From the Heart
He called me 'love'. Alex actually stopped breathing
for a moment before his common sense kicked in.
He spent years in England. The Brits call everyone 'luv'.
It doesn't mean anything.
But Mulder has never called anyone love before, not
even during his phone sex sessions.
Fox Mulder would never love me.
But he called me love.
And so it went, round and round, Alex desperately wanting
to believe Mulder'd meant it but unable to. By the time Fox
opened his eyes, Krycek was practically jittering with
tension.
"Morning, babe," Mulder mumbled.
"You called me 'love'," Krycek burst out, unable to bear
the suspense for another instant.
Mulder blinked at him owlishly. "Yeah?" he responded
blankly.
All expression vanished from Alex's face at Mulder's
indifferent response. Mulder frowned at his reaction,
seeing the unhappiness he couldn't hide in the depths of
his eyes.
"Alex? What's wrong? Do you hate the term or something?" He
tried to understand, growing frustrated when Alex shook his
head silently and started to get out of bed. "Damnit,
Krycek, don't you dare leave this bed! What's wrong?"
Alex shook his head again. "It's nothing, Mulder. I was
just surprised."
"Why?" Mulder was startled. "Of course I called you 'love'.
I love you."
Alex froze. "What did you say?" he breathed, hardly daring
to believe his ears.
Mulder looked even more surprised. "I said I love you. But
you know that."
Suddenly Alex was absolutely enraged. "How the fuck could I
know that? Am I a fucking mind reader now? All you've ever
told me was that you hated me for killing your father and
that you'd kill me if I fucked anyone else. Where exactly
was the declaration of love in that?!"
Mulder flinched from the blazing fury in Alex's eyes.
"But... I asked you to stay with me," he offered in a small
voice.
"I know you like to fuck me, Mulder. Lots of people like to
fuck me." He didn't notice Mulder's eyes narrow at that
comment. "Fucking doesn't mean anything. Just because the
sex between us is amazing doesn't mean that you love me or
even that you like me. For the last few years, you've
cursed me, shot at me, handed me over to Skinner, hit me
and generally been a total bastard every time I saw you.
"Then I fucked you, and you decided you liked it. Lots of
people have used me for sex, Mulder."
Mulder suddenly growled and grabbed hold of Alex's wrist,
yanking him flat on the bed and rolling on top of him. "You
are mine, and don't you forget it! No one touches you!"
Alex glared up at him. "You don't own me, Mulder," he
snarled.
"The hell I don't! I love you, and you love me, even if you
are too damned stubborn to admit it. That means we own each
other."
"Like hell!" Alex twisted frantically, suddenly desperate
to be free. He did not want to be having this conversation.
Mulder pinned him down, managing to grab the handcuffs out
of the nightstand, and Alex abruptly found himself securely
restrained. He snarled at Mulder, snapping at him, trying
to bite him since he couldn't hit him. All his defense
mechanisms were kicking in. He wasn't ready to deal with
declarations of love.
But Mulder wasn't going to let Alex get away this time. He
was pissed off that he would even try now. He leaned down,
seizing his annoying lover's mouth in a possessive kiss,
claiming him with every sweep of his tongue. He refused to
back down or release Alex's mouth until the other man
moaned and began to respond. Then Mulder began kissing his
way down Alex's body, pausing to leave marks on his throat
and upper chest, then catching a stiffened nipple between
his teeth. He tugged not so gently, smiling when Alex
gasped and arched up, whimpering in pained pleasure.
Alex met Mulder's eyes defiantly despite his arousal. "Let
go of me, Mulder," he demanded.
Mulder released the reddened flesh from his mouth, smirking
down at his lover. "Not in this lifetime, love." He ignored
Alex's slight gasp at the endearment. "Before we get out of
this bed, you're gonna be begging me to love you. And
calling me Foxy again," he said with some annoyance.
"Don't bet on it, Mulder."
"Oh, but I am." Mulder leered down at his beautiful but
contrary love. Alex glared back at him, green eyes
flashing. Before he could say anything else, Mulder slid a
little lower, biting Alex's quivering belly, then settling
himself over his legs, his mouth only fractions of an inch
away from the straining cock. He slowly trailed the tip of
his tongue lightly along the underside, refusing to apply
more friction or to touch Alex in any other way. Alex
moaned and bit his lip viciously to make sure he didn't say
anything.
Mulder eyed him, shaking his head at his stubbornness.
Still angry at the thought of anyone else touching Alex, he
decided to make sure the ratbastard knew who he belonged
to. He grabbed the lube off the nightstand, absently
noting that they needed to get more, and hastily prepared
Alex, then slicked himself. He wanted Alex so badly that he
couldn't wait for more than the barest minimum preparation
before slamming into him, trying to get deeper than he ever
had before.
Alex twisted frantically, screwing himself down on Mulder's
cock, his fists clenching and unclenching in their
restraints. Mulder had never been like this before, never
so demanding and possessive. He couldn't believe how much
he liked it, how hot it was making him. Mulder was slamming
into him, hard and deep, one hand tugging at his aching
cock, and he knew he couldn't take much more of this. His
eyes opened, and he saw Mulder staring down at him, focused
on him despite his own growing ecstasy, and he realized how
insane this was. He'd wanted Mulder ever since the first
moment he'd seen him, and now he wanted to run away from
him? Fuck that!
"Please, Foxy," he whimpered.
"Not yet," Mulder rasped, his rhythm never faltering. Alex
was going to admit that they belonged to each other if it
killed them both.
Alex moaned desperately, needing to feel Fox come inside
him, wanting to come now, but Fox refused to vary his
rhythm, keeping him on the brink. "What do you want from
me?" he nearly screamed, unknowingly repeating Fox's exact
words their first night together.
Mulder noticed and couldn't help himself. "I told you what
I want from you," he said.
Alex's eyes shot wide open as he recognized the words and
remembered that night, remembering making Fox admit to
wanting him. He also remembered when Fox gave in, and a
shudder of pleasure wracked him at the memory.
"I love you, Foxy," he moaned, squirming under Mulder. "I
belong to you like you belong to me." His eyes met Mulder's
directly. "I haven't touched anyone else since our first
night together," he admitted.
Mulder lowered his head again and kissed him hungrily, Alex
sucking on his tongue. He continued to pump into Alex's
ass, then shifted position slightly, and Alex screamed as
the pleasure burst through him, radiating outward from the
center of his being to shoot out his cock, covering both of
them with his come. His spasms of pleasure milked Mulder's
orgasm from him only moments later, and the hazel eyes
closed as his back arched and he pushed deeper still inside
Alex, the world seeming to shatter around him as he came.
Alex lay bonelessly under Mulder, wishing he could touch
him but still restrained by the cuffs. Mulder seemed to
know what he wanted though because one still trembling arm
rose, key in hand, and he fumbled the cuffs off, letting
Alex's arms free. Alex wrapped his arms around Mulder,
holding him tightly, feeling him nuzzle into his shoulder.
"I really do love you, you know," he repeated.
Mulder raised his head to flash that incredible smile at
him. "I know."
Alex glared when nothing more was forthcoming. "Who do you
think you are, Han Solo?"
Mulder snickered. "But I already told you," he protested,
laughing when Alex raised a hand as if to hit him. "Okay,
okay, no need to get violent! I love you too." His voice
turned serious at the end, and Alex smiled up at him, then
pulled him down for another kiss.
Challenges of Everyday Life VI
by Orithain
Mulder woke up the next morning to the sight of Alex lying
on his side beside him, staring at him intently. Alex had
awoken about half an hour earlier, and the instant his eyes
opened, he remembered.
