One more year had come and gone...but after tonight, it would all be
different.
The street was poorly lit. It would have been wide, but there were cars
banked down along each side, and the result made it possible for only
single file traffic. The man who approached the door of the club was on
foot, and had left his car on another street. He was strolling along,
purpose evident on his face, but as yet not so immediate that he couldn't
pause to examine the neighborhood.
He wore black silk, elegantly suited in Armani, with polished leather on
his feet and an attitude that let passers by know that he was comfortable
inside his skin.
As he approached the door of the club, the denizens of the West Village
scurried or sauntered, going their own way, a soft machine with many moving
parts. Many of the people who passed him by had so many piercings about
their face and body that they would have set off an airport metal detector
from the parking lot. He smiled a little smirk that told the world that he
knew something they didn't.
A pasty looking night-dweller moved in on him, intent on lifting the wallet
that his appearance announced. He was about to go into his act, instilling
a little fear into his mark when he found himself suddenly sprawled on the
sidewalk, face down in the dirt, with Mr. Attitude's knee in his back.
"I'm going to walk away now. Come after me if you don't want to see the
sun rise." Flat, matter of fact, the voice rattled like death and the
vermin scrambled to his feet and ran as the man who had bested him
resumed
his walk without a backward glance.
The smile was back on his pleasant features once again. Full lips curled,
and the cockiest smirk imaginable lit up the face. Shrewd, grey-blue eyes
and a generous nose topped the smile, and his seductive lope as he moved
along caught more than one person's eye. One girl, too young and
innocent-looking to be in that part of town at that time of night stared at
him, transfixed. His smile broadened. He was here to play. He could feel
the weight of her stare travel the lines of his body, and chuckled softly
Walking up to her, the rhythm of his movements enticed and transfixed. She
smiled in answer, and he pushed her against the wall, saying nothing, but
stooping to kiss her hard, grinding his hips into hers as he did so.
She was surprised, but eager, returning his kiss with her own talented
mouth, curling her tongue around his and feeling the heat of him through
her white dress. The kiss lasted only moments, but when he drew away, an
even broader grin on his face now, she put out her hand to try and draw him
back.
"What's your name?" Her voice was low and gentle in the humming night.
"Come on... Don't go."
His hands were still at her hips, and he paused, a glint of mischief
showing in the intelligence of his face while his groin still leaned
against hers.
"Sorry, honey, I've got unfinished business in there." He jerked his head,
indicating the club. She lowered her lashes, peeping up at him through
them, a porcelain doll, frail and beautiful.
"Okay, beautiful, I can wait. Come on back when you're ready to finish the
job. I have a feeling it would be worth the wait."
He chuckled, leaning forwards to drop a kiss on her nose and then walked
away, raising one hand in farewell as he went.
Pausing outside for a moment, he brushed his clothes down and then headed
to the door. He smiled at the bouncer, and laughed inwardly as he read the
thoughts going through his head. He radiated 'easy mark' to the cynic.
The expression on the other man's face told that he wasn't just a seeming
chicken; It also told him that he was fucking gorgeous. He passed in.
Sauntering into the club, he took in the ambiance, such as it was. It was
smoky, and a little dilapidated. He could sense the ripple run around the
room as some of the patrons noticed and catalogued him. Fresh meat... He
was certainly fresh. The smile spread large once again. Taking his time,
he stepped to the bar and bought himself a drink, and then moved away to a
table where he sat, sipping his beer straight from the bottle.
He knew what a sensation he was causing, and something inside him flared,
making him feel sensual and alive. Looking around him, he finally saw what
he had come for.
The man in the corner, sitting with a number of associates, was gorgeous.
Dark hair against pale skin formed a palette upon which a pair of huge,
lustrous, brilliant eyes shone, fringed by the longest lashes he had ever
seen. Lips that were a perfect bow and an outrageous little nose with a
tilt at the end of it made up the face. Elfin ears laid flat against his
skull completed the delectable vision. The man wore black leather tight
against his well formed body, pants that clung like a second skin, and a
shirt that was slashed and laced at the front revealing pale flesh that the
watcher could trace down almost to his groin. Black leather gloves
completed the picture.
The man in black continued to stare, his gaze a palpable thing that
caressed... abraded even. After a minute or two of this scrutiny, the
leather-clad man stirred, looking around, and the newcomer dropped his
gaze, returning to the beer in his hand with a contemplative air.
The man in leather stood, a predatory smile on his face, and ambled over to
stand behind the newcomer.
"Okay, are you in distress, or just waiting? " The husky voice that he
remembered so well brushed over him, making the gooseflesh rise along his
arms. He gave a final secret smile to himself, before raising his eyes to
face Alex Krycek, schooled in the essence of surprise.
"What the...Where the hell did you come from?" His apparent bafflement
made Krycek smile.
"I could say the same for you, G-man." The smoky voice was calm and
insistent. Fox Mulder creased his forehead in irritation.
"You son of a bitch!" The epithet had almost a comforting quality about
it, and Krycek smiled again, putting a hand out to ruffle Mulder's short hair.
"Is that nice?" the grin became a leer as Krycek ran considering eyes over
Mulder.
"I've been waiting a long time to get my hands on you. I could kill you
now." The uncompromising reply was the signal for a murmur in the deep
reaches of the room.
"Oh, feed my ego, why don't you?" Krycek seemed calm enough, but there
was
tension around the room. Mulder could feel it, beating on him like surf.
" What do you want?" He raised challenging eyes to the man standing over
him, and his lip curled in a sneer.
"You really need to lighten up a little, Mulder, have a little fun." Krycek
was taunting now, watching for signs of discomfiture on the face of his
opponent.
"Don't make me repeat myself...what the hell do you want?" Mulder was
ebullient now, challenging him. Krycek laughed as he made a wide gesture
that encompassed the club and its patrons.
"My dear, sweet, baby Mulder, this is my place. What do YOU want?" the
words were accompanied by a lick of his lips, and a lascivious cataloging
of the man, his body and his attire. Mulder gave a snort of derision.
"I'm leaving before I do something to you I may regret later." He stood up,
placing his empty bottle down on the table, prior to walking away.
Krycek placed a hand on Mulder's shoulder and moved in close. Mulder's
head snapped to the side as the other man walked around him.
"I like this. I like it a lot. I think I'll keep him." There were
murmurs of satisfaction from the people clustered around the perimeter of
his vision. Mulder smiled coldly, picking Krycek's hand up and removing it
from his jacket, then dusting the spot with fastidious fingers.
"Like I said...I'm leaving. Pray we don't ever meet again in a less
crowded place Krycek...or I guarantee you life won't be safe." Alex Krycek
sneered.
"There's a slight problem there, you see I told you, this is my place. You
need my permission to get out of here." He seemed unconcerned, and Mulder
flushed a little.
"Your point would be...?" Mulder turned, and without a backward glance,
walked away. The mocking voice floated up from behind him.
" My point is that I think I'll keep you."
Mulder stopped, turning to face the leather-clad devil that was tormenting
him.
"I don't see that as one of your options." The smile hadn't yet left
Mulder's face, and it was Krycek's turn to flush as the other man defied
him. Turning to beckon behind him, Krycek called to two of the men he'd
been lounging with.
" Phil? Andrew? Stop him. Bring him here."
A pair of large men materialized from the smoky murk of the room and
seized
Mulder by the arms. Before he could maneuver into any kind of defensive
posture, Mulder found himself sandwiched between two large masses of
flesh.
Though he may have been able to handle one of the steroid twins, two would
prove a bit more difficult. Choosing instead to use his brain rather than
his brawn, which was in this situation a little unlikely to succeed, he
allowed the Neanderthals to lead him back—back to stand before Alex
Krycek.
" You don't need to mark him, boys, but bring him along." Krycek's mild
voice nevertheless cut through the noise that had erupted along with the
fight.
Mulder gave a low, rumbling growl. "Whadd'you think you're doin'?"
His nemesis smiled sweetly. "Think? I know what I'm doing." Mulder
didn't reply to that at all, merely giving Krycek a silent glare. " What
did you think you were doing when you came in here?"
"I didn't think I was gonna find you here...that's for sure." The retort
was low and the voice was deadly. Alex Krycek's face softened a little.
" What were you looking for, Fox?"
"Fox? Being a bit presumptive, aren't we, Alex?" Krycek flinched very
slightly before the smirk restored itself to his face.
"You know what? I think you need a lesson or two in the politics of this
place." The stirring of restless bodies around the room on hearing that
made Mulder quake a little.
" Ooohh...and you're going to teach me? What happened to safe, sane and
CONSENSUAL?" His voice dripped sarcasm, and Krycek stepped in close,
pressing himself up against the silk of Mulder's jacket, his breath puffing
against Mulder's lips. Mulder did not turn away, remaining there in
defiance of Krycek, who gradually began to smile, a wide, considering grin
that promised all kind of things.
"I could entertain that. Sure, since you ask so nicely." He leaned
forward briefly, brushing his mouth against Mulder's full lips as he did
so, an attempt to intimidate the other that failed as he stood, unflinching.
" Why doesn't it surprise me that you wouldn't follow the rules even in
this. Rat bastard!"
There was a collective gasp from the audience to this little drama, and
Alex looked around, obviously playing to the gallery as he taunted Mulder.
He turned to the two men who were restraining Mulder.
"Boys, he's a little warm. I think he needs to cool down." He jerked his
chin, indicating where he wanted them to take their captive, and then
stroked Mulder's face, making him glare. "Baby, baby, baby, I set the
rules here."
"And what are your rules?" Mulder growled, as the steroid brothers
tightened their grip. Krycek appeared to consider the question.
"My rules are simple. I do what I like, and so do you." He began to turn
away, stepping back away from Mulder.
"I would like to leave."
There was a muffled snort of laughter from Alex, which echoed itself around
the club. Alex turned back to the trio, watching in evident amusement as
they hustled Mulder over to the corner of the room.
" No. You have it all wrong. You do what I like, baby." He gestured to
the behemoths he controlled, indicating that the clothing should come off.
" That's it, boys. Let me see what he's hiding here."
" Fuck...no... I said no!" Mulder kicked out. "What do you want from me?"
As Mulder began to fight them off, there was a definite hush in the room.
Mulder, having tried, and failed to shake off the grip on his sleeves, now
began to fight in earnest as he attempted to break free. The larger of the
two men, a coffee-colored mountain of muscle, growled as Mulder's kick
landed on his shins, and applied a chokehold to him that made him begin to
lose consciousness. Through all of this, Alex Krycek's throaty growl
reached him, and still there was amusement in it.
" I think he needs holding, boys. Take him over to the wall, and get him
ready."
Mulder took a deep breath as his jacket was removed. " Afraid to take me
on yourself, you bastard?"
"I'll see you in a minute, Fox, I'll let you get yourself ready for me
first. Oh, and when I take you on, lover, you won't be calling me
afraid... " Alex nodded, and strolled off to the bar where Mulder could
hear him calling for a couple of beers and trading friendly insults with a
couple of the patrons.
"Come on, Alex...show me you're not the coward I think you are." Mulder's
voice cut through the smoke and activity in the bar, causing a silence that
was so complete that had anyone dropped a pin, odds are the entire room
would have heard it. Alex took his two beers and returned to stand in
front of his reluctant guest, surveying him gently as his shirt was removed
by his wardens.
"Hmm... Very nice, Fox, very nice indeed." Alex's eyes flicked down over
the taut stomach with its light furring of crisp curls. " What were you
expecting from this place? Didn't you come here to take a walk on the wild
side?"
"You never answered my question, why should I answer yours?" Mulder could
see that his slow strip, aided by Alex's two enforcers, was achieving an
effect on Krycek. The swelling at the front of his tight pants was very
evident, and the man himself was flushed, his eyes sparkling.
"W-what was the question, baby?" Krycek was obviously a little distracted
from their verbal sparring. The pair of goons had forced Mulder into a
straight backed chair, thrust his hands through the spokes, and were
lashing him to it with his own tie, a stunning Jerry Garcia confection of
grey, black and purple.
"You haven't fucked with me enough for one lifetime, Krycek...what is
this?" Mulder's mild voice rose again, and Alex licked his lips as he gazed
down at Mulder.
"What is what? You came to play, straight boy, and I'm going to show you
how. You'll love it, I promise." Mulder could see that Krycek was
breathing heavily. He smiled inwardly. The man wanted him. He could see
that.
"You really think I want to play with you? You're more delusional than I
thought" His contempt radiated through his voice and Alex's color
heightened yet again as he reached to put one finger beneath Mulder's chin,
turning his face up.
"You know what I think?" Alex spoke through gritted teeth. "I think you
have no choice. You're on my turf here, baby, and tied to a chair.
Whatcha gonna do?"
"I didn't think even you would stoop to taking someone against their
will...what's the matter, Alex, can't find a willing partner?" Scorn
poured thick from Mulder, and Krycek stepped back a minute before replying.
"If you weren't willing, you wouldn't be here, but I'll make a deal with
you. I won't touch you, unless you ask me to, okay?" His face was all
innocence as he spoke, but Mulder knew that the mockery was just below the
surface.
"Fine," Mulder replied, never letting his eyes waver from the sea of green
still inventorying his exposed body, "then you won't be touching me anytime
soon"
"Okay, if you're happy with that, we can begin." Alex sounded like a
child that had just pulled the wool over his mother's eyes.
Realizing his miscalculation, Mulder's eyes narrowed. "Begin what?" He
asked, though he wasn't sure he wanted to know.
Drawing one of his companions to his side, Alex placed a very careful hand
on his friend's shoulder. "Andy here is a master of his art. He uses pain
in some very innovative ways. You're gonna love it, Fox." And still the
innocent smile shone brightly.
Mulder's eyes seemed to shoot poison tipped darts. There was no way he
was
going to let anyone but Krycek lay a finger on him, so he used the only
weapon he had, Alex's ego. "You're going to let someone else hurt me, when
you could have the pleasure yourself? I knew you were a coward."
"Are you asking me to touch, G-man?" Victory! Or was it?
He'd gotten Alex's attention...now all he had to do was keep it. " Why do
you want to touch me? If I had some idea of what you wanted, maybe I would
give it to you willingly." His voice held just enough guile in it to keep
the enemy guessing.
The quirk of Alex's eyebrow was enough to reveal the desired effect had
been achieved. " Foxy, babe, this is a sex club," he explained as he
slithered up into his hostage's very personal space. His breath was hot on
Mulder's lips once again. "One way or another, you are going to come
screaming tonight. You can go for the rest, or you can choose the best.
You pick." And with a wink of his eye, he turned back to his audience.
Jackpot! It amazed Mulder how little credit Alex had given him when it
came to playing these games, but the error in judgment would soon become
crystal clear. "I'll tell you what...why don't we take this somewhere a
bit more private, and perhaps then you can convince me of your virtues.
Just you and me? Think you can handle that, tough guy?"
" I don't think so."
Alex's voice was flat, but even if no one else noticed, Mulder could see
the calculating thought going on behind his eyes, and knew that this
egomaniac's pride would take them where they needed to be.
"Why? Don't think you can keep me interested without the brute squad
around?"
"Want me to show you?" Alex sounded a little pissed off now as he realized
what the gist of Mulder's last speech was. "Okay, bring him." At that,
the large goons that Mulder thought of as Heckle and Jeckle stepped
forward, hoisting Mulder up, complete with chair to carry him after Alex.
" Where are we going?" Mulder felt precarious. He felt strange, and
wondered if he had gone too far, or if the plan he had come with would be
enough. Alex's mocking voice floated back to him, tickling the inside of
his ears and making him shiver in anticipation.
"You wanted to be alone with me, honey. There's a room in back you'll just
love." The roughnecks manhandled the chair through the doorway and set
him
down unceremoniously.
" Do tell." The words sounded relaxed. He grinned lazily up at the two
burly guardians.
"Just what you wanted, you and me alone. Of course, you'll be tied into
the chair, but you'll still come screaming."
Mulder's bland smile widened as he listened to Alex, and he relaxed back in
the chair, radiating a confidence he was far from feeling.
" You gonna tell Heckle and Jeckle to get lost?" Mulder indicated the two
apes that still remained in the room.
Krycek surveyed Mulder, bound into the chair by his own tie, and smiled
seraphically at him. "They'll go when you're sitting comfortably."
"A bit over-confident aren't we, Alex?" Mulder snorted. "So I'm
comfortable...now what?"
Alex stooped to Mulder's midriff, fingers busily working at catches,
buttons and zipper. "Now we get those snazzy pants off you."
"No romance...no foreplay...Alex, you disappoint me." The other man
shuddered visibly, and pulled his head back to study Mulder, as if trying
to divine the true meaning behind the last utterance.
"Fox, you're talking just a little much. There are things I could do."
Alex was sliding the silk of the bound man's trousers down as he spoke,
slipping the dark silk socks off Mulder's feet, leaving him in nothing.
Taking a moment to appreciate the firm, lean body, Alex stroked his hands
over it, before meeting his eyes with an intent look. "Gonna begin with
your toes. You have pretty feet. You know how hard it is to find guys
with nice looking feet?"
"Things? What sort of things?" Mulder ignored the compliment in favor of
seeking out the meaning of the threat.
"Got a ball gag...if you like." The pitch of his voice lowered at the rate
his body did until he was on his knees in front of his captive.
The laugh that found its way through Mulder's sneer dripped with the
disdain fueled by years of hatred. "You're a freak, Krycek."
Mulder was ignored. Alex was more intent on things other than the verbal
sparring that they had enjoyed thus far. The smile that stretched across
his face spoke of a single-minded determination. He was going to make Fox
Mulder come, and come, and come.
"So if I suck on your big toe...like this..." Krycek cooed as his tongue
swirled the bulb of the bare digit.
Fox gasped as he felt the heat and wet of a warm mouth on his toes. The
cracks in his façade of detached sarcasm were beginning to show, and he
tried once again to goad his tormentor. With a breathlessness that could
hardly be concealed, his words came out, "I thought you wanted to hear me
scream."
"Not straight away," came the reply between strokes of his tongue, "we'll
work up to that." Feeling the tension straining the prisoner's body, Alex
decided that one more level of cruelty seemed in order. He pulled away
slowly and, still on his knees, made his way to the table against the wall.
"There are a lot of pressure points in the feet, you know..." He returned to
his place before Mulder with a candle and box of matches in hand. Striking
a match, he allowed the light from the flame to illuminate the mischief in
his eyes before he lit the candle and blew out the match with a deliberate
pucker of his lips.
"Hot wax on the instep is good, like this..." he continued, even as the
melted wax dripped down onto Mulder's feet.
He was hard, he was hot, and he was restrained so that he couldn't do a
damned thing about either. The sharp feel of the hot wax connecting with
his skin was driving him wild, but using every bit of will power he had,
he'd be damned if he would let Krycek know the effect he was having. Yes,
the wax felt good in all the ways pain can, but being this close and not
being allowed to touch—that was making him lose control. "Alex...don't..."
the whisper escaped.
"Yes, the instep is nice..." Without any further warning, Krycek descended
once again on his mark's big toe. He sucked it in hungrily, grazing his
teeth across the rough skin at every opportunity, his tongue dancing around
the entire surface. It was then that all pretense of control flew out the
window. Mulder pulled against his restraints; he fought the tension
growing at the base of his balls.
"Ahhhh...fuck Alex...NO..." When Mulder's thrashing nearly knocked him
over,
Alex pulled back with a jerk and took firm hold of Mulder by the ankle.
"Yeah...the big toe goes straight to the dick, doesn't it?" Looking like a
cat at a saucer of cream, Alex continued to run his tongue along the lines
and curves of the appendage in his hands.
As if he didn't already have a very clear picture, Mulder watched as Alex
showed him the talents of his mouth.
Mulder thrashed again, pulling against the restraints that held him bound
to the chair. "NO. Nononono. Ahhhhhhh..." The man kneeling beside him
appeared not to notice as he screamed. "Please, Alex...you don't need
to... ALEX, PLEASE STOP!"
There was a brief pause as Krycek removed his mouth from Mulder's instep,
and fixed him with a grin that held barbs in it. "What? Don't you like my
attentions? It's way too soon to start screaming yet, lover." He laughed
shortly.
"At my feet is not where I want you." The soft tone that Mulder used was
the first intimation to Alex that things seemed to be changing. He knelt
up, and placed his hands on the captive's shoulders.
" Tell me what you want, Fox, and I'll give it to you." Mulder could see a
yearning in Alex Krycek's eyes, a need, thinly veiled, that found an answer
deep in Fox Mulder's gut, causing his cock to lurch as he matched stare for
stare with Krycek.
"Untie me." He spoke the words quietly, and with an unshakable certainty
that his tormentor would comply with his wishes.
" And then?" The hoarse whisper thrilled against Mulder's skin. Krycek's
face was almost pleasure enough right there. He could tell that he was
going to succeed in the task he had set himself.
Mulder, head bowed to disguise the small smile on his face, spoke equally
quietly. "And then touch me. I wasn't kidding before, Alex...if you
told me what you wanted from me, I might give it willingly"
There was a pause. Neither man made a move in the quiet of the room.
Krycek, on his knees before Mulder, gripped him by the shoulders. Mulder
remained, head down, avoiding Alex's gaze. Finally, Krycek sighed.
"Tell you what, Fox, I'm not so sure I trust you yet, but if you kiss me,
and make it good, I'll let you loose. Deal?" Mulder raised his head
slowly, and met Krycek's eyes at last.
"Yes." He breathed the word, and Krycek appeared for a moment not to have
heard. His face didn't change, but the flare of hope in his eyes was enough.
"Yes?" There was a hopeful look on Krycek's face that took Mulder's breath
away. It made him look young and green once more as the hard expression
he
habitually wore was subsumed. "Oh, god, Fox... "
Mulder waited, his eyes still boring down into Krycek's gaze, and slowly,
Krycek moved in, until their lips met, and they were kissing.
At first, the kiss was a delicate brushing of lip to lip, as Alex Krycek
sought to explore the full softness he was being offered. Mulder closed
his eyes, and allowed his lips to part under the gentle exploration. Cool
and firm changed to urgent as Alex pressed down, and then to nuclear as
Mulder's tongue stole in between Alex's teeth to discover its companion,
and play. When finally they drew back from each other, they were both
flushed and panting.
"God, your lips are so fucking soft... " Krycek was leaning forward, and
he seemed to be entranced. Mulder gave a groan, and writhed in his chair,
a picture of bound sensuality.
"More... I want more." His whisper reached Alex, affecting him an
immediately obvious way. Krycek gulped.
"Okay, okay, hold it just a minute... there..." Shaking hands struggled
Mulder's wrists loose of the tie. "I keep my word, see?" He started
forward to claim Mulder's mouth again.
"Not like this." Mulder pulled away, placing a newly released palm square
in the center of Krycek's chest. "Don't you want to know that I want this
too?" Mulder didn't move, waiting for the response that he could now see
was inevitable. Alex reared back, a furrow creasing his nose as he frowned.
"D-do you? Tell me what you want." It seemed that the vying for alpha
male had ceased. Alex waited, eyes lowered, lashes that seemed impossibly
heavy weighting down his lids.
"I want to stop fighting... fighting you...fighting myself...fighting every
time I think about you." The confession brought Alex's heated gaze back to
Mulder's face as the portent of the words went home. Mulder smiled a very
little smile, and lifted his arms, turning his palms out as though he were
begging. "Touch me?"
"Christ, I want you. I've wanted you since I first saw you. Thought you
hated me." Alex still seemed frozen, rooted to the spot as though held
captive by some otherworldly force.
"I do...but I don't want to..." Mulder's smile was wider, and he licked his
lips, pink tongue glossy on the fullness of that lower lip that Alex wanted
so badly to taste. Alex was still transfixed.
"Tell me where you want me to touch you. What do you want me to do? "
Mulder, eyes closed and head flung back, was awaiting Alex's hands on him
following his plea.
"Why won't you touch me?" It was almost a whine. Alex shook himself,
putting out a single finger to touch the other man's cheek gently.
"I will, baby, where do you want me to touch?"
Mulder opened his eyes again, catching Alex's hand to draw fingers into his
mouth as he moved in closer.
"Taste me...anywhere you want...I just want to feel your mouth on me." The
voice was a thread. It was more a sigh than words, and Alex caught him up
then, pulling him close and kissing the softness of Mulder's mouth, while
Mulder ran seeking fingers over whatever skin he could reach as he pressed
his groin in and found that hardness was answered by hardness. Kiss
followed kiss, until they were so tight together there seemed no possible
way to part them.
"Oh, baby," Alex had broken the kiss at last to trail his mouth down to
Mulder's throat. "I need you." And the need in his voice could be felt
like a palpable entity, running desperate fingers down to caress his cock
and make him gasp.
"Hold me...I want to feel you everywhere." And as if his body wanted to
prove its point, he arched into the touch of the assassin.
His wanton writhing had a galvanic effect on Alex, who was shaking with
need now. "We need to take it to the bed, this chair has only just so much
use... " Again, Alex clutched at the lean body of the other man,
overwhelmed at the very thought of finally possessing him after so many
years of fighting.
The need racked Alex's body, forcing him to fight for control. Now Fox
knew the game was won. He reached out a gentle hand and dragged his
fingertips down Alex's tension-torn back. "Be patient, love...you'll get
what you need." Both hands stroked the soft skin of Alex's back and
shoulders before coming to rest on either side of his neck. Mulder circled
the pads of his thumbs along his lover's jawline, "Take me there, Alex."
Krycek took Mulder's two hands in his, pulling him up to his feet. As he
steered Fox towards the bed that stood in the corner of the room, he was
whispering throatily, "I want to touch you everywhere." Sitting Mulder
down, he slowly sank to his knees in front of him, and pulled the two hands
to him so that they cupped his face.
Mulder couldn't keep his hands still if he tried. He petted his lover over
and over...running his fingers through thick, dark hair and stroking the
beautiful lines of the body he was being offered. Softly, he touched the
curve of Alex's cheek, "You can have what you want, Alex...make me forget?"
Krycek moaned deep in his throat, and took the other man's swollen cock in
his hand, flicking the top with his tongue, bathing it with his saliva as
he worked his way around the sensitive crown. Listening as Mulder's breath
shortened, waiting for some unknown signal, he suddenly dropped his head,
engulfing the length of the stiff cock in his mouth, to a gasp of surprise
from his victim.
Mulder's response was instantaneous. His body bowed, thrusting his cock
farther and deeper down Alex's throat. Just as quickly he recovered
himself. Grabbing a handful of Krycek hair, he ruthlessly pulled back,
forcing Alex to slow his ministrations, but not cease them all together.
"Go slow, baby...easy..."
"Easy?" The voice was muffled as Alex fed on his lover, avid mouth sucking
and licking. "It's going to take all night, love." His fingers crept to
stroke the soft skin of the inside of Mulder's thighs as he sucked.
Mulder watched as his stone hard shaft sank into Alex's mouth over and over
again. The hand still resting on his lover's head gripped and released the
soft hair in time with the thrusts of his hips.
"You like it? You like how I feel in your mouth?" He knew the answer, but
to hear Alex Krycek admit this of all things was almost as arousing as
actually feeling him do it—almost.
Krycek, intent on his actions, ran his hand over Mulder's thigh, his mouth
nuzzling deep in Mulder's groin as the other man's erection hit the back of
his throat, and he swallowed convulsively. Shaking his head from side to
side in little worrying movements, he growled.
"You taste so good, baby. So good."
Alex could feel the bubbling of fluid inside the length of Mulder's cock,
and knew that he was there, right there. He chuckled, and slowly released
the red and throbbing penis to bob in the cool of the room. Cupping it
loosely in his hand, he blew over the head, and smirked up at Mulder, and
Mulder couldn't help the smile he beamed back in reply.
"You gonna tease me or suck me?" he asked with humor.
Alex laughed out loud at that. He blew once more, and then looked
flirtatiously up at Mulder.
"Both, baby. Don't be so hasty. Told you, you're gonna come screaming."
His hand dug into Mulder's buttocks, and suddenly the heat of his mouth
surrounded Mulder once more as Alex took him all the way, sucking like a
wild thing.
"Yeah, I'll scream for you, baby. But I guarantee I'll hear my name coming
loud and clear from you to." He continued the rocking of his hips, fucking
the pretty, hot little mouth in front of him. "Christ, Alex...so
good...baby, that's sooo good."
Again, Alex pulled his mouth away from Mulder's cock, the thought of this
man in his arms too much for him. He knelt on the bed, and took hold of
Mulder, kissing his mouth hard as he shivered with passion.
"Oh, fuck...lie down here, I want to feel you against me." Stretching
Mulder out, he lay down beside him, holding onto Mulder's hip to still the
involuntary jerks he was making. "No...You can't come yet... No."
But there was no way what had started was going to be stopped so easily.
He allowed Alex to pin him down for a moment, but managed still to slide
body against body. As Alex began to relax, he felt his lover slip his arms
around his shoulders and entwine their legs together. Before he had a
chance to respond to the evil smirk that had erupted on Fox's face, he was
on his back covered by a Mulder blanket.
He gasped out loud as Mulder began to grind knowing hips against his groin.
Then, with the look of a demon at work, Mulder spoke again.
"I thought you might like this position a little better." His voice was
low and dark, and suddenly Alex knew that his rules had been changed.
Nothing but whimpers and moans could be heard from the form pinned to the
bed. He arched up to Mulder, seeking more and more contact, but cock to
cock Mulder pushed down hard to keep him still.
"Jeez...your tongue... kiss me again, Fox, please." Mulder couldn't find
it in his heart to refuse a request made with such desperation. He
allowed his tongue to travel the length of Alex's throat, and followed the
line all the way up to the little dip behind his ear. Nibbling there until
the whimpers became begging, Mulder finally obliged and slammed his mouth
against the one pleading for more of his touch. He kissed him hard and
long, and when they finally broke, there was no question left about who was
in control.
Alex gasped at the sensation of Mulder's body sliding over his. The slip
and glide of warm skin as the other man squirmed and undulated against him,
felt almost too good.
"I've told you how I want you to come, Alex...but you haven't told me how
you want to make me come. Come on, baby...tell me what you want to do for
me."
Alex reached up his head and rested his lips against the soft skin of
Mulder's neck. The smell of him—the feel of him—there was no way to
resist sucking the tender skin into his mouth and sucking on it.
He bit down hard as his body began to writhe in earnest, bucking his hips
up against the hardness that pressed against him, and eventually, Alex got
the response he was seeking.
"Oh God! Yes!" The body on top of him began to retaliate. Mulder ran his
hands in small circles along the curve of his new pet's hips.
Alex was stretched out below Mulder, wide open, begging to be taken, dying
to be used in a way that he had never experienced before. He had always
wanted Mulder, thought that maybe he loved him, but it was only at this
minute, strangely divorced from reality, that he knew he could surrender
completely to him, and that he trusted him as he had never trusted another.
"I...I want you to bite me...I really need you to hurt me." His soft voice
cut the air, turning the room still and making Mulder pause in his attack
on Alex's soft skin, causing him to pull back far enough to see the
expression In Alex's eyes.
He smiled and snaked his hand down between the hard-pressed bodies until
his fingers began to graze again and again over the sensitive skin covering
Alex's balls. Gently his hand began to tighten around the fragile sack—squeezing and releasing, setting the pace as he began his descent down the
planes of Alex Krycek's chest.
"There are many forms of pain, sweetheart," he said softly, "it hurts so
much more when you're tortured with pleasure."
"Ah, God, Fox, I know." Alex yelped as his lover went to work on him in
earnest. Mulder's teeth sank into the flesh of Alex's belly, nipping as
his tongue teased. His fingers pressed into the crack of Alex's behind,
seeking to manipulate the sensitive skin of his anus. "Oh, baby, Do it to
me... " The voice trailed off into a kind of sob as Alex felt Mulder pull
back.
The look in Mulder's eyes had become almost feral, like an animal that
hadn't eaten in days. He looked down at the form of his lover like a meal
waiting to be devoured.
"Do what, Alex?" The snarl in his voice was a perfect companion to the
glint in his eyes. "You have to tell me exactly what you want before I'll
consider giving it you." With that said, Mulder went back to simply
hovering at the other man's navel, licking and nibbling, until his command
was obeyed.
Krycek groaned, and lifted his sweat slick head to gaze at Mulder through
cloudy, passion filled eyes. "Suck me, love, please... need your mouth,"
he gasped out, and arched up, biting his lower lip with white teeth.
It was time to reward good behavior. Mulder tucked his head the small
remaining distance until his mouth was but a breath away from Alex's
engorged member. Quickly, with deliberate strokes, his tongue darted out
and swiped several times at the head until all traces of the bitter fluid
that had pooled at the top were gone. The moans from above keeping him
motivated, he continued the sweet torment by running the very tip of his
tongue up one side of his victim's cock and then back down the other. When
he reached the base once more, he pulled away with a smile. "Is that what
you wanted?"
The loss of sensation just as he was starting to get into it made Alex
whimper and wriggle. He looked up at Mulder, who was grinning down at him
with a voracious expression on his face, hoping for mercy. There was none.
After a minute or two, he gave in.
"More, I need more, Fox, oh please..." His hoarse whisper made Mulder's
smile more expansive than ever. He took his mouth away from Alex's cock
and began to nibble on the rest of his body, finally settling to chew on
the piece of skin that covered Alex's pelvic bone, marking him. Alex was
quivering now, wanting more, so much more.
"Touch me, Fox, I need..." As he spoke, Mulder dove to run the tip of his
tongue along the outline of the sack containing Alex's now tight,
velveteen-covered balls, and Alex's cock began to twitch in earnest,
moisture leaking from it as it bobbed.
Alex threaded desperate fingers through Mulder's hair and pushed his head
toward his groin, barely resisting the need to tear at his hair and drive
himself home inside the lush mouth that was hanging over him, only a
heartbeat away. His forbearance was rewarded.
Mulder's mouth came down on Krycek's cock just as he was sure he was going
to explode. Mulder swallowed him down to the root, working his throat
around the hard length of it, stroking his balls gently the whole time
Krycek screamed, thrusting up with his hips as the slippery wetness
enveloped him.
"Fox? Please..." It was the barest breath of a whimper.
Begging, it seemed, had become the mode by which torture was exponentially
multiplied. With each plea and sob, Mulder took him in just a little bit
deeper and sucked him just a little bit harder. He began to moan around
the shaft in his mouth. And just as Alex started to thrust into the silken
heat of his mouth, Mulder pulled away completely effectively removing all
bodily contact.
Alex was beside himself. He struggled to raise himself on one elbow, but
fell back as Fox pushed him back, chuckling as he did so. The words, when
they came, torn in desperation from Alex's lips, were direct.
"No, Fox, I need you to ... Fuck me."
Where there should have been surprise, there was only triumph; triumph that
showed on the face of the newly formed predator. Mulder leered directly
into Krycek's eyes, and for a moment luxuriated in the joy of possession.
Still he needed for this to be true. He needed to know for certain.
"I need you to be sure. Tell me that's what you want."
Krycek by this time was virtually incoherent. He was prepared to give
Mulder anything. He would have given up his very soul at that moment, just
to keep what he had found, and to achieve the desire he had cherished
through every incarnation he had had since the day he first had come face
to face with Fox Mulder. He sifted through the few coherent thoughts he
had remaining to him.
"Fuck me, I need you to. I've always wanted you. Please, baby?" And
Mulder knew as he looked down on this man he had reduced to begging, that
he meant every word.
He nodded his acceptance of the answer given, and his face softened as he
smiled once again. "Thank you, Alex...will you do just one more thing for
me first?" Though the softness in his eyes spoke of affection, there was
still a subtle growl hidden deep in his voice.
Krycek, chest heaving, looked at Mulder, his eyes finally showing the love
he had hidden for the last years. He felt the nuances of the New Year, a
new millennium, a new way of life swirling around him. For a moment his
lips worked, and no sound was heard, and then at last, torn from his mouth
in shreds that mingled love and complete acceptance, he made his decision,
spoke his words.
"Anything. What do you need?" His eyes were huge, and they showed no color
as he waited for Mulder to tell him what sacrifice he might have to make to
attain his desire.
Mulder reached down behind his lover's balls to his perineum and began
gently to stroke his prostate from the outside. He watched as Alex bucked
himself down onto his hand, and in a soft, undemanding tone that still left
no room for argument, he made his request. "Tell me that from now on,
you're mine."
Krycek's fingers were scrabbling around Mulder's neck as he tried to pull
him down to his mouth, and he stroked whatever he could reach of the man
who leaned over him. He gasped again as the import of Fox's words finally
sank in to his consciousness.
"Yours, oh, god, if you want me, yeah." He tried to pull Mulder down to
taste his lips, but still the other man held off.
Mulder sat back on his haunches. He would only allow that one place of
contact; that one spot that drove Alex wild. With a steady, determined
rhythm, he stroked Alex over and over again.
"No. I mean MINE. You're mine to do with, as I want. Tell me, Alex. You
belong to me. Say it!" He coaxed repeatedly, trying to get an answer from
a man who at the moment couldn't even remember his own name.
There was a low, continued moaning sound now. Alex was so far gone that it
took him forever to process the words, to realize that his agony was not
yet over. He gulped.
"Fox, I'm yours." It was almost a scream. He thrust his hips again,
needing the contact he was being denied. A thought occurred to him,
surfacing through waves of desire to float on the surface of his mind.
"Are you mine?"
With the answer given, he pushed hard down on Alex's sweet spot, and with
his thumb he began to tease the opening to Alex's body.
"Yours? Not yet," he replied with a sly grin, "...but I will be. I just
need to own you first...are you willing?"
Krycek was ready to tear out his own liver at this point. He wanted Mulder
so badly that it hurt, and Mulder was so close. He'd dreamed of this for
what seemed like forever. He wanted Mulder, dammit. He needed Mulder. He
tried again to make his nemesis and lover say what he wanted.
"Tell me you're mine." Mulder snickered softly, dipping a thumb in and out
of Alex's ass, retreating each time he felt Alex buck. Alex groaned. "Do
it. Please, "do it."
Licking with the flat of his tongue, Mulder traveled Alex's body from the
base of his balls to the tip of his dick and then upwards over each and
every rib. "Who owns you, Alex? Show me you trust me."
He was beside himself. His nails dug into the skin of Mulder's back,
drawing blood as he tried with all his strength to get what he needed, what
he had been promised.
"Ahhhhhhhh.... fuck, Alex...tell me and I'll fuck you all you want.," he
promised, the sweet pain as the blood trickled down his back bringing him
to the edge of orgasm.
"Christ, Fox, I'm yours. I'm just yours, only yours. The lube's under the
pillow, hurry, Fox, hurry and do it..." Alex's words were suddenly
swallowed as Mulder finally took his mouth, kissing him breathless as he
reached his arm up.
He withdrew the small tube from its hiding place and opened it, squeezing
out a hefty dollop. He coated his fingers and slid one in up to the first
knuckle. He twitched his finger back and forth giving Alex just a hint of
what was to come.
"Tell me again, Alex...who owns you?"
"You do, Fox." His voice was harsh. He twisted and bucked his hips,
throwing his head back, exposing his throat. "I'm yours now." Mulder's
finger ceased its teasing in favor of entering Alex in one smooth motion.
Alex shot his hips forward wanting more of the man who would only allow
himself to be enjoyed a piece at a time.
Mulder descended on his throat, biting and sucking, marking him all over
again, the whole time never ceasing his assault on the tightness at his hand.
Lifting up his knees, Alex wrapped long legs around Mulder, offering
himself to the teasing, probing fingers. Mulder began to scissor his
fingers as he worked on stretching the tight slickness of the channel he
wanted so badly to plunge himself into. As he felt the strong muscle begin
to loosen into compliance, ready, he pulled his fingers out, lubing up his
cock as fast as he could. Gazing down on his trembling victim, he brushed
kisses the length of the offered throat.
"You ready for me, baby?"
In answer, Alex's hand grabbed a handful of Mulder's hair, and pulled him
round so that he could kiss and lap at the mouth that had asked him the
silliest question in the world.
Before he had a chance to answer further, Alex felt the burning fire of
Mulder's hard and ready cock ram its way inside his body and stop. He felt
Mulder lean down, hot skin stretched across his body, and then moist, warm
breath caressing his ear.
" We're going to do this nice and slow."
As he heard the words, Krycek moaned. "But I'm so ready. Do me. Oh,
Godogod."
Mulder remained still for a minute more, then his hips began to move in
small, slow, deliberate circles. As he moved, his mouth was busy, kissing
and nibbling on Alex's neck. Alex was wrapped around Mulder as they moved
together.'
" Slow, yes..." The words emerged staccato as Alex panted fiercely.
"P-push in deep, baby. Need you deep inside." Reaching down, he grabbed
hold of Mulder's butt cheeks and pulled him in as far as he could,
desperate for Mulder to invade him.
Mulder's back arched into a bow and he felt the pull. He bucked hard, his
cock thrusting deep. As he heard the painfully uttered words from his
lover he grabbed Alex's legs from around his waist and threw them over his
shoulders so that he could control the angle at which he was thrusting. He
knew that he had attacked the right spot when he felt, rather than heard
the other man cry out. Seconds later, Krycek had sought out his shoulder
and was biting him, hard. There was nothing of tenderness there. He was
growling.
Mulder grabbed hold of Alex's hips and began to ram into him, pulling out
almost all the way and then sinking back as he pulled on the hips below his
hand, and twisted his own, supple and snake-like. Heat, rippling and
silken, sucked on him as he withdrew, and parted for him, clinging as he
thrust forward. Groaning, Alex reached up to twist and pull at Mulder's
nipples.
Uttering a quickly choked-off curse, Mulder grabbed Alex's wrist and pinned
his arm above his head, holding it against the younger man's protests.
"I said this was going to be slow, and I meant it. Leave your hand right
there. Don't move." He rained fast kisses over Alex's face, captivated by
the sheer beauty of the man he had under his control.
Krycek was panting like a winded racehorse, totally unable to speak. All
he could do was nod, and push with his hips, wordlessly begging for more.
Mulder reached down and ran his thumb across the head of Alex's stone hard
cock with a vaguely considering air about him. Alex groaned again, and
Mulder directed a smile at him, as he appeared to ponder.
"Do you want me to touch you?"
"God, yes, please touch me." The whisper came back as Alex panted. Almost
there now, he could barely think straight.
Mulder pulled his cock out almost to the head and then rammed it back in as
he continued, "Answer me! Do you want me to touch you?"
"TOUCH ME GODAMMIT! I need you." Krycek's howl was a shock. Mulder
wrapped his hand around Alex's slippery cock, beginning to stroke him
softly, barely a whisper touch. Krycek was crying out now almost
constantly, and his pleas were mingled with words of endearment.
" Harder, please, harder..." The plea led to a little more pressure, a
little faster movement in his ass as he was fucked slowly but surely into
the mattress.
Alex's cries of need rang out as Mulder stroked harder.
"Give it to me, please." His voice was strained. He was so close. "I need
to see you."
"See me what, baby? What do you want to see?"
"Please... I want you to look into my eyes as you come." It was obvious
that Mulder was close too. Alex wanted to hold him, touch him, anything,
but had been told to leave his hand above his head. "I need to move my
arm. Let me touch you."
"Next time, baby...right now, I'm gonna make you scream." Faster and
harder, Fox was stroking the pulsing piece of flesh in his hands. As if
moving to the beat of an unheard tune, his hips had taken on a rotation
that ensured Alex would feel every last inch of him anew with each thrust.
Alex could feel it building inside him, snaking around his spine as the
pleasure built and built. He had wanted this for so long that he was
almost fainting now. As the sweet sensations built, he gritted out in a
strained and husky voice, "Fuck me, Fox. It's too good."
As if on command, the smooth rotation of Fox's hips turned into the
pounding of a jackhammer. Over and over he slammed into his prey and drew
from him shrieks of pleasure that seemed to echo for an eternity.
"That's it, baby...let it go...come on..." he prodded. "Come for me...come
for me now."
Shivery and delicate, the first bursting joy that was total meltdown
threaded it's way along Alex's spine, starting deep inside him as Mulder's
relentless thrusting spun it loose. Too late to stop it now, he hung onto
his lover, trying to stay with him as he squirmed under him, thrashing his
head from side to side.
But through the fog of sensation clouding his brain, Mulder's voice was
clear, "It's starting to build, sweetheart...come with me... now!" And with
a simultaneous shout from both sets of kiss-swollen lips, they reached a
climax that neither one had believed possible.
Alex could feel the pulsing essence flowing through him. He no longer had
an identity. Everything was light and color as he gasped out his orgasm
against Mulder's neck. His balls clenched, and he was helpless against the
shimmering, tickling pleasure that flooded him. Mouth moving with
difficulty against his lover, he could no longer hold back.
"Fox...Fox, I love you."
For Fox, there was only one sensation left...the feeling of Alex
contracting around him—milking him of more than just his cum.
"yes! Oh god, yes! " He wailed as wave after wave passed through him
washing away the years of hate and resentment and leaving behind nothing
but the love that had brought him here in the first place.
" Are you in there, Fox? Look at me. I want to see you." Mulder had
collapsed on Alex's chest, and was lying gasping as he recovered from the
exertion of the past few minutes. "Fox, I need... I can't keep still any
more. I have to put my arm around you."
As Alex moved into position to wrap his arm around the man on top of him,
Mulder snuggled deeper into the curve his neck.
" Yes, love...I'm here. Just let me recoup a minute." He snuggled, he
cuddled, and he rubbed his bare form against the length of his lover one
last time. Alex's mouth traveled over the salty dampness of Fox's skin,
mouthing it, kissing and licking as he explored all aspects of his new
lover. Gently, his tongue poked out to sample the sweat that glistened on
the angle of Fox's jaw.
"Oh, God, my baby, I love you."
Alex began to cramp up, folded in two as he still was. He wriggled a
little as he held Mulder, and Mulder realized that he was still pressing
him down. He rolled to one side, allowing Alex to stretch his stiff hips
and work the kinks out of his spine. Then he gathered Alex up against him.
Mulder wrapped himself around the still figure, which had molded itself
against his outline, and the two of then drifted in the contentment they
had found in each other.
"I have a confession to make, " Mulder said with a hint of trepidation.
He felt a little moisture on his shoulder, and peered down to see Alex's
eyes shining suspiciously brightly. "I'm so happy. I never, ever thought
that we'd be able to overcome all the barriers between us."
"Shhh, it's okay, sweetheart," Mulder said, pressing a kiss into the soft,
damp hair," Just listen to me. I knew you were here when I walked through
the door tonight" He pulled back just a bit, awaiting whatever reaction the
chameleon in his arms might produce.
There was a pause. Alex stiffened, and Mulder's heart sank, thinking that
it was all going to be over, and that he had just finished the relationship
just as it had barely started. He tensed, expecting the worst. Alex's
face was a study in the impassive. There was no emotion to be seen. His
eyes, green, cat-slits, shone.
Mulder waited.
"You did?" Alex moved in close to kiss Mulder's ear, snuggling close.
A nervous smile curled the pout on Mulder's lips,
"You've kind of built a reputation for yourself in these circles...you
weren't that hard to find." Once again he waited to see what the tempest
would bring.
Alex took his time, but appeared to be reasonably calm about the whole
idea, much to Mulder's relief.
"Why did you come?" The question was a breathy whisper, and Alex didn't
seem to be that concerned with the answer, as he nuzzled, nipping along the
skin of Fox's shoulder, stroking his back as he held him.
" I told you before...I was tired of fighting, but I knew that if I just
came in and wanted to top you without some kind of sleight of hand, you'd
never believe it."
Krycek laughed out loud. "I don't believe it now." Mulder smiled at him,
a little ruefully.
He ran his fingertips along the curve of Alex's shoulder. "What don't you
believe, love...that I've wanted you for a very long time, or that I
finally wised up and did something about it?"
Alex stirred in his arms, finally rolling with the other man so that he lay
on top, turning his face to look at him. "I love you, Fox. I... I just
don't believe that you could possibly care for me. We've done so much to
each other."
With the dark soft hair of his lover pressed to his chest, it was hard not
to simply melt into the gentle beating of the heart laid above his.
"Are you sure about that?" Mulder pushed back on Krycek's shoulders. He
wanted to watch his eyes when he gave the love of his life a way off the
hook. "I won't hold you to what you said before. I know it's a little
hard not to make promises when you're about to get fucked."
Alex, sphinx-like, gave Mulder a level stare. "Are you sure you mean that?
Are you certain that it's not a cop out for you? Now you've left your
mark on me, you don't just want to fade out into the sunset? I've wanted
this for so long, I feel as if I could belong to you forever, body and soul."
Mulder took the timid face of Alex Krycek in his hands and held it there
fast. He looked into an abyss of turbulent green that reminded him of a
ship searching for a safe harbor. With all the love in his heart, he ask,
"Who do you belong to, Alex?"
Alex leaned down to crush his mouth against Mulder's. "It's you I want. I
told you before. Try and get rid of me, that's all."
With a smile that stretched from ear to ear Mulder pressed his lips to the
soft, pliant, waiting mouth of his lover. His tongue probed deep in the
cavern, searching and exploring, claiming his territory once more. When
their lips parted, the tingle in it's wake left Alex feeling nothing less
than thoroughly kissed.
Krycek's body strained against the lithe frame of muscle beneath him, and a
wicked grin sprang to his face, "Wanna go again?" he asked with a waggle of
his eyebrows
For the first time that night, Mulder laughed with some heart. He asked
incredulously, "Ready again? I don't know if I'm going to be able to keep
up with you, Junior." A ruffle of Alex's hair, and their roles were
complete. "Why don't you hold that thought until we get home?"
Alex smirked, pausing for a minute to bask in the new sensation of being
loved by the man he had wanted for years, and thought hated him.
He snickered a little, tracing Mulder's generous profile with his lips.
"It's okay, Fox, I'm just now getting to grips with the idea that you might
care for me too... " He gulped. "Did you say 'home?'"
"I wouldn't have come for you if I didn't care...I love you, too." He
kissed the nose attached to the stunned face above him, and laughed in
triumph.
"Ohh..."Alex responded with confusion, trying to adjust to the new concept
that he was desired where once he had believed himself despised. Thoughts
chased each other across his face, and soon his face was bright with hope.
Mulder gently pushed off the covering of heated flesh, and made his way to
the edge of the bed. He stood and crossed the room to where parts of his
clothing were left in a heap and began to dress. As he finished zipping
his pants, he looked again to the still naked man on the bed. "You don't
honestly think I would leave my most treasured possession someplace like
this do you?" he asked with a smile. "You're mine now...nobody else gets
to enjoy what's mine."
Alex leapt from the bed and gathered his clothes as quickly as he could.
Soon the pair was traveling through the club, retrieving the bits of Fox's
attire that had been left behind.
Nobody spoke to the two men, who seemed to move as if in a dream. The
crowds parted for them, and together the two of them sauntered out of the
club.
The chilly air buzzed and hummed with the sounds of revelry, and as the two
left the club, a sound rose around them as the world turned over and began
the new century. Fireworks sparkled overhead and Mulder turned to the man
who was walking beside him, and cupped his chin, mouth grazing mouth softly
before they resumed their progress. Then a shriek from thousands of
voices
announced the New Year, and the two of them quickened their pace.
They walked away from the club, into a life that was new and full of
challenge, two men who obviously belonged together. They walked as close
together as possible without actually touching, and there was an aura about
them that warned people off them as they went. Heads high, they left the
Village to find their future.
First Night
by Dr Ruthless and Niffusa
It was cold outside, he could see his breath, but still he wore no coat.
Tonight there was no need to be weighed down with anything but the task at
hand. People were clutching one another, the revelers were in the streets,
but he was alone in every sense of the word. In some ways he had always
been alone. There were party hats and noisemakers, and the smell of
alcohol hung in the air, sweet and cloying.
