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Part VI
They made their way down the dock, various other ships loading and unloading
cargo. When they had made their way through the cartons and crates, they found
themselves at a street with a church on the corner. Alex stopped under a
streetlight and got a piece of paper out of his bag. This had directions and a
map on it.
"We turn right and walk down this street two kilometres until we get to a
square. We meet our contact at a café called El Matador. That should not be
hard, hmmm?" He looked at Mulder who had an uncertain look on his face.
"Hey," Alex grabbed Mulder's hand and squeezed it for a second before
letting go. "We are free. We have just begun a new life, don't be sad."
Mulder took a deep breath and smiled as cheerfully as he could back at Alex.
He didn't feel right, something was wrong. Still, he walked alongside Alex,
down the street to the square. People passed by them, enjoying a walk; couples
in love, basking in the night air. Mulder's head turned this way and that, his
heart racing. He was waiting for someone to stop them, to arrest them for
escaping.
Alex looked at his lover, noticing his distress. "Fox, are you well?"
Mulder smiled weakly. I don't know where I am. This place is so
different, so foreign. What if the Nazis followed us here? What if the
Americans find me and arrest me for being a traitor? Mulder's breathing
began to quicken, and sweat formed on his brow.
Alex recognized his lover's anxiety, and led Mulder over to a bench situated
off the street. They sat down, and Alex took Mulder's hands in his and turned
to face him.
"Fox. Fox, look at me."
Mulder gulped a breath and looked into his lover's eyes. The light from the
streetlamps made them shine in the semi-darkness. He wanted to go back to
their house in Germany; things were good there; they should have never escaped,
they would have been safe; he was sure of that.
"Fox, I want you to calm down."
Mulder gulped air in again, beginning to hyperventilate.
Alex squeezed Mulder's hands and spoke calmly. "Fox, relax. If you don't
relax, you are going to pass out." Alex was shocked at Mulder's reaction,
though he hid it well. He'd known that he'd totally broken Mulder's confidence
as he had done to so many others over the years that he was in charge of the
prison, but this was the first time he had to face the results of his actions.
The fact that it was the man he loved falling apart just from walking down a
public street only made it harder for him.
Mulder nodded his head, and tried in vain to keep his breathing under
control. He concentrated on his breaths, making them deeper and lasting
longer.
"Good, good. Now close your eyes."
Mulder whimpered in panic and shook his head.
"Close your eyes, I won't let go of you." Mulder still hesitated,
terrified, and Alex whispered, "Trust me."
Mulder closed his eyes, but his breathing was still quick. He clenched
Alex's hands in his own, squeezing them so hard that they hurt.
"I want you to imagine a place. A place where only you can go to be safe."
"C-c-can you be there too?"
"No. This is just your place. You can go there, and nothing will hurt you."
Alex had to struggle to keep his voice from breaking when Mulder's question
showed that despite everything he associated safety with him. He vowed to undo
what he had done and only prayed that Mulder would be able to forgive him. He
tried not to think about the possibility that a strong, healthy Mulder might
not want anything to do with him.
Mulder's breathing slowly started to ease.
"Now. You are in your place, your safe place. Do you like it, Fox? Is it a
nice place?"
"Yes. It's...it's warm and it feels good."
"Good. Now, I want you to slow your breathing and relax. Can you do that
for me, Fox?"
"Yes. I think I can." Mulder concentrated on breathing slowly in his safe
place. This was good. After a few minutes, he started to release the
deathgrip he had on Alex's hands.
"Relax, Fox. Relax your head, your neck, your shoulders. That's it. Feel
yourself relaxing. Your lungs are opening up, taking large, healthy breaths of
air, your back muscles are unwinding. Good, that's my Fox. Nothing is going to
hurt you. We are safe now, no one is going to harm you."
Mulder opened his eyes and looked at his lover. "Do you promise?"
"I promise." He squeezed Mulder's hands again before getting out his
handkerchief and wiping Mulder's face of sweat. He had never counted on this,
on Mulder being so afraid. He would have to work on that later.
"I'm...I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. We were walking down the
street, and then I just started feeling funny."
"It's to be expected, Fox. You have not been out in the world for some
time." Alex pushed a lock of hair back that had fallen forward onto Mulder's
forehead, pressing a quick kiss against the skin. "Do you think you can
continue? We do not have far to go. When we get to the café, we will have
some wine, hmmm?"
Mulder nodded, the sweat on his body starting to dry in the night breeze.
Slowly, they stood and continued their journey down the street. A few minutes
later, they reached the square and the café. They sat down, and a waiter came
over to their table. Alex ordered for them in flawless Spanish. Mulder looked
at his lover in awe; this man's talents never ceased to amaze him.
Alex fumbled for a cigarette, then offered one to Mulder.
"No thanks," he whispered.
"Are you sure?"
Mulder nodded his head. He looked around. Argentina looked like a nice
place. Good looking people everywhere, strolling around without a care in the
world. It was hard to believe that war still raged across most of the world.
The waiter came with two glasses of red wine. Alex picked his up right away
and sipped it, his eyes closing for a minute.
"Mmmmmm, I've missed wine. Come, Fox, drink, it's very good."
Mulder reached out and brought the fragile glass to his lips, noticing he
was shaking slightly. He took a small sip of wine, then another.
"Well? Was I right?"
"Yes, it's very good."
"Are you sure you don't want a cigarette?"
"No, thank you."
Alex reached over and grabbed his hand again, stroking it with his thumb.
"I meant it when I said nothing can harm you here. We are an ocean away from
what we left behind."
Mulder wanted to believe Alex, but he still had a nagging suspicion in the
back of his mind that something was not right. They sat there, sipping their
wine, enjoying the night. Mulder was just starting to fully relax when a man
came to their table.
"Alex Krycek."
Alex stood and shook his hand. "Sir, so nice to see you again."
The man looked down at Mulder then back at Alex. "You have brought someone
with you?"
"Yes. I could not leave him behind."
Mulder's pulse began to quicken again as the man sat down and joined them.
He felt dizzy, and his breathing sped up.
"Fox?" Alex tightened his grip on Mulder's hand. "Fox, are you not well?"
"I'm...I'm okay. It must be the wine; it's going to my head."
"Why don't you close your eyes for a moment and regain your composure?"
Mulder nodded and closed his eyes. He thought back to what Alex had said
earlier about his safe place. He imagined himself there, alone, at peace. He
felt warm and started to calm down.
"Is your friend all right, Alex?"
"Yes, he is just a little shaken from our journey, as am I. It was a most
eventful voyage, but he will be fine once he is rested."
"You should have told me you were bringing a companion, I would have
prepared documents for him."
"I am sorry, it was...we left in haste." Alex took a sip of his wine to
take the bitterness out of his mouth. He would never forgive himself for
almost leaving Mulder behind. He looked back up at his friend. "Will it be any
trouble to get him papers?"
"It should not be a problem, but it might take a few weeks."
"That will be more than adequate. Thank you."
The man slid two envelopes across the table to Alex. "One envelope contains
money, the other your papers. Your funds will be transferred from the bank in
Switzerland upon your request. The other envelope contains name of the bank
and the manager there. Do not talk to anyone else about your situation."
Alex nodded his head.
"In the meantime, I have taken the liberty and booked you into a suite at
one of Buenos Aires' finest hotels. I will give you a few days to rest, then I
will have some houses for you to look at."
"Thank you again for all your help, I could have not done this without you."
"That's what friends are for, Alex. I will, however, require a favor next
month. I have someone that will need a place to stay for a few days."
Alex nodded his head, "Yes, anything, just ask."
Mulder opened his eyes. He had missed the entire conversation, but he was
glad both men were smiling at each other.
Alex turned and smiled at his lover. "Ah, he is with us once again."
Taking Mulder's hand in his, Alex motioned from his friend to Mulder and
performed the introductions, "This is my lover, Fox Mulder. Fox, an old friend
of my father's, Malcolm Grey."
"It is an honour to meet you, Mr. Mulder." He reached across and shook his
hand. "I hope you enjoy your new home here in Argentina."
"Thank you," Mulder said, his voice just above a whisper.
"Now, gentlemen, if you would gather your belongings and follow me, I will
take you to your hotel."
They followed the man with the silver hair and smooth voice to a grand
hotel. A red carpet stairway led to golden embossed doors, which were opened
by a doorman dressed in top hat and tails. This led to a large, marble-floored
lobby, laid with Persian rugs and expensive furnishings. The warm red richness
of mahogany was prevalent throughout, from the front desk to the staircase
banister. A young man sat at a grand piano in one corner, playing to entertain
the people as they came and went.
A lady in a fur coat, despite the heat, passed Mulder and Krycek, a man
behind her carrying a small poodle wearing a diamond-studded collar that
matched her bracelet. The other patrons of this establishment were also well
dressed, making Mulder feel like he was a pauper.
They checked in and went up to their suite, the decor was equally grand;
marble floors, Louis XIV furnishings, velvet draperies. If Mulder wasn't in
South America, he could have sworn that he was in one of the finest hotels in
Europe. The silver-haired man tipped the bellhop, who quickly left the room.
"I will leave you now. I shall call for you on Thursday, after you have
rested. Enjoy your stay, gentlemen."
Alex shook the man's hand again, "Thank you again, Uncle Malcolm."
"Again, it was my pleasure, Alex." The man turned and left, shutting the
door behind him.
Mulder stood in the middle of the room, unsure what to do next. He felt
Alex come up behind him and wrap his arms around him.
"We are finally alone." He kissed Mulder's ear. "We can do whatever we
want, whenever we want, and not worry about anyone, or anything." He kissed
Mulder's ear again, feeling the tension melt away from his body with his
kisses.
Mulder leaned his head back, nuzzling it into Alex's shoulder. "What time
is it? What day is it, for that matter?"
Alex laughed, "It is 9 in the evening, and it is Monday. Have you made
plans, already? Do you need to be somewhere?"
"No, I...I just wanted to know."
Alex turned Mulder around so he was facing him. He gave him a fierce hug
before letting him go. "I am going to call down for some supper. In the
meantime, why don't we have a bath? Alex's eyes glittered green in the glow
from the crystal chandelier.
Mulder couldn't hide his smile. He missed their nightly bath and what
followed it. His cock started to harden as he thought of their wet bodies
pressed against each other.
"Go start the bath; I will join you momentarily." Alex playfully tapped
Mulder on the ass as he walked by. He called down for supper then joined
Mulder, ensuring to tell the front desk to remind their staff not to disturb
him in the bath.
The bathroom was unlike any Mulder had seen in his life. It was as big as a
bedroom. A large, claw-footed bathtub with gold fixtures was in the middle of
the room. There was an ornately carved dressing table with lights around the
mirror nestled in a corner. A large, cushioned stool sat in front of it. Jars
of powder and perfumes sat atop the grand structure. Against a wall, large
towels were on a warming rack which also held robes and pajamas. A crystal
chandelier was overhead, casting a warm glow throughout the room. Sheer
draperies covered the window. Mulder stood there, staring at everything until
Alex came in to join him.
"It is nice, isn't it? Come, I have been thinking about a bath for weeks."
Alex strode over and started the taps, filling the large tub with warm water.
Soaps and small bottles of bath oil were held in a golden basket along one
side.
Mulder started undoing the buttons on his shirt. Suddenly, Alex's hands
joined his and took over the process.
Alex leaned in and kissed Mulder, his tongue probing inside his mouth. His
hands flew over the buttons on Mulder's shirt, making short work of them. He
pulled the shirt back and practically ripped off the undershirt he was wearing
and dove for the now exposed nipples with his mouth.
Mulder ran his hands down Alex's back and pulled his shirt off up, over his
head then undid Alex's trousers. Alex did the same and soon they were naked,
their heated skin rubbing against each other. Mulder molded his mouth to
Alex's, his hands wandering freely over his body, cupping his ass, teasing his
nipples. Soon, they were writhing against each other, the friction of their
bodies threatening to set the room on fire.
Suddenly, Alex stood back, "Wait, Fox, wait."
Mulder pulled back and stared at his lover as if he was mad.
"Let's get into the tub before the water gets cold."
Mulder smiled and followed Alex into the warm water. He found a sponge
alongside washcloths in a basket beside the tub. He held it under the water
for a minute to soften it, ran soap along it, then began the ritual he loved so
much. He washed his lover from head to toe, pausing to tease his nipples and
other sensitive parts of Alex's body. He paid special attention to his cock,
pulling the foreskin back and rubbing the sponge along the hard shaft.
"Oh, yes, Fox." Alex bit his lip. If he kept that up, he was going to
come. As if he heard his thoughts, Mulder moved the sponge down a leg,
cleaning and caressing all the way.
When Mulder was done, he surrendered the sponge to Alex, who began to do the
same to Mulder. He could see the passion rising in Mulder's eyes from his
caressing and rubbing the sponge along every inch of his body. Alex could feel
the pre-cum start to come up out of his cock just from looking at him.
He leaned forward and started kissing Mulder on the mouth, moving down to
his neck, lingering at his collarbone, marking him as his own. He then moved
lower, to Mulder's nipples again, which were hard and ready to be sucked on.
Mulder moaned and groaned, sloshing the water onto the marble floor as Alex
played with a nipple and sucked on the other.
"Alex...Alex...I..." Mulder let out a moan then a sigh. White fluid began
to show on the surface of the water.
"Are you a little sensitive, tonight, my love?" Alex stood, reaching for
his lover to stand with him.
Mulder stood and faced Alex. They got out of the tub, Alex pulling the
drain.
"I'm sorry," Mulder said as Alex handed him a towel.
"Nonsense. I take it as a compliment that I can make you feel so good.
Besides, I will have fun bringing you to the same satisfaction again later.
Although it may take longer. And that will be fun too." Alex grabbed Mulder
by the back of the head and brought him to kiss him once again.
Mulder smiled as he pulled away, but then noticed the state Alex was in.
"What about you?"
"What about me? I am fine."
"No, you're not." Mulder immediately sank to his knees and took Alex's cock
into his mouth. It did not take more than a couple of licks with his tongue
until his lover was shooting a hot stream of creamy fluid down his throat.
"I think we both needed that." Alex brought his love up to kiss him, to
taste himself on his lips. He smiled. "That made me very hungry. Are you
hungry, Fox?"
"Yes." Mulder's eyes were full of satisfaction and love; he wanted Alex to
throw him down and make love to him all night long.
"Let's eat."
Each of them toweled off, switching to towel each other off instead. When
their rubbing forced a moan from Mulder, Alex stood back and reached for a
robe. "We have to eat something," he laughed. He then moved closer and kissed
Mulder briefly. "I want to make love to you properly, in a bed, then wake up
with you in my arms." He did up the robe, a towel around his neck to catch the
drips from his hair.
Mulder let out a frustrated sigh but put a robe on just the same. Alex was
right, it would be better in a nice, soft bed. A flutter ran through his
stomach as he thought of waking next to Alex tomorrow, the next day, and the
day after that. He was so lucky he let him come with him to Argentina.
"Fox, are you coming?"
Mulder followed Alex into the livingroom, where a dining area was set up.
Candles glowed in the centre, and a bottle of wine was open, breathing the
nighttime air. Bread was in a basket before them, and an assortment of fruits
and cheeses were laid out. They both sat as the table was set, across from
each other.
Mulder lifted the large silver dome that covered his food. When he saw a
bowl of soup in front of him, he frowned, then looked across to see that Alex
had the same meal.
"We have not eaten in two days. The meals that we were provided in the past
three weeks were not that good. As a matter of fact, most of them were quite
inedible. I thought soup would give our stomachs a chance to get used to good
food again."
Mulder smiled at Alex. "You're always looking out for me, aren't you?"
"Fox," Alex reached across and grabbed Mulder's hand. "I cannot tell you
how much I want to take care of you, to treat you right. You mean everything
to me."
Mulder blushed at the words, and he looked down at his bowl of soup. No one
had ever said that he meant anything to anyone. "I...thank you for bringing me
with you."
"There was never any question," Alex whispered. Perhaps if he told himself
that enough times, he would genuinely believe it. Mulder stared at him,
knowing perfectly well that Alex had intended to leave him behind almost up
till the last minute, but he was so happy to be with Alex that he didn't say
anything. "Now, let's eat our soup, before it gets cold."
They ate their supper and drank the wine, both of them soon yawning.
Finally, Alex stood and offered Mulder his hand. He took it and followed Alex
into the bedroom. This was also full of antiques and elaborate draperies. A
window was open, bringing in the cool night air, the sheer curtains barely
moving in the breeze.
Alex undid the tie on Mulder's robe and motioned for him to lie on the large
bed. When Mulder was lying on his back, naked, Alex doffed his robe and towel,
and climbed up beside him. He rubbed Mulder's feet with his hands, soothing
him, massaging him. He then followed with his lips, kissing up Mulder's legs,
first the left, then the right. He took his time, exploring his lower body
with his hands, caressing the muscles. He lingered at Mulder's knees, bringing
giggles when he licked and kissed the backs of them. When he got to Mulder's
crotch, Alex merely placed a kiss on the tip of Mulder's hardening cock and
continued on his journey up his body.
He kissed the palms of his hands and every finger. He slowly made his way
up one arm, then another, as he had done with his legs, enjoying the fact that
Mulder's elbows were just as ticklish as his knees. He was now at Mulder's
chest, kissing and sucking on his nipples, licking the outline of his ribs and
muscles. He lingered at his neck, marking him yet again at his collarbone.
Finally, he got to his face, kissing each eyelid, his nose, his forehead, his
chin. He looked down at his lover for a second; such bliss showed on his face.
He sat back and reached down with his hands to spread Mulder's legs. He lay
between them, holding his lover, caressing his face. Only then did he kiss his
lips.
It was if electricity was passing between them, their lips parted so their
tongues could dance together, searching, exploring now familiar territory.
Alex started to grind himself against Mulder, their erections rubbing together,
mixing their pre-cum in a sticky film across their bellies. He felt Mulder's
hands come down to cup his ass again then move up across his back.
Alex started back down Mulder's body, tracing a trail with his tongue, until
he was at his groin. He nuzzled Mulder's cock with his cheek, breathing in his
intoxicating scent. He licked up the hard shaft, bringing a shudder from his
lover. His tongue lingered at the top, swirling around and around before his
mouth covered the member, sucking and lapping up the essence flowing from the
tip. He then moved down to Mulder's balls, licking and sucking on them,
bringing whimpers of ecstasy from above.
"Please, Alex, please."
"Does this feel good?"
"Yes. I can't stand it, it's so good."
"All in time, Fox."
Another whimper was heard as Alex grabbed Mulder's legs and hauled them up
over his shoulders. His mouth came down on Mulder's balls again, sucking and
nipping at the fragile skin. Lower his mouth went, to the perineum and finally
to the puckered opening. He spread Mulder's ass cheeks with his fingers as his
tongue dipped in and out of the tight hole, teasing and taunting so that Mulder
was soon writhing on the bed.
"Oh, Alex...please, Alex, I'm begging you."
Alex smirked as he left the bed for a moment to retrieve the tin of
lubricant from his bag. He climbed back on the bed and looked at Mulder in the
throes of passion. His cock was purple and weeping large amounts of pre-cum,
his nipples were tight buds, his lips swollen and kiss bruised.
Alex put Mulder's legs over his shoulders again before coating a finger with
the lubricant. He entered it into Mulder's ass, stroking the smooth interior,
spreading the jelly around. Mulder opened up easily in his state and a second
finger easily joined the first. Alex caressed his prostate, watching him jump
and writhe even more. The whimpers grew louder, and Alex could stand it no
more. He slicked up his hard cock and drove home with one push.
Mulder cried out with pleasure as Alex entered him. He had been imagining
this for so long, making love, real love in a bed with pillows and softness.
A pair of lips were at his and he kissed them, his eyes closed, his legs spread
wide. He dug his hands into Alex's shoulders as he started to drive into him
strongly and with purpose.
"Fox, my beautiful Fox," Alex whispered into his ear. He had wanted to make
this last a long time, but the feeling was too much, and he started pumping
fast into his lover. He could feel the tingling low in his abdomen, and he
knew it wasn't going to last long at all. He reached down and grabbed Mulder's
cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. "Come, Fox, come for me."
Mulder let out a cry as his semen coated them both, moaning Alex's name.
Alex let out his own cry, and he collapsed on his lover, his balls releasing
his seed deep within his lover.
They lay there, joined for awhile, until Alex reached over the side of the
bed to retrieve the towel that he dropped before and cleaned them up. Mulder
barely felt Alex kiss him before he fell asleep.
The next morning, Mulder was woken by birds singing and sunlight coming
through the window. That had been his first restful sleep since they left
Berlin. Actually, thinking of the bombings, Alex's occasional nightmares and
his own, it was probably the first truly contented sleep he'd had since the
night before he left on the bombing run that led to him becoming Alex's
prisoner. Who'd have thought it would take a war for him to find love? He
looked over at Alex, his face snuggled in his pillow, his naked form visible
underneath the sheet.
Mulder pulled the sheet back and looked down at his lover. So beautiful.
Alex calls me beautiful, but he is the beautiful one. He bent down and
kissed his shoulder, licking his lips after he did so. The taste of Alex on
his lips made him want more. He straddled his still sleeping lover and kissed
his back and down, his hands caressing the muscles underneath the skin. Alex
woke to Mulder's touch and moaned encouragement.
Mulder moved his mouth further down Alex's back to the base of his spine,
nuzzling the fine hairs that grew there with his stubble-covered chin. He felt
Alex jump as he moved down to his ass, kneading the round globes, his fingers
probing inside the crack, teasing the opening.
Alex moaned when Mulder stroked the puckered opening to his ass. He knew
what Mulder wanted, and he was going to let him do just that. He wondered why
he'd been so hesitant to take that final step years earlier, then he realized
that it wouldn't have been the same with anyone else. It was the love that he
and Mulder shared that made it so pleasurable for him. He could never give up
control like that with anyone else.
Mulder's mouth went down to where Alex's leg met his ass, sucking and biting
at the skin, marking him as he had been marked the night before. When he was
pleased with the large purple bruise, he moved on. He spread Alex's legs and
reached for the tin of lubricant. He coated two fingers liberally, one
pressing against the opening. With a little teasing, he was let in.
"Oh, god, Fox, that feels good."
Mulder only smiled as he lubricated the passage well. When he was satisfied
that he could penetrate Alex with only minor discomfort, he pulled Alex up onto
all fours. He hastily applied the lubricant to his cock and started to push
inside.
Alex had been anticipating this, the time when Mulder instigated love making
sessions, and he was not disappointed. He watched as Mulder reached over for
the towel from the night before, positioning it to catch Alex's semen. He
quivered as Mulder's cock inched inside him, his own hard cock dripping onto
the towel below.
Mulder fully embedded himself in Alex with one final push, stopping for a
second to catch his breath. He leaned over his lover, caressing his front and
pinching his nipples, gaining whimpers from below.
"Fox...you feel so good inside me."
Mulder began to move in and out of Alex, slowly at first, but then faster
and faster with every stroke. He could feel his balls slap against Alex's; he
could smell his lover underneath him; he could hear the moans and whimpers
coming from him.
Alex's arms gave way as Mulder reached forward to grab his cock. He could
not remember ever being so aroused, so hard, so loved. He rested forward on
his elbows, this angle giving Mulder a better connection with his prostate. He
started to fuck Mulder's hand, driving Mulder's cock in and out of him at a
rapid pace.
"Oh god...oh Fox...my Fox, I love you...oh god!" Alex came with a strangled
cry, long streams of semen shooting out of his cock and onto the towel below.
Mulder continued to slam into Alex's ass, finally letting go, his orgasm
making him shudder and shake. He collapsed to the side, still embedded in
Alex. They lay there, joined together for a few minutes, until Mulder pulled
out of Alex and cleaned them up. He returned to the bed, curling up around his
lover before sleep claimed them yet again.
A few hours later, they woke, still in each other's arms, Alex caressing
Mulder's hair.
"Good morning."
"Good morning."
Alex kissed Mulder on his sleepy lips, a grin replacing the pout. Mulder
then snuggled closer, his head buried in Alex's chest.
"Fox, we should get up."
Mulder only groaned.
"What do you want to do today?"
"I don't know. What do you want to do?"
"No, it's up to you."
Mulder stretched and yawned then propped himself up on his elbow to look at
Alex. He traced the outline of his face with a finger before kissing him
again.
"Did you really mean it when you said you loved me?"
"Yes, I did."
Mulder smiled. "I love you too."
Alex returned the smile. "Now, what do you want to do today? You are
avoiding the question."
Mulder sighed. "I think we need some new clothes. The fashions are
different here."
"I agree. We should try to fit in as much as possible. I know a very good
tailor in Plaza San Martin."
"You've been to Buenos Aires before, haven't you?" Mulder asked.
"Yes, I was here a few years ago with my father. He was interested in
buying a hotel here and moving his business out of Germany. He was nervous
when Hitler started to spread his propaganda. Unfortunately, he never realized
his dream. He died in his sleep a few months after our trip. My mother also
died a few weeks after that; I always thought it was of a broken heart." Alex
stared off into the distance for a minute, before continuing. "He did, however,
liquidate his assets and move them to a bank in Switzerland, where they still
are."
Mulder caressed Alex's cheek with the back of his hand. "I'm sorry about
your parents, you seem to have been close to them."
"I was. I still miss them terribly, after all these years."
Mulder hugged Alex, knowing the pain of losing someone close. No wonder
Alex had been so harsh when they first met; losing both his parents, his wife
and his only child in such a short period of time must have hurt him so much
that he wasn't willing to let anyone else get close to him and take the chance
of losing them too.
"Come on, Fox, let's get up. Buenos Aires is too beautiful a city to waste
all day in bed." He kissed Mulder on the lips before adding, "Although I want
to stay in bed with you very much." He grinned at Mulder. "But the
anticipation will make it that much better when I get you back here."
Mulder blushed as he watched his lover roll over and get out of bed. This
was their first morning together as real lovers, and it gave him a warm
feeling.
Alex called down for some breakfast while they got dressed. After they ate,
they went to the tailors, walking the few blocks to Plaza San Martin. Mulder
was doing fine until they got to the Plaza itself, where the mid-morning bustle
was too much for him. Alex sat them down on a bench while Mulder did his
breathing exercises and tried to calm down.
Alex gazed at his lover who looked miserable. The sweat was pouring off of
him, trickling down the back of his neck and his cheeks. Mulder's face also
had this pale green tinge to it. He had to find a way to get rid of Mulder's
paranoia and get him to regain his trust in himself, his confidence.
"Are you all right?"
"I'll be fine in just a minute." Mulder shook his head. "I...I'm sorry,
Alex. I can't control it, it just happens...in the room, I'm fine, when I get
outside, I...I..." He started to breathe rapidly again. He closed his eyes
and tried, in vain, to relax.
"It is all right, Fox, take your time." He squeezed his hand for
reassurance.
About twenty minutes later, Mulder was calm enough to continue to the
tailor's. Alex and Mulder were measured for new wardrobes, picking a few
ready-made pieces to wear until their clothing was ready. It took some
prodding, but Alex finally got the colour and fabric choices out of Mulder that
he wanted. He even managed to get Mulder to express a preference about some of
Alex's own clothes, things that Alex intended to wear to please him. When they
were done, it was mid-day and Alex was hungry.
"What do you say to some lunch? I know a great restaurant across the Plaza
from here."
Mulder looked at the ground and did not say anything.
"What? What is it?" Alex put a finger under Mulder's chin and lifted it so
their eyes met.
"Nothing. Lunch sounds fine," Mulder whispered.
Alex sighed in exasperation. "No, it is not fine. What is bothering you?"
Mulder chewed on his lower lip. While that action would have been sexy
under any other circumstance, it sent off an alarm in Alex's head. He knew
something was wrong. Alex smiled at his lover and kept his voice calm and
soothing.
"Fox, if something is bothering you, I would like you to tell me."
"You'll get mad."
"I will not get mad."
"I..." Mulder broke off.
"Yes? Fox, please tell me." Alex wanted to grab him and hug him, instead
he squeezed his upper arm with his hand.
"I'm tired. That...episode I had earlier wore me out. I want to go back to
the hotel and get some sleep."
"Is that all?"
Mulder managed a tiny smile, but his eyes still had worry in them. "You're
not going to punish me?"
"Punish you? For being tired? I want you to realize that you are not my
prisoner anymore, you're my lover. We are free, you are a free man with free
thoughts. If you are tired, I want you to tell me. Same with if you are
hungry, or thirsty, or do not like something. I value your opinion." Alex
decided to try a different tack. "You've told me before that you like to
please me, that it makes you happy." He waited until Fox nodded before
continuing, "Well, it makes me happy to please you too. Te quiero, mi
hermoso Fox."
"Oh." Mulder smiled, his eyes still showing a hint of worry. "What does
that mean?"
"It means I love you, my beautiful Fox."
Mulder smiled for real now.
"Come, let's get you back to bed."
They walked the short distance back to the hotel. Soon, Alex had Mulder
dozing in the bed while he went into the parlor where he made two telephone
calls. He then went back to the bedroom and sat on the side of the bed.
"Fox."
"Hmmmm?"
"Fox, I have some business to attend to. I will be back in a few hours.
Will you be all right by yourself?"
"Hmmm. Yes."
Alex quickly kissed Mulder on the forehead then left the hotel. He walked
back to Plaza San Martin where he joined his silver-haired friend.
"Thank you for meeting me on such short notice, sir."
"My pleasure. I have not been to this restaurant in weeks. How is your
friend?"
"He's resting. He is still tired from our journey."
"If I were Fox Mulder, I would be tired as well."
Alex's face showed no expression, "What do you mean?"
"I have been following your notorious military career, Alex. I promised
your father that I would look out for you, and I am fulfilling my duty. He
never warned me, however, that you would turn into a heartless torture monger."
Alex's mouth opened then closed again. His eyes dropped to the linen
tablecloth flapping in the breeze from the open windows.
"Why, Alex? Why did you do those things I read about? Not only Lidice, but
Kharkov, Stalingrad...those poor boys you tortured for days. Not to mention
your interrogation techniques in that prison..."
"I am aware of what I have done." Alex lit a cigarette, the blue smoke
swirling around in the air.
"So many times I wanted to go back to Germany and find out what happened to
the young man I met on that business trip, so full of hope and life."
"You know what happened."
"We all lost people in the war, Alex."
Alex's eyes snapped up to meet the other man's gaze. "You were not there.
You did not see what was happening. You did not see your four year old
daughter and wife get mangled by their own house collapsing on them from a
mortar blast."
"Still, we did not all become monsters."
"Is that what I am to you now? A monster? Someone without feelings? When
I wore that uniform, it gave me the power I needed to seek my revenge on the
people that hurt me. I am no longer that man."
"I know what you did to Mulder in your prison. Rescuing him from death will
not make you feel better."
"I did not rescue him to make me feel better." Alex kept his voice calm,
but inside he was enraged. "I love Fox."
"I do not understand. One minute he is your prisoner, the next he is your
servant, then he is your lover."
Alex took a long drag on his cigarette. He knew he was going to have this
conversation with this man sooner or later. It was better to get it all out in
the open at the beginning. His eyes dropped to the tablecloth again.
"The second I laid eyes on him, I wanted him. He did something to me that
no other had, ever. I thought about him all the time. When I was beating him,
I wanted to posses him, to own him. When I would try to sleep at night, I would
see his face and want nothing more than to hold him in my arms. I would get so
frustrated when I could not that I would beat him harder."
Alex's hands were now shaking as he took the final drag from his cigarette,
and his voice fell to a whisper as he continued, "I have no excuse for my
behaviour, other than it was war and a crazy time. Everyone did what they had
to do survive, including me." He stubbed out his cigarette and reached for his
glass of water, taking a healthy gulp. His eyes were still downcast and his
voice still low. "I slowly came to realize that what I was doing to him was
wrong, that I wanted to love him not hurt him. That's when I moved him into my
house, so I could protect him from further harm. Now, I am trying to right my
wrongdoing. But believe me when I tell you that I do love him. I have never
felt closer to another human being since I met my wife." He looked up with a
terrible sorrow and fear in his eyes. "I can only hope that he still wants to
be with me when he's himself again.
Grey looked at Alex, expression still blank. "I am glad you can admit your
faults, my friend. Let us hope no one tries to take revenge for your actions."
A shudder ran through Alex; he had not thought of that before.
"As for your American friend, I know you are telling me the truth. And now I
know why you want this." He took a small package from his breast pocket and
passed it over to Alex who put it in his own pocket.
"Thank you," Alex whispered. He looked up at his friend again and smiled.
"Be very careful, Alex."
"I will."
"Good. Now, let's have some lunch."
Later that evening, Alex was anxious to try and break Mulder out of his
shell. With the serum that his friend had given him, it would be easier. They
were sitting on a couch, Mulder in his arms, listening to the radio, when Alex
broke the silence.
"Fox, I want to try something."
"Hmmm?"
Alex sat up and looked at Mulder. "I want to try and rid you of your panic
attacks and anxiety, would you like that?"
Mulder nodded, "Very much."
Alex stood and turned the radio off. Then he motioned for Mulder to sit in
a large, overstuffed chair. "Make yourself comfortable."
Mulder sat down and settled into the chair. Alex sat down in front of him.
"Close your eyes and go to your safe place, Fox. I want you to relax."
Mulder closed his eyes. After a few minutes his breathing slowed down, and
his jaw went slack.
"Good." Alex opened the package that his friend had given him earlier,
revealing a vial of brown liquid and a syringe. He opened the vial and filled
the syringe part way with the liquid. He made sure there were no air bubbles
in it before he spoke again.
"Now. I am going to give you something to relax further. If at any time
you feel uncomfortable, I want you to tell me, okay?"
"Yes."
Alex pushed the needle into Mulder's arm and pushed the plunger of the
syringe down. He removed it from his arm and set it aside, then sat back and
waited for the drug to take effect.
A few minutes later, Mulder spoke. "I feel funny."
"Funny, how, Fox?"
"Like I'm floating."
"Are you still in your safe place?"
"Yes."
Alex took a deep breath. "Fox, I want you to tell me how you feel when you
have your panic attacks. What happens to you?"
Mulder swallowed, his voice was calm, his words slow. "It only happens
outside. I feel like the world is closing in on me. My chest starts to
tighten and I can't breathe. There are too many people, too many things going
on at once. I am afraid they are going to catch up to me and take me back to
prison."
"Who?"
"The Nazis, the Americans."
"You think they followed you from Germany?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because I betrayed my country."
"How did you betray your country?"
"When I went to work for you, when I fell in love with you, an SS officer,
when I killed those American soldiers to protect you. I should have gone to a
camp, to be a prisoner, not bask in luxury as your valet, as your lover. I
should have hated you, killed you myself at the first opportunity, but instead
I killed to save you and deserted to stay with you. It is desertion, you know.
I could have gone back to the Americans; you told me so. But I couldn't leave
you."
"I see. Do you feel guilty about leaving your brothers in arms back at the
camp?"
"Yes. I was in a camp for two weeks. When they grabbed me and took me to
the prison, they were all sure I was to die. I should have died."
Alex closed his eyes and took another deep breath. He knew this was not
going to be easy. His specialty was breaking people down, making them believe
they were garbage and filling their heads with propaganda. Building someone up
and giving them hope was much harder.
"Do you still feel that you should die?"
"No. Not now. When I was being tortured at the beginning, I wished I was
dead. But not now, now I want to live."
Relief washed over Alex's features at that remark. "Let's get back to the
people you think that are following you. When do you feel like they are around
you?"
"When we are in a crowd. Everyone is speaking another language, and I can't
understand them. I know they're talking about me, they're whispering to each
other that the American is here. I know they want to hurt me and take me
away." Tears welled up in Mulder's eyes, "I don't want to be taken away again,
please don't let them take me away."
"No one is going to take you anywhere, Fox. You have got to believe me when
I tell you that nothing can hurt you here. Do you believe me?"
"No."
Alex pursed his lips together, his forehead a knot of concern. "Do you ever
feel safe, Fox?" he asked softly.
"Yes."
"When do you feel safe?"
"When I am inside with you, or in my safe place. When I am being punished."
"You feel safe when you are being punished?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because I know that you love me."
"Do you not think that I love you, otherwise?"
"Yes...but when you punish me, you devote all your energy to me."
Alex licked his lips. "Do you miss being punished?"
"Yes. I want you to love me."
"I do love you. Please realize that. I love you no matter what. I don't
want to hurt you anymore. I'm sorry I ever did." He saw the fear cross
Mulder's face. What have I done to you, my Fox? "Fox, pain isn't part of
love. The war hurt me so I hurt anyone I could, and unfortunately that
included you. But now the war is no longer our concern; we are lovers, not
enemies anymore. Do you believe that I love you, Fox?"
"Yes, I know you love me." But he still looked unhappy.
Alex was silent for a moment. It was going to take many nights to clear
Mulder of these feelings. He looked at his watch; the drug would be wearing
off soon. He hadn't given Mulder very much on their first run, as he didn't
want to cause him any harm. They would have to leave this for now and go back
to it tomorrow.
"Mulder, I want you to relax again. Are you still in your safe place?"
"Yes."
"Good. I want you to remember what we talked about, about you not coming to
any harm, about me loving you. I want you to feel safe and loved when you wake
up, okay?"
"Yes."
"Good. The drug will wear off soon. I am going to be sitting here, right in
front of you the whole time. You may feel slightly ill though. When you can
open your eyes, I want you to look at me and let me know how you feel, okay?"
"Yes."
Alex sat there and watched Mulder as he slowly came out of his trance.
Finally, his eyes opened and he smiled weakly.
"I feel like I've been drinking all night."
Alex reached across and took Mulder's hand in his own. "I think we are
making progress, Fox. We have to keep up these sessions, though. Is that
alright with you?"
"Yes, it's fine."
Alex smiled at him, "Good."
"I'm tired. I think I'll go to bed."
"Good idea, I will join you shortly." He squeezed Mulder's hand before
letting go and watching his lover stand and wobble to the bedroom. Alex took
the notepad and pen that was beside him and jotted a few notes down about this
session and a reminder of what to ask Mulder in their next. He then retired to
the bedroom to join Mulder in sleep.
Mulder and Alex were getting tired. They had looked at ten houses today,
none of which seemed particularly interesting to either of them. Finally, they
were on their last house of the day, located in a newer neighbourhood, a few
kilometres from a busy Plaza.
"There are a lot of German couples living on this street," Grey said. "I
know you want to live in a predominately Spanish neighbourhood, that is why I
left this until last."
"Well, we have not had any luck at any of the other houses. Are you too
tired to look at another one, Fox?"
Mulder shrugged, "It doesn't matter to me."
Alex rolled his eyes, out of Mulder's view. He was getting frustrated with
Mulder's meek attitude today. Every time Alex asked him a question, he would
respond with either another question or a noncommittal answer. Visions of his
wife chastising him for not listening to her, or not replying adequately ran
through his mind. I now know what you meant, Gretchen, and I am sorry.
Alex offered up a silent prayer to her and Trudi in the back of the car making
its way down the tree-lined street.
They pulled up in front of a large house with large trees out front and a
slate walkway leading up to the front door. The style was clearly Victorian,
yet there were indications that the house was not more than ten years old.
"This house replaced one that burnt down on this very spot. The owner kept
the style of the house to fit in with the neighbourhood."
They departed from the car and walked up to the grand house. They opened
the door and walked inside, touring around the main floor with its large
kitchen, parlor and French doors leading off to a slate patio. A large garden
filled with flowers was at the back of the lot. The second floor held three
bedrooms and two baths. The master bedroom had an en-suite full bath with
large bathtub. Alex looked at Mulder who actually blushed. They were about to
go downstairs again, when Mulder noticed a door leading off the hallway.
"Where does this door lead to?"
"I don't know. It's listed as only a three bedroom."
Mulder turned the knob and swung the door open to a large room with
bookshelves built into the walls. His face shone as he looked at the oak and
pine shelves stained a rich honey colour, matching the hardwood floor
throughout the house. Mulder stood in the middle of the room and looked at the
room, the large windows that faced the backyard let in the setting sun, giving
everything a warm, orange glow. Slowly, a look of joy came over his face.
"Do you like it?"
"I've always wanted a library." Mulder went over and stroked the wood with
his fingers. "But it's your house, not mine. It should be what you want."
Alex felt rage build up within himself. He reminded himself to remain calm
as he turned to his friend, "Could you please give us a few minutes?"
"By all means. I will be downstairs." The silver-haired man turned and
left the room, shutting the door behind him.
Alex walked up to Mulder and held on to his arms, looking into his eyes.
"Fox, don't you realize that whatever house we pick will be your house too?"
"I will work here, of course, but it will ultimately be your house."
Alex closed his eyes and bit his lip to keep from screaming in frustration.
Instead he turned away from Mulder and went to look out the window to the
backyard below. After a moment, he turned around again.
"Look. I don't know how many times I have to tell you this, I love you,
Fox. You and I are together. I do not want you as my prisoner; I do not want
you as my valet. I want you and me to be together forever. You are my mate.
Is that clear?"
"Yes." Mulder looked down at the floor.
Alex was frustrated beyond belief. He would have to up the dosage of Sodium
Pentothal for their nightly sessions. For three nights, he had hammered into
Mulder's brain that he was an equal, and it wasn't getting him anywhere.
Mulder just kept telling him whatever he thought he wanted to hear without
actually believing it. Patience, Alex. You made him this way, now you have
to get him back to normal.
He took a deep breath to calm himself. "Hey," Alex said softly before
walking over to Mulder and kissing him on the lips. "I love you. Whatever you
want, I want. Do you want this house? Do you like the library?"
"I love this house."
"Then we shall buy this house." Maybe if he just kept finding out and
giving Fox what he really wanted, eventually he'd believe in his love.
They went back downstairs to tell Grey that they would take the house. He
informed them that they could have it by the beginning of the month, a mere two
weeks away. In the meantime, they should shop for furnishings, so when they
moved in, they would have what they needed.
For the next two weeks, Alex and Mulder spent their time looking for items
to outfit their new home, Alex even buying an automobile. He thought about
buying one for Mulder as well but decided to wait until Mulder felt more able
to deal with people. Right now it would be pointless. At night, Alex would
hold his sessions with Mulder, ridding him of his paranoia, convincing him that
he was his equal. They made slow progress, but now Mulder could go to the busy
square alone, without suffering the panic attacks that once plagued him. He
spent most of his time in a small bookstore, specializing in English texts,
buying books for his library at home. In fact, he spent so much time there
that Alex started to miss having him around whenever he wanted him and grew
sulky. Though he didn't appreciate it at first, this led to the first real sign
that Mulder was recovering from his abuse.
The day before they were due to move into their new home, Mulder spent the
entire morning at the bookstore and stayed through lunch as well. When he did
come back, Alex was pouting in the living room and muttered something about
hoping he'd finish buying his damn books soon so they could spend some time
together. Mulder lost his temper.
"Yeah, you were so anxious to spend time with me that you were going to
leave me in the middle of Berlin while you saved your own skin!" he yelled,
shocking Alex into silence. "Now suddenly it bothers you if I find something
to do that doesn't revolve around you for a few hours?! Well, fuck that! And
fuck you too!" He threw his latest bag of books down on the floor and stormed
into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
Alex stood frozen, staring at the closed door between them. Slowly, very
slowly, he sank to the floor where he stood, unable even to take the few steps
back to the chair he'd been sitting in when Mulder arrived. Suddenly the door
flew open again, and Mulder reappeared, anger radiating from every pore. Alex
pushed himself to his feet, watching Mulder silently, which only seemed to
enrage him more.
"And while we're on the subject, where the hell do you get off whipping
me? I'm a human being, not some animal. Hell, I wouldn't treat any animal the
way you treated me! You deliberately set out to degrade me!"
"Yes." The one soft word was Alex's only response.
Mulder let out a snarl of frustrated rage and punched Alex, knocking him to
the ground.
That was more than Alex could take, guilty conscience or no, and he sprang
to his feet with a bellow of rage. "How dare you!? How fucking dare you!?! I
was doing my job, but you! Mr. O-So-Honorable American, what about you? You
raped me!"
"You raped me first!"
"At least I made sure you enjoyed it!"
"I didn't want to enjoy it! I wanted to go home!" Mulder practically spit in
Alex's face with that last yell since they were now standing toe to toe, both
red-faced with anger, yelling at each other like children having a temper
tantrum.
Mulder suddenly realized that he had just punched and was now screaming in
the face of the man that only days before he had practically begged to beat him
to show his love. He started to think about what was going on, remembering
everything from his nightly sessions with Alex and comparing it with how Alex
had treated him in prison at the beginning. He stared in amazement when all
the pieces fell into place.
Alex stared back nervously, not knowing what was going through Mulder's
head, but clearly something was going on.
"You're trying to undo what you did to me." Mulder made the statement with
a degree of shock usually reserved for things like the eruption of Mount
Vesuvius, the sinking of Atlantis, Judgement Day and other things of that
magnitude.
Alex looked away guiltily.
"Why?" Mulder placed on hand on Alex's cheek, turning him to meet his eyes.
"Why would you want to do that? I would have done anything you wanted, so why
undo it?"
Alex tried to take courage from the hand still resting against his cheek.
"Because I love you. Because I want a lover, not a slave. Because it hurt me
to see you so afraid and know that it was because of me. Because I'm the only
one who could."
Mulder stared into frightened green eyes, seeing the truth of Alex's words,
and he remembered that despite everything he loved this man. Under all his
anger, and there was a lot of it, that truth was at the core of him. He loved
Alex Krycek, and nothing could ever change that. He closed his eyes and
sighed, leaning his forehead against Alex's.
Opening his eyes again, he took Alex's hand and led him into the bedroom
where they lay together, just holding one another silently. They still had a
long way to go, but for the first time Alex truly believed that Fox was going
to be all right and was still going to love him and stay with him.
Finally, the day arrived when they moved in. Everything had been delivered
from their hotel, so they just had to go to the house with the clothes on their
backs. Malcolm dropped them off, grinning at Alex as they left. He was glad
that his friend's son had found happiness despite the horrors he had been
through.
They walked in the house, shut the door behind them and embraced.
"Welcome home, Fox. This is your home. We are together forever."
Mulder kissed Alex, tears welling up in his eyes. He had never felt so
loved. Suddenly, the smell of something cooking wafted up to his nostrils.
"Are you cooking something?"
Alex smiled coyly, "No, we have a cook and maid. Her name is Elena, and she
comes highly recommended."
"What am I to do?"
"Do? Anything you want. You can read all day in your library, go for
walks, whatever you please. You might even want to spend some time with me
occasionally." Alex looked at Mulder through his lashes, grinning at his
expression of exasperation. Mulder had to laugh. "There is a garden out back,
if you are so inclined. Elena's brother, Ricardo will come to tend to the
gardening if you have no interest."
"Oh."
"What?"
"I've never had...servants before, I don't know how to treat them."
"You treat them as you treat anyone. With respect. Now, come meet Elena."
They walked into the kitchen where a trim, yet husky woman of about fifty
was bustling around the kitchen, checking an enormous pan that was simmering on
the stove. She smiled and greeted Alex, speaking in rushed Spanish. She then
gripped Mulder's hand and greeted him the same way.
Mulder smiled at her warmly and nodded. Everyone at the hotel had spoken
English, and whenever he needed translation, Alex was there for him. Now, he
needed to assimilate further and learn the language. He couldn't imagine
spending the rest of his life in a country where he didn't speak the language.
"Alex, I don't speak Spanish. I need to learn."
"I've been thinking about that; we should get you a tutor soon."
Elena continued talking, looking back at them and smiling as she opened the
oven and brought out some heavenly-smelling rolls. Alex answered her then led
Mulder upstairs.
"What was that all about?"
Alex laughed, "She said to wash up, dinner is in ten minutes."
"It took her that long to say that?"
''Actually, she was also telling me that she has some nieces that would like
to meet us."
"You mean, she doesn't know that we're..." Mulder laughed.
"No. She will find out soon enough. I do not want our relationship to be a
secret. We are free and should live our lives as such." Deciding to match
actions to words, Alex suddenly grabbed Mulder and kissed him, backing him
against the wall as he made sure he didn't miss a single inch of Mulder's mouth
in his explorations. Both were flushed and panting when they separated to
continue up to their bedroom.
After they washed up, they went back down to the diningroom where they were
treated to paella, loaded with seafood and vegetables. After Elena cleared up
the dishes, she excused herself for the evening and went home. Alex and Mulder
retired to the parlor where they listened to the radio.
"She doesn't live with us?"
"No. Family is very strong here. She comes in the morning to cook us
breakfast and cleans. In the afternoon she leaves for a few hours to spend
time having lunch with her family. She comes back later in the day to cook
dinner. Whatever is left over, she takes home to her family. It is quite
common here for them to do so."
"That's nice, she should spend time with her family."
Alex caressed Mulder's leg from the chair beside the couch Mulder was
sitting on. After Mulder's blow up the previous evening, he'd been trying to
give him some space that day. Otherwise he'd have been in his favorite
position, stretched out on the couch with Mulder against him. "You know, Fox,
we are a family now."
Mulder smiled, "I know."
When Mulder raised Alex's hand from his leg to his lips and kissed it, Alex
moved over to sit beside him on the couch, his hand cupping his chin, his thumb
caressing his lower lip. Gently, he kissed him, their lips pressing together
before parting slowly to allow their tongues to pass.
Alex broke the kiss and caressed Mulder's lip with his thumb once more.
"Come upstairs so we can make love in our bed."
Mulder grabbed Alex's hand and followed him up to the bedroom. The four
poster bed was covered with crisp sheets and a duvet. Alex turned off the
overhead light, the light from the moon streaming in the windows providing the
only illumination needed.
Very slowly, they undressed each other, licking and kissing the skin as it
was exposed. The heat radiating from their bodies was incredible, both men
sweating from anticipation alone. Finally, they were naked and moved to the
bed, caressing each other all over.
Alex nestled himself between Mulder's legs, pressing their erections
together while he kissed him. Their tongues danced together, exploring each
other's mouths, as they reacquainted each other with the details of their
bodies.
Alex moved down lower, sucking at Mulder's neck, feeling Mulder's hands come
down to caress his back. Lower he moved until he reached a nipple, which he
sucked and teased, pulling it with his teeth.
Mulder was moaning now, his cock throbbing between his legs. He could feel
Alex suck down the line of hair on his belly to where he wanted Alex's mouth to
be.
"Alex."
"Hmmmm."
"Alex, I want to taste you as well."
Alex looked at his lover for a second before maneuvering around so he was
resting on his side, his mouth in line with Mulder's cock, his own in line with
Mulder's mouth. He covered Mulder's erection with his mouth, gently sucking,
and licking. He breathed in sharply when he felt Mulder's mouth come around
his own, lapping up the fluid at the head.
Both men sucked and nibbled on each other's cocks, bringing sighs and moans
from each other. Mulder was caressing Alex's balls with his fingers, lightly
stroking the underside of them. Alex had one finger inside Mulder, slowly
fucking him in time with the pulls of his mouth. Both men, as if on cue,
started sucking harder on each other, moaning, their bodies in sync as they
came.
They licked each other clean before turning to face each other again. They
kissed for a long time, their tongues mixing each other's essences within their
mouths to create one unique taste. Finally, they broke free and just held on to
each other before drifting off into sleep.
Weeks passed, and Alex closed the deal to buy the hotel that he and his
father had looked at years earlier. He spent his days there, sorting out the
staffing and the plans he had for the business. He was making a name for
himself in the business community, turning an obscure little hotel into a
palace. The neighbours, were not so accommodating, however. Their prejudices
ran deep, especially regarding homosexuality. While Alex and Mulder were
cordial to their neighbours, their greetings were returned with fake smiles and
disapproving glances. Alex shielded Mulder from it as much as possible. He
needed to get him well before he dealt with the emotional burden of this new
problem. He didn't want anything to jeopardize Mulder's progress, as slow as
it was.
Mulder had been moody in the beginning, not sure how to act or what to do in
his own house. This led to more than a few arguments, Alex glad that Mulder
had the courage to now argue back. When they got started yelling at each
other, Elena usually made sure all the kitchen knives were put away out of
sight, crossed herself with a quick prayer for them and went home out of the
war zone. After the first time in the hotel, they hadn't resorted to fists
again, although Alex thought Mulder might have come close a few times. When he
tired of screaming insults at Alex, Mulder would storm up to his library and
slam the door, not coming out for hours. Once he calmed down enough to stop
cursing Mulder, Alex would go up there once every hour and knock on the door to
make sure he was okay. Mulder would tell him to leave him alone and then
remain silent until the next time he knocked on the door. While he was
relieved that Mulder was getting better, it killed him not to be able to take
the pain completely away. It was to be expected that Mulder wasn't going to go
right into acting normal again; the transition would be hard. Alex knew that,
but he still couldn't help getting upset when Mulder was hurting, and that
tension made him more apt to yell back at Mulder. This too, however, was
passing. There had not been an argument or slammed door in days.
This week was also particularly good for Mulder. He had continued to visit
the small bookstore where he bought most of the volumes in his library almost
daily. The old man that owned it was going to retire soon and had no children
to pass his business on to. Mulder thought about buying the business from him,
but he didn't have any money. He agonized over asking Alex for a loan, and
when he finally did, Alex went to the bank the next day and paid the owner the
money for the store. In two weeks, Mulder would be running the shop, his name
over the door.
He was learning Spanish, too. At the beginning, he had a private tutor come
in every day. This man was not very nice, however, and after a week, Mulder
asked for him to be replaced. The new tutor was also not kind; Alex came home
one day to find him yelling at Mulder for using the wrong tense. He was
forcibly removed from the house by Alex, with a threat on his life if he ever
saw him again. Alex wondered what it was about Mulder that made men want to
abuse him.
The best tutor turned out to be their cook, Elena. Mulder walked in the
kitchen one day, just after she had arrived to start the evening dinner. She
made Mulder a cup of coffee and asked him to sit down. From what little
Spanish he had learned from his tutors, he realized that she wanted to learn
English. They struck a deal that they would teach each other their native
tongues while Mulder watched her prepare the evening meal. Alex was surprised
at the speed at which Mulder had learned the language. He supposed Elena's
offerings of cake and other baked delights helped with the lessons.
Unfortunately, Mulder's attempts to learn to cook under Elena's tutelage were
far less successful. After she arrived one morning to find that Mulder had
started to boil eggs for breakfast, gotten engrossed in a book and forgotten
all about them, she made him swear on Alex's life never to attempt to cook
again. It took both of them nearly an hour to scrape and scrub the bits of
exploded egg off the kitchen walls.
Elena took to the two easily, treating them as if they were her sons, not
seeming to mind about their relationship. What they did not know, however, was
that every Sunday, she prayed in church for God to take pity on them and grant
them a place in heaven, despite their sins.
One day, Alex and Mulder were listening to the radio when the announcer said
that the war in Europe was over and Hitler was confirmed dead. Before now,
reports of Hitler's death had been denounced as rumours. There had also been
reports of murder/suicides at the Fuhrerbunker in Berlin; apparently, Goebbels
had taken his life as well as the lives of his wife and six children.
Both men stopped what they were doing, Alex reading the newspaper, Mulder a
book. They both looked at each other then embraced, the tears flowing freely
from both men.
"It's over, Fox. It's all over."
It seemed as if a weight had been lifted from Mulder's shoulders. He no
longer had that nagging suspicion in the back of his mind that the Nazis would
eventually find them and take them back to Berlin. The Nazis had been
defeated, and Berlin was now in the hands of the Americans and the Russians.
Both men held on to each other for a long time, remembering those who had
died, who had been left behind, the destruction that had destroyed a large part
of Europe. They ended the evening by curling up, embracing each other in bed,
kissing each other gently before falling asleep.
The next day, the word came from Grey that Alex's favour was due. They
would host an escapee couple for a few weeks while they got settled. Elena
prepared the guestroom at the end of the hallway for their visitors. Alex and
Mulder told her they were old friends from Europe and nothing more.
Alex looked nervous. His friend did not tell him who his guest was to be,
only that they had escaped from Germany and had spent the past month trying to
get to Argentina. They were to arrive tonight.
Mulder and Alex were in the parlor when they heard the car pull up. They
both looked at each other, nervous, yet excited at the same time. Together,
they walked to the door as the knock came. Alex looked at Mulder one more time
before opening the door to their guests.
"Pendrell!"
"Krycek!"
Both men embraced upon seeing each other, tears springing to their eyes.
"I thought you might be dead. When I heard of all the suicides and murders
at the end, I thought the worst."
"I worried about you too, my friend. When I found out which ship you used
for your escape, I feared for your life."
Alex looked away, not wanting to discuss what had happened on that ship.
Recognizing his discomfort, Pendrell didn't press him.
The silver-haired man beamed. He knew this was the right decision. Now his
promise to the senior Krycek had been fulfilled. Alex had a family again.
Alex and Pendrell embraced once more, glad to see each other alive, before
pulling away. Alex gestured to Mulder, "Sean Pendrell, this is Fox Mulder."
"Ah, yes, so nice to meet you, finally. I am sorry that I could not
introduce myself properly when I saw you last."
Mulder smiled and shook his hand, glad that Alex's friend was still alive.
He knew that he meant a lot to Alex.
"This," Pendrell said as his hand moved into the shadows, "is Marita."
Pendrell brought a blonde woman from around the corner, her piercing blue eyes
assessing the situation.
She smiled at both men and held her hand out to them. "Herr Mulder, Herr
Krycek, I am Marita Covarrubias. Thank you for letting us stay with you."
Alex grabbed her hand and squeezed it, "It is our pleasure. And please, it
is Senor, you are in Argentina now."
Marita let go of Alex's hand as if it were on fire and grabbed Mulder's, her
expression not changing. "Yes, how silly of me. I should learn Spanish."
"Come inside, both of you. Have you much luggage?"
"There are a few bags in the car. Fox, would you please help me with them?"
Grey turned towards the car, Mulder following him.
Pendrell, Marita and Alex all went into the parlor to wait for Mulder. When
he came into the room, they had opened a bottle of wine and were relaxing. He
noticed that there was something that didn't feel quite right; there was a
certain electricity running through the room, as if during a thunderstorm.
"Fox, where is Malcolm?"
"He said he could not join us tonight, but we are to meet him for lunch
tomorrow."
"Fine. Come, sit, Fox, let me pour you a glass of wine."
Mulder sat down beside Alex on the couch, taking his glass of wine. Alex
and Pendrell reminisced, laughing out loud at jokes. He looked at Marita, her
icy blue gaze scanning the room. She was seated in one of the wing-backed
chairs across from him, Pendrell in the other. She would occasionally glance at
the two men, smiling and joining in the conversation, but not giving any
indication of who she really was or what she was thinking. Finally, Mulder
yawned after hearing the two other men talk for hours about people they knew.
Alex reached over and put his arm around Mulder and gave him a squeeze. Marita
raised her eyebrows and looked at the two men as if to say, "I knew it."
Alex put his wineglass down, "It's late, you must be tired from your
journey. I will take you to your room."
Mulder bid them goodnight and cleaned up after them before making his way
upstairs to the room he shared with Alex. They settled into bed, Mulder
holding Alex in his arms. He kissed his forehead, "You're pretty happy to see
that Pendrell's safe."
Alex sighed, "I tell you, Fox, it is a weight off my mind. I was so worried
about him. I am so happy to see that he is safe."
Mulder hugged him closer, neither man saying what was really on his mind
regarding Marita. He kissed Alex's hair, his hands caressing his back, moving
down to wander across his buttocks. Alex moved his mouth up to greet Mulder's,
biting on his lower lip, sucking it into his mouth.
Mulder moved his hand down and grasped both of their burgeoning erections,
stroking them both into hardness.
Alex gasped as Mulder's thumb went from the head of one of their cocks to
the other, teasing, spreading the pre-cum around. Alex moved his hand down to
join Mulder's, stroking and caressing each other until they both came with a
soft moan on each other's bellies.
Mulder kissed Alex before cleaning them up, Alex returning to his arms to
sleep the night away.
The next day, the four of them toured Buenos Aires, not forgetting to join
Grey for lunch. He was going to take Pendrell and Marita out on Monday to look
at some apartments, neither of them wanting a house.
Later, at dinner, Alex and Pendrell dominated the conversation, gaining
steely glares from Marita. Mulder sensed that Marita didn't like Alex because
he was always stealing Pendrell away to talk to him about something that left
both men giggling uncontrollably. Mulder was genuinely happy that Alex was
having a good time with his friend. He wanted to tell Marita that friendships
like that didn't come along every day and she should be happy for Pendrell, but
he did not. Instead he drank his wine and ate his dinner, watching her fume
through the courses.
When the brandy and dessert came, Mulder rose and went to the kitchen to see
Elena off, making sure that her brother came to pick her up. With her safely
on her way home, he went back to the dining room to find Marita standing before
them, icily stating that she was tired and wanted to go to bed.
Pendrell and Alex both stood, and Pendrell gave her a peck on the cheek,
oblivious of her mood as she stormed out of the room and down the hallway.
Mulder watched Marita leave the dining room and go upstairs. When she left,
it was if the tension had left as well. Sensing Alex and his friend wanted to
talk, he also excused himself and went up to his library, shutting the door
behind him. He opened the window and looked out at the stars, wanting to be
flying up there in his airplane at that particular moment. He didn't like the
feeling that was in this house since she arrived, the underlying tension. He
and Alex had been through so much emotionally these past few months; they
didn't need this right now. Her prima donna attitude would have to change.
With Alex and Pendrell living in the same city, they were bound to be together
a lot. Mulder shook his head. He didn't trust Marita; she was hiding
something, and she had a different agenda than Pendrell. He didn't like her.
He breathed in the sweet night air before settling down in his overstuffed
chair with a book.
Alex and Pendrell walked out the French doors to the patio. Cicadas and
crickets sang their night-time tune as they sat in the wicker chairs that faced
each other.
"You have really made a life here for yourself, haven't you, Alex?"
"The house is very nice, isn't it? Fox picked it out. He loves books and
wanted his own library. The neighbourhood isn't too bad, the people
are...well, they try to be nice. They don't approve of me and Fox; they give
us dirty looks when they think we are not looking. There is one particular
troublemaker across the street. That Russian pig is such an asshole; he is
trying to drive us out of our home."
"He can't do that."
"Well, he is certainly trying. He does not think two men should live
together and we are immoral and wrong. They had a meeting at his house one
night to plan his strategy. I invited him over to discuss the problem, to see
if we could work it out, but he refused. Later, I heard that he moaned to
everyone how he was not going to set foot in our house, lest he be turned into
a homosexual."
"That is quite moronic."
Krycek spat on the ground, "Svoi mat! He is lucky that I have calmed down
since the war. They all are."
Pendrell giggled, trying to make light of the conversation, "Do you still
have that riding crop?"
"No. But if I did, I would not waste it on that filth."
They sat there for a few minutes, not talking. Pendrell was anxious to
change the subject. He did not want his friend angry; this was supposed to be
a good time.
"You are lucky to have found happiness for the second time in your life,
Alex."
"Fox is a great man, and I love him dearly."
"I can see that."
Pendrell offered a cigar to Alex, who accepted. Soon, they were both puffing
on the cigars, the sweet smoke wafting away on the light breeze.
"What is with Marita?" Alex asked.
"What do you mean?"
"The last time I saw you before the war, you had a young man on each arm and
were leading them away for a night of exploration. Now you show up, at my
house, in Argentina no less, with a woman."
"The last time I saw you before the war, you were married with a child.
Then I see you running through the woods with your lover, who was your
prisoner, and then your servant, and who is a man, no less."
"Touche." Alex puffed on his cigar.
"I like her, she's fun. She also sucks cock like a whore."
"That's nice, Sean, the first thing I do when I start a relationship with a
woman is to compare her to a whore."
"We don't have a relationship, it's just fun."
"Fun? You bring her all this way for fun?"
"Actually, we have a deal. She played my girlfriend for the SS, and I
promised to get her out of Germany."
"So it is business?"
"More or less." Pendrell took a long drag on his cigar, blowing it out
slowly. "She's fine for a friend."
"Is she going to leave you soon?"
Pendrell sighed, "Probably. You know I cannot keep a relationship longer
than a few months."
"True. Are you going back to men?"
Pendrell shrugged, "Man, woman, it does not make a difference to me. As
long as I like them, right?"
Alex shrugged and looked up at the stars.
"Don't worry, Alex, I won't try anything with your Fox. I have to tell you
though, he is a very fine looking man."
"Yes, and he is with me, don't you forget it."
"You have never forgiven me, have you?"
"Forgiven you for what? For making my childhood a living hell?" Alex
laughed.
Pendrell snorted, "Need I remind you that you were the one who got me into
trouble all the time? No, I am talking about Berlin and our trip when we were
eighteen. Don't tell me you've forgotten about it? That was the best week of
our lives."
"For you, maybe. You took my date and fucked him right in front of me!"
"Your date? Those two Italian boys? We all left together and were all
going to fuck together, remember?"
"All I got was a handjob! You got to be sandwiched between two Roman gods."
"You passed out! Believe me, we tried to wake you," Pendrell smiled. "I
couldn't let those poor boys go without getting anything, could I? I had to
have them both myself. It was such a hardship."
"Hardship? You loved every second of it."
"Yes, it was a night to remember. For me, anyway. I could hardly wake you
the next morning; you were dead to the world. Finally, you woke up in the
afternoon, all hung over but ready to go out again. The next night you got
lucky with that woman, you shouldn't complain."
"Yes, well, it wasn't the same, was it?"
Pendrell sighed then giggled to himself lightly. "The things we did when we
were young."
"That we will never do again."
"Tell me about Fox, Alex. Is this it? Is he the one?"
"Yes, he is. I cannot tell you how happy he makes me feel. When I am with
him, it is as if nothing else matters. I told our mutual friend that I haven't
loved anyone this much since my wife, but even that's not true. I've never
loved anyone, not even Gretchen, this much."
"I'm glad. It's about time we both had some happiness in our lives."
Mulder sat there in his library, listening to the two men talk below. He
knew Marita could not hear them as the guest bedroom at the end of the hall
faced the other way. While he was glad that he heard Alex admit his love for
him to his friend, he was uneasy about the conversation about Berlin. Were
Alex and Pendrell lovers at one time? He had noticed the glances from the
neighbors as well, deciding not to mention it to Alex, so his temper wouldn't
get the better of him. He sighed and shook his head, it wasn't fair, hadn't
they left the fascists behind in Germany? He decided not to listen to any
more, left the library, and went to bed.
About an hour later, Alex came to bed to find Mulder reading a book.
"I thought you would be asleep by now, it's late."
"No."
Alex got undressed then slipped in beside Mulder. He could sense that
something was not right.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Yes there is, out with it."
Mulder put the book down and looked at Alex. "I could hear you from the
library."
Alex's tongue snuck out to moisten his lower lip. "Yes? What are you
saying, Fox?"
"Were you and Pendrell ever lovers?"
"Lovers? No, he is like my brother! We may have shared a few conquests,
but I never had sex with him. He is my best friend, I value his friendship,
his companionship, as much as I value what you and I have. Are you jealous?"
"No, I am not jealous, I've been thinking about a few things, that's all. I
am happy that you have Pendrell back in your life, I really am."
"Then what is the problem?"
"There is no problem. I have been thinking about what friendships mean and
what richness they can bring to your life." Mulder looked up at Alex. "I envy
you."
Mulder stood and started to leave the room.
"Fox, where are you going?"
"I need to take care of some things. Don't worry, I won't be long." Mulder
kissed Alex and left the bedroom. He went to his library, shut the door, sat
at his small desk and started writing.
The weeks, then months passed, Alex and Mulder fitting in well with their
business operations. Alex had hosted many events at his hotel, winning the
hearts of wealthy travelers. Pendrell had found an apartment of his own,
Marita leaving him for a wealthy Argentinean man soon after they arrived in
Buenos Aires. Pendrell worked for Alex, helping him arrange the banquets and
meetings that were held there. The three men often did things together
socially, but Pendrell also let Alex and Mulder have their space.
Sadly, except for Pendrell and Malcolm Grey, Mulder and Alex had no other
friends. The German community had closed ranks against them as soon as it
became known that the two men were lovers, and Alex was growing more and more
frustrated with each passing day. Finally he decided to confront the leader of
the community, one Anton von Richter, a former confidant of Hitler's.
After his meeting with von Richter, Alex went straight home, knowing he
didn't dare go near the hotel in this mood. He expected Fox to still be at the
bookstore and was unpleasantly surprised to find him at home when he arrived.
"Alex!" Mulder smiled, delighted that they both seemed to be free
unexpectedly for the afternoon. It had been far too long since they were able
to just concentrate on each other. His smile faded when he realized that far
from being pleased to see him, Alex could barely keep a snarl from his face.
"What's wrong? Did something happen?"
"Did something happen?" Alex repeated. "Well, now, that depends, Fox. That
depends on whether being told by a man I greatly respect and admire that I can
never accomplish anything, never be accepted by my peers, by men who cannot
even dream of becoming my equal, so long as you are in my bed. Yes," he
snarled, "I think that something happened! And there you are, tripping along
happily with that stupid smile on your face like everything's perfect. Do you
care, do you even realize, that I have given up everything for you?! Of course
not, you're happy so nothing else matters!" he yelled.
Mulder, at first stunned by this unexpected attack, quickly found his anger
outstripping his surprise. "Well, maybe if you stopped treating me like a
not-too-bright child and actually talked to me, I would know what was
happening. And maybe together we could do something about the problem. But
no, you have to be in charge, don't you? God forbid I might actually have an
idea of my own that you didn't think of first!"
"That's not true and you know it, Fox! I've treated you as an equal even
when you didn't want me to! But every time I try to talk to you, we end up
screaming at each other. I fail to see how that could possibly be considered
in any way helpful," he sneered.
"You don't talk to me; you either yell at me or talk down to me. I think
you like me being dependent on you," Mulder snapped, totally ignoring the fact
that Alex was the one who had helped build back his self-confidence. "But if
my presence here is the root of all your problems, there's a simple solution!"
"Yes, that's right, run away. I don't need this. I don't need you!"
Suddenly realizing what they were saying, what their anger and frustration
had driven them to say, both men fell silent. Alex's last words echoed in the
room as they stared at each other in horror. They reached for each other
simultaneously, clinging to each other as if to prevent anyone or anything from
tearing them apart.
"My god, Fox, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I do need you; I love you. I
don't think I could live without you. Please don't leave me; don't ever leave
me. I couldn't bear it if you left me," Alex babbled.
Fox was no more coherent than his lover. "It's not true, Alex, I could never
leave you. I love you so much, please don't send me away."
After a few more seconds of clinging to one another, they slowly separated
just enough to move over to the couch. Alex sprawled in his favorite position,
and Fox nestled into his embrace, still shaken by their argument. Alex stroked
Fox's back continuously, needing the comfort of feeling his lover in his arms.
The fear he'd felt at their words made it clear to him that if it was a choice
between having Fox with him and having the approval of his compatriots, he
could very happily learn to live without other friends.
Eventually Alex calmed enough to wonder why Fox was home in the middle of
the day.
"Oh, the police have cordoned off the street near the store. They found a
prostitute murdered in a nearby alley. Since no one could get to the store
anyway for a while, I decided to just close up and take the afternoon off." He
raised his head to see Alex's face. "But you know the strangest part, Alex? I
actually knew her slightly back home." In response to Alex's clear surprise he
continued, "She worked in the cafeteria at the base where I was stationed. I
have no idea how she ended up here. Her name was Fulton... Fuller...no,
Fowley, Diana Fowley. That's it. The poor woman had been knifed, probably by
a customer who didn't want to pay." He shook his head sadly.
Alex shrugged as best he could with Mulder on top of him. "Strange things
happen, especially during a war. We'll never know how she ended up here." He
took one of Mulder's hands in his, just holding it. The two men lay together,
thinking about the odd twists that fate could take until they dozed off.
Alex thought that everything was settled after that last argument, but he
didn't realize how many problems Mulder was having with the neighbors and the
other Germans in Buenos Aires. Alex was snubbed for being homosexual, but
Mulder was homosexual and an American, the enemy. He was constantly being
insulted and denigrated, and they were starting to add physical assaults. He
didn't want to tell Alex, not wanting to make things more difficult for him,
but he didn't know how much longer he could take this.
After the third day of being tripped as he walked up the street, Mulder was
ready to chew nails. He'd been in a bad mood for the last few days because of
all this, and Alex was starting to ask questions. Today, some of the children
had thrown dog turds at him. They'd missed fortunately, but he wasn't thrilled
to have shit thrown at him.
Mulder was thinking about all of this and getting progressively more morose
when Alex came home. Alex was in an absolutely foul mood after a day where
everything seemed to have gone wrong. People quit without notice; those who
didn't were sick; and the few who actually showed up were completely
incompetent. He really needed a drink. After greeting Mulder, he went
straight to the bar in the corner of the parlor.
"You are so lucky, Fox. You don't have to deal with many people, not like
at the hotel. I'd trade places with you in a minute." Alex began to pour
himself a drink.
"What? I'm lucky? Are you fucking nuts?! Oh yeah, I'm so lucky. Since the
day I was shot down, I've been thrown into a work camp, sent to a prison,
raped, beaten, sexually tortured, abused, dehumanized, nearly abandoned, raped
again, lost my family, friends and home, betrayed my country and had shit
thrown at me!!! Yeah, I'd call that really lucky!! And guess what? Almost every
single thing that's happened to me can be traced back to one causeyou!!" he
snarled at Alex.
Before Alex could say a word, totally shocked by Mulder's unprovoked attack,
Mulder launched himself at him, knocking Alex to the floor and stunning him.
The decanter of whiskey went flying out of his hand and smashed against the
wall, leaving a golden stain to trickle down to the floor. Mulder swung wildly,
hitting Alex again and again. "I hate you! I fucking hate you! I should have
let them kill you, I should have killed you myself!" he sobbed, pounding Alex's
head against the floor. He punched him again, hitting his ribs, his chest, his
cheek, anywhere he could reach.
He rolled to his feet, starting to kick Alex now, hitting him repeatedly in
the ribs, then dropping back down to his knees to punch him some more. His
fists were never still, landing on Alex's chest, his belly, his jaw, his sides;
not a single inch of Alex's body didn't get battered. Mulder looked at him
with blind hatred and started to choke him.
Alex twitched feebly, trying to get away, but too dazed and in too much pain
to move. He clawed at Mulder's hands when they closed around his throat,
gasping Fox's name.
The nearly soundless cry of his name finally penetrated Mulder's fog of
rage, and he released Alex with a cry of anguish. He flung himself away from
the other man, curling into a fetal position in a corner of the room, sobbing
and rocking himself.
Despite the agony pulsing through his entire body, when he regained his
breath, Alex wobbled to his hands and knees and crawled to Fox's side, too
disoriented to stand. He left a trail of blood across the room from the
various scrapes caused by Fox's knuckles and his split lip. His nose was also
dripping blood, but he didn't think it was broken. It didn't hurt quite as
much as the rest of him. He collapsed beside Fox, reaching out to stroke his
face.
Mulder cried out, shaking, and raised his head to look at his lover's bloody
and bruised face. He reached out a trembling hand to touch the battered flesh,
seeing the dazed look in Alex's eyes that told him he probably had a
concussion. He couldn't believe that in as much pain as he had to be, Alex had
dragged himself over to comfort him after Mulder caused him that pain. He
pulled his hand back, afraid of hurting Alex more. Dear God, what did I
do? He couldn't bear to look at Alex, to see the wounds he'd left on him, to see his marred beauty.
Mulder turned away again, sobbing wildly, feeling completely lost and alone.
What was he doing here? Why was he here with this man who'd hurt him so much
instead of at home? He didn't belong here. He'd come because of Alex, but
why? Was he crazy to want to be with someone like Alex? The people around them
were never going to accept their relationship, so they would never have anyone
to depend on but each other. Mulder didn't know if he could trust Alex that
much, enough to make him the center of his world. He didn't think he could walk
away and never see Alex again though. He didn't know what to do.
Mulder rolled over, meeting Alex's eyes again, seeing the blood dripping
down his face and the pain in the green eyes. He felt an unwilling
satisfaction at seeing the damage he'd inflicted. Is this what Alex felt
when he beat me?
Alex stared back at him, his eyes wide with fear. Despite the pain of his
severely bruised throat, he had to ask, "Do you mean it, Fox? Do you hate me?
Because if you do, I want you to finish what you started. Kill me. Because
one way or another, I'm not going to live without you."
Mulder ignored that last statement; he wasn't up to dealing with it. "
Sometimes I don't know if I love you or hate you, Alex. I hate what you did to
me, but it hurts to think about living without you." He turned away.
"I love you, Fox," Alex stopped to catch his breath, his voice still a
painful rasp, "and I swear to you that I will never hurt you again. I'd rather
die."
Mulder stared at him, seeing the damage he had just inflicted in his rage.
And he knew that he didn't want to do that again, didn't want to hurt Alex.
And he especially never again wanted to feel that guilty pleasure that he'd
gotten from hurting Alex. He could taste bile in the back of his throat at the
thought of what he had just done. They were going to get past this somehow
because he wasn't going to give up on them. The person who had hurt him, who
he hated, was another Alex Krycek, the man who had worn the SS uniform. This
Alex would never, could never, do that to him. Mulder knew that this Alex
loved him, and he refused to let his memories of the past ruin their lives. He
forced the images of a tiny prison cell and being beaten with a crop from his
mind. Instead he thought of nights lying together, just holding each other, of
Alex's laughter, of Alex forcing himself to eat something Mulder had cooked.
That was the man he loved and wanted to spend the rest of his life with. "I
love you, Alex."
That was enough for Alex, and he lay his head in Mulder's lap, nestling
close. Mulder tentatively placed a hand on his head, gently stroking his hair
when Alex didn't pull away. They remained like that for a long time, Alex
drifting in and out of consciousness while Mulder held him. Mulder kissed the
bruises and scrapes that began to form on his lover's face and neck over and
over again, wishing he could wipe away the marks of his rage. Eventually
Mulder woke Alex and urged him to his feet so he could help him upstairs.
Alex opened a bruised eye and looked at Mulder, wondering if this was all
just a bad dream. Coughs wracked his body as he moved, blood coming out of his
mouth. Mulder put his handkerchief up to Alex's mouth to wipe the blood and
spittle off of his chin. Alex held on to Mulder for a minute until the room
stopped spinning. He could only nod his head slightly to indicate that he was
ready to try to move, and both men slowly walked out of the room and up the
stairs.
Mulder was biting his lip, and sweat had broken out all over his body.
What have I done? ran through his mind like a mantra as he helped his
bruised partner up the stairs. An eternity later, they made it up to their
room, Mulder gingerly placing Alex on the bed. He ran to get a warm cloth,
which he used to wash Alex's face.
Slowly, he undressed his lover, tears springing to his eyes when he saw the
bruising that covered most of Alex's body. They fell in heavy drops on the bed
as Alex lost consciousness again, leaving his body limp and unmoving. "I'm
sorry, Alex. God, I'm sorry," Mulder whimpered as he removed the remainder of
Alex's clothing. He pulled up the covers and kissed Alex gently on the
forehead before going back into the bathroom.
Mulder sat on the closed lid of the toilet, miserable and crying. He never
ever wanted to feel again like he felt today. The sudden rush of adrenaline
and almost joy at beating another man, his lover no less, to a pulp. His tears
dried up and anger replaced his sadness, "Fox Mulder, you are one stupid
asshole."
He stood and washed his face, the anger and self-hatred still welling up
inside him. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, sneering at himself.
"Fuck you." With that, he punched the mirror, breaking it into large shards
that shattered in the sink. The blood flowed red as Mulder relished the pain,
pain that would cover the hurt he felt inside. He stood there and watched the
blood drip freely onto the bits of mirror in the sink. Calmly, he rinsed off
his hand and inspected itonly superficial wounds. He wrapped his hand in a
towel, securing it well so it would not come undone, before returning to the
bedroom.
Alex was awake again when he got there, and at his insistence Mulder slid in
beside him, and Alex snuggled against his side, trying to get as much contact
as possible. After Alex fell asleep, Mulder lay watching him all night, never
sleeping. He swore that nothing like this night would ever happen again, that
he would never hurt Alex again.
That blow up seemed to truly signal Mulder's return to himself because after
nursing Alex back to health, he settled down, arguing with Alex when they
didn't agree, showing an incredibly stubborn side, but never again exploding
into that bone-deep rage. They'd weathered the storm, and they were stronger
for it.
One day, Mulder received a letter. He recognized the handwriting
immediately and tore open the envelope to reveal the letter inside. A smile
crossed his face and a happy sigh left his lips as he read the letter. He
looked at his watch; Alex was at the hotel until late tonight, so he would have
to tell him the news later.
Mulder was sitting on the bed, reading, clad in only his robe when Alex
entered the room.
"Hello, my love." Alex bent down and kissed Mulder on the lips, lingering
for a second. "You don't know how good that feels."
"Hard day?"
Alex stood up again, raking his fingers through his hair. "The dignitaries
from Brazil, Chile and Colombia arrived today. I had the staff bend over
backwards for them all, but nothing was good enough. The services they want,
they don't want to pay for, and then when someone does something they actually
like, they don't tip!"
Mulder looked at Alex pace the room, gesturing wildly with his hands. "How
long are they here for?"
"A week!"
Mulder started laughing, "You wanted this hotel so bad."
"Don't remind me." Alex stopped pacing and started to get undressed. "Tell
me about your day, let me hear some good news."
"I sold some books, came home, ate dinner alone, came to bed, nothing
special."
"Hmmm, is that all?" Alex padded to the bathroom in his robe to wash his
face. Mulder followed behind him, leaning against the door frame.
"Actually, I got a letter today."
"A letter? From who? Is it good news."
"It's good for me."
Alex finished washing his face and began to towel off. "What do you mean?"
"It was from Dana."
"Dana? Who's...oh, Dana." Alex faced Mulder, his arms crossed in front of
his chest.
"Yes."
"How did she find you?"
"Actually, I wrote her a few months ago. Looking at you and Pendrell
reunited made me miss Dana terribly. I couldn't let her think I was dead or
missing in action. I told her everything that happened in the war, the prison,
us escaping to Argentina."
"Everything?!" Alex exclaimed, sounding horrified.
"Oh. No, not everything. I didn't give her any details about when I was
in prison. I didn't want her to hate you. I just wanted to let her know that
I was happy and well. What I didn't count on though, was that she wants to
visit."
"Visit, here?"
"Yes, she actually arrives in two days."
"Two days!"
"The post is not as fast as we anticipated it to be."
"I suppose you want her to stay with us?" Alex snapped.
"Yes, I do. Unless you want to put her up in your precious hotel for free."
Mulder snapped back.
"I don't know about this, Fox. I don't know her. How can you let a
stranger into our home?"
"It was fine when Pendrell and Marita stayed here. I didn't know either of
them!"
"That's different."
Mulder laughed, "How is it different? I think you're jealous."
"I am not jealous."
"Yes you are, you've always been jealous of Dana. How can you be jealous of
someone that I have not seen in over a year?"
Alex sighed and started to pace throughout the bathroom. "How do I know you
won't fall in love with her again when you see her?"
"I keep telling you, Alex, we were best friends. I only asked her to marry
me because her mother told her that men and women can't be friends. She
understood all that. We just wanted to be together; we had no one else, only
each other. I didn't even sleep with her! I barely kissed her!"
Alex snorted and leaned back against the sink.
"Alex, for months you have been telling me that you love me, that you are
mine. Well, have you listened when I have told you that I love you? Don't you
believe me?"
Krycek looked at the tiles on the floor; Mulder was right. He looked back
up at his lover, seeing the sincerity in his face. "Yes, I believe you. You
are right, I'm being silly."
Mulder crossed the small space to where Alex was standing. "I like it when
you're silly. Your eyes get all scrunched up in the middle, and you start to
flare your nostrils."
Alex laughed, "Do I?"
Mulder wrapped his arms around his lover and kissed him. "Yes you do, and I
love it." Mulder kissed Alex again, nibbling on his lower lip. He ground
their hips together, feeling their hardness through their robes. With one
swift movement, Mulder had both of them undone and falling to the floor.
Mulder kissed Alex one more time before spinning him around to brace himself
against the sink. Alex leaned over, anticipating what was going to happen
next. Mulder gently indicated to Alex to spread his legs while he searched in
the open medicine cabinet for the petroleum jelly. He found what he was
looking for and slammed the cabinet shut, suddenly looking into Alex's eyes in
the reflection.
Mulder smirked at the reflection in the mirror, only their heads could be
seen. He coated two fingers with the lube and started to caress Alex's
opening, teasing with a few circular movements before plunging a finger into
the heat.
Alex moaned at the sensation and bit his lip. He fought in vain not to buck
back to embed the fingers farther into him, losing the battle after a few
minutes.
Mulder took Alex's movements as a sign that he was ready and started to
enter his cock into Alex's tight opening. He spread Alex's cheeks apart
farther with his fingers, giving him full access to his ass.
"Yes, Fox, yes."
Mulder slid in to the hilt, not wasting any time. He needed to feel his
lover in his arms, crying, begging for more. He met Alex's gaze in the mirror,
the green a bare rim around the pupil. Mulder began to move in and out of
Alex, holding his gaze while he bent forward to nibble on his earlobe.
Alex held onto the sink, leaning forward some more to give Mulder better
access. He felt Mulder quicken his pace, thrusting into him with need.
Mulder started slamming into Alex, his arms wrapped tightly around him,
moaning into his ear. He moved one hand down to grab on to Alex's cock,
stroking it with his thrusts, using his thumb to rub just under the head.
Alex was the first to go over the edge, his eyes closing as he reached his
peak. He came on the side of the sink, his cum dripping down onto the tile
below.
Mulder was not far behind, his balls tightening for a brief second then
releasing his fluid into Alex. He thrust a half dozen times more before
stilling himself. He rested his head upon Alex's shoulder, his arms still
holding him tightly. After a few minutes, he disengaged himself from Alex who
turned to kiss him deeply. They cleaned up the bathroom, then themselves
before tumbling into bed.
Alex watched Mulder pace in the small guest area on the tarmac at the
airport. They had been here for half an hour, waiting for the airplane that
would bring Dana. He leaned against the wall of the hangar, arms folded,
collar turned up against the wind. Both men were dressed in camel hair coats,
leather gloves and fedoras. A cold snap had hit this July, and it was chilly.
"I hope she brought a coat. I should have told her the seasons are reversed
down here. What if she gets cold?"
"Fox, relax. You didn't know she was coming until two days ago, you could
not have reached her, even if you wanted to. It's only cold to us because it's
usually very hot here, to her it will probably seem very warm. Besides which,
she is presumably an intelligent woman. She will know that the seasons are
reversed in the southern hemisphere."
Mulder stopped pacing for a second to think of what Alex just said but then
continued to move back and forth across the small area.
Alex closed his eyes for a minute, "If she needs anything, we can just buy
it for her."
"Right, you're right. We can buy her a coat." Mulder stopped pacing and
turned to Alex, "Should we get her one now? Do you think there's time?"
Alex grabbed Mulder by the arms and looked him in the eye, "Fox, if you
don't calm down, I'm going to have to do something drastic."
Mulder bit his lower lip. He hoped Scully liked Alex; hell, he hoped Scully
still liked him! Alex was right; he had to calm down, getting nervous wasn't
doing him any good.
Alex released his grip on Mulder, who turned away and immediately started
pacing again. Finally, they could hear a plane overhead, the prop engines
droning in the crisp winter air. They watched as the plane landed, then taxied
to the waiting area. It seemed to take forever for the props to stop turning,
enabling the ground crew to bring the stairs over to the door.
Mulder held back from running right up the stairs and into the plane. His
heart pounded as he watched the door open, and the people started filing out.
There were two women in front of Dana. He recognized her right away, her red
hair glowing in the late afternoon sunshine. She looked up, saw him, and waved
her hand from the stairs. Mulder strode out of the waiting area and walked
briskly across the tarmac. Dana also walked quickly towards Mulder.
Alex's stomach began to turn into a big knot when he saw Mulder grab Dana
into his arms and twirl her around once before putting her down. Alex noticed
that she was much shorter than he was, Mulder had to bend considerably to hold
their embrace. He also noticed that she was an extremely attractive woman, far
more so than he'd expected from Mulder's description of his 'friend.' Then
Mulder kissed her, on the lips, no less, lingering a little longer than Alex
thought was appropriate. They broke the kiss and hugged again.
The passengers getting off the plane stole a look at Mulder and Dana, giving
each other knowing smiles.
Alex held back his emotions as he watched the display, clearing his throat
and adjusting his fedora. He promised himself he wouldn't get jealous and
start a scene, but that kiss did something to him. He closed his eyes and
quelled his inner rage for a few seconds; when he opened them, they were
walking towards him.
She was quite attractive in her blonde cashmere coat with matching hat.
Alex noticed her shoes matched her handbag and gloves. She is at least
stylish.
Mulder was beaming as he held Dana's hand and walked towards Alex. He had
been waiting for the day when the only two people that mattered to him could
finally meet.
"Dana Scully, this is Alex Krycek."
"How do you do, " Scully said, offering her hand.
Alex held her hand and gently shook it, smiling as he did so. "It's an
honour to meet you, Miss Scully. I've heard so much about you."
Dana smiled back, but there was something in her eyes that indicated her
guard was up. Alex told himself that it was to be expected as he let go of her
hand.
They enlisted a porter to help them with Dana's luggage, barely fitting it
all in the trunk of Alex's car. Alex tipped the porter and watched him leave
with his cart. Alex closed his eyes for a moment and tried not to think of
what he had just seen: his Fox with his hand in the small of Dana's back,
leading her through the crowded terminal, guiding her as if she was his wife.
He could hear them laughing in the back seat of the car, he to play chauffeur
to them for the journey home. He took a deep breath and finally slammed the
trunk then went around to the driver's side and got in the car.
"Oh, Fox, really. He's not that bad."
"He's an idiot, Dana, I can't believe you let him take you to the movies!"
"What was I supposed to do? Every other man between the ages of seventeen
and fifty was off fighting the war!"
"But, he's so....weird."
"Actually, he's very smart."
Alex pursed his lips together as he eased out of the parking lot and down
the road; this was going to be a long month. All the way home, Mulder and
Scully, as he called her when he wanted to annoy her, chatted and droned on
about people Alex didn't know about, laughing about things that he didn't
understand. Finally, they were home, and he was rid of her sing-song laugh for
a minute, while he and Fox lugged her suitcases up to the guest room.
They left her to get freshened up and ready for supper, which would be in
about an hour. Elena had prepared Turkey mole for their guest, a specialty in
her family. Mulder himself watched Elena prepare the mole, grinding the sesame
seeds, almonds and chiles into a delicious paste that would compliment the
turkey.
Alex flopped down in one of the wing-backed chairs, watching Mulder fix
himself a drink.
"I'll have a double."
"So, what do you think of her? Isn't she great?"
"Yes, she is very nice, and very attractive. I do think, however, that you
two talk too much. I have no idea what you are saying half the time."
Mulder brought over their drinks and sat across from Alex on the couch. "Do
you feel left out?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do."
"Now you know how I felt when Pendrell first arrived." Mulder took a sip of
his drink.
Alex raised the glass to his lips, then put it on the table as what Mulder
said to him hit him full force. He licked his lips and looked up at Mulder who
had a shit eating grin on his face. Alex leaned back and crossed his arms
across his chest. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I knew that you hadn't seen your friend in a long time, and I
didn't want to ruin it for you." Mulder took another sip of his drink,
swallowing before he started laughing.
Alex tried to be cross with Mulder but failed miserably; he started
smirking, "That is not funny. You should have told me you were uncomfortable."
"And have you call me insecure? No way."
Alex grabbed for his drink again, downing it before standing up to fix
himself another. He pointed at Mulder, "I'm going to get you for that."
"Oh, I'm scared." Mulder finished his drink and handed the glass to Alex
for another. He was still giggling when Scully walked in the room.
"Did I interrupt something?" she said hesitantly.
Mulder stood to greet her, "No." He kissed her on the cheek then sat her
down beside him on the couch.
Alex was still standing at the bar, squeezing the ice tongs in his hand so
hard that his knuckles showed white. Calm down, Alex. He took a deep
breath then smiled, "Drink?"
"Yes, please, whatever you're having."
Alex brought their drinks over to the coffee table, sitting across from them
in the wing-backed chair. They had started giggling and talking about people
he didn't know again. They asked each other a million questions, Scully
fascinated that Mulder spoke Spanish. She made him promise to teach her all
that he knew. All night this went on, Alex smiling at them, nodding at their
laughter. He admitted their friendship was purely platonic, Mulder not holding
back his language or bad jokes just because she was a woman. Still, he felt
the jealousy well up inside him like a sickness.
He excused himself early and went to bed, having an early start the next
morning. Later, he felt Mulder come to bed and lie beside him, snuggling next
to him, spreading kisses along the back of his neck. He sighed and snuggled
back, sleep claiming him once again.
The next day, Alex was out of the house before Mulder or Scully got up. He
had to prepare for a breakfast meeting of some of Buenos Aires' most prominent
businessmen, of which he was one despite the problems he was still experiencing
with some of them because of his relationship with Mulder. He kissed Mulder on
the head, wanting so much to get back under the warm covers and nibble on
Mulder's pouty lower lip. Instead, he left the room, got on his hat and coat
and went off to work.
Mulder had his assistant Henri running the shop for the remaining two days
of the week, giving him and Scully time to catch up. He met her in the kitchen
for breakfast, Elena cooking Huevos Rancheros, a treat that he loved so much.
"She is so skinny, Senor Mulder, are all American girls so skinny?"
"Most of them."
Elena clucked her tongue against the top of her mouth and muttered something
about bearing children and needing hips.
Mulder nearly rolled his eyes but did not for fear that Elena would catch
him. She had scolded him and Alex many times for being rude in her presence.
She even cuffed Alex upside the head once for a rude remark made at the dinner
table. He watched her bustle around the kitchen; she was beaming that they
finally had a woman living in the house with them. He knew what she was
thinking, but she was going to get an awful surprise when Scully went back to
America.
Elena offered up a small prayer to God to help turn Senor Mulder around and
marry this woman, even if her hips were small.
After breakfast, Scully went upstairs to freshen up, while Mulder waited for
her in the parlor. She came downstairs soon after.
"What do you want to do today?"
"I was hoping you would quit stalling and tell me what's going on here."
"What do you mean, Scully?" Mulder tried to play innocent, but she wouldn't
have any of it.
"We need to talk about what happened to you and why you are here, living
with this man. And don't call me Scully."
Mulder sighed and motioned for them to sit outside on the patio. It had
warmed up considerably from yesterday, and he suddenly could use some fresh
air. They sat in the wicker chairs, facing each other.
"You know, it's such a long story, Dana, I'm not sure you want to hear it
all."
She sat back, folded her arms across her chest and raised one of her
eyebrows. "I'm here for a month, I have the time."
Mulder sighed, "You want me to tell you everything?"
"Everything." Scully looked at her watch "You'd better get going, you've
already wasted 30 seconds."
"C'mon, Dana, it's not for the faint of heart." He looked at her, trying to
use his best downfallen expression.
"Fox, when have you ever known me to be faint of heart? I tell you
everything. I even told you about Frohike."
"True." Mulder chewed on his lower lip for a second while he thought about
the gravity of what he was about to reveal to her. "I want you to promise to
remain calm until I'm finished the whole story, okay?"
"I promise." She looked at her watch again, "One minute and counting."
"Okay, but you asked for it."
Mulder licked his lips and began from when he was shipped overseas. He told
her about the bombing runs that were no more than routine flights for him,
returning to England afterwards for beer and pats on the back. The mood in
England was high, almost jovial. No one doubted they would win the war, and
every man who fought was a hero. Then the awful day came when his plane was
shot down, and he had to jump out of his burning bomber with a parachute
strapped to his back, and little else for survival. Her eyes grew wide as he
told her of his attempts to reach France, the cold and rain hampering his
efforts. He almost made it, but was captured by the Germans instead.
They were interrupted once by Elena who brought them a pot of tea and a
plate of baked goods, before returning to her home to cook the mid-day meal for
her family.
Mulder poured the tea and continued to tell his tale. His descriptions of
the camps and the conditions made her reel in horror and wonder aloud how human
beings could treat each other this way. Then came the prison. Mulder
hesitated, chewing on his lower lip for a minute before he told her what
tortures he was subjected to and who did it to him. He tried to make it clear
that Alex had just been doing his job, but he knew she probably wouldn't be
able to understand that.
Mulder watched as Scully turned a paler shade of white with each description
of what Alex had done to him. Her mouth was open and he swore she was
trembling when he explained about the deals he had made with Alex for food,
cigarettes and water. She shook her head when he described how he was turned
into his servant, and the tenderness that followed. He noticed she was now
getting angry, the initial shock over. He related how he shot the two American
soldiers to defend his lover and how Alex's friend, Pendrell, helped them
escape. Two spots of red showed high on her cheeks as he described the horrors
on the ship and their subsequent arrival here in Argentina.
His tone changed and his voice softened as he spoke of Alex trying to help
him with his anxieties, his fears. How the nightly deprogramming sessions had
made him a stronger man. He did not leave out the arguments, or the fights
that they had as their relationship progressed. He ended his tale by telling
Scully how much he loved Alex, and how they planned to spend the rest of their
lives together.
They sat in silence for a few minutes before Scully took a deep breath and
began to speak. "Fox, while I am happy that you are alive and well after such
an ordeal, I have to ask you with complete sincerity if you are out of your
mind!"
Mulder looked down at the small table between them, his heart sinking when
he heard those words. While he didn't expect her to embrace what he had just
told her, he didn't want her to be so angry.
Scully collected her thoughts and calmed down before speaking again. "When
you told me in your letter that you had fallen in love with another man, I was
against the idea. I was taught that men don't lie together, that it is a sin.
I didn't know who I could talk to about this, about what had happened to you.
I finally decided to consult my priest who also said it was a sin. He told me
to pray for you and to feel sorry for you, because you have fallen. I didn't
dare tell my mother; she is still grieving for Melissa who had been killed in
France working as a nurse just before you left for Europe. She was heartbroken
when you were put on the MIA list; she sobbed for days that there would be no
wedding. For weeks, I wondered what would lead you to this decision to be with
another man. I wondered if it was something I did, something to drive you
away. Then one night, I had a dream. I dreamt that Missy came to see me, and
she said that you were safe and in love and I should be happy for you. That's
when I decided to write you the letter and come to see you. I needed to see
for myself that you are genuinely happy, that this is not some sort of
temporary phase."
Scully stopped talking for a minute and traced the rim of her tea cup with
her finger. "My mother, by the way, thinks that you are in a hospital with
amnesia. It would kill her if she knew the truth. Thank god she has a house
full of grandchildren and a daughter-in-law to take care of while Bill is at
sea to keep her mind off of this."
Mulder winced when Scully told him that she had lied for him. She never
lied for anyone.
She took another deep breath. "Slowly, I came to realize that your
happiness means more to me than the prejudices I may have inside. I can accept
your relationship with a man, but not this man. Fox, you are living with the
man who raped you and beat you and kept you as a pet for his own pleasure; have
you gone mad?"
"Dana, it's...it's not like that anymore, Alex is different now." He saw
her face change from composed anger to rage.
"I can't believe I'm hearing this. Fox, he tortured people for a living!"
"It was war, Dana. If you get right down to it, the bombs I dropped probably
killed hundreds, maybe thousands, more people than he did. So which of us is
worse?"
"You were a soldier doing your duty. He looked into people's eyes and
killed them!" Like so many people, Dana apparently believed that killing from a
distance was somehow cleaner, more humane, than up close. "But even aside from
that, you fell in love with your captor; it's not right. He forced you into
this relationship."
"He didn't force me into anything; as a matter of fact, he made it well
known that I could leave at any time. I know it sounds strange, but Alex
really does care for me. Why do you think he worked so hard to get me out of
prison?"
"So he could have you when he wanted you and not have his superiors looking
over his shoulder! Why do you think that he moved you into his house?"
"So he could protect me."
Scully snorted, "Bullshit."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me, bullshit!"
Mulder was too shocked to say anything. Whereas she was used to hearing
profanity, she rarely let those words pass her lips. He knew he should not
have told her; he knew she wouldn't understand. He also knew that Alex was not
going to be happy about this. He put his head in his hands and looked down at
his shoes for a good five minutes before speaking again.
"Look, Dana, I really want you to understand. I really want you to see that
Alex is a good man. We went over everything that happened together and agreed
that the past is the past. Yes, agreed, he was a bastard, but he is not a
bastard anymore. He loves me, Dana, and I love him. Unfortunately, whatever
you say isn't going to change my mind. I am dedicated to him."
Scully got out of her chair and went back inside the house.
Mulder sat there for a minute until he heard the front door slam. He ran
through the house and out the front door, catching up with her as she put on
her coat and hat. She was walking quickly down the street, ignoring Mulder's
presence beside her.
"Where are you going?"
"Leave me alone."
"Dana, don't leave, don't be this way, let's talk." He grabbed her arm.
She stopped and looked down at his hand on her arm, then back at him. "Fox,
if you want to keep your male anatomy intact, I suggest you let go of my arm.
Now!"
Mulder quickly let go of her, shocked again that words of that nature would
pass her lips. He watched her storm off down the street for a few minutes,
until he put his hands in his pockets and turned towards his house, noticing
the curtains in various windows along the street ruffling shut. Great, more
rumours and gossip for them to spread.
Two hours later, Elena returned to cook the evening meal, finding Mulder
sitting by himself in the parlor. She made him a cup of coffee and patted him
on the head, not wanting to know what happened between him and his lady friend.
She sighed to herself and offered another silent prayer before starting the
preparations.
Mulder was getting worried. Alex would be home soon, and he didn't want to
have to explain what had happened. Finally, she came back and went up to her
room, shutting the door behind her. Mulder knocked on her door.
"Dana? Are you alright?"
"Fox, I need to think about what is going on here. I want to be alone."
Mulder bit his lower lip again and cursed silently. "Okay. Do you want
anything?"
"No. I can't eat. Please, just leave me alone."
"Okay. If you need anything, just ask..."
Silence.
Mulder turned and went downstairs to pour himself a stiff shot of scotch.
What the hell was he going to tell Alex? Might as well start with the truth.
He sat Alex down when he got home from work and confessed what he told Scully.
He was not pleased.
"What ever possessed you to tell her such things!" Alex hissed at him.
"Pendrell doesn't even know those things!"
"I wanted to come clean, to tell her the truth. I've never lied to her
before, and I wasn't going to start now."
"This is different. That was a crazy...fucked up time that no one will
understand except those that were there."
Mulder sat on the couch, his head in his hands. Alex paced for a minute,
his hands clenching and unclenching before sitting down beside Mulder and
rubbing his back. While he understood Mulder's need to tell the truth, he was
still angry at him for revealing their private secrets. They decided that now
that it was out in the open, there was nothing they could do about it.
They hardly ate their dinner, gaining disapproving looks from Elena, then
went to bed early, the events turning over and over in Mulder's mind, keeping
him awake. Finally, he got up and went to his library to read, falling asleep
in the overstuffed chair.
Alex woke up alone in the middle of the night. He felt the sheets beside
him; they were cold. He struggled on with his robe and padded down the hallway
to where he knew Mulder would be. He shook his shoulder, "Fox. Fox, wake up."
Mulder looked up at Alex, reaching up to grab the hand that was at his
shoulder.
Alex sunk down beside Mulder's chair and put his head on his lap. "Come to
bed; I cannot sleep without you beside me."
Mulder stroked Alex's hair, tracing his fingers along the outline of his
ear. He loved Alex's ears; they were small and tapered at the ends, and they
fit his face so perfectly. "I keep thinking about Dana. She hates me."
"I'm sure she does not hate you. Don't punish yourself for my wrongdoings,
Fox; she is mad at me, not you."
"She is mad at me for loving you."
Alex squeezed Mulder's legs as he spoke into Mulder's lap. "I can see why
she would question our relationship; it did not start out in a normal way.
Nothing about us seems to be normal in other people's eyes."
"I think we're normal."
"As do I, but you know how people let their prejudices, hatred and
misunderstandings blind them."
Mulder sighed, heavy tears about to fall any minute. "I want her to accept
me, to accept us."
"Fox, you are not going to change people's attitude's overnight, we have
witnessed that first hand. Unfortunately, all you can do is wait and hope that
eventually she accepts you for who you are."
Mulder was weeping now, the tears falling on Alex's head. "All I ever
wanted was my friend back. I wanted what you and Pendrell have; you got
reacquainted and slid right back into the routines that you had before the war.
I missed Dana so much; I wanted to share our happiness with her. And now...now
I fear that I've lost her forever."
Alex moved up to sit in Mulder's lap, his arms around him, rocking him
gently. He kissed his hair and squeezed him tight. "Ssssshhh, don't cry, my
love." He was silent for a moment, "I wish I could do something, Fox. I wish
I could take your pain away." Tears sprang to Alex's eyes as he listened to
his lover sob.
He rocked Mulder some more and kissed his forehead, "You know, Fox, Pendrell
understands because he was there. He does not question our actions, because he
had to face the horrors of war as well. Dana, however, is just experiencing it
now, as many other people are. For the first time, people are coming home from
the war and telling their families and loved ones first hand what really
happened. It is shocking to the person who has not seen it for themselves. We
should never forget what happened, yet at the same time, we should not let what
happened control our lives. We have understood that and moved on. You need to
give her time, Fox, time to analyze what happened to you and what you have
become. I am sorry to say though that she may never accept you, or me for that
matter; it's up to her."
Mulder sniffled and wiped his nose on his sleeve.
"Tell you what, Fox. If she wants to stay, she is more than welcome to stay
in our home; I will never turn her away. But if she wants to go, you should
let her go. And, alternatively, if she wants to stay in Argentina, but not in
this house, I have a suite at the hotel she may use."
"Thank you."
"Nonsense, anything to make my love happy again. Look at you, your
beautiful eyes are so red and sullen. I cannot bear to see you unhappy. My
beautiful Fox, I love you so much." He kissed Mulder, his face swollen from
his crying. "I will talk to Dana, if you like."
"No," Mulder sniffed. "No, don't. I want to work this out with her myself.
Tomorrow I'll ask her if she wants to go home."
Alex kissed Mulder's lips again, "I hope she stays. I know how much she
means to you."
They sat together, embraced until Alex stood up. "Come, Fox, let's go to
bed. Maybe things will be better in the morning." Alex took Mulder's hand and
led him down the hallway to their bedroom, shutting the door behind them.
Dana Scully hid in the shadows in the hallway, tear tracks staining her
face. She too wanted Mulder to be happy, but she couldn't let Alex into her
heart. Those things Mulder told her were just too much to bear. She silently
walked back to her bedroom and shut the door, lying on her bed until morning.
Alex had left for work early again, wanting to give Fox and Dana some space.
He hid in his office, not wanting to talk to anyone until Pendrell came in.
When he finally did, he took one look at his friend and started to worry.
Alex's eyes were red-rimmed, his face was puffy, and it looked like he didn't
sleep a wink last night, which was the truth.
"Alex, are you okay?" Pendrell sat down in the chair across from him,
concern in his eyes.
Alex put his head in his hands and sighed miserably, "No."
"What's the matter? Did something happen to Fox?"
"No, not exactly. He told his friend Dana everything about our life in
Germany, which she is not pleased about. Now, she is angry with him for
staying with me, and very angry with me for doing those things to her friend.
She does not understand."
"He told her everything? The camps, the prison, the escape?"
"Everything. Including how we met and every single thing that happened
between us while he was my prisoner. He wanted to be honest with his friend."
Pendrell let out a whistle and sat there looking at his miserable friend.
While they never shared the intimate details of what they did to whom, Pendrell
knew Alex was ruthless with Mulder. He had heard that he had done terrible
things to him in exchange for food and cigarettes. When he found out that they
were lovers, he was shocked, but that wore off quickly. He had known Alex all
of his life and knew that once he had made up his mind to do something, nothing
was going to stop him. He also knew that if he loved someone, he loved them
with an intense fierceness and passion.
Pendrell let out his breath, "It does take some getting used to, seeing you
two together after what happened."
Alex sighed again, "I told Fox to give her some time, maybe she will come
around."
They sat there in silence for a few minutes before Pendrell spoke, "Tell you
what? Why don't I come over for dinner tonight, to break the ice, maybe I can
lighten the burden of you having to talk to her."
"You just want a free meal."
"I am getting sick of restaurant food."
Alex grinned. He felt so lucky to have such a good friend, "Okay, come
distract us all from our problems, even if it will only be for a couple of
hours."
Mulder came downstairs to find Scully in the kitchen drinking coffee. He
had actually gotten some rest, falling asleep just before Alex got up to go to
work. He poured himself a mug of coffee and sat down across from her at the
table, sunlight streaming through the window, making her hair glow in a red
halo around her head.
"Where's Elena?"
"She said she was going to start on the laundry. There are muffins if you
want one for breakfast."
"Thank you." Mulder took a few sips of coffee before he decided to speak,
"Look, Dana, if you want to leave, I'll understand..."
"Fox, wait," she cut him off. "I did some thinking last night. When you
told me all the terrible things Alex had done to you, I was so angry. I was
angry at him for doing them to you, I was angry at you for being with him, I
was angry there was ever a war. I'm not pleased that you are living with Alex,
but if it is what you want, then I can't stop you."
Mulder looked up at her with tears in his eyes, "Thank you."
"Fox, I want you to do something for me, I want you to look me in the eye
and tell me you love him."
Mulder looked across into Dana's eyes, "I love him with all my heart."
Scully knew he was telling the truth. She reached across and squeezed his
hand for a moment, then let go. "It's almost noon, why don't you get dressed
and take me somewhere nice for lunch?"
"Gee, Scully, you're getting a little pushy. Shouldn't you let the man ask
you out to lunch?"
"Hmph, if I did that, I'd probably starve to death, and don't call me
Scully. By the way, I'm not going anywhere until you show me every inch of
this city."
Mulder snickered to himself as he finished his coffee. He then went
upstairs to change. He was glad Scully had thought about things. That was the
great thing about her, she was very analytical; she thought things through and
looked at them from every angle before making a decision. He just hoped she
wouldn't hate Alex for the rest of her life.
They went for lunch and shopped the rest of the day, slowly winding their
way down the streets, taking their time. He wanted to stop in and say hi to
Alex, but Mulder thought better of it. He didn't want to ruin the mood.
They were in the parlor when Alex came home from work. He greeted them,
telling them and Elena that Pendrell would be joining them for dinner. Mulder
followed him when he went upstairs to change.
"How was your day? You look terrible."
"Thank you, I love you too." Alex gave Mulder a kiss. "I'm just tired.
How was your day?"
"Interesting."
"I see you both are talking to each other."
"She's still mad at you, but she wants me to be happy, so she has called a
truce."
"Thank god for that. I don't care if she hates me, but I don't want you to
suffer because of it."
"I don't want her to hate you, though."
"Like I said last night, she will need time."
Alex hugged Mulder, grateful that he and Dana had worked things out.
Earlier today, he had been debating whether to start working late nights to
avoid confrontation. He was glad that it wasn't going to come to that since he
didn't want to give up his time with Mulder. "Look, I have an hour before
Pendrell gets here, I am going to lie down until then. Please give my regards
to Dana and wake me when he gets here, okay?"
Mulder kissed Alex and left him in their room to rest while he went back
downstairs. Pendrell arrived an hour later with a bottle of wine. Mulder led
him into the parlor, where he stopped still in his tracks.
"Dana Scully, meet Sean Pendrell."
Scully held out her hand, "It's nice to meet you."
Pendrell grabbed Scully's hand and kissed it, causing her to raise her
eyebrow. He held her hand for some time before dropping it. Mulder noticed
that Pendrell was sweating and was unusually quiet. Finally, Pendrell found
his voice, "It is a great pleasure to meet you."
Pendrell shoved the bottle of wine at Mulder and sat down beside Scully on
the couch. Mulder put the bottle of wine on the bar and went to fetch Alex,
leaving Pendrell and Scully to get acquainted, making small talk. Soon the
four of them were around the dinner table, Pendrell being quite the gentleman,
pouring wine for Scully, holding out her chair for her when they sat down. He
was practically ignoring Mulder and Alex as he chatted with Dana.
Mulder and Alex traded glances over the dinner table, watching Pendrell
trying to woo Scully.
"Sean, that's not very German, is it?" she asked.
"My mother is Irish."
"His mother isn't Irish, she's a sadist," Alex said.
"What do you mean?" Scully asked.
"She would make life miserable for poor Sean, making him do all sorts of
chores as punishment for the smallest of infractions."
"She was very strict."
"Strict! She made Ghengis Kahn look like a choirboy!"
Pendrell looked at Alex, his eyes narrowing into a glare. He knew he was
trying to throw him off his plans to charm Scully.
"My mother was from Ireland. She met my father when he was working there as
a farm hand. When they got married, they went back to his native Germany to
live. She was a very angry woman..."
"That's an understatement."
Pendrell threw Alex a look that could have killed him. Alex took a sip of
wine and let his friend continue, his eyes mocking him.
"She was very angry for many reasons. She missed her home in Ireland, she
produced seven girls then waited five years after the last girl before I came
along. They wanted a boy so badly, they just kept trying until they got one.
My father died when I was young, leaving her with eight children to raise by
herself. She had a lot to be bitter about."
"Seven girls?" Scully asked.
"Yes, and they all took after their father, large boned, strong. That
combined with inheriting their mother's temper made life a living hell for us.
Ours were the only two houses at the end of a country road on the outskirts of
Danzig. They had nothing to do but chase us and torment us, until they got
married off, one by one." Alex smirked at the memory.
"It wasn't that bad, Alex."
"Hmph, I was black and blue until I was twelve years old!"
"Where is your mother now?"
"She went back to Ireland when the war started."
"And she is probably still unhappy."
Pendrell rolled his eyes and continued the tales of Alex and him when they
were young. Mulder was happy everyone was getting along so well. When it was
time for Pendrell to leave, he got nervous and stumbled out the door to his
car, his feet seeming to fail him. Alex shook his head as he shut the door.
Later, in their room, they laughed over Pendrell's obvious attraction to
Scully. Mulder felt uneasy, however. Pendrell had been around, had loved many
men and women. What was to say that he wouldn't love and leave Scully in the
same way. He confessed his fear to Alex, who held him for a moment before
speaking.
"Fox, Dana is a strong woman, she won't let him do that to her."
"If he does, I swear, I'll kill him."
"I think she'd beat you to it." Alex kissed Mulder on the forehead. "You
know, that's how she feels about me."
Mulder thought about it for a minute, "I guess you're right. I realize now
that she wants to protect me."
"Exactly. Now, we should get some sleep, as we will have him tagging along
tomorrow for our drive in the country, we are going to need energy for that."
Mulder chuckled, nuzzling against Alex's throat. "Just how tired are you?"
"That depends on what you have in mind," Alex gasped, rolling onto his back
to give Mulder better access.
"I thought I'd like to make love to the man I love," Mulder murmured around
his mouthful of Alex's throat. "I want to show you how much I love you so you
can never doubt it."
Alex moaned.
Mulder raised his head to grin evilly at him. "But don't forget Dana's just
down the hall, so you have to be quiet."
Alex groaned. "You are a truly evil man, Fox, a torturer in fact."
"I learned from the best," Mulder replied, surprising Alex with his ability
to make jokes about the subject. Alex took that as a sign that Mulder was truly
healed now. That was his last coherent thought for some time since Fox decided
to move on by swallowing his cock to the root in one motion. He nearly
screamed at the sensation, only Fox's hand over his mouth preventing him.
Alex jerked uncontrollably under Fox's ministrations, already on the brink
after only a few moments of his Fox's mouth. Fox suckled on him, his tongue
never still as he drove Alex into a frenzy. When he could tell that Alex was
about to come, he pulled off, grinning at Alex's groan and curses.
"Shh, lover," he soothed, "trust me. Hold on a little while longer until I'm
deep inside you, until we can come together. Just imagine how it'll feel if
you can wait for me."
Alex shuddered at Fox's words, breathed directly into his ear, and he spread
his legs wide for his lover. Mulder hastily applied lubrication to Alex and to
himself, then pressed again his entrance. He stared into Alex's eyes as he
thrust, seeing the flare of pleasure as Alex shoved a fist into his own mouth
to prevent a scream of pleasure from escaping.
They moved together, Fox driving deeper with every stroke and Alex trying to
get closer still. Fox reached for Alex's hand, intertwining their fingers, and
he leaned down to kiss him, his tongue plunging into Alex's mouth in time with
his cock in his ass. No matter how much they wanted to prolong the pleasure,
soon it overwhelmed them, and they came together, Fox driving so deep that he
thought they might merge forever.
After a few minutes Mulder forced himself up just long enough to clean them
up, then snuggled down beside Alex, his warmth and caresses soon soothing him
into sleep.
For the rest of Scully's visit, they toured around, showing her the sights
and the shops. She met their friend Mr. Grey, and he tried to charm her as
much as Pendrell did. During the week, she would go for walks, often visiting
Mulder in his shop and staying throughout the afternoon. Pendrell heard about
this and would often come over to take her out for lunch. Mulder was amazed at
Pendrell's restraint and gentleman-like manner; he hadn't even tried to kiss
Scully yet. He knew this because she had grumbled to Mulder by the third week
that even Frohike gave her a kiss after the fourth date. Mulder tried to hide
his relief with a laugh; he didn't want him touching her until the fortieth
date!
One morning, Alex went downstairs late, to get a coffee and read the
newspaper. He had worked very late the night before and told his staff he
wouldn't be in until noon. He saw Scully on the patio, reading a book,
enjoying the mid-morning sunshine. He hesitated for a minute before opening
the French doors and stepping outside to join her.
"Good morning."
"Good morning."
Alex sat down and opened his newspaper. He sat there, staring at the page,
not reading the words, This is stupid. He put the newspaper down on the
table.
"Dana, why don't you stay?"
Scully put down her book and looked at him, her blue eyes like chunks of
cold ice. "Stay?"
"Yes, stay. Fox is already dreading your leaving. Not to mention that
Pendrell's heart would be broken if you left."
Scully raised her eyebrow, "And you?"
"Me? Whatever you decide is fine with me." He looked away, then back up at
her. "I'm not going to lie to you, Dana. You and I are not friends and may
never be, but you are important to Fox and that makes you important to me. I
want him to be happy, even if that means accepting your disapproving presence."
"Fox told me what happened over in Germany."
"I know."
"I hated you. I wanted to kill you for what you did to him. The only thing
that held me back was that I didn't want to hurt him any more than he had been
hurt already."
Alex swallowed; Dana Scully was definitely a force to be reckoned with.
"And now?"
"Now, I am starting to like you...slightly. I see how happy you two are
together, and I don't want to take that away from Fox; he deserves it." Scully
then leaned over the small table that separated them, "I'll tell you this,
though. If you ever hurt him again, I will kill you."
Alex's eyes widened. No woman had ever talked this way to him before, but
he didn't doubt her threat. He watched as she sat back and crossed her arms
across her chest, as calm as if she told him the weather forecast for today.
"I am never going to hurt him again, Dana; I can promise you that. I love
him more than I have ever loved anyone." Scully's gaze cut right down to his
core, and he felt a shiver go up his back.
"Good. I have actually been thinking of staying in Argentina for over a
week now. My mother is happy that Fox is well, and she does not have any
qualms about me being here with him. She will never, ever know the truth,
however, not if I have anything to do with it. Yes, I'll stay, but I'm not
staying here. Not only do I not want to overstay my welcome, but I like being
on my own. I will need my own apartment."
"Yes, of course, I'll call Grey, he can help us find you something quite
suitable, I'm sure." Alex rose to use the telephone.
"Alex?"
Alex turned to face Scully, "Yes?"
"Thank you."
"You are quite welcome." He stepped inside and visibly shook for a second
before picking up the telephone.
Mulder was ecstatic that Scully was staying. He tried to help her choose an
apartment, but Pendrell beat him to the punch, guiding her around, leading her
with his hand in the small of her back. A twinge of jealousy rose up inside
Mulder, she was his friend, not Pendrell's. But then he saw them together and
understood the bond that had formed between them. Soon, she was moved into her
apartment and started working for the United States Embassy.
The day after she moved, Mulder walked around the house; it felt so empty
without Scully. She had only been here a month, but her presence had been
powerful. He returned downstairs to Alex, who was listening to the radio and
reading a book. Mulder had ordered some books in German for him, giving them
to him for his birthday. He settled down across from Alex in one of the
wing-backed chairs and started to read the newspaper.
Soon after, Alex reached over and stroked Mulder's arm, "I'm going to bed.
I think I will have a bath first."
Mulder grunted, engrossed in the newspaper.
Alex frowned, reached forward and tore the newspaper out of Mulder's hands,
"I said I am going to bed and I am having a bath."
Mulder's eyes widened. "Oh!"
Alex swiftly stood and grabbed Mulder's hand, leading him upstairs. With
their guest in the house, they had not had a bath together in over a month.
Quickly, they arrived in the bedroom, both men flushed at the anticipation of
what was to happen next.
Mulder's hand went up to cup Alex's face, his thumb dragging along the
stubble that had grown there since this morning. He smiled at him before
leaning in and kissing him gently, making the kiss last for a long time. Hands
moved across backs and down to untuck dress shirts and up to unbutton them.
Ties were undone and flung over a chair and trouser buttons were popped with
one hand, while the other undid zippers, soon leaving each man clad only in
their tented boxers. Slowly, these were removed as well, heated skin pressing
up against heated skin, erections rubbing together.
Alex finally broke the kiss, his pupils dilated, his breathing quick. He
once again took his lover's hand and led him into their bathroom. He turned the
taps, located in the middle of the tub, ensuring the water was warm before they
stepped in. While they waited for the tub to fill, they explored each other's
bodies with their hands and mouths, moaning when it was time to submerge
themselves in the warm water.
They washed each other, as always paying special attention to the sensitive
parts, moaning and sighing until they were clean. Then each man sat back at
opposite ends of the tub, legs down the length, crossed over each other's to
give them room.
Mulder and Alex sat there, facing each other, teasing each other with their
feet. Mulder had one foot under Alex's ass, rubbing the back of his scrotum
with his big toe. Alex had his foot in Mulder's crotch, stroking his cock with
his foot, making him bite his lower lip and close his eyes. One look was all
that was needed to tell each man that they were ready to leave the sanctuary of
the water.
They got out of the tub and proceeded to dry each other off, rubbing each
other briskly with the towels, until they could stand it no longer and fell
into bed. There they began their explorations again with their mouths and
tongues, taking nipples between teeth, teasing them into hard buds, stroking
erections harder, marking each other, claiming each other as their own.
"Love me, Fox."
Mulder leaned over for the lubricant and prepared him and his lover. When
he was ready, Mulder plunged into Alex and felt his legs come to wrap around
his back. Together they rocked their way into bliss, moans of contentment
leaving each mouth. Then they were at rest, kissing each other, wanting to
taste more of each other. Finally, the kisses lessened in intensity and became
less frequent, both men smiling at each other. Strong arms wrapped around each
other and legs entwined as they settled down and into sleep, grateful they had
each other to wake up to in the morning.
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Rating: NC-17 for bad language, violence and m/m sex. Series/Sequel: Sequel to Interrogation I, II, IIa, III, IV and V Orithain may be reached at orithain@aol.com Nicole at nicxf@softhome.net Spoilers: None. Disclaimer: They don't belong to us, they belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and Fox. Please don't sue us. Summary: The conclusion to Mulder & Krycek's journey, with some bumps along the way. Comments: Angst, schmoop and good foodit's all here. Thank you to Sue for the psychological help. Thanks to Aries for encouragement. |
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