Mulder found he was enjoying this feeling of being a protective older brother to
this new agent, Alex Krycek. The looks that passed between them made him feel
good. Although he attributed them to hero worship or admiration, it was really
good not to be on his own anymore. The solitude was starting to do weird things
to his mind.
They had just followed a suspect into an abandoned building. The trail lead to
this door. Mulder took one side of the doorway and Krycek the other.
"We move on the count of......," Mulder never got the chance to finish the
sentence he was mouthing to his partner. The world exploded into confusion as
several things happened all at once.
The door they were facing burst open before he had his weapon ready. Alex's,
however, was already up. Mulder couldn't believe it, the kid's reaction times
were incredible. Krycek's gun was firing almost as soon as the door had burst
open. Mulder had just barely caught a glimpse of the gunman as the door opened.
His eyes had been drawn to the sound of Alex's gun discharging, and then to
something else.
He saw Alex's face. He had expected to see fear or terror. The feelings that
went through his mind when he had his first in-the-line-of-duty-kill were still
vivid in his memory. But Mulder didn't see any of that in this new kid's face.
The beautiful glass-green eyes had taken on a cold hardness. The face was
impassive, almost calm. It was the lack of feelings that surprised him. It was
like watching a snake in hunt. Perfect and precise.
The eyes turned back to him, and the light within returned. There was a slight
turn to his lips, and he started to speak. He never got the words out, though.
Glass and wood splintered behind Mulder, as another shot rang out. Alex's eyes
opened in shock, surprise, and pain. His body hit the doorframe and slid slowly
down the wall.
Mulder was already whirling towards the window. The thought of an accomplice
hiding in the building had never entered his mind! Damn, this was sloppy work on
his part! His first week out and I've gotten my partner shot already. God damn
it! This couldn't be happening! He had let his partner down. This would do
wonders for his already damaged reputation within the bureau.
The shooter in the window never got off a second shot. Mulder's next conscious
thought was he had run out of bullets as he emptied his clip into the bastard.
It was only when he had turned in the doorway, that he realized that the bullet
that had hit Krycek had been meant for him. It would have hit him square in the
back, and he would have never known it. "You have the right to remain
silent....," he spat as he turned all his attention back to Krycek.
The kid lay on his side on the floor. Mulder gently turned the lifeless body on
it's back, looking for blood and signs of life. He found neither. As he checked
for a heartbeat, Mulder found the cause. Kevlar. Alex had been wearing his
bullet-proof vest, just like a good rookie. The pointblank shot, though, had
stopped his heart cold.
Mulder ripped open the clean, over-starched shirt, and pulled up the vest. He ran
his hand over the smooth, well-muscled chest, looking for a pulse. He took a
couple of vital seconds to call for help on his cell phone.
"No, damn it. You're not going to die!," he yelled. "I won't let you." Training
took over as he performed chest compressions and lifted the head to open an
airway. As he placed his lips over his partner's mouth, he felt the wetness on
his own cheeks. He couldn't be crying, it had to be sweat. It was salty on his
lips, it had to be sweat. Mulder was totally unprepared for the flood of emotions
he experienced as he pushed air back into the younger man's lungs. Moments later
there was a moan and a sharp intake of breath. Mulder pulled his lips away with
reluctance.
The moan had a sound, "Muuuuuuuuuuuuldaaaaaaaaaaaaaa." Had he just heard his
name or had the kid been trying to say 'mother'.
"Easy there, Alex, stay still, help's already on the way," Mulder said as he
wiped his tears from Alex's cheeks. "You're going to be just fine." We're going
to be just fine, he thought, as the sounds of the EMT's running up the stairway
got closer.
Hours later in the hospital, Alex had gone through every test that could be
performed, and was returned to his room. Mulder had been waiting the entire
time. His pacing in the hallway, like an expectant father, had just about driven
the hospital staff insane. Every ten minutes almost to the second, he had asked
if there was any news.
Mulder entered the room silently. The sight on the bed nearly took his breath
away. He knew that his partner was handsome. They couldn't go out in public
without turning heads of both sexes.
This had been an inside joke at the bureau. There had even been a photo taken
with a surveillance camera as they returned from lunch. The photo had been
enlarged by person or persons unknown to poster size, with the caption "The FBI
wants you!" The photo showed Mulder looking skyward with the wind tossing his
hair. Alex was at his side, looking up at him,—and looking as if he has just
dropped out of the pages of GQ Magazine. Mulder had loved the poster, even
though it was at his expense. He had kept it.
Alex lay on the bed sleeping lightly. His face was almost angelic in the light
filtering through the blinds. Damn, agents were getting younger every day.
Mulder couldn't remember ever being this young when he started with the bureau.
He hadn't noticed Krycek's eyes open. When Mulder's thoughts returned to Earth,
he saw Alex studying him, a smile playing across his face.
"Are those for me, Mulder?" He asked with a laugh, gesturing towards the flowers
and candy in his arms. "Now I sure that I'm going to die."
Mulder blushed and felt foolish, but quickly got under control again. "Well, I
wasn't sure what to get someone who just took a bullet for me...., I just wanted
to say 'thank you,' And, that I'm glad you're not dead," he stammered.
Now it was Alex's turn to blush, and he turned his eyes away. Through closed
eyes, he spoke. "I hear you re-started my heart, Fox. I guess that kind of makes
us even. Oh, I'm glad you're not dead also."
Mulder, let the name slide. There would be better times to correct him. The
room was full of emotions neither man could express out loud. Mulder crossed
the remainder of the distance and sat on the edge of the bed.
"I need...., can I ask you something?" Alex said as he looked into Mulder's
eyes. For a second, panic ran through Murder's head as he wondered if Alex had
remembered anything that had happened in that hallway.
"Anything, Alex, you know you can ask me anything." Mulder leaned closer.
"Will you help me get to the bathroom, " Alex pleaded. "I've got to take a piss
like nobody's business."
"Are you sure you should be getting up? I can get you a bed pan," Mulder offered.
"Please! I just lived through getting shot in the chest, do you want my bladder
to blow up too?" Alex said, swinging his legs off the bed. "Don't you know by
now that I'm invincible!"
Mulder realized there was no arguing with him and reached out to hold his
shoulders. As Alex stood, the hospital gown fell open in the back. Alex was
completely nude under the gown. With every step the gown would open and close
giving Mulder a view of the most perfect ass he had ever seen. He could sense
desire rising in his groin, and tried to justify it in his mind. An ass is an
ass, either male or female, from this side they all look the same. Besides,
there was no denying it, the kid was gorgeous. Once they got to the bathroom, he
couldn't deny anything anymore. His cock was at full attention.
"I'll just wait outside," Mulder said, as he turned to give Krycek some privacy.
"No," Alex pleaded. "Please stay. I'm not sure I can stand without assistance."
"All right." Mulder agreed as he moved his hands down to Alex's waistline.
"Whenever you're ready."
There was no longer anyway to deny it. His cock was still hard as a rock, and it
couldn't hide behind the fact the there was a asexual-butt in front of him.
Mulder wondered where the cameras were now, this would be an even better
'recruiting poster' than the last one. He wished he was back in his basement
office, hidden away, doing paperwork.
"I can't do this," Alex said pitifully. "Could you hum something, turn on the
water, tap dance, close your eyes....something, anything." He realized then,
that he wasn't alone in his uncomfortableness. The laughter that echoed in the
bathroom covered the sounds of Alex finally relaxing. Mulder was still giggling,
when Alex bent to flush the toilet. As Alex's bare bottom brushed across his
still-hard erection, Mulder jumped back a step. His face turned red and hot and
he wondered just how much Krycek had felt. But, Alex said nothing as the two
returned to the bed.
Albuquerque, N.M.
Alex had only spent a couple of days in the hospital, before being released with
a clean bill of health. Back on the job and back on the road, the two agents
found themselves in a hotel room in Albuquerque, New Mexico.
"Oh man, dinner was fantastic!" Alex exclaimed as he dived backwards onto the
bed. "Thanks, Mulder. I don't get too many chances to eat in a nice restaurant.
You know me, I'm more of a beer and pizza kind of guy."
"First of all, that wasn't a 'nice' restaurant, remember this is Albuquerque, "
Mulder corrected. "This is a city whose major claim to fame is that it's
responsible for getting more cartoon bunnies lost than any other in the nation.
And, second, we hadn't had a chance to celebrate your return from the dead."
Mulder was being sarcastic, trying to get Alex's goat. The restaurant had been
incredible. Situated on a peak on the top of the Sandia Mountains, the
restaurant had views that stretched for hundreds of miles in every direction.
The only way to get to the restaurant was a breathtaking, and sometimes
unsettling, two-mile tramway ride to the crest. Billed as the "world-longest,"
the ride took you from one world to another. They had departed from the hot and
dry high-desert environment, but arrived at the top to find pockets of snow and
ski-lifts. The towering mountain range shelters the southwestern city below, and
the view at night is beautiful to behold. Like a miniature Los Angeles, the
lights stretch for the horizon. It was probably one of the most romantic places
Mulder had ever been. The food was palatable, made better only by the
understanding that it had to ride the same tramway to the top of the mountain
everyday.
Alex Krycek had enough alcohol in him to not be out-done, not tonight anyway.
"Mulder, don't you know that New Mexico is famous the galaxy over for it's
cuisine. Little green men can't say enough about that diner in, what's the name
of that city again, Roswell? The foods to die for! Would you like your mutilated
cow well done, medium, or disemboweled, sir?"
Mulder, on his own bed, laughed, and then reached for a pillow and threw it at
the younger agent.
"I think I'll take a shower," Alex said.
Mulder lay on the bed, his eyes on the ceiling. His mind was full of thoughts.
He couldn't believe how close he had gotten to Alex in such a short time. Where
Mulder was cynical and suspicious, Alex was joking and boisterous. He wanted to
tell him how important he had become in his life. How he had ended the isolation
that Mulder had exiled himself into. He looked forward to each day now and it was
due in a large part to his new partner. But telling him could change
everything. Not only was it unprofessional, but there was the chance that Alex
didn't share these feelings of friendship. After all, it was only friendship,
since nothing had come from it. Mulder let the thoughts leave his mind as his
stripped off his suit.
The bathroom door opened, and a thick cloud of steam came out. Out of the steam
came Alex.
"Showers all yours, Mulder," he said. Wrapped only in a small towel which didn't
cover much, the sight of Alex had the same effect on Mulder as always. His heart
skipped a beat and his body started to respond. His eyes took in the body in
front of him. It was a swimmers body, nicely muscled. Beads of sparkling water
still clung to the almost hairless pecs, making glistening trails down his abs.
The only flaw was the remains of a small bruise to the left center of the chest.
The only mark left from the shooting the week before. Mulder unconsciously
reached for it, placing his hand over it. Krycek covered the hand with his own
and looked into Mulder's eyes.
"Does it still hurt?" Mulder asked.
"Only when I laugh, luckily I don't have to worry about that when I'm with you,
Mulder," he smiled and dropped his hand.
Mulder had forgotten that he was standing in only his underwear. Underwear that
was starting to strain from the pressure building behind it. He almost dove into
the bathroom.
He came out what seamed to him like hours later. The room was dark and Alex had
already curled under only a sheet in the crisp desert night. The light of the
neon sign outside provided a soft comforting pulse in the room as he dropped his
towel and did the same. His back was towards Alex, as he tried to clear his mind
for sleep. He was still wondering what the younger agent must think of him. He
was certainly living up to his reputation of being strange.
This was stupid! He wasn't gay. So, he had some childhood experimentations, but
every boy has those. Why did Krycek reawaken all these strange feelings in him.
He couldn't even guess at Krycek's sexuality since they never discussed their
personal lives. He didn't even know that much about Krycek's childhood, except
that it wasn't very happy. That's probably why the two got along so well. After
losing his sister, Samantha, Mulder's childhood had ended too early as well.
Krycek had drive, ambition, a need for approval, and acceptance, that almost
surpassed all else. He was like a horse, a wild stallion, needing to be broken.
Mulder's psychological background took over and he could only imagine what Dr.
Freud would have to say about his comparison of Alex to a stallion. With a
pitiful moan, he turned away from the window and his tortured thoughts.
In the blinking of the light, he looked over at Alex. He was surprised to find
Alex gazing back at him. Their eyes locked for a time and words were no longer
necessary. Both stood, bridging the distance between them. Mulder wrapped the
younger agent in his arms, kissing him again as if it was his life that depended
on it now. He thought that he knew what passion was until this very moment.
Everything was Alex and the only thing that mattered was Alex. He longed to
share with him, explore him, possess him. He stopped kissing only long enough to
search Alex's face for any signs of objections.
Alex's eyelashes fluttered open, looking for the reason the kiss had ended.
Their eyes met once again, as Mulder asked, "Are you sure you want this?"
"I want you," Alex answered. "I need you, Fox.'
"Don't call me Fox...." Mulder mumbled as he kissed his way down Alex's neck..
"I probably should let you know though, that I've never done this before....with
a man," Alex whispered out between kisses. Mulder pulled back, and looked into
those green eyes again, losing himself in them. "We can go as slow or fast as
you want; do whatever you want or don't want to do."
"Mulder, you talk way too much," Alex said as he pushed him onto the bed. Alex
knelt on the bed, appraising his new lover. His hands ran over Mulder's body,
memorizing every detail.
Mulder closed his eyes and let the feelings overtake him. The strong fingers ran
through the light hair on his chest. He felt the hands go tentatively lower,
until they were gently exploring his cock. He re-opened his eyes to find Alex
looking at him again. "You really want to fuck me?" Alex asked with a strange
smile on his face.
"I want to make love to you," Mulder corrected. "If that's what you mean."
"With this huge fucking cock!" Alex exclaimed. "Look, Mulder, I don't want my
first time to be my last time. Can I re-think my position here."
"It's the only cock I have, and It only came in that size," Mulder answered
carefully with a smirk. "Besides, we can do any position you want." Mulder flexed
his legs, throwing Alex over on the bed. Starting at his lips, he kissed a trail
down his neck to his chest. Taking one of Alex's nipples in his mouth, he bit
gently down. The moan filled the room as Alex's body lifted off the bed. He
repeated the torture on the other nipple before continuing down. His hands
reached Alex's cock first, and he gripped it hard. Alex moaned again. Mulder
looked at the new cock in his hand. It was beautiful. The shape was perfect, and
though not as large as his, still substantial in size. He realized also that
this was the point of no return. They could still stop and save face. All this
could be blamed on the few drinks they had had at the restaurant earlier. He
made his decision and took Alex's hard cock into his mouth.
Just as he had suspected, Alex was wild in the bedroom. He thrashed and moaned.
He ran his hands through Mulder's hair, and couldn't decide whether to push his
head lower or pull it away. When the moans started to come faster, and Alex
started to babble in something that sounded like Russian, Mulder pulled his mouth
away. Alex tried to push his head back down to no avail.
"Not yet comrade, I don't want you to come so soon," Mulder said, gently stroking
the sweat away from Alex's eyes.
Alex's next move caught him off balance. In a heartbeat, Alex had slid under
Mulder leg, reached around his back and pulled him to the top of the bed. As
Mulder braced himself against the hotel wall, Alex pulled Mulder's cock into his
mouth. There was some sputtering and choking in the beginning, spurring Murder
to ask if everything was okay. Had Alex bit off more than he could chew? His
only answer was the gliding of the velvety soft tongue as it explored where the
hands had left off.
Alex took Mulder's cock down his throat to the point of gagging, and marveled
that there was still more left. He reluctantly released his trophy, and took each
ball into his mouth. His hands were busy as well, exploring Mulder's muscled ass.
He stopped sucking on Mulder's balls long enough to spit on his fingers. Then
taking Mulder's cock back into his mouth, he inserted a finger. Mulder went
crazy. His body tightened, and his cock started to spasm. He then felt pain as
Alex pulled his balls sharply back down, preventing his impending orgasm. "Not
yet comrade, I don't want you to come so soon," Alex mimicked with an smirk that
could only be called evil.
Mulder looked proudly down at Alex, he had under-estimated the younger man, it
wouldn't happen again. "Turn over, babe. Are you ready for this," Mulder asked.
"Do you really want it? Tell me that you really want it."
"Do it, Mulder, do it now before I change my mind," Alex said bracing himself.
He never saw the slap coming. Mulder's hand landed with a resounding crack
across Alex's butt, making him yelp and jump. "What the hell was that for!
Ouch!"
"Your being a smartass, and, oh yeah, for pulling my balls like that!" Mulder
laughed. "Would you like me to kiss it and make it better?"
"Yes, damn it, oww," Alex wined. "I was almost in the mood, but now...." The
rest of his words were lost as Mulder buried his face between his cheeks. After
coating the entry with saliva, Mulder pulled away. Grabbing a bottle of lotion
from the nightstand, he applied a liberal amount to himself.
Straddling Alex, Mulder placed the tip of his engorged cock against the virgin
opening. He leaned down, sticking his tongue into Alex ear. "This is the point of
no return, Alex."
"Fuck meeee, damn you....." Alex moaned and Mulder needed no further
encouragement. The feeling as he entered Alex was incredible! It was hot and
tight. The moan that escaped the younger man's lips was of pure pleasure.
Mulder wondered if he had really ever had sex before this time. But, the
feelings weren't just physical, but mental as well. Wave after wave of intense
emotions washed over him. He picked up his cadence and Alex matched him move for
move. It was a partnership that was meant to be. He had never had it this good.
Something was missing though, and then Mulder realized what. He couldn't see
Alex's face, he couldn't look into his eyes. "Alex turn over, put your legs on my
shoulders." Mulder ordered. As he entered Alex for the second time, he knew he
wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. He began to work Alex's cock with a
steady rhythm matching his own thrusts. Alex arched on the bed until the only
part touching the mattress was his shoulders. "Open your eyes, Alex," Mulder
ordered again. The look between them was electric. Mulder heard himself saying it
before he even realized what he was saying, ""I love you, I think I have from the
first day I met you."
Krycek smiled and said, "I love having sex with you too."
Mulder was getting too close now, too close for reason. He bent down to kiss
Alex, while still fucking and stroking him. "Say it, " he ordered between
kisses. "Tell me, God damn you, tell me you love me!" Alex was getting
hammered, and his moans were coming fast and loud. It would be over in a second.
"Say it Alex, please," Mulder begged as he lost himself inside Alex. He could
feel Alex coming as well. His cock sent shot after shot of cum between their two
connected bodies. Alex threw his arms around Mulder's neck, kissing him long,
hard, and deep. Inside the kiss, he said the words, "I love you, too." And then
he broke down in tears. The sobs wracked his body.
Mulder felt like hell. "Alex, oh God, are you hurt? he asked genuinely
concerned. "I'm sorry, It's totally my fault. I should have never had you do
this." He held the younger man until the tears abated, and held him long after
still. His cock was still buried in Alex, when his partner opened his eyes again.
"I'm not hurt, not in any way that I wouldn't want to be hurt from now on. I just
never knew how much I needed to hear those words from another person, .....even
you. You know, you really did re-start my heart, in more ways than you can ever
know."
"Thanks Krycek, you rat, you're such a romantic," Mulder retorted. "You know,
no matter what happens from here on out, we'll always have Albuquerque."
Laughter filled the room, until Mulder felt Alex prodding him. "What's up, Doc?
Is that a carrot in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"
"Hey Mulder, is it my turn to make love to you now,?" he asked with a look he
knew that Mulder couldn't resist.
The End (Actually the beginning)
Don't you love a Paradox
Part II
"Whoa there, you wascally wabbit," Mulder stalled. He hadn't seen this coming
this quickly, and hadn't thought he would be thrown into the fire this fast.
"I've just had my first real 'gay' experience within the last couple of hours,
Alex. I'm not sure if I'm ready to be a 'bottom' just yet." The words had no
sooner left his mouth, when he saw the pain and hurt in Alex's eyes. The words
had hit him like a slap in the face.
"So you think less of me because I allowed you to fuck me," Alex said accusingly.
"Alex, come on, I didn't say that," Mulder tried to be as soothing as possible.
"I wouldn't say that."
"You didn't have to," Alex said over-emphasizing each word. Alex's mood had
turned to frost. "You know what, Mulder, It's late and we have an early day
tomorrow, I think I'll turn in." Alex turned and crawled back into his own bed.
"Alex, please don't go to sleep like this," Mulder begged. "There's just a whole
lot that I have to figure out for myself. I need some time. I do love you. I
am sure of that much."
"Take all the time you want, Mulder," Alex said under his breath.
Mulder crawled into bed behind Krycek spooning their bodies together. At first
Alex stiffened, trying to resist his overture; but then his body relaxed, and he
allowed Mulder to hold him. Mulder held on to Alex until he could feel his
breathing change as he entered sleep. Sleep didn't come easy that night for
Mulder. His mind was a riot of feelings and ideas. He finally tried to clear
his mind, and took Alex back into his arms. They fell asleep in the position.
The next morning, Alex awoke to find Mulder already showered and wearing casual
clothing. He had no right to look so good in just a pair of black jeans and a
white t-shirt, Alex thought to himself.
"Good morning, I didn't want to wake you," Mulder greeted a little to cheerfully
for the early hour. "We don't have to be in Roswell until tomorrow. So you're
all mine today. There something I really want to show you."
"Didn't you show me enough last night," Alex quipped curtly as he shut the
bathroom door firmly. Alex leaned against the door for a couple of seconds. He
allowed his mind to drift back to the events of the prior night. The thoughts of
their lovemaking brought a smile back to his face. When had everything gone
wrong? What had caused Mulder's sudden rejection of him.
Alex was showered, dressed, and in the rental car in record speed. Since it was
so quiet, Mulder dropped the convertible top as the car got on the highway to
make the drive northwest. Both Alex and himself had demons they needed to
exorcise from the prior night. Besides, Mulder thought, all of this will be
righted soon.
Besides him in the car, Alex was still trying to sort his thoughts and feelings
as he watched the towering mountains give way to desert, then to forest, and back
to desert again. This place was so beautiful, so different than the official and
antiseptic environment of Washington, D.C. The spaces were so open and the skies
too blue to be real. He could easily understand that Mulder was confused. Last
night had been a blow to his self-image, or the image of self he thought he had
always known. He also had no doubt that Mulder did love him, if not he wouldn't
be playing with Alex's leg on the drive north. The beauty of the day, the wind
playing in his hair and Mulder playing with his thigh, was too much. Alex fell
asleep.
Just over two hours later, Mulder had reached his goal. He pulled the car into a
secluded area and parked. "Hey Alex, we're here," he announced as he gently woke
his partner.
"Just where the hell is 'here'?" Alex asked, as he awoke to the bleak
surroundings. "Is this something you do Mulder? Seduce your partners and then
drive them out to the middle of nowhere to dispose of them?"
"Trust me will you," Mulder coaxed. "All your questions will be answered
shortly."
"Now you're really scaring me," Alex said, but followed Mulder to the top on the
small ridge. The sight from the crest of the hill stopped him cold. Mulder was
already taking in the view. His face was a study in pure joy.
Chaco. The thousand-year-old five-story stone ruins stretched out forever in
front on them. Comprised of ten interconnected buildings boasting a staggering
three thousand rooms total, the complex literally covered miles. The main
building, Pueblo Bonito, had taken twelve generations to build and covered almost
three acres by itself.
"Oh my God, Mulder this is incr.......," Alex began, but words failed him.
"Yes, isn't it," Mulder added, coming up behind Alex and putting his arms around
the younger man. "I've always wanted to see this place, ever since I first
heard about it at Oxford."
"Did you know that five hundred years before there was a United States, the
Anasazi were at their height here in Chaco Canyon," Mulder explained. "When the
pilgrims were freezing in New England trying to make a new home for themselves
this had already existed and been vacated for hundreds of years. It's bigger in
size than the Coliseum in Rome. It was the center of a huge religious and
commerce center which covered 95,000 square miles here in the southwest," Mulder
rambled happily.
"It wouldn't be until almost 1900 in New York City, before another building even
close to this size would be attempted in the new world," Mulder continued. "Not
bad for a people who hadn't even invented the wheel, had no domesticated pack
animals, and had no written language. Did you know the roadway system, made of
adobe packed pathways 30-feet wide, leading to this place covers four states and
parts of Mexico? Did, I say that they hadn't invented the wheel yet? They used
a system of lighthouses along those roads and could send messages over thousands
of miles almost instantly..... What time is it Alex?"
Alex tore his gaze away to look at his watch, "Just before noon, New Mexico
time," he answered.
"Perfect, you have got to see this," Mulder pointed to the ruins. Alex looked
but couldn't find what his partner was indicating. He stood transfixed,
watching the play of light on the sandstone ruins below. The shadows stretched
and hid, almost with lives of their own, until noon. When the noontime sun hit
its apex, the ruins took on a new look.
"Mulder! The shadows they've all disappeared!" Alex said astounded. Mulder, who
was still holding him, explained, "The ruins are built true East, West, North,
and South. Not only that, but the walls and buildings also mark the exact days
of the winter and summer solstice, and the eighteen year cycle of the moon."
Mulder figured that Alex might be a little tired of the history lesson, so he
threw something more personal into the next thing he said. "I love you, Alex."
Alex leaned back, placing his head on Murder's shoulder. He was happy, almost
relieved, to hear those words from Mulder again. But, he wasn't going to let him
off the hook that easy. "You don't act like it, Mulder. You treat me more like
your enemy than your lover," he accused.
Mulder took the insult and let it slide. "You know that some early native
American tribes had a policy that's not too widely known. Most will still deny
it to this very day," Mulder whispered into Alex's ear. "When you had beaten
your enemy on the field of battle, the victor had the choice: fuck him or kill
him."
As the shadows returned to Chaco, the light dawned for Alex. He knew now the
reason why they were here and why Mulder had gone to all this trouble.
"Well, you don't have that great a scalp, so I guess I'm gonna have to fuck you,"
Alex joked and then became serious. "Mulder, you really want me to make love to
you right here, right now, " Alex said increduasly. "Man, you really are one
sick little puppy. Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't this a National Park?"
Mulder nodded. "If we get caught, you know that it's a federal crime......"
"Well, we are Federal agents," Mulder chipped in.
Alex Krycek looked long and hard into Mulder's eyes. If this was his lover's
fantasy then he was going to go all out to make it come true. However, there
were several logistical problems to overcome first. "You know we're not ready
for this," Alex stated. "There are things we need, that we don't happen to have
with us."
Mulder produced a small vial of hotel room lotion from his pocket. "Like this,
you mean," he asked with a self-assured cocky smile.
"Mulder, you're such a fucking Boy Scout." Alex laughed. "Always prepared, huh?
Could you pass me some water?"
A look of momentary panic crossed Mulder's face. It only lasted a second, but
Alex had caught it.
"You brought lube but no water," Alex burst out laughing. "There goes my whole
image of you as a Boy Scout. We'll I'm glad to see that you have your priorities
straight! Come here." The two men kissed in the shadow of the ancient ruins.
It took several hours to find just the perfect location. The area had to be
secluded from watching eyes, yet symbolic in some way. Just any place wasn't
good enough. Everything had to be perfect.
The Chaco Canyon ruins are comprised of 15 great kivas and a hundred small ones.
The great kivas once held up to 400 people at worship, and the small about 100
each. At one time the kiva's all had great wooden roofs, comprised of 250,000
timbers. Some of the trees had been hauled by foot from distances of up to
70-miles away. When Chaco was abandoned, the kivas had been set afire. The
scorch marks on the stone walls last to this very day. Today, the kivas open to
the heavens, the gods, and the blistering New Mexico sun.
But now, two solitary men stood in the center of one of the isolated kivas
holding on to one another. In the center of the kiva was an alter surrounding a
crude wooden ladder which led below. It was onto that alter that Alex pushed
Mulder gently down. Standing just a couple of feet away, he began to slowly
disrobe. Mulder watched at first, then hurried to catch up. When both were naked
they stood across the alter assessing each other. The desert sun played across
the two virile bodies. The harsh light sculpted each rippling muscle and smooth
valley on the two. All it would take is a little warpaint and a couple of
loincloths and they would look like they had always belonged here.
Mulder was the first to speak. "Alex, do you have any idea how beautiful you
are?" Alex blushed and looked down, as Mulder continued. "I know that's not the
traditional word to use for a man, however, 'handsome' just doesn't do any
justice to you. Every time I see you like this, you take my breath away."
"Fox,...Mulder, you shouldn't build me up so much," Alex pleaded. "You'll make
it impossible for me to live up to your expectations. Besides that, you make it
really hard for me to give you a compliment, because anything I could say now
would pale miserably. I will say this to you though, and I hope you'll always
remember it, my feelings for you are more important to me than my own life. "
Mulder was floored. He searched Alex's eyes for any signs of deception and could
find none. His knees felt weak and his heart was pounding in his chest. Finally
he spoke. "Wow, for someone who doesn't know how to give a compliment that was a
really good one," Mulder finally managed to stammer. Reaching over to kiss
Krycek, all reservations he'd had about giving himself to another man
disappeared. He had made the right choice, and the time was now at hand.
Together, they fell down onto the smooth stone platform. Alex covered Mulder's
body with his own, while covering him with kisses.
The sandstone was cool on his back, but the texture bit into his skin. Mulder
was beyond caring. His moans mixed with the eerie cries of the wind.
The Navajos say that this place is haunted, that the Chindi -or ghosts- still
haunt Chaco. Anyone within earshot would be convinced as two new voices joined
the chorus made by the voices of the ancients, the Anasazi. To the builders of
this place, this was the center of all creation, the heart of the world. It was
the place where man had exited the underworld, and entered the wonderful world
above. This assent was represented by the kiva. In that kiva, one thousand
years later, two men were engaged in a spiritual epiphany of their own.
Alex stopped kissing Mulder, long enough to give him the same choice that Mulder
had given him the night before. "This is your point of no return, Mulder. Are
you sure you want this."
Mulder, however, was deep in a fever of lust. He pulled Alex back down to him.
They slid on each other on a layer of sweat. Neither one was in charge, but both
were in control. finally, after an eternity, they parted. Mulder's lips felt
tender and sore, but he was beyond caring. He felt himself being gently pulled
up by his arms, as Alex maneuvered him against the circular stone wall. The wall
provided some blissful shade from the relentless sun that was beating down on
them.
Alex dropped to his knees in the soft sand in front of Mulder. In the sacred
setting, the move looked almost reverent. Looking lovingly into Mulder's eyes,
Alex took his cock into his mouth. Slowing licking the crown, he teased Mulder
without mercy. Mulder gripped the wall for support. Sweat plastered his hair to
his forehead, and rivulets ran down his heaving chest. If this is just the
beginning, he thought, I'm not going to make it. Alex took his throbbing cock
down his talented throat again and again. By now, he knew Mulder's reactions
and could tell when he was getting close. When he felt the threshold approach,
he pulled away.
Krycek led Mulder back to the alter. After covering the rough stone with their
clothing, he pushed Mulder down onto the stone. Laying facedown on the hard
stone, Mulder started to turn over. Alex stopped him. "Mulder, it'll be easier
your first time in this position," he explained.
"You took me on your back last night, and it was your first time," Mulder argued
trying to get his way.
"Yes, I did," Alex soothed. "But, what I neglected to tell you, is that I like a
little bit of pain sometimes. You need to start out slow, babe."
Mulder grabbed the tidbit of information and stored it away to digest later.
Krycek never failed to surprise him. Alex dropped to his knees again, burying
his face between Mulder's legs. Fireworks exploded in Mulder's mind as Alex's
tongue explored the hidden reaches of his body. Wave after wave of passion
washed over his body. Popping open the small bottle of lotion, Alex replaced his
mouth with a finger. The transition was so smooth that Mulder almost didn't
notice. Almost. The invasion was enough to make him tense up again, bracing
himself for what was still to come. He tried to calm his mind and give himself
over to the new physical sensations he was experiencing. It was uncomfortable,
but there really wasn't any pain. Every second or two, Alex would brush his
prostate sending new spasms of pleasure straight to this cock.
Two fingers replaced one finger, then three, until Alex was certain that Mulder
was ready for him. Alex wiped the remainder of the lotion on his throbbing cock.
As he dropped the empty bottle, he hoped in passing that it offered some sort of
sun protection factor. On his knees behind Mulder, he placed himself at the
virgin opening. Leaning over, his tongue found Mulder's ear. As he whispered
his feelings to Mulder, he gave a gentle push. The head of his cock popped
through the tightly-muscled wall.
Mulder cried out in pain. He had meant to take it quietly, like a man. He
wanted to make Alex proud, and do at least as good as the younger man had the
night before. But, the white hot knife of pain had stabbed deep into his brain.
"God, Alex, Stop, please! It hurts!" Mulder tried to move away, but was trapped
by the stone.
Alex froze his movements. Trying to be as soothing as possible, he waited for
the initial pain to pass. "It'll only hurts for a little while, Mulder," he said
matter-of-factly. "The pain will pass soon. Take deep breaths. Your body's
just getting used to me."
"I'm really sorry Alex," Mulder said between ragged breaths. "I wanted to make
you proud of me. I really want you to be the one."
"Shhhhh. You're rushing yourself," Alex said. "This isn't something you can
just dive into. You need to make your body relax, clear your mind and concentrate
on only the pleasure that you're feeling."
True to his word, the pain was starting to pass, giving way to a feeling of
pleasure Mulder had not expected. Another groan escaped his lips. This one was
deeper, more primitive. Some of the reservations Mulder had the prior evening
had revolved around a feeling that this would be a degrading, emasculating event.
He was finding the exact opposite to be true. The thought that he was connected
both physically and mentally to Alex was incredibly hot. He was finding that his
sexuality had levels he hadn't even began to explore. He was just starting to
scratch the surface of all these new concepts of himself and what he thought he
knew.
Alex could sense the change in Mulder's body. In just seconds, Mulder had gone
from being tense and resisting to welcoming his cock. Alex had slowly and gently
been pushing himself in the whole time, but how allowed his cock to slide the
remaining distance. His cock hit bottom and Mulder's prostate, and a new series
of moans came from the man on the bottom.
Gently massaging the tortured muscles on Mulder's back and shoulders, Alex began
to slowly rotate his hips in a slow circle, bringing his cock almost all the way
out before driving all the way back in. Mulder was euphoric, and his body was
obeying orders that weren't being sent by his brain. He could feel his hips
pumping in counter-movement to Alex, refusing to let him go. "Damn, Alex, that
feels really good," Mulder said. "I hope that I make you feel great as this
when I'm inside you."
He felt a kiss of agreement land on his back. "Don't worry, you do," Alex
confirmed.
"Only one thing would make this better," Mulder threw out, hoping to get Alex's
attention. It worked.
"And what might that be," Alex asked knowing he was falling for a trap.
"I want to see your face," Mulder begged. "I want to look into your eyes when
you come. I want no question in my mind, as to who I'm making love too."
Alex still wasn't convinced. Everything had been perfect so far. But all it
would take is a wrong move to change this from a positive experience to a
negative. "We can try another position, If you can handle this one, you can
have your way," Alex compromised. "Slowly stand up with me. Brace yourself
against the wall again."
It took some careful maneuvering, but soon the two were in a standing position.
Alex kicked Murder's legs further apart to make up for their differences in
height, and began to ride him slightly harder. Mulder matched him move for move,
enjoying the control that the new position now offered him. "Fuck me, oh yeah,
Alex, that's it....fuck me," Mulder pleaded and Alex was happy to comply. Alex
realized that Mulder was going to get his way. Besides, this was his fantasy, he
should be in charge.
"All right Mulder, you win," Alex announced. "Whatever you want. Just be
careful, I don't want to hurt you. I'm pulling out now, but it will only be for
a second."
Krycek gently pulled out, and returned to the stone platform. Laying face up on
the stone, he beckoned Mulder over. "Get on top of the rock," he explained.
"Sit on top of me. This will give you total control, you can take as much or as
little as you want. Go slowly."
Mulder followed the commands. Straddling the younger man's slim hips in a
kneeling position, Mulder lowered himself onto Alex's smooth long cock for the
second time. The blinding pain returned momentarily. Krycek had been right.
The new position was much more difficult. In the minute it took him to relax
again, he studied Alex's body under him. Passion had made him even more
attractive. Alex lay with his head resting on his arms. His eyes were closed.
His hair was soaking wet and pushed up and away from his face.
Alex had closed his eyes on purpose, he was trying to block every thought from
his mind. As Mulder lowered himself onto his cock, Alex knew that he wasn't
going to last much longer. He wanted to make this good for Mulder. He wanted to
last, but it was all too much. He reopened his eyes to find Mulder looking down
at him, and everything became clear. He understood why Mulder wanted so
desperately to change positions now. Alex looked into Mulder's eyes as he began
to raise and lower himself on the hard cock buried deep inside him. He was so
handsome, it made his heart ache. Even with the sun and the sweat in his eyes, he
knew that this was an image he would always remember. "I really love you,
Mulder," he stated.
Alex moved his hands from behind his head and onto Mulder's cock. It was an
incredible piece of equipment, happily bouncing there in front of him. It
slapped his stomach on each downstroke. Alex gripped the tool with both hands.
He started stroking Mulder to match the rhythm of their coupling. That was his
last conscience thought he had as he lost himself in the act. Their movements
merged and combined, as they raced towards their final destination.
Alex could hear the moans and cries, and wasn't sure it they were his or
Mulder's, as he started to climax. The orgasm started deep inside him building
in intensity as it got closer to the surface. When it erupted, he thought he
would lose conciousceness. Simultaneously, he felt Mulder tense his body as he
also came. Sprays of thick fluid splashed over Alex's chest, cooling his skin
as it landed. He felt Mulder's lips on his face, kissing him as the spasms
passed over and through his body.
Their eyes were open throughout their orgasms, feelings passing between them that
words were incapable of expressing.
"Was it what you had expected it to be?" Alex finally asked. "Any regrets?"
"It was better than I could have ever guessed, but I guess I have my teacher to
thank for that," Mulder said. "No regrets, except that we don't have time to do
it again."
Alex looked to the sky, noting that it was starting to turn a pale pink. The
blue had deepened and the clouds were taking on gold highlights. Mulder dropped
down and they lay in each others arms, watching as the sun set and the stars and
moon rose to dance in the north window of the kiva.
"What happened here Mulder?" Alex asked after a long while.
"You were here with me for the whole thing, or so I thought," Mulder replied
confused.
Alex realized his question had been vague and rephrased it. "The Anasazi, what
happened?"
Mulder was only more than happy to impart his knowledge on the subject. "No one
knows for sure, Alex. There are several theories about it, though:
"One theory blames the collapse to a sudden and severe change in climate in the
southwest in 1200 a.d.;
"Another blames a total spiritual collapse. The Navajos say the collapse was due
to the evil and witchcraft practiced here—the biggest taboo that they have.
They say that it led to the downfall.
"About the time of the drought that hit this area, a new religion was just taking
hold. A religion that was highly attractive to the native population here. The
cult of the Kachina. It stressed peace, brotherhood, cooperation, and respect
for the Earth and each other. They may have been seduced by this new religion,
having lost faith in the priests who could no longer bring any rain.
"There's a forth theory that puts the blame on a band of Toltec Indians who
migrated here from Mexico and may have introduce cannibalism to the pueblo
peoples....."
"And what do you think happened, Mulder?" Alex asked, genuinely intrigued by this
point.
"There was a supernova that lit up the night sky here on July 5th, 1054 a.d.
Though they had no written language, this event was important enough for them to
mark with paintings on the cliff walls. Within a hundred years of that event,
this place was vacated, destroyed, and methodically sealed. The 'Chaco
Phenomenon' came to an end, and with it hundreds of years of progress. The exodus
dispersed the Anasazi to every corner of the southwest," Mulder said, sadness
tinting his words. "There are even some who believe that aliens may have visited
here, scaring the native population away. Though this sounds far-fetched,
something terrified these people so deeply that it drove them to create cliff
fortifications like those found in Colorado's Mesa Verde."
"What the hell is it with this state and UFO's, "Krycek laughed. "UFOs are to
New Mexico what tornadoes are to Kansas."
"This was the most advanced settlement in this region for hundreds of years,
wouldn't it make sense that they would pick this place," Mulder argued. "Anyway,
you'll have a chance to have all your questions on UFO's answered in Roswell
tomorrow. Remember?"
"Remember," Alex joked. "I've been trying to forget."
Mulder reached over to kiss his partner. His 'partner,' he thought to himself,
the word took on a totally different meaning now. The kiss was sweet and gentle
and ended much to quickly.
With real regrets at the thought of having to leave, the two agents got slowly
dressed and made their way back to the car.
Above them, the ancient ones-'the Chindi'- looked down blessing their way. For a
while, there had been real life here; not tourists, not scientists, but life,
passion, and love. The world was in balance once again.
The drive to Santa Fe took just a couple of hours. Though it's the capitol city
of the state, the city lacks the impact that Albuquerque has. City ordinances
keep the buildings low and traditional in style, which is disconcerting when it
happens to be a McDonald's Restaurant or a hotel.
The whole image is contrived and artificial, which probably explains why so many
movie stars have moved to the city. Called "Hollywood West" in jest, the homes
of the rich and famous line the hills surrounding the city. The influx of new,
or neuvo-riche, blood has raised the cost of living in Santa Fe. Homes that were
built for a few thousand dollars, now sell for millions. Traditional homes which
have sheltered families through generations, are thoughtlessly converted into
galleries and upscale restaurants.
It was into one of those pretentious hotels that Krycek and Mulder collapsed.
They had no sooner curled onto the bed, when they realized they had forgotten to
do something very important. Alex reached the phone first.
"Hello, this is Room 1013," Alex ordered. "Could you please send up two of the
biggest steaks you have, medium well; baked potatoes with everything; garden
salad, ranch; a chilled bottle of Gewurztraminer; strawberries with whipped
cream, and there's an extra twenty in it for you if you can bring up as many
candles as you can carry. Oh, and throw in a couple of extra bottles of lotion."
Mulder laughed loudly into his pillow, hoping the person on the other end of the
phone couldn't hear him.
Prologue
Mulder awoke as the first rays of the sun entered the hotel room window. He
immediately wished he hadn't. Alex was just starting to stir besides him.
"Jesus Christ! I'm burned in places that I didn't even know that I had!" He
wined pitifully. Alex rolled over to hug him. Don't you touch me, Alex! I'm
serious! Ouch! Yeow!" He pulled Mulder to him, generating the same reaction
again, only louder.
"Hey baby, it was your fantasy....Next time, maybe you'll remember the sunblock,
and the water. Come here, Scoutboy, I'll show you how to make a fire."
Left Turn at Albuquerque (or Point of No Return)
by Agentalexkrycek
"Stay Close, rookie!" Mulder snapped at his new partner. On his first week out
in the field with the bureau, this kid was as green as his piercingly beautiful
eyes.
