.
Mulder looked even more surprised. "No offense, Tammy, but that
sounds more like something out of a bad movie than reality. You're not old
enough to have reached that level. Maybe in one of the martial
arts, but three?" He looked a little hurt. "I thought you would
tell me the truth, not make something up."
"Fox! I am not lying to you. My parents, well, my whole
family really, were determined that all of their children were going to be
able to protect themselves in any situation, so they started us on lessons
very young. I happen to be very good at that sort of thing... which also
seems to run in the family. I have a cousin who was an Olympic caliber
gymnast too." She frowned up at him.
"I don't much like it though that you immediately assume I'm lying
or at best exaggerating rather than believing me when I tell you something.
You really do think I'm just some immature kid, don't you?" She stepped
back slightly. "This is a mistake. It's bad enough that I'm a poor
second choice, but you're not even really seeing me. I can't do this."
She continued to back away until Mulder caught hold of her arm and stopped
"Damn it, Tammy, gimme a break! How can you expect me to believe
that? Even you must admit that it sounds ludicrous, like someone trying to
make themselves sound like something they're not. If someone said that to
you, would you believe them just like that, with no substantiation?"
Mulder tried to make her see sense, while avoiding anything to do with her
"I'd believe you," she responded with quiet dignity, and
"Tammy..." he floundered, not knowing what to say.
"Don't bother, Mulder. There's really nothing you can say. I gambled
and lost." She shrugged. "No one to blame but myself."
"Damnit, Tammy, don't make this into something it's not!"
Mulder snapped. "So I didn't believe you. I'm sorry, all right?
I still say it sounds pretty unbelievable, but that has nothing to do with us.
If you're looking for an excuse to walk away, just do it; don't play games
and try to make out that it's my fault for not believing you.
"Fuck, I know better than anyone what it's like to have the people
you care about not believe in you, but that's no excuse to give up on 'em.
Damnit, I care about you, and I'm not going to let you just walk away!"
He grabbed her and pulled her into his arms, his mouth fastening over hers
Sin moaned... in protest or pleasure, even she couldn't have said. This
was more passion than Fox had shown her before now, and she was reveling in
it despite herself. Mulder's hands were moving over her body, sliding up
beneath her top to tease at rigid nipples. Fox traced one hand down her
belly to the swell of her mound, a single finger sliding beneath the lacy
underwear to probe between the slick folds teasingly. The hand only remained
there for a moment before continuing over her hip and down to her thigh,
which he grasped and pulled up around his waist, pressing their groins
The difference in their heights frustrated Mulder, and he shifted both
hands to her ass, raising her. Sin wrapped her legs around his waist and her
arms around his neck as they continued to feed on one another's mouths.
Mulder staggered the few steps into an alley between the buildings, going
just far enough inside to be out of the light from the street and slamming
her back against the brick wall. He tore feverishly at her panties, ripping
them off her and shoving inside her. He was beyond finesse, simply aware of
wanting her, but she was in no better state and growled her pleasure as he
Mulder hands bruised her buttocks with their grip, and her back was being
scraped raw through the silk of her blouse, while Sin's nails tore at his
shoulders, leaving bloody furrows in his flesh. They came together
animalistically, snarling wordlessly, their bodies slamming together
brutally. Mulder came first, leaving Sin to wail in protest when he stopped
After a moment his head cleared somewhat, and he moved over to some boxes
that were piled nearby, propping her up on them. Mulder fell to his knees in
front of her, pulling her legs over his shoulders, and moved between her
thighs. His mouth closed over her, drawing a howl from her, and he tasted
his seed mixed with her wetness. She was so close that it only took moments,
a few swipes of his tongue, and she groaned loudly and shuddered as she
came. Mulder continued, licking their combined fluids away and teasing her
sensitive flesh as she whimpered, twisting in his hands, until she came a
second time. Only then did he sit back on his haunches, panting, and smirk
Too sated to hit him for that self-satisfied expression, Sin contented
herself with sticking her tongue out at him. "This hasn't solved
anything, you know, Mulder," she said unhappily.
"Maybe not, but it's proved that we have something between us."
"Sex, Mulder. That's no basis for a relationship," Sin snapped.
Mulder looked at her directly, without evasion. "No, but you know
that's not all it is. Give me a chance, Tammy," he pleaded, unable to
say more but his eyes telling her that he cared.
Sin wasn't proof against the pitiful expression in those hazel eyes,
still green with recent passion, and she nodded. She agreed to give the
relationship a chance, praying that she would survive it, and went home with
him that night.
"...And two weeks later you came back, Alex," she finished.
"Now do you understand why I said that I knew I'd lose to you if it
came to it?"
Alex didn't reply in words. Instead, he pushed out of Mulder's embrace
where he'd been lying as he listened to Sin's story and pulled her into his
arms. He held her tightly to him, his cheek resting on her hair as he
wrapped himself around her. "But nobody lost, baby. I love you, Sin. We
both do. I wouldn't want to lose you any more than Fox. We're... oh God, I
don't believe how sappy this sounds!" he groaned, "we're a
Sin had to chuckle. "That must have hurt."
"You have no idea," Alex agreed with heartfelt fervor. Still
holding onto her, he twisted so they both lay on top of Fox, who had no
objections. Mulder hugged both of them to him, squirming until one was on
either side of him, half on top of him.
"Hey!" Alex objected mildly. "How come you get the middle
Mulder just pouted at him, and Alex sighed. "That is so
Sin snickered, getting an injured look from Alex in response.
"Sorry, Alex, but you're about as strong as soggy toast when he pouts
"Like you do so much better!"
"Well, no," she admitted with a grin. "But on me it just
looks vapidly feminine. On you, it's downright silly."
Alex pretended to smother her with a pillow while she laughed at him.
"Hey, watch it! I'm under you, ya know!" Mulder yelped. "I
That turned both of them on him, mouths fastening onto him with the
express intention of leaving bruises, and he definitely wasn't objecting. As
he writhed and moaned under their attentions, a shadow lingering on the
other side of the drawn curtain attracted his attention. When Alex and Sin
sat up to admire their efforts, he nodded weakly toward the curtain.
"It's kind of unfair of us to leave it closed after those other
people gave up this alcove so they could watch us, don't you think?" he
panted, his hips still moving involuntarily.
A tiny smile curved Alex's lips. "Why don't you just admit that you
get off on people watching you, Fox? I never knew what an exhibitionist you
"Watching us," Mulder corrected.
"Of course, baby," Alex cooed, getting a pillow in the face
from Mulder in retaliation.
Laughing, Sin rose from the bed, shedding her clothing as she did, and
walked over to open the curtain. She was momentarily startled to find
several people loitering just outside, then had to restrain a laugh when she
saw how their eyes darted first to the two men in the bed, then back to her.
She pushed the curtain all the way open, a faint chirrup of laughter
escaping her when she heard the sighs of relief. Once done, she returned to
the bed, curling up beside her lovers, waiting to see what would happen
Mulder glanced over at the slowly growing crowd of people, then turned
his attention to the two in bed with him. His hands caressed them lazily,
enjoying the sensation of their skin against his. Alex turned onto his belly
and braced his head on his hands, grinning down at Mulder, whose hand had
immediately moved to his ass when he'd changed position.
"So, Fox, what's it gonna be? This is still your night, so you're in
Mulder grinned back, his hand moving off Alex's ass to stroke lazily over
his own cock while Alex watched. He chuckled when Alex's breathing grew
shallower. "I want you both to take me," he whispered throatily,
his eyes holding Alex's, one hand busy on his engorged cock and the other
between Sin's legs.
Twin gasps answered him, along with several moans from their audience,
and Mulder laughed, squirming on the bed between them. Alex and Sin rose to
kneel at his sides, watching him perform for them, and both of them had to
clench their fists at their sides to prevent themselves from pouncing on
him. Mulder was writhing lewdly, one hand scratching at his nipples and the
other having abandoned his cock to push inside himself.
Watching him, something from Mulder's story earlier struck Sin, and she
leaned toward Alex and whispered something in his ear. His shoulders shook
with laughter before he replied to her equally softly, both of them still
watching Fox. Sin reached up and unfastened one of her earrings, a large
hoop, holding it in her hand while she leaned down and caught one of Fox's
nipples between her teeth, tugging sharply.
Mulder groaned loudly, a bead of precome appearing on his cock, and she
did it again. Alex bent down to do the same to the other nipple at the same
time as one of his hands slipped between Mulder's thighs to cup his balls.
While Mulder was distracted, Sin released his nipple, then fastened her
earring through the piercing. She knew he hadn't noticed, thanks to Alex, so
she hooked a finger through the loop and tugged on it.
Mulder groaned loudly, and his back arched off the bed while his legs
spread even wider. Sin and Alex both laughed at that reaction.
"Guess you like that, huh, Fox?" Sin chuckled wickedly, doing
it again, with much the same result.
He moaned in reply, squirming lewdly on the sheets.
"For my birthday, I want you to get your other nipple pierced,"
Alex whispered hotly in his ear, his tongue snaking out to trace the
sensitive whorls and making Mulder whimper. "Will you do that for me,
Fox could only whine and nod his head, his hands clutching frantically at
"My sweet baby," Alex purred, his voice like dark velvet
against Mulder's nerves. "Come here." He drew Mulder to his feet
beside the bed, and Fox swayed unsteadily, whimpering with arousal, then
rubbed against Alex pleadingly. "Not yet, Fox. You said you wanted us
to take you, and never let it be said that we don't give you what you
Mulder moaned desperately, realizing that Alex intended to drive him
crazy. "Please, Alex, I need you now," he begged, licking at the
younger man's chest, trying to tempt him to take him.
"Not nearly as much as you will," Alex laughed.
Sin's soft chuckle melded with his as she got off the bed and moved over
to the chest against the back wall. Mulder watched through heavy-lidded
eyes, most of his attention still on Alex until he saw what she pulled out
of the chest. He shook his head desperately, trying to back away, but Alex
held him in place.
"No, please," he whined frantically.
"You know you don't mean that," Sin replied with a sensual
smile, reaching down and grasping his dripping cock. Mulder couldn't prevent
himself from groaning with the pleasure of that touch and pushing into her
hand. He moaned when he felt her slide the straps over his cock, fastening
each one snugly, the final one wrapping around and separating his balls.
When she finished, he was more aroused than ever, but he knew he wouldn't be
able to come until they removed the straps.
Mulder moaned again and rubbed sluttishly against Alex's hip. Alex
grinned at him and dropped down to take the head of his cock between his
lips, lapping at it to gather up all the precome, while Mulder whimpered
some more at the still more arousing sensation. Alex sucked on him like a
favorite lollipop for a while, enjoying the taste of Fox in his mouth, then
pushed him down on the bed.
Mulder immediately spread his legs wantonly and raised his hips slightly,
offering himself to Alex. Sin curled against his side, once again nipping at
a sensitized nipple while she tugged on the ring in the other. Fox writhed
and moaned under her attentions, and he didn't notice Alex go over to the
toychest while he was distracted.
He couldn't help but notice, however, when Alex pushed his knees up to
his chest and ordered him to hold them there. He gasped softly, feeling
incredibly vulnerable and open in this position, his restrained cock tight
against his belly. He caught his lip between his teeth when he felt Alex
cover his anus with lubricant, pushing it inside him with a finger and
smoothing it over his inner walls. He moaned loudly when the finger withdrew
then returned accompanied by another, and he nearly screamed when Sin bit
down hard on his nipple at the same moment.
Alex chuckled and pulled his fingers out, watching Fox try to follow
them. "Don't worry, baby," he soothed. "You won't be empty
Fox's eyes flew open and tried to focus on him, but Alex pushed a large
dildo, liberally coated with the gel, inside him, and his eyes fluttered
shut again. He gasped, his chest heaving, as Alex worked the rigid length
inside him, twisting it slightly, then dragging it over his prostate. His
hands scrabbled at the sheets until Sin caught one and pressed it between
her legs so that his fingers slid inside her. She rode his hand while Alex
fucked him with the dildo, and Fox could smell the arousal on each of them.
Then Alex pressed a button on the end of the dildo, and Fox screamed as
it started to vibrate. The sensation built inside him until he thought he
had to come or his heart would burst, but Alex judged his tension finely,
switching the vibrator off when it was about to become too much for him,
letting him calm slightly, then building the sensation even higher. After
what seemed an eternity, Alex shoved the vibrator deeply inside him and
forced his legs down flat on the bed with it turned on. He sobbed wildly at
the sensation throbbing deep inside him, but Alex only laughed.
"Wanna play with him, beautiful?" Alex asked Sin, who laughed.
"You had to ask?" She still held Mulder's hand between her
legs, his fingers buried inside her, but now she carefully eased it free. As
she was laying his hand down flat, Alex reached over and caught it, drawing
it to his mouth to lick Sin's juices from his fingers, staring into Sin's
eyes as he did. It was her turn to gasp, and she leaned over Mulder to kiss
Alex, tasting herself on his lips.
But they were concentrating on Mulder tonight, so she pulled back and
turned her attention back to the wailing man stretched across the bed. His
nipples were hard and raw looking, his cock flushed scarlet and hard as
steel, and he was squirming desperately as he tried to stay in the position
Alex had placed him despite the vibration thrumming through his ass. She
licked her lips unconsciously, watching him, then straddled him, waiting
till his eyes opened a mere slit and looked at her desperately.
"Pretty Fox," she murmured. "Let me make you feel
Mulder howled when she sank down on him, burying his cock in her heated
depths, and her muscles tightened around him.
"Mmmm," she purred, "you feel so good inside me, fill me
so full." She arched her back languorously, her hands running up her
body under Mulder's heated gaze. Slowly she rose a bare inch, then sank
back, repeating the movement with a gradually lengthening stroke until only
the very tip of his cock remained inside her at the upstroke. She continued
at the same mind-shreddingly slow pace despite Mulder's pleas and
increasingly incoherent babbling.
Alex reached between Mulder's legs to run a teasing finger over the base
of his cock, then cupped his balls and rolled them in the palm of his hand.
His thumb stroked over Mulder's perineum, and Fox arched convulsively off
the bed, drawing a harsh gasp of pleasure from Sin as he was forced deeper
The sudden movement pushed her over the brink into climax. Mulder thought
he'd go insane as her muscles rippled around him, milking him fruitlessly.
He begged hysterically for them to let him come, but all Alex did was laugh
and kiss him.
As Sin stopped moving, Alex ordered Mulder to flip them over so he was on
top and to keep fucking her. Sin cried out as Fox drove into sensitized
flesh, not letting her come down from one climax before driving her to
another. Alex sat back to watch them for a moment, both lost in a sexual
frenzy, sobbing incoherently. It wasn't long before looking wasn't enough
for him, and he moved closer to join them. He made Mulder sit up on his
knees, still joined to Sin, and positioned several pillows where she'd been
lying. When Alex told Fox to go to his hands and knees, the pillows under
her raised Sin to the perfect height beneath him. Alex ran a caressing hand
over Mulder's flexing buttocks as he continued to drive into Sin, a teasing
finger stroking the stretched muscle around the dildo.
Mulder shook convulsively as Alex teased him, his vision momentarily
whiting out. Alex's other hand crept around to his front, flicking one rigid
nipple on the way to the other, where it toyed with the ring, making Mulder
howl Alex's name.
A deep shudder wracked the younger man at the sound, and his mouth
fastened onto Mulder's shoulder. He sucked ferociously, marking Fox, his
teeth nipping at the tense muscle while Mulder whimpered.
"You like that, Fox?" he rasped, sitting back up and releasing
the ring. His hand moved between Mulder's legs to toy with his balls again,
and Fox momentarily dropped on top of Sin, his arms and legs refusing to
"Yes," he whimpered, moaning when Alex pulled the vibrator
partway out, then pushed it back in.
"That good, baby? Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you
with this?" Alex pushed it into him again for emphasis.
"You," Fox sobbed. "I wa-want you." His back
arched as he pushed his ass back, trying to force the dildo deeper.
"You don't want this? Okay." Alex suddenly pulled the vibrator
out of him, wrenching a wail of protest from Fox as he was left empty.
Before the howls of dismay had faded, Alex's cock filled his ass, and Mulder
groaned his pleasure.
Alex was incredibly aroused from teasing Fox, and he knew he wouldn't
last long. He set a hard pace, stroking deeply into Fox, and within moments
he came inside his lover's quivering ass. He kissed the back of Fox's neck
as he lay slumped over the older man, recovering, then carefully withdrew
and settled himself against more pillows at the head of the bed.
He noticed that Sin was on the verge of unconsciousness from the
continuous orgasms, so he told Mulder he could pull out of her. Mulder
curled into a fetal position, curled around the throbbing agony that was his
cock, whining softly.
Alex watched him for long moments, admiring the beauty of his
desperation. When his whines decreased slightly in volume, Alex spoke,
directing Mulder to kneel in front of him, facing him.
Mulder obeyed slowly, forcing his tortured body into position. He'd never
been this aroused, this desperate to come, and he knew that Alex wasn't done
with him yet.
"Damn, you're pretty like that," Alex marveled, his eyes
running possessively over Fox's shaking form. "Stroke yourself, baby.
Show yourself to me. Show me what you like, and make me want you."
Mulder couldn't bear the thought of touching his aching cock, and he
turned pleading hazel eyes, now thin rings of deep green around lust-widened
pupils, on his tormentor. Alex simply raised his eyebrows and waited. Mulder
whimpered pitifully and placed a trembling hand on his erection. As he
touched himself, he bit his lip so hard a tiny trickle of blood ran down his
Alex watched avidly, noting every tremble, every moan. "Mine,"
he murmured, satisfaction redolent in his tone. "Tell me who you belong
to, Fox," he coaxed, wanting to hear it.
"You," Mulder whimpered without hesitation.
Alex smiled with pleasure and sat up, placing his palms on Fox's cheeks
and kissing him tenderly. When he drew back, Alex licked the tears from
Fox's face; Mulder hadn't even realized that his extreme arousal had caused
them to flow involuntarily from his eyes. Alex pushed him down flat on his
back and straddled him.
Mulder's eyes widened, and he shook his head in frantic denial as he
realized what Alex intended. Alex only smiled and shifted so that the
dripping head of Mulder's cock pressed against his opening. He'd prepared
himself earlier, while Fox had been occupied with Sin, so Mulder slid in
The tormented man could only sob as his aching cock was engulfed in the
incredible heat and tightness of Alex's ass. He was beyond screaming as Alex
rode him, aware of nothing beyond the contractions of Alex's muscles and the
fervid green gaze focused on him.
After an eternity, Alex slowed to a halt with Mulder's cock buried in him
to the hilt and eyed him assessingly. He pulled off and stretched out beside
Fox, pulling him into his embrace and stroking his sweat-soaked hair
soothingly. Finally, Mulder's trembling calmed, and Alex gently pushed him
onto his back.
"Okay, Fox, I need you to stay calm now. I'm going to unstrap you
now," he paused as Mulder whimpered his gratitude, "but you have
to hold on, baby."
Mulder turned a look of utter disbelief on him.
"After all this, you don't want to come like that, do you?"
Mulder moaned miserably but shook his head. Slowly, with many pauses to
calm Mulder, Alex removed the strapping. When he was done, Fox lay quivering
with tension, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. Alex stretched out
beside him and pulled his knees to his chest, opening himself, offering
himself to Fox.
Mulder stared at him, motionless, for an instant, then pounced. His
elbows hooked under Alex's knees to relieve him of the strain of holding
himself open, and his cock was buried inside his sadistic lover in one long
glide. A heartfelt groan of relief and pleasure tore free of him, and he
started to come before he was all the way inside. The orgasm felt like it
came from the core of his being and exploded outward through all his
extremities, and for a split second he lost consciousness. An instant later
he was aware again, still coming inside Alex, filling him with the release
of all that pent-up arousal.
He collapsed on top of Alex, feeling Sin roll over against them, vaguely
aware of the smell and sounds of their audience fucking each other and
jerking off as they watched. He forced heavy eyes open, glancing over to see
what looked like dozens of people screwing each other as they watched him. A
tiny, smug smile curved his lips, and he nestled his head against Alex's
throat. As he settled, Alex's arm came around him and stroked his back, and
Sin snuggled against him.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Fox," Alex murmured sleepily, and
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