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Mulder looked up from the book he'd been reading in time to see Alex shrugging
angrily out of his beloved leather jacket and throwing it forcefully into the
farthest corner of the room. Chuckling, Mulder asked "Aw, that's what it gets
for shielding you from that bad, bad whether out there?"
Alex cast an angry look at Mulder, who was obviously amused beyond belief.
"That's not funny! You don't know what's going on out there! Fuck, I don 't
even know what's going on out there! All I wanted was to go to the supermarket
at the corner and get some chocolate sauce for later. But it's like everyone
is on the street right now, running around with. like. a hundred fucking bags
and they don't care if they push somebody right into a fucking dumpster as long
as they get to the next department store! And inside the supermarket. oh god .
I practically boxed my way through a thousand customers and then I had to wait
over two fucking hours to pay. I just wanted a damn bottle of chocolate sauce!
I was this close to shooting my way out!" Alex stood, heavily panting,
red-faced with anger, the fingers of his right hand less than a millimeter
apart, and glared at Mulder.
Mulder stared back for a few seconds, stunned by Alex' outburst. Then he began
laughing out loud. Holding his aching stomach, he rolled off the couch and onto
the carpet, unable to control his amusement. Registering Alex's furious
expression he tried to calm down, but just when he'd managed to take an even
breath, a mental picture of Alex's temper tantrum came back to him, and he was
lost again. When he heard a door slam shut he looked around. No Alex. Damn. Now
I pissed him off.
Wiping the tears out of his face Mulder stood, went to the now closed bedroom
door, and knocked softly. "Alex? Alex, are you okay? I didn't mean to make you
angry. Can I come in?"
Hearing nothing he decided to risk a broken rib and opened the door anyway.
Peeking inside he saw Alex laying on the king-sized bed in the dark.
"Alex?" he tried again.
Nothing.
"Alex, I'm sorry, okay?"
"Get. Out."
Oh, shit. He's really pissed... Mulder bit his lip and protested quietly, "But
it's Christmas Eve. Let's not fight. Please."
Alex sighed heavily then looked Mulder straight in the eye. "If I didn't love
you so much, you'd be dead by now."
Mulder's eyes brightened and he practically jumped onto the bed... and Alex. "I
love you, too, baby."
Alex squirmed under him, trying to get away. "Mulder, you're squashing me here!
Get off !"
But the other man had slightly different ideas.
"Oh yeah, I'm going to get off..."
Immediately Alex stopped struggling. "Really?"
Mulder hummed delightedly. "Yeah, and so are you."
A lascivious smile spread across Alex's face. "Sounds good."
Softly Mulder began to lick a wet path down Alex's throat and Alex really,
really enjoyed Mulder's attention, but. "Um. Mulder? . Mulder!"
Darn, Russians could be so annoying sometimes. "What?"
Alex gave him a brilliant smile, showing his teeth. "Relax. I just wanted to say
that I got the sauce." The other man frowned and Alex rolled his eyes. God save
the world from dense FBI agents. "The chocolate sauce I almost got killed for!"
"Oh."
"Yeah, it's in my jacket. Go get it, okay?"
Mulder averted his eyes and absently fingered the sleeve of Alex's shirt, but
made no move to get up.
"What are you waiting for?"
Mulder had noticed from the get-go that patience was not Alex's strong suit.
Therefore, he wasn't terribly surprised when Alex's reaction to his softly
uttered "No." came out somewhat strong, and with a hint of the assassin in his
voice.
"No?!"
Mulder calmly shook his head.
"Why the hell not?! Mulder," he warned, "I'm starting to get pissed again."
Quickly Mulder pressed his mouth to Alex's and shut him up. Kissing. Kissing was
one of two things that actually could shut Alex up. Of course, since Alex was
a spy who had been trained to keep his secrets, Mulder had spend hour after hour
researching and experimenting until he'd uncovered that vital information.
Luckily for him, Alex had enjoyed the exquisite torture; otherwise it could have
turned into an ugly situation.
After a few breathtaking minutes of licking and sucking at Alex's tongue and
lips Mulder pulled back. If he'd had the time he would have rediscovered those
swollen lips over and over again, along with a few of Alex's other body parts,
but he had made plans for that night, and he'd be damned if he wouldn't stick to
them. "I want you to do something for me, Alex."
The younger man slowly began unbuttoning Mulder's shirt. "Anything."
Okay, deep breath, shielding all vital body parts and"Go to the Christmas
fair with me. Now."
Alex stopped dead in his tracks. He looked into up into the hazel eyes of his
lover and frowned. Blink. Frown deepening. Blink. Then tentatively, "You 're
kidding, right?"
But Mulder held his gaze and Alex heart sank. " Please tell me that you're
kidding!"
His lover sighed. "No, I'm not. So?"
Alex opened his mouth to tell him that there was absolutely nothing that would
make him go out there into the cold with all those crazy people running around,
when Mulder stuck out his lower lip and began chewing it that way... Damn.
"Mulder, I. I hate Christmas!" he tried unconvincingly.
The slightly older man moved in and kissed the tip of Alex's nose. "Do it for
me. Please?"
Blink. Frown. Blink.
"Shit!" Alex jumped out of the bed and rushed over to the closet, grabbing his
gloves and, what was for him, an uncharacteristically heavy coat. "Lets go,
before my better judgement returns."
Mulder quickly followed him, and actually arrived at the door first. He knew all
too well just how quickly Alex Krycek could really change his mind.
Their journey into Old Town Alexandria had been a kinda long but pleasant one.
There really were a lot of people on the streets, yet somehow Alex found that it
didn't bother him that much with Mulder at his side. As they turned around the
last corner and the Christmas fair came into sight, Alex stole a brief look at
his lover's face, which lit up and looked almost as bright as the big decorated
trees framing the fair area.
Mulder dragged Alex straight to one of the wooden cabins that sold hot chocolate
and waffles with sweet syrup. He ordered one for each of them. While Mulder
joyfully drank and ate, Alex observed the scenery and the people and sighed
about the 100th I-really-don't-want-to-be-here-and-don'
t-have-a-clue-how-you-managed-to-make-me-come-with-you complaint, just for good
measure. Much to his surprise, he actually liked it here. All the lights and
scents and even more people wandering happily around, talking, having fun. He
felt almost.at peace. But no, he'd rather write that Oilien a postcard saying
"It was nice. We should do that again sometime," than admitting any such thing
to Mulder. He had an image to protect after all.
"You know what the best thing about us being together is?" asked Mulder,
startling Alex out of his reverie. "I've really gotten to know you better than
anyone else knows you."
Alex head shot up and he swallowed. Trying to be nonchalant, he asked, "Really?"
But Mulder just smiled and put some money on the cabin's wooden counter. "Yeah.
Come on, let's go home."
"Go? I thought you wanted."
"What I wanted was to go to the Christmas fair with you. And you came with me.
That's enough for me. Now." Mulder moved in real close, until his lips tickled
Alex ear, and whispered ". now I just want to go home, throw you onto our bed
and fuck you senseless."
And then Mulder was gone, whistling as he walked down the street. He left Alex
staring after him, mouth hanging open. How the hell did Mulder do that? Why was
this particular man able to make Alex do whatever he wanted him to do, without
even having to put forth much effort? What was it about Mulder that could leave
a goddamn trained assassin into a mouth-hanging-stupidly-open kind of jerk?
Alex quickly snapped his mouth shut and started after his lover. When he came up
beside him, he put an arm through Mulder's and gave him a sweet grin. "I love
you, you know?"
Tightening the hold on his lover's arm Mulder gave Alex a quick peck on the
cheek. "Love you, too."
Both of them were quite at peace with the world as they quietly walked down the
street, neither man noticing the danger that was getting nearer and nearer at a
high rate of speed. Almost too late Alex heard itthe roaring of.
"Mulder!"
His lover gave a startled yelp as Alex pushed him forcefully into a pile of snow
on the sidewalk. When Mulder found a way out of the mess, he searched the street
worriedly for a sign of Alex. He found him just a few meters away and asked in a
strained voice, "Alex?"
But Alex did not say a word. He couldn't. He just stood there glaring angrily
after the car that had driven past them well above the speed limit and had
splattered him with what once had been wonderfully white snow.
Mulder began to grin widely at the dropping wet sight Alex made. Then he began
to giggle and then.. then all he could do was let himself fall backwards into
the pile of snow, holding his sides and laughing helplessly while Alex glared at
the sky above and screamed a heartfelt, "God, I hate Christmas!"
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X-mas Fair
by Krissy (kristina@muenster.de) Disclaimer: Yadda, yadda, yadda. Bla, bla, bla. CC, 1013 Productions and Fox. No money made. Pairing: Mulder/Krycek Rating: PG-13 Spoiler: None. Notes: It's X-mas! Well, it will be soon. When I drove past the Christmas fair in my town late one night I pictured Alex and Mulder going through the tight passages, looking at the things offered... My muse decided to use that picture. Uh. those lines I wrote when it was indeed short before Christmas, but then I got distracted and (I admit it) lazy, so the story never stood a chance to be finished on time. My very sincere apologies for that. Fortunately (or not) some people thought the story was actually good (no I didn't drug them) and they made me write and post it, even if I would have to wait until next Christmas. Well, I didn't wait that long and maybe you're not in the right mood to read a Christmas story, but do me a favour and try, okay? Thanks: Jennie and Kindlithank you for the wonderful 'emergency' beta! Summary: Mulder drags his lover to a Christmas fair. Unfortunately Alex hates Christmas. Archive: Should somebody want to archive the story he just has to drop me a line. Feedback: Yes, yes, yes! |
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