I knew the only way I could best Fox Mulder was to dupe him into bending
over and picking up a note that I had left for him. "Things are looking up,"
was what the note said, and for Fox Mulder things were indeed looking up. He
had been hot on the alien trail for so long and he was so close now to finding
out the truth that it gave me genuine pleasure to be able to tell him that he
had been correct all along, about everything. I had betrayed Mulder in so many
ways so many times…I felt that if I could just point him in the right direction
for once; then maybe that would show him that I did in fact possess a soul.
Before Covarrubias turned against me, we plotted together to bring the
Consortium to their knees. Now I find that I had to get up off of mine and try
to convince one man of the truth. The destruction or salvation of the human
race rested on my shoulders because it depended on whether or not Fox Mulder
would believe me just one more time.
When he bent over, I grabbed the back of his overcoat and ran him into the
chair at the desk which was next to where his fish tank sat. The brightly
coloured fishes were swimming tranquilly in the still water. I gave him my
best "We'll lose the war if you don't wake up" speech. When I was done, he
looked at me with those big hazel eyes of his and called me "a murderer, a
liar and a coward". I could see that he still wanted to trust me though.
Needed to trust in me. We stared into each others' eyes then. Actually, I was
drinking in the sight of him. Perhaps he was doing the same to me. I
couldn't say for sure as I didn't bother to ask him what was on his mind at
that moment. however I knew what was on my mind though.
I told him to sit up and he did. I explained to him about the alien rebel
and how he had to save it. Throughout, I could see the look of disbelief
forming on his face. His sensuous mouth was open, his pink tongue poking out,
making it hard for me to concentrate on what I was saying. I think had it been
anyone else telling him this he would have gone for the gun he kept in his desk
drawer and shot them. But because it was me telling him most of the truth that
he had been searching for for so long, he was considering everything I was
saying seriously, hanging onto my every word. Mr Refined had been right in
sending me to Mulder. I don't think anyone else could have convinced him. But
then Mr. Refined knew that Mulder and I shared a bond between us. Just how
deeply that bond ran, no one knew except for myself, and maybe Mulder. In
truth, I felt more for Fox Mulder than anyone else on this pathetic planet,
including my parents. And I know he felt something for me as well. He didn't
want to want me though, but never the less- he did. I am like the mysterious
and menacing man that parents would warn their kids about: "stay away from him,
he's nothing but trouble". They would be right of course, but still the
children, like Mulder, would be unable to resist me.
Since the first day of our partnership together I knew that
something was up between us. Batting my eyelashes and effecting hero worship
towards him was easy. We flirted with each other continuously but neither of
us ever vocally acknowledged it for what it was. We would stand close to each
other-closer than what was necessary-and we would touch each other casually
many times in the course of a day. The electricity was felt by us both. To
outsiders we looked like a normal pair of agents, heads together conferring,
but for us it was actually a way for both of us to get nearer to one another
without having to get into anything more meaningful.
When we were in the Hong Kong airport, I had felt his erection against my
own by the phone booths. I'm sure he had felt my own particular state as well.
If I hadn't been taken over by the oil alien afterwards, I think I might have
tried something more with him on that long flight back to D.C. In the end, I
suppose it was just as well that I was incapacitated. At that time, neither of
us were ready to admit how we felt.
Even I know that the violence he has inflicted on me in the past was his
subconscious telling him he really wanted to fuck me instead. The way he
treated me before we went to the gulag was positively brutal. I didn't care
though. I would take anything Fox Mulder had to offer. My desire for him had
burned away at my insides. Things didn't quite work out the way I had planned
them to at the gulag of course-that ill-fated trip ended with my arm being cut
off by a bunch of illiterate woodsman from a nearby village. I don't blame
Mulder for it though. I mean, how was he to know that by his premature escape
that that would happen?
So after almost two years since we first met where do I end up? Back with
Mulder in his apartment. It seems that every road I take leads me back to him
intentionally or un-intentionally.
Presently, I look across at him and tell him all that I can about the
coming invasion. After I was finished, I waited for him to speak. But when
he said nothing, I knew it was time for me to leave. To show him my sincerity
I leaned in close and kissed his right cheek. Jesus Christ, just kissing him
on such an innocent spot gave me a fledgling hard-on. His scent was very
masculine. It was a faded hint of men's cologne combined with his sweat,
probably a result of the adrenaline rush caused by having a gun pushed in his
face. He smelled heavenly to me. I really wanted to do more than just give
him a quick peck on his cheek. So much more. If I hadn't been so treacherous
at the beginning of our relationship maybe he would be more receptive to me. I
know I should feel lucky enough that he hadn't killed me right then and there
already.
I leaned back and searched his eyes. They had a gleam in them that I had
never seen before. He looked as if he was deciding on something. I un-cocked
the gun that I had stripped him of and waited until he turned his hand over
and opened up his palm just before I dropped the weapon into his hand. He held
it loosely, placing his finger on the trigger. I stood to leave then, but he
pointed the gun at me suddenly and whispered, "Wait. Don't go."
I froze. Not because he was pointing a gun at me, but because of his words
and the tone of his voice. He sounded husky with need. I felt that need as
well. I watched as Mulder checked his gun and then placed it on top of the
desk behind him.
There I stood and there he sat as the seconds just continued to tick by.
Wasted seconds that could have been spent in each others' arms. Since Mulder
had made the first critical move by asking me to stay, the ball was in my court
now; so I followed up his request by closing the distance between us with three
quick steps and then dropped to my knees between his legs. Our nervous bodies
were only inches apart, the canyon that had always existed between us had
finally been closed. Mulder put his hands to either side of my face and drew
me in for what was the most erotic and fantastic kiss I had ever experienced.
His hands were soft and smelled of soap. His touch was so hot that I could
feel all of his fingers on my face completely. He must have been burning for
me as well, though why he would find a one-armed traitor desirable is beyond
me. Through his kiss, I was able to tell that he had yearned to be with me in
the most carnal sense since the beginning, as I yearned to be with him in the
same way.
I opened my lips to his inquisitive tongue. We were at the point where we
both knew there was no turning back. The flood gates had opened up, releasing
the dammed water. Both our lips quivered under the kisses that we were
delivering to each other. My erection had already grown to its full length.
Even though Mulder had not seen me since that whole fiasco in Tunguska, I
figured he had heard about my accident while he was there, so I knew my
prosthetic arm would not come as a shock to him. But still, I felt shy at him
seeing me. I was confident that Mulder would see the plastic and the stump and
accept me for what I now was; I just wish it was that easy for me to accept my
new bodily form. I gave myself a mental shake and set aside my vain
reservations concerning my body. I wanted my mind to be filled with his essense
alone.
I let him push my leather off while I used my good arm to try and disrobe
him. Mulder ran his hands over my shoulders and down my arms. He shook his
head as if in regret when his hand came across the plastic on my left arm. He
leaned in to nip at my earlobe whispering breathily to me that it didn't matter
to him, his ardor for me had not cooled . What the hell, there has to be worse
things than making out with a one armed turncoat, Russian intelligence agent.
Mulder continued to undress me by pulling off my dirty, sweat stained shirt.
He then took off his own overcoat. I had since given up on trying to undress
him; Mulder was going to have to take charge of this stage of the operation.
I wanted to remove my prosthesis but again was unsure as to how Mulder would
react. Feeling that there was finally honesty and trust between us, I asked
him straight out if he minded. I explained to him that the fake arm chafed and
caused me pain. The kind of pain that did not turn me on. Mulder smiled and
told me that making love to a man with only one arm was kinky and he liked to
feel kinky. He said it with a devilish grin playing around his sexy mouth. So
I took the plunge and with a practiced efficiency removed the arm and
discreetly stowed it out of our line of sight. As I removed my limb, Mulder
took off his suit jacket and then his tie and white dress shirt.
He stood up after he was done and reached out a hand for me to take. I
placed my own hand in his and he closed his fingers around it, pulling me up
close to him. Mulder, I found, had somewhat of a romantic streak. He raised
the back of my hand to his lips and kissed it chastely, his action reminiscent
of a Southern gentleman kissing a lady he was courting. Perhaps that was what
we had been doing all these years-courting each other. And now it was time to
consummate whatever it was we had between us.
Mulder looked into my eyes and told me how beautiful he thought they were.
I blushed at his compliments like some inexperienced school girl. I guess I
was in a way. I had mainly used sex as a tool before this. Whether or not I
had to bend over and grab my ankles to obtain some information or simply bang
Covarubius merely for the sake of release; that was raw sex. But being here
with Mulder was like a prelude to love- making. The difference between the two
types of sex was very distinct in my mind. The former I did because I had
to...the latter because I wanted to.
Mulder smiled at me, clearly enjoying the fact that he had knocked me off
kilter with his praise. He had never truly seen me with my guard down, as I
was now. He pulled me into an embrace, wrapping his well muscled arms around
me and hugging me tightly. Our chests rubbed together. Being relatively
close together in height; I could feel his nipples colliding with mine, turning
my small round brown disks into harden nubs, sensitive to the slightest touch.
We started kissing again. His hands roamed the planes of my battle scared
back. Over the years I had been shot, stabbed and hit in the back by shrapnel
from an exploding car meant to kill me. The scars I knew must have felt bumpy
and foreign beneath his fingers though he didn't say so. I reciprocated the
sensual touches on my skin by running my own rough hand over him, using my
fingertips to raise gooseflesh. He shivered at my touch. The power of touch
alone was heady. I let my hand feel farther down and then I dared to invade
him further by pushing my palm between back and belt, cupping a firm round
cheek. He gasped in response, obviously liking what he was feeling. Following
suit, he plunged both hands down the back of my grimy jeans and mimicked my
moves.
Our kissing came to a breathless end as Mulder looked down to my bulging
crotch and began undoing my button fly jeans-it was easier for me to deal with
buttons than with a sticky zipper. After he'd finished with my jeans, he
performed the same task to his own pants, only venturing further and pushing
them down to his ankles. He toed off his shoes and kicked them away. Bending
over he removed his sensible black socks and then helped rid myself of my
boots-I had no socks on. When Mulder stood up, my breath caught. There he
was, in Calvin Klein boxers looking every inch the Adonis I imagined him to
be. The cotton clung tightly to Mulder, accentuating the sizable bulge of
his crotch, his manhood hidden beneath the folds of white. The underwear he
wore suited him. The boxers ended at mid-thigh, making his whole lower torso
all the more desirable. I ached to have his well muscled swimmerslegs
wrapped around me. I was hopeful that my chance would come.
Mulder probably saw the leering looks I knew I was giving him and I think
he liked feeling desirable since he didn't object. Instead, he reached towards
me to put his hands on my hips and started to push down my jeans. He showed
his appreciation at finding me bare underneath by kissing me below my neck,
stopping to leave me with a hickey at the point where my neck met up with my
shoulder. He told me that I suited the no underwear look, that somehow it fit
with the image of danger I conveyed. I didn't have the heart to tell him that
I had given up doing a great many things since losing my arm. Underwear and
socks were just to fussy for my lifestyle.
Having finally stripped both of us of our clothes, Mulder took hold of my
hand again and led me to his black leather couch. I sensed that he needed to
be able to control the circumstances of our lovemaking, which was fine with me.
I had been in command of every other meeting we had had. With the exception of
what happened at the Hong Kong airport and that big mess with being in the
silo, from our first meeting and pairing to Duane Barry and the whole Skyland
Mountain incident, all had been carefully orchestrated by me or someone above
me. Mulder needed to call the shots for a change. And I was more than willing
to let him.
He sat down rather casually on the couch and pulled me along with him,
settling me so that I was straddling his lap. He asked me if I had ever been
fucked before. I told him yes I had, many times.
When I was done, I sat up to admire my handy work. The room was lit by the
light given off by the fish tank. It shone on Mulder and me, making us appear
as if we were in a spotlight. Most of the hazel in his eyes was blotted out
by his pupils; they were dilated with lust. I was sure mine were the same. He
smiled slightly and looked toward his lap. My gaze followed his. I watched,
mesmerized by the sight of his pulsing organ. He took hold of my stiff member
and held it against his own. I exhaled my breath sharply, making an "aaaah"
sort of sound.
Mulder used his free fingers to gather up the fluid that was flowing freely
from the openings of both of our cocks. He brought the natural lube to his
mouth and stuck out the tip of his tongue to taste. I was unable to take my
eyes off of him. Smiling at me he took his fingers away and reached behind me,
going for my puckered opening.
Mulder surprised me, for a rookie he sure seemed to know what he was
doing. Perhaps he had experimenting on himself. I purred my pleasure at his
ministrations in his ear, taking the opportunity to kiss and nibble while
there. Mulder put his hands on my waist and urged me up. I complied. I
positioned myself and then put my hand around Mulder's penis to help guide him
in. He didn't even have a condom on, but I wasn't about to protest. He didn't
even bring it up. Since I was barely lubed, I knew entry would be tight and
painful for both of us, but I looked forward to the pain, needed it. I knew
the pain would remind me hours after the fact that I had really made love to
Fox Mulder. I wanted to remember this forever.
I pointed him in the right direction and Mulder took over, slowly sinking
his hard cock inside of me. The fit was very tight. He pushed in millimeter
by millimeter, taking his time. I kept my eyes open all the while, wanting to
see how his face looked during the whole time. He had his eyes closed and a
furrow of concentration lined his forehead. His expression was somewhere
between agony and ecstasy. Once he had his entire mushroom-shaped head sunk
in, I knew the hard part was over. I told him as much. Mulder opened up his
lids and quipped "thank goodness", his pause giving me just enough time to
adjust to the intrusion.
After a while, I quit biting and began sucking instead. That put him
over the edge and he pushed up into me even harder a few more times while
crying out "Oh Alex, yesssss!. Oh God, Alex, please don't stop. Alex!". I
was so close to the edge myself, a few more seconds and I would be over it. I
waited for him to ride out the last of his ebbing orgasm.
Mulder peppered my left shoulder with soft kisses and I pulled myself off
of him. He moved his way up my neck, leaving a moist trail in his mouth's
wake. At a certain spot, he bit the flesh beneath his teeth and sucked it
bring the blood below to the surface. The phrase Tit for Tat ran quickly
through my brain. Raunchy ideas for my own gratification followed closely
behind. Mulder must have had the same thoughts because after he finished
marking my skin he clutched my face in his hands and kissed me hard on the
mouth. "Do me, Alex" he then said. I needed no more invitation than that.
In the back of my head the words "Mulder is a virgin, be gentle" floated
by. I hoped that I would be able to stave off my own orgasm enough to properly
ready him. My erect penis was dripping with pre-cum, I only hoped that it
would be enough for what I needed to do. Mulder used his feet to push away the
coffee table and we tumbled to the floor. He got up and positioned himself on
his hands and knees. Seeing him waiting like that for me with his beautiful
round ass in the air, made me think of how surreal this all was. I couldn't
believe this was really happening.
I collapsed on Mulder's back and he in turn flopped down flat on the rug.
The warm afterglow of a great mind-blowing orgasm lulled us into a sleepy daze.
Mulder began to squirm under my weight and I reluctantly got off of him.
Luckily there was a box of tissues on the corner table where I grabbed some,
handing him a few and pulling some tissue out for myself. I hastily cleaned up
and then stood up, seeking out my clothing. Unfortunately it was time to go.
I didn't want this interlude to end, but to stay further would endanger not
only myself but Mulder as well.
He said nothing and only watched as I re-attached my left arm and then
awkwardly tried to pull my shirt on. Normally I could do this without much
trouble, but I was rattled. He knew it as well since he stood and stopped me,
whispering softly to me "Let me help you". I knew it wasn't an act of mercy
though, but an act of love, or as close as you could get to it.
I'm standing here in my sleazy hotel bathroom now, having just finished
showering away the last vestiges of Fox Mulder. Naked, I'm remembering what it
was like making love to Mulder by the light of the fish tank. I stare at
myself in the steamy mirror while waiting for the phone to ring. When it
does, I know it will be the refined man, letting me know what our next course
of action is.
I know things will be dicey from here on out, but if I die in the pursuit
of saving the human race, at least I know I can now die a happy man. Even
though Fox Mulder and I were only together physically for less than half an
hour, I believe emotionally, we will be together always. And when the
invasion finally strikes the planet, I plan on standing behind Mulder, watching
his back for him. My days of betraying him are over.
Part Two
The day ended as one of my worst ones ever. For years people have told me that
my quest to prove the existence of extraterrestrial life was not only foolhardy
but also plain crazy. I intentionally ignored the naysayers, believing that my
mission to search for the truth was valid as I had faith in what I thought was
a real abduction experience. But then suddenly, one day, I found out that the
real cover-up had been all this time the fact that there was no cover-up at
all; just a silent propaganda campaign carefully orchestrated and planted
within the populace to hide the real agenda of experimentation. And that the
government knew it all along and was behind everything.
To make matters worse, just when I started doubting, the two people whom I
trusted the most were finally beginning to see things my way and were now
saying, "Sorry, Mulder but we believe now, so you'll just have to change your
mind again." At that point, it was all just too much for me to take so I had
to walk away from them-from them and everything else-to head for home, my
sanctuary.
As I walked through the front door my curiosity was immediately piqued upon
seeing a note written on a piece of white paper on the floor. It was planted
in just the right spot so that I would see it when I walked in. My first
thought was that my new spy had some information for me so I bent over to pick
it up. Imagine my surprise when I felt the overcoat I was wearing being
grabbed by an unknown assailant and my body being forcibly propelled into the
wooden chair in front of my computer desk.
I instantly figured that I probably hadn't interrupted just any ordinary home
invasion since there was absolutely nothing in my apartment that any
respectable B & E artist would want. Rather, I suspected that my unknown
assailant was most likely a thug, or a former thug, of the Consortium or an
associate of the shadowy organization. But when I discovered my intruder's
identity, I could not believe how correct I was in that assumption nor could I
have been more shocked for that matter.
"Krycek," I hissed rather more dramatically than I had intended too. Alex
Krycek: former partner and present arch enemy whom I have always considered an
enigma. I harbored an obsession for him that was big enough to rival the alien
conspiracy theory that I lived and breathed every day of my life. I often
thought of Alex Krycek as being the dark side to myself as he was able to go
places and do things to people within the Consortium that I would have liked to
do.
The significance behind the fact that every time I'm around Alex Krycek, I had
always had the urge to kick the shit out of him was not lost on me. Being a
psychologist myself, I certainly did not need anyone to tell me that I was
sublimating my true feelings for the Dark Prince by touching him in the only
way I thought he would let me-by hitting him and exerting my dominance over
him. Each time in the past when I found it necessary to knock Krycek around
though, he had always been the one to be at an disadvantage; he was either
weakened by life on the run or handcuffed.
While I laid there on my dusty rug feeling like an impotent fool, Krycek was
spouting a very eloquent almost passionate speech urging me to pull my head out
of the sand and confirming the existence of alien lighthouses. The truth was,
I really did want to believe in him badly, to trust in what he was saying; but
he had told me so many half-truths and straight out lies over the years that I
was more inclined to think this was just another one of his thick and
convoluted plots to manipulate me. The sincerity across his face attempted to
tell me otherwise but I would not allow myself to be convinced so easily.
I looked directly at him and called him "a liar, a coward and a murderer." I
couldn't believe that he would figure I'd think everything he said was true
just because he was holding a gun on me and hadn't killed me...yet. However,
the expression in his large green eyes did succeed in holding my attention,
compelling me to at least hear him out.
"Sit up", his husky voice stated and I did as I was told. I have to admit that
I was actually mesmerized by the emotions that were playing across his face.
He looked as if he was at war within himself, though for what reason I had no
idea. On my part, I had demons of my own fighting for control inside of me.
I listened as Krycek talked on, telling me about a captive alien which only I
could save, and how if it was allowed to die, the human race would all be
toast in a matter of years. Alex kept his gaze on me; what he was saying
seemed to make sense. My resolve to never again believe another word that came
out of his mouth was eroding away quickly. He kept on looking at me intently
as if he was looking through me.
When we first met, I tried to be cold and indifferent towards him by doing
petty things like disregarding his hand which was outstretched to shake mine
upon introduction. I of course had still been pissed off that time by the
X-files being closed down and that they had separated Scully and I.
We had flirted and flitted around each other the whole time we were together.
His big eyes and all those dark lashes really did a number on me. Back then, I
had thought that he was oblivious to how I felt about him. Looking back on the
playful come-on's that he would occasionally banter back at me when answering
what I thought to be witty reparte` on my part, he must have known on some sort
of a basic level. He did his fair share of eye-batting and lip pursing which
succeeding in driving me wild some nights when I was alone with my fist and my
fantasies.
I wasn't sure exactly at what point in the one sided conversation it was that I
forgot to distrust Krycek and started believing him, but I did all the same. I
believed that his sincerity was genuine for once. I had realized earlier on in
our very unconventional relationship that Krycek and I shared a sort of bond
which was both disturbing and unexplainable.
Right now, hearing him explain the whole colonization plan to me actually made
the whole situation seem logical and plausible. Of course he knew it would make
sense to me, why else would he come. Throughout his whole speech, my mind was
absorbing everything he said, but my eyes were actually drinking him in. I was
almost undressing him with my eyes. I could tell he was pretending not to
notice what I was doing. He was focused on getting out what he wanted to
say.
After a moment, he stopped talking and sat there scrutinizing me for a second
before suddenly leaning down to kiss me. The move took me completely by
surprise; it was the last thing I expected him to do.
Evidently he knew it too as he stood up easily to leave. Thinking he was about
to walk out on me for what could possibly be the very last time ever, I blurted
out "Wait, don't go." The sound of my voice betrayed my emotions to him. Alex
froze in place and turned around slowly to look at me. I clicked on the safety
on my gun and then plopped it somewhere on the desk behind my head.
He gazed at me a moment longer as if in indecision. Suddenly, having seemingly
made up his mind, he strode over to me with determined steps. He fell to his
knees between my legs; the vulnerability that took over his usually stoic face
touched me. Not wishing to have anymore distance between us than necessary and
unable to resist him any longer I reached for him and held his irresistibly
beautiful face between my shaky hands.
As I hungrily sucked on Alex Krycek's tongue; I felt, at that very moment in
time, totally complete. I had been living with a sense of wanting and longing
for so long that I seldom realized it but now that I was here with Alex doing
what seemed to come naturally for us both, I found my yearnings were being
fulfilled completely. It was a feeling that I will never forget no matter how
long I live.
Not being a shrinking wallflower himself, Alex suddenly released the hold that
he seemed to have been keeping on himself and finally gave into whatever it was
that he had been feeling for me. We attacked each others mouths for a few
minutes more before I had to reluctantly break away and get some air, and to
collect my thoughts. We had just been more or less grappling with one another,
trying to get as close to one another as possible without actually climbing
into each others skin. Although had the act been possible, I believe we would
have done it too.
I began to investigate the outer regions of Alex's mouth. Wanting more of him
I dropped my hands from the sides of his face to push away his dusty and dirty
leather jacket from his broad shoulders. I used my hands to feel all that I
could of him. I had heard of course, that he had lost an arm while he was in
Tunguska, but I thought, or maybe hoped, that it had been nothing more than a
rumor. But even when I found that it was the truth, it didn't matter one iota
to me. Even at that time, I had thought that at least he hadn't lost his life
as well; I was even more grateful now as I'd rather be making out with an
one-armed Alex Krycek than no Alex Krycek at all.
Alex, on the other hand, seemed a little shy about my having to see him in this
state. I did feel a small pang of regret at the unfairness of the whole
situation-that his once perfect body had been marred in such a horrific
way-then again, as I so often found out for myself , life was seldom fair.
However, my desire to be with him did not change at the discovery and I leaned
in close telling him as much while sampling a bite of his very sexy earlobe.
My need to see and touch all of Alex was growing and the fervor in my actions
spoke for themselves; I needed Alex Krycek. Alex acquiesced easily enough and
allowed me to take over disrobing him, humming and hawing throughout the
process. He asked me if I minded if he removed his prosthesis as it pained him
and then murmured something to the effect of how that type of pain did not turn
him on. Even though he stated those words with a grin, I could still sense
that his mood had turned heavy.
I stood and reached for him, extending my trembling hand out to him. After a
second's hesitation he took it. I drew him in close to my hammering chest,
positive that he would feel my heart pounding and hoping he would know was
because of him. I raised Alex's shaky hand to my lips and kissed it while
looking deeply into his eyes, attempting to gauge his reaction to my
overtures.
I tightened my hold on Alex as I kissed him all over again. His nearly
hairless chest was an incredible turn-on for me. The way our torso's met and
matched-nipples almost perfectly aligned-excited me. I couldn't believe what a
perfect fit we were; we are made for each other. I ran the tips of my fingers
over his back, exploring all I could feel of Alex's skin. His back was a
veritable road map of bumps, lines and scars and I knew that by the end of our
lovemaking those features would be forever imprinted in my mind. I will
remember everything that makes Alex unique.
Alex was running feathery light touches over my own back; it had been a very
long time since I had been with someone; to be close to another person again
made me shudder in anticipation. He smirked when he saw that he had succeeded
in raising bumps upon my skin.
I stripped myself down first and then divested Alex of his heavy black boots,
briefly thinking how odd it was that he wore no socks. As I stood in my
underwear, it was obvious even to me that Alex liked what he saw. I knew my
arousal was evident through the tight cotton boxers I was wearing. Though I
was pleased with his admiration, I nevertheless wanted to balance the
equation, so I grabbed the belt loops of Alex's jeans and pushed down the
faded and well worn fabric. I was surprised yet again to find that in addition
being sans socks, he also didn't wear underwear either.
Somehow in my eyes he suited the 'au natural' look. Damn but he was a sexy man,
definitely 100% male. My erection bobbed and swelled at the sight of him.
There he was before me now, in the raw: Alex Krycek, the dark knight whom I had
been secretly longing for years. God help me but I craved him, even if he was
the devil incarnate himself. I knew someday I would burn in hell for wanting
him this badly.
I rested my hands on his waist in order to cover up the fact that I was
actually shaking like a leaf. Even though I already suspected what the answer
would be, I asked Alex then if he'd ever been fucked before.
As expected, he replied, "Yes of course", to which I confessed that've not. could tell it turned him on think me a virgin and was my first. Jokingly commented about being "gentle with
quipped some one liner back then Alex sitting up looking at
eyes full desire. The wanton look his face made appear almost
innocent, an irony unto itself doubted Krycek ever
innocent.>
Alex leaned towards me and taking the lead for the first time, kissed me
soundly. He then whispered passion filled words to me as he tasted my neck.
When he started to suck the sensitized flesh at the juncture between my neck
and shoulder, I almost went over the edge. The pleasure/pain sensation that I
was feeling was giving me the most painful erection of my life. I wanted to get
off and I wanted to get off now!
After a quick re-lubing using the only available moisture I had to hand, I
placed my quaking hands on Alex's slim hips again. He finally sensed my
nervousness due to my inexperience so he, to my extreme relief took over
briefly and guided our love making. He was already straddling my lap when he
grabbed my penis in his hand, I wanted shot my load right then and there. He
held me very tightly while squeezing in and out slightly to add to my pleasure.
I hoped that there was enough lube to make the entry easier, but by that time I
was too far gone to ask him about it.
Alex placed the tip of my penis at his opening but after that he left me to own
devices. His puckered opening was the tightest entrance I had ever invaded. I
closed my eyes and concentrated on not shoving myself all the way in quickly so
that I wouldn't hurt him. God knows if it was me in Alex's position now, I
probably would have chickened out before the act had even gotten this far.
I decided I wanted to see him sweat a little too so without any warning, I
tightened my grip on his hips to push him down while thrusting my own hips up.
I was satisfied to see that that not only made him break a sweat, but also got
his attention and he held his focus on me in return. The tight fit alone was
enough to make me orgasm. I never would have thought that being in a man would
be tighter and even more inviting than being inside of a woman. It struck me
then; that here I was, sitting on my couch with my dick up Alex Krycek's
ass-Alex Krycek, who was not only a Russian triple agent but a man whom I had
attributed to the near destruction of not only my life but that of my partner's
as well.
I knew that I would not be able to last much longer therefore I was determined
to enjoy every stroke I could. I picked up the pace of my thrusts as he began
to fondle my nipples. He tried to masturbate, but I slapped his hand away as I
wanted me to be the cause of his orgasm, not himself alone. He moved his hand
away from obediently.
As Alex continued to pinch and manipulate my tender flesh, I felt my balls
squeeze a little tighter together in anticipation of an orgasm.
He gently pulled me out of himself but instead of getting up he sat back down
in my lap. I could feel my cum dripping out of his opening and onto my thighs.
Suddenly I was turned on again! So I immediately let go of all control and
sensible thoughts and allowed my libido to truly take over. I stopped my light
kisses on his shoulders and replaced the action by sucking in a sizable bit of
his creamy white skin into my mouth instead. I worked my mouth to bring all
the blood beneath his smooth flesh to the surface. Alex moaned and thrashed;
to my surprise and pleasure I was still quite bit horny so I grabbed his
beautiful face and kissed him hard.
I realized that I wanted Alex to fuck me, plain and simple; I did not want to
delve too much into the why's of my decision. I just wanted him to top me.
Unable to find the right words to tell him my feelings, I instead opted for a
rather obscene, "Do me, Alex".
He had no trouble getting my message and even less trouble complying to my
request. His big green eyes lit up and a lust-filled grin took over his
otherwise serene face. I pushed away the coffee table with the balls of my
feet and dragged him to the floor with me. Somewhere in the far back of my
over-stimulated brain, the thought "I hope no one's spying on me this week" ran
through. But I absently put that and all the other thoughts of reason aside
while I propped myself up on my hands and knees. Not a very masculine pose
but Alex didn't seem care. I know I sure as hell didn't.
I looked back at him again and this time, caught his eyes and held them to my
own. I wanted to say something then, to verbalize the feelings I was
experiencing; but unable to do so, I just went for the rather simple plea of
"Kiss me", to which he responded to with such precision that when he stopped, I
felt completely and thoroughly satisfied with his expert technique. Alex began
to leave a trail of sloppy wet kisses down my spine that made me shiver in
delight. No one had ever kissed me down my back that way before and I liked
the sensation his kisses left. When Alex reached the end of the line, he
raised his head and breathed an airy "May I?"
I was flabbergasted. I definitely had never been kissed down there before, no
one had ever even asked me if I would want that. I realized that I really,
really wanted him too. So while I was stunned by his question, I shocked
myself even further by replying "yes" to it.
I heard him spit into his palm, I assumed he did so so he could rub the
moisture over himself. I thought I was as ready as I was ever going to be, but
when Alex began to slowly sink the head of his erect penis into my slippery but
small opening, I suddenly felt a small wave of hesitation wash over me.
However, Alex took his time in pre-paring me so that I got the impression that
he was trying to be gentle with me.
Eventually, I got use to the feel of him and in my own anxiousness, I pushed
back towards him to let him know what I wanted. Alex understood instantly so
without another word, he pushed the engorged head of his cock into me. He
stopped again then, giving me time to adjust. It was a good thing too as I was
totally unprepared for the searing pain I felt when his head breached my
opening. It almost felt like he had ripped me wide open. Despite the pain,
however, I was determined not to chicken out.
As I gulped in my breath while trying to adjust, Alex ran his finger tips
lightly up and down my back and through my hair. I have always loved the feel
of fingers running through my hair. Even without his saying so, I knew Alex
was waiting for me to let him know when I was ready to go on. After awhile,
when the ache had subsided enough, I began to rock back towards him to give
him the signal. The minute I moved, Alex grabbed my hips and began pumping in
and out of my tender ass, his fervent thrusts taking over the gentleness he had
been so careful in maintaining before. Alex's cock scraped over my prostate,
making me groan in pleasure in addition to sending another surge of desire
through me.
I reveled in the fact that Alex was forceful-his movements were animalistic and
they were turning me on even more than I had thought possible. I knew he was
about to come when he reached down and wrapped his fist firmly around my
hard-on. He bit down on my left shoulder blade as he jacked my dick in time
with his thrusting hips.
I regretted not trying to pull him close to me sooner, maybe then he might have
been willing to hold me just a few minutes longer. But sadly, the spell had
been broken. Time was no longer standing still as it had during our
lovemaking. Unfortunately it was time to leave the fairytales behind and come
back into the real world-this world which was filled with alien conspiracies
and governmental shenanigans interspersed with the odd cover up. I had a job
to do now and apparently, judging by Alex's determination to get his arm
strapped back on, so did he.
Alex seemed jumpy, even nervous, which almost upset me considering the intimacy
of the acts that we had just performed for and on each other. He struggled
with his t-shirt, his frustration increasing by each moment. I continued to
watch him for a few seconds before taking a little mercy on my one-armed rogue.
I went over and stopped Alex's grappling motions. I offered to help quietly.
He looked at me with those big eyes of his and I saw that he was shy again, shy
about the fact that he needed me to help him in this way.
To me, Alex's eyes gave away everything. Once I realized that they were his
true betrayers, it was now easy for me to read him. I don't even think he knew
that his best feature was also his Achilles' heal. Alex had revealed his true
feelings to me at that moment without his even knowing it.
He ran three of his finger tips lightly over his bottom lip and smiled so
sweetly he could have melted butter. It certainly melted my heart. He said a
few words to me in what I guessed to be Russian, his native tongue, and though
I couldn't understand a word of it I had the distinct feeling that he was
wishing me well. Then without looking back, Alex Krycek walked out of my
life. So here I am now sitting on my couch, holding the note that Alex left for me.
I turn it over and over in my hand while contemplating Alex Krycek and myself.
I'm thinking about what we were or are to each other.
Making Love by
the Light of the Fishtank
by Demi-X
Part One
Mulder expertly sucked at my tongue. I followed suit and thoroughly explored
his mouth as well. After awhile, he broke away from me to gulp in some air.
My own breath was coming in heavy gasps. I could have gone on kissing him
forever. Mulder still had a grip on my head so he pulled me back to meet his
lips again before long, this time exploring the outside of my mouth by using
his tongue to gently lick my lips and his straight white teeth to nibble first
at my bottom lip then the upper one. He kept his eyes closed while kissing me,
so after a few seconds of watching him, I did the same.
Eventually, his hands released their hold on my face and began to push my
leather jacket off of my shoulders. I winced to myself as I wished that I had
two arms to undress him with.
"Good", was his reply, "because when it comes to the actual act of this kind
sex... I'm a virgin…" That meant I was his first time with a man EVER. My
cock jumped at his words. Things just kept getting better and better. I
quipped for him to be gentle with me, which he answered back with a cheeky
"not if I can help it". I leaned against him then and wrapped my arm around
his neck so that my hand rested on his shoulder. I eagerly began my own
exploration of his mouth, much the same as he had done to me. I gently bit his
lips then ran my tongue over them.
I kissed my way across his face to his smooth and creamy neck, murmuring how
much I wanted him as I went. When I stopped kissing his neck, I began sucking
on the flesh beneath my mouth instead. He hung his head backwards and moaned
his delight to me. Encouraged, I continued on, making the mark just a little
bit bigger. Hopefully I had estimated right and the purple circle would be
concealed by the collar of his dress shirt. Then again I could have put it
anywhere and I doubt he would've minded...then. Later, after I'm gone, I'm
sure he would be better able to appreciate my discretion.
I accommodated him by leaning closer to him and nuzzling his neck and using
my teeth to softly nip at him. He rubbed the precum over my tight cleft and
gently started working in the tip of his index finger. Shivers of pleasure ran
through me. It had been a very long time since someone had been inside of me.
Even longer still since I had enjoyed it.
My anticipation was growing. In my eagerness for penetration I sat up and
pushed myself onto his finger. Mulder pushed back, using his finger to screw
me. I was a little disappointed when he removed the finger but was rendered
happy again shortly when he squeezed our dicks together again. He spread the
moderate amount of warm liquid over his penis and my anus. I was ready and so
was he.
Then, without warning, he held my hips tighter and plunged the rest of his
entire length into me. I grunted loudly at the burning pain but told him to
continue on. He started drilling into me with determination, increasing his
speed with every thrust. As he fucked me, I pinched his nipples at first
before moving my hand to my own neglected organ and to begin pumping it up and
down. But Mulder slapped my hand away and saying something to the effect of
"I'll take care of that in a minute".
I obeyed his wishes, hoping that he would touch me soon because if he didn't
I would probably shoot my wad with no help at all. To take my mind off of my
own condition, I went back to playing with Mulder's nipples. He really got
further turned on by my ministrations, I could tell by the way he thrusted
harder into me. I knew it would be only a matter of seconds before he had his
orgasm. I leaned forward attached my mouth to his left nipple and began using
my teeth on it while my thumb and forefinger kept on to manipulating the right
one.
Not wanting to keep him waiting longer than necessary, I crouched down behind
him, getting into position. I rubbed Mulder's back, again secretly wishing I
could touch him with both hands. His skin was warm and smooth to my touch, and
he shivered just a little bit when my hand skated from his lower back to caress
the perfectly curved rounds of his derriere. Mulder looked back over his
shoulder, pursed his lips to say something, but in the end nothing came out. I
think he wanted to tell me to hurry.
I stretched myself across his back rubbing my hairless chest against him. He
continued to look at me and this time he did manage to say something: "Kiss
me". I complied at once. After kissing his mouth most thoroughly, I ran my
tongue down his spine. Every time I needed more moisture on my tongue I
planted a little kiss to help me raise some saliva to continue on. When I
reached his ass, I asked simply "can I?". My answer came as a quiet "yes". I
had fantasized about performing the next action for Fox Mulder so many times it
made me almost giddy with anticipation that I was actually going to do it.
I parted his sweet cheeks using my hand and my face and then ran my tongue
over his opening. Mulder moaned his pleasure loudly. Encouraged, I went on,
using my tongue to make him ready for my impending entry by using plenty of
saliva to lube him up. I pushed in slightly with my tongue and he arched his
back. He was ready for more so I stuck my finger in my mouth to make it
slippery and then began to work it into Mulder very slowly. His body language
screamed more so once I worked in the index finger, I added the pointer
gently to the mix.
I waited until he pushed back against me before sitting up on my own knees
and rubbed the leaking fluid from the head of my cock over the rest of the
hardened organ. Between the saliva and pre-cum there was definitely enough
juice to ease the entry. Taking my time I pushed in slowly, not wanting to
hurt him too bad even though I knew no amount of care would prevent all of the
burning sensation. Especially since Mulder was having anal sex for the first
time.
I could tell he was anxious; anxious and horny. Before long, he pushed
lightly back against me. I took the hint and sank myself to the point just past
the head of my penis. I paused to give him time to rest, he had sucked in his
breath when the first bit of pain hit, but like a trooper he said nothing. I
let him control this phase of the lovemaking as well, waiting for him to rock
against me to tell me he was ready. While waiting for his ass to adjust I
utilized my time by running my finger tips over his back and through his silky
brown hair. That relaxed him, which was my intention, so we went on.
I don't think I had ever felt a tighter fit, he was warm and snug around me.
When my full length was buried deep inside of him, I took over and moved in and
out of him more intensely. Mulder's head hung down as he was concentrating on
moving in time with me. The sight of him was so beautiful to me. I
eventually picked up the pace, plunging in and out of him faster, no longer
worried that I might hurt him. Since this was my time and my orgasm, I did my
damndest to make it last.
But all good things must come to an end. When I felt the familiar pressure
in my balls signaling my own release I leaned over Mulder's back and clamped my
mouth to his left shoulder blade. With my hand I grabbed his erection and
pumped him in time with my hips. It only took a few more seconds before I felt
Mulder's sphincter contract and tighten around me as he shot his load.
I let myself go then, crying out, "Fox, oh Fox !" I wanted to tell him that
I loved him; at that very moment it hit me that I did in fact love him. But in
the end, I stopped myself from telling him those words. Maybe next time, if we
get together like this again I might have the guts to say it.
I allowed him to help me finish dressing and when I was done, I waited for
him to pull his own underwear back on. Mulder asked me casually if he would
see me again while searching my eyes anxiously for the answer. I knew full
well that he would be able to tell if I was lying...this time. I told him
"yes", plain and simple. Mulder then kissed me hard on the lips, sucking my
lower one into his mouth. When he released it, it ached.
"A little reminder," he said. I told him that I would never forget this
night. He told me the same.
It really was time to go. As I turned to leave I wished him good luck in
Russian and called him my friend. But before he could ask me what I had said,
I turned my back on him and walked to the door and out. I couldn't bring
myself to look back at him even once. I was afraid to, in case I couldn't
bring myself to leave again once I did.
I will tell him that I was successful in getting Agent Mulder to see things
our way. But until that call comes, I will continue to stand here, staring at
the mark Mulder left on my neck while feeling the burning in my ass. I push
forcefully on the purple spot and feel the tenderness underneath it. If I
close my eyes I can almost feel his lips on mine. I rub my fingers over my
bruised lower lip and remember our lovemaking yet again.
I was somewhat dazed after having my head rammed between two solid oak
spindles. Lying there on my back with a gun stuck to my chest, I found it hard
to think straight. Then again, whenever Alex Krycek was around, making sane and
sensible decisions never seemed to be an option for me. After all, I had once
on a whim ran off to Russia with the man.
I was really tempted to smack his face when he commented that I was losing it
because he could beat me one-handed; however, I resisted the urge and decided
to blurt out a come-back instead. Too bad the best line I could think of was
"Isn't that how you like to beat yourself?" It was rather painfully
unoriginal, not to mention overtly sexual in its meaning. The look he gave me
in response was peculiar, as if he wanted to comment on it but thought better
of it. I was almost relieved at his choice.
Only this time it's me who is at a disadvantage and yet all I could come up
with was that beating yourself line. I couldn't believe how lame that
line was.
My lips and the inside of my mouth were beginning to feel as dry as cotton,
and lacking a glass of water to quench my thirst, I did the only thing I could
think of to rid the dryness in my mouth-I ran my tongue across my lips. Krycek
watched me moisten my lips in fascination. It was then that I wondered, though
not for the first time, if he might have harbored similar carnal thoughts of me
from time to time over the years as I often had of him.
The last thing I wanted was a new partner who was blatantly green in my eyes.
I had tried to trick him in the very beginning, but to my surprise, Alex, being
the sharp guy that he was and evidently still is, met my challenges. I can
still see him and how he was then clearly, standing outside of the sleep
disorder center angrily telling me off, going on about how nobody ditches him
"like a bad date" and how I didn't "know the first thing" about him. I
remember thinking to myself at the time that he probably had never been a bad
date in his whole life. Of course back then I had thought him younger than he
actually was; I mistakenly thought that he was both young and green. But I
know better now. I believe he is actually nearer to me in chronological age,
though in experiences he is definitely a thousand times older. Then again,
with Alex Krycek, one can never be sure of anything.
No person in his right mind could ever believe Alex Krycek to be anything but
a villain, but I could and did, frequently. Whenever Scully called Krycek
names like "lying bastard" and "cold-blooded murderer" it rankled me, even
though I tended to call him the very same names with the same adjectives when
describing him to others. Alex Krycek and I have shared a lot of experiences
over the years, not as many and certainly not as bizarre as some of the ones I
have shared with Scully of course, but somehow I consider the mutual adventures
that Krycek and I have had to be no less profound and definitely more
ethereal.
They hold more meaning for me in my heart; though I could never spell out
why that is, only that it simply so.
As my cheek burned with his lip print I could do nothing but stare up at him
and wait-wait for him to continue on. But he didn't continue. He stared at me
openly for a few seconds before un-cocking the gun he had pilfered forcibly off
of my body. I held out my hand for it and with a small quirky smile playing at
the corner of his lips, he dropped the weapon onto my palm. I grasped it and
automatically went for the trigger, even though I knew full well that I would
never actually shoot him.
I drew him in close and kissed him
as I've always wanted to, I sucked on his lips and pulled his tongue into my
mouth just so I could taste it. I loved the way it felt, hidden deep inside the
recesses of my mouth. All of the suppressed passion that I held inside of me,
the secret passion that I had been feeling for him for all these years bubbled
to the surface, filling me with a strong sense of contentment.
Alex had a scent on him that could only be described as natural, judging by
the aroma, he probably had not bathed in the last 24 hours. However, rather
than repel me, Alex's primitive state actually heated up my ardor even more.
I knew that he wanted exactly what I wanted by the way his expansive chest
heaved and his prominent hard-on bulged beneath his jeans. We both wanted sex.
I had never had sex with a man before, only previously experiencing some
foreplay, so in that respect I was still very much a virgin.
I was hornier now than I had ever been at any other time in my life, yet I
was also more nervous than any other time in my life as well. With Alex Krycek
kneeling between my legs now while knowing that he was going to be the one and
only guy to ever fuck me, I suddenly felt a little unsure, so I did what felt
instinctive and brought him in close again. This time, however, I kissed him
more gently than before. I closed my eyes to shut out everything that was
going on in the background, which really wasn't all that much, but I wanted to
concentrate solely on him and what we were doing.
Wanting to lighten things up again, I joked about how making love to a one
armed man was kind of kinky and I liked kinky. He smiled, but nevertheless
shyly turned his back to me to remove the arm. I wanted to give him some
privacy so I turned my attention to taking off the top half of my wardrobe.
I couldn't resist telling him how beautiful his eyes were and how much they
affected me when they looked into my own. He actually blushed hotly at my
words and It was then that I realized that even though Alex Krycek was no doubt
experienced at fucking, he had probably never been made love to.
Judging by the way he was reacting to my declaration, I wondered if anyone
had ever whispered endearments to him and meant them. Or perhaps he was
blushing because he simply didn't know what to say in response.
Not wanting to embarrass him however by asking him about it, I chose instead,
to believe that no one had ever told him what I had before. Then at least he
and I could be on equal ground, I being a virgin in the physical sense
and he in the romantic sense, if only in my mind.
It was apparent that he had lost the shy school boy attitude when he reached
down the back of my pants and gripped one of my ass cheeks with his strong
right hand. I gasped breathily at his touch.
Encouraged by his bold moves upon my body, I reciprocated the gesture by
plunging both hands down the back of his jeans and giving his ass a firm
squeeze. Alex pushed his crotch towards me in response and rubbed himself
against my own painful hard-on. I realized that we were way over-dressed for
what was about to take place so I decided to remedy the situation as quickly as
possible. I eyed the formidable bulge in Alex's jeans and bravely reached
forward, seeking to uncover the object that would eventually lead me to
ecstasy and leave me on the doorstep of seventh heaven.
I don't remember moving to the couch but there we were, sitting there
together with Alex straddling me gazing at one another, illuminated by the
light of my fish tank. The glow was only bright enough to shine on just the
two of us, keeping the rest of the room covered in a shadowy blanket. It was
almost as if we were in the spotlight, performing center stage for the
un-interested goldfish.
Not caring or thinking about anything else but having a orgasm, I grasped his
sizable erection and held it together with my own-even our cocks fit together
perfectly. Teasing some of clear fluid from the end of Alex's penis and my
own, I pooled the pearly liquid together and put it to my lips, tasting
it.
Though I was not as practiced in the art of male to male sex, I certainly
knew enough to not only please myself but Alex as well. Curious as to how
tight he would feel, I reached behind him, searching out his opening and when I
had found that which I sought, I used my already moist finger to ready him for
my cock's entry. I had crested my desire, and there was no doubt in either of
our minds that I would enter him; I wanted to feel the heat that was inside of
him, desperately.
I pushed in slowly until I was just past the head of my penis. Alex
mumbled then that the "hard part's over". I looked up at him, amazed that he
wasn't even breaking a sweat, whereas I already felt the first beads of
moisture breaking out on my forehead. The phrase "cool as a cucumber" would be
an appropriate description of Alex Krycek just then.
Alex surprised me by leaning over and biting my right nipple while he
continued to pinch and flick my left one. As soon as he did that, that was it.
I had been hanging on, balancing on the edge of release, but when I felt him
pull my sensitive nub into his sweet mouth and bite down gently but firmly, I
lost all control. I held him down as I shot what felt like a quart of cum into
his tight ass, shouting out his name and few other words that I don't recall as
I did so.
Alex's ass milked my cock of all its contents. I was sure that the force of my
orgasm was so strong that my load must have shot clear up to his large
intestine. When I'd empty myself, I pulled Alex close and held him tightly
while kissing his shoulders all over lightly. I was basking in the afterglow
of such a large release, but poor Alex still had not been satisfied.
When there was no movement coming from behind me and wondering what the hold
up was; I looked over my shoulder just in time to catch Krycek drinking up the
view of my white ass. Turning my head back to the front I hung it to relieve
some of the strain and smiled at my rug. He was enjoying this as much as I
was; there was no doubt in my mind now as to how much he truly wanted this-the
look on his face said everything. After a while, I felt his warm dry hand
begin to slowly and gently rub across my back, almost as if he was trying to
memorize the feel of my skin against his hand. I had a feeling that he was
trying to remember this very moment in time; I of course would never forget
it.
I was unprepared for the response my body gave at receiving a rim job. The
words Holy Christ and Mother of God drifted through my mind to my lips which I
whispered out silently. I am not a religious man but the act Alex Krycek was
performing between my parted cheeks was definitely heavenly to say the least.
His tongue was as soft as satin and the care in which he took to make sure I
enjoyed myself was touching to the point of being overwhelming.
I moaned and groaned at the stimulation; I'm sure he could tell that what he
was doing to me was driving me crazy with ecstasy. After he finished using his
talented on me I felt him sink one moist finger into my tight opening very,
very slowly. I couldn't believe that I was still able to kneel. I was aching
and shaking; he had me so thoroughly horny by this point in time that I was
completely ready for Alex to take the next step with me.
Alex had after all sat on my lap and impaled himself on me for my pleasure.
Even if he was no virgin, he still must have felt some pain before the
pleasure. The least I could do was reciprocate for the one and likely the only
time that Alex Krycek and I would make love. Make love not war ran giddily
through my over-loaded brain as I rode out the slight discomfort.
A few pulls later I spilled my seed for the second time in the space of half
an hour into the palm of the most deceptive, devious man I knew or would ever
know. Depleted by his own powerful orgasm, Alex collapsed on my back, in turn
forcing me onto my stomach.
I stayed that way for awhile while mulling over some thoughts, but soon, his
weight became overbearing. Alex is a fairly big guy; despite his life on the
run, his body was definitely not undernourished. I squirmed underneath him and
eventually Alex took the hint and rolled off of me, but before I could draw him
into a post-coital cuddle, he stood and went for the box of Kleenex I didn't
know I had on the table in the corner of my darkened living room.
I sure wasn't about to tell him of what I now knew though; I simply remained
silent and let him think that his secret was still his own to keep. I only
continued to help him finish getting dressed. When he was done, I pulled on my
own underwear before turning to him and asking in my poor attempt at an
impassive voice if I would ever see him again. Knowing his eyes would give him
away one way or another, I examined them closely. When he told me "yes", I
believed him completely. I grabbed his face and kissed him roughly, sucking his
lower lip into my mouth and biting it. I wanted Alex Krycek to remember me as
I would him.
I have to admit to myself that when he cried out my name in the heated throes
of his own orgasm, my heart jumped and then skipped a beat. He had called out
my name. My name. The act was momentous for me, he had cried out my name, and
my name alone, at his most vulnerable moment in a tone I would never forget. I
knew then that he did in fact harbor very strong feelings for me. Perhaps he
even loved me; some place deep inside of me hopes that he does.
After a while, my mind eventually wonders about just what exactly I would find
at Weicamp Airforce base. Alex took a big risk in coming to my place to give
me this information. I have a feeling that the evidence I need to prove the
existence of extraterrestrial life would be found there. A knock sounds at my
door suddenly; my instincts tell me that it's Scully.
It's a good thing that she's come by, since I should really try to patch
things up with her. I have not been very sympathetic to her and what she has
gone through lately. We need to talk; if the task coming up is as big as I
think it is then we are going to need one another. We have to trust each other
like we used to do so easily in the years gone by. If nothing else, than at
least Alex Krycek has shown me that.
