He kicked irritably at a stone on the side of the road
as he ambled along. It was 10:00 at night, and the
whole town seemed to have gone to bed. He could
practically be alone in a ghost town. The only noise
disturbing the night air was the sound of crickets. He
gave up in disgust, turning to make his way back to the
bed and breakfast where they were staying, when a
movement just visible around the corner of the old,
abandoned school attracted his attention. Curious, he
quietly approached to find out who else was still awake
in the town.
Peering around the building, Mulder stopped dead in his
tracks, fortunately in deep shadow. There in front of
him was Alex Krycek, handing an envelope over to
another shadowy figure who quickly vanished. Krycek
stood for moment, shoulders slumped, before
straightening up and turning to leave. As he reached
the corner, Mulder's arm shot out, slamming him against
the side of building. Mulder quickly pressed up against
his back, holding him in place.
"What the hell are you doing here, Krycek?"
"Mulder?" Krycek couldn't keep the surprise out of his
voice. "What are you doing here?"
"Background checks," Mulder replied in a tone of total
disgust.
Krycek couldn't think of anything to say to that, so
for once he stayed silent. He could feel Mulder leaning
against the full length of his body, and he was in no
hurry to go anywhere.
"You still haven't told me why you're here, Krycek."
Mulder pushed him harder against the brick wall for
emphasis, his cock slowly hardening from the proximity
to Krycek. He could smell Krycek, and he remembered how
he tasted, how good it felt to be inside him.
"Delivering messages," Krycek replied, sounding even
more disgusted than Mulder had.
"So I'm supposed to believe it's a complete coincidence
that you show up in Nowheresville at the same time that
Scully and I are here doing a check on one of the
town's five inhabitants? I don't think so."
"Mulder, if I had known you were going to be here, I'd
be the one holding you against the wall, and I'd
already be fucking your brains out."
Mulder froze. He'd never expected Krycek to actually
talk about what had happened between them the last two
times they'd met. He realized that Krycek was
undulating against him, pressing his ass against
Mulder's cock and rubbing against him like a cat in
heat.
Mulder put his gun away and reached around him to
unfasten Krycek's jeans. He slid his fingertips inside,
feeling the naked flesh twitch under his touch. He
petted Krycek, learning his shape again, cupping him
while he leaned his head back against Mulder's shoulder
and moaned in total abandon. Mulder leaned his head
down till he could reach Krycek's throat where he bit
and sucked, leaving his brand on the elusive triple-
agent.
Alex clutched Mulder's thighs, writhing against the
older man. He could hardly believe that he was with
Mulder again, that Mulder was touching him, that
Mulder wanted him. He moaned Mulder's name.
"Yess," Mulder hissed in his ear. "I want you to know
who's touching you, who's making you feel this. Keep
saying my name or I'll stop, Krycek."
"Noo," Krycek's protest cut off with a gasp when Mulder
thrust against his ass, and his fingers tightened on
Mulder's legs. "My name is Alex. If you're going to
fuck me, you can at least call me by my name." He
arched into Mulder's hand, giving up all control.
"All right, Alex, take off your jeans, and get down
on your hands and knees."
Alex twisted around so he could see Mulder's eyes, and
despite the harshness of his words, there was a warmth
there that made him do as Mulder said, trusting that
Mulder wouldn't hurt him. At least not more than was
inevitable when he had to watch Mulder walk away again.
Mulder stared down at Alex kneeling in the grass at his
feet for a minute, seeing the pale skin gleaming in the
moonlight. He dropped down between the widely spread
legs, caressing the body before him, pulling Alex back
into the cradle of his pelvis. He held Alex so tightly
that they both knew Alex would have bruises in the
shape of his hands the next day, but Alex only tried to
get closer.
Mulder released one hip, unfastening his belt and pants
and pushing them and his boxers down. He pressed
against Alex, his cock sliding between the cheeks of
his ass as Alex reared back against him.
"In my jacket pocket," Alex gasped, moaning when Mulder
reached around to grab his cock.
"What?" Mulder wasn't really paying attention to what
Alex was saying, his whole focus on the sensation of
Alex's naked ass against him.
"Lube!" Alex nearly yelled. "In. My. Pocket. Now!!"
Mulder pulled the tube out. "So who were you expecting
tonight, Alex, that you needed this?" His tone was
nearly a snarl, but he refused to think about why he
was so angry.
"No one. It's the same tube I had last time. I, uh,
wanted to keep it with me." He was embarrassed by the
apparent sentimentality of it.
Mulder didn't know what to say, so he said nothing. He
squeezed out some lube onto Alex's ass, enjoying the
younger man's gasp when the cool gel landed on him. He
hastily applied some to himself and positioned himself
at Alex's entrance. Neither man had the patience for
long preparation tonight, and Alex was relaxed enough
that the lube was all that was needed for Mulder to
slide home inside him.
Mulder lost control when he got inside Alex again,
ramming in and out fiercely, thrusting as hard and as
deep as he could. Alex pushed back into the thrusts,
riding the pleasure, and he cried out in disappointed
protest when Mulder slammed into him, yelling his
pleasure as he came.
Mulder slumped over Alex, who was still writhing under
him, trying to get enough friction to come. He stroked
Alex's shoulders soothingly, pulling out of him with a
quick kiss on the nape of his neck.
Alex whimpered his distress, but Mulder flipped him
over onto his back and dove between his legs. He licked
Alex's balls, gaining another desperate, needy cry,
then lapped at his ass, catching some of his own come
seeping out of Alex. After enjoying the taste of both
of them mixed together, Mulder moved up to engulf
Alex's cock, drawing it as far into his mouth as
possible. He wanted to take it all this time, so he
drew back slowly then slid down on him again, finally
managing to relax his throat muscles enough to take
Alex all the way.
Alex cried Mulder's name and arched off the ground,
pushing even deeper into Mulder's throat, and Mulder
took it all, letting Alex fuck his mouth. Then Alex
realized what he was doing and, remembering Mulder's
inexperience, forced himself to lie still.
Mulder slowly worked Alex's cock, his tongue stroking
over him as he bobbed up and down. He loved the taste
of Alex and wished he could keep this up forever. But
Alex's cries were already growing increasingly
desperate, and he knew the younger man couldn't last
much longer. He sank down onto him again to the root,
reaching below to roll Alex's balls in the palm of one
hand. That was too much for Alex, and he exploded into
Mulder's mouth, crying "Fox!!"
Mulder swallowed fast, not wanting to lose a single
drop, sucking on Alex until he pulled his
oversensitized flesh away with a whimper. He crawled up
till he could kiss Alex, their tongues tangling
together for long minutes while Mulder lay over his
lover.
A movement caught Alex's attention and he glanced over
Mulder's shoulder, freezing when he found himself
looking into Scully's shocked eyes.
Like Mulder, Scully had been out for a walk when she
spotted her partner skulking around the abandoned
schoolhouse. Knowing how he attracted trouble, she drew
her gun and silently followed, wanting to be there to
back him up if necessary.
Scully recognized Krycek at the same moment that Mulder
did and was about to step forward when she saw him slam
Krycek into the side of the building. She didn't
approve of Mulder's tendency to beat the other man
every time they met, but she could understand it. She
stayed back, waiting to see if she needed to intervene.
She was shocked to see Mulder, as she thought, rape the
other man, too shocked to step forward in time to stop
him. Then she was even more shocked to see Mulder
giving Krycek a blow job. It was becoming clear that
whatever had just happened, it hadn't been rape.
When Mulder draped himself over the man who was
supposed to be his enemy and kissed him, she stumbled
back in horror. That was when she attracted Krycek's
attention.
Mulder felt Alex stiffen under him, and glanced over
his shoulder to see what the problem was. He certainly
never expected to find himself looking at Scully's
horrified face.
He jumped to his feet, pulling his pants up as he did.
Alex lay motionless at his feet.
"Scully!" He couldn't help the pleading tone in his
voice.
Scully shook her head, backing away.
"Scully, please! Let me explain..."
"Explain, Mulder? How can you explain this? That's
Krycek, the man who killed your father, my sister,
helped kidnap me so they could experiment on me,
Mulder. What possible explanation could you have?"
Mulder winced, looking away, unable to meet her
accusing gaze. His eyes fell on Alex at his feet, still
half naked and making no attempt to flee. Alex met his
eyes, and Mulder realized that Alex had put his life in
his hands. Whatever happened next was entirely up to
Mulder.
It was then that Mulder realized that Krycek wasn't
playing a game, that he loved Mulder as much as Mulder
loved him.
Mulder stared at Alex. "God help us both," he breathed.
He turned back to Scully. "I love him," he said simply.
Neither Scully nor Alex moved or even breathed it
seemed. Scully stared at Mulder with an expression of
unbearable pain and betrayal in her clear, blue eyes.
"Then you're not the man I thought I knew, Mulder."
She turned on her heel, striding away, while Mulder
stood torn, looking from her to Alex, who still lay at
his feet, and back again. Finally, he called her name
and hurried after her. He did stop before rounding the
corner to look back at Alex momentarily. "I'm sorry,"
he mumbled before disappearing after Scully.
Alex just lay there, almost in shock at the rapidly
moving events of the last few minutes. It almost seemed
to him that he'd gone straight from delivering a simple
envelope to hearing Mulder say he loved him to watching
Mulder leave him again. He sighed deeply and pushed to
his feet to get dressed again.
"I don't have a life," he grumbled, "it's a fucking
episode of Candid Camera."
Rounding the corner of the building, he could see
Mulder and Scully a few blocks away, Mulder holding
Scully's arm to keep her there. Alex wondered if Scully
was going to shoot her partner again. Mulder's hand on
her arm just then proved to Alex beyond a shadow of a
doubt that Mulder had absolutely no sense of self-
preservation.
"Scully, please. Let me explain."
"I think you've said quite enough, Mulder. Now let go
of my arm."
"Not until you listen to me, Scully. I never meant for
this to happen," he continued desperately.
"Of course not, Mulder. You were forced to have sex
with Krycek. I understand completely." The sarcasm
dripped from her words.
Mulder groaned. "Actually, Scully, that's exactly what
did happen."
Scully did a double take at that comment. "What? Come
on, Mulder, even for you, that's reaching."
He sighed heavily. "Krycek was supposed to kill me, but
he didn't know that an alien had been sent to kill both
of us. He says he wasn't going to do it, but who knows.
I don't think Alex knows what truth is. Anyhow, the
alien wanted to learn about human sex, and he said he
wouldn't kill us if we demonstrated for him." He
shrugged. "So we did. Somehow, fucking Alex Krycek
looked better than death."
Scully stared at him. That was the most absurd story
she'd ever heard, and she believed every word of it.
Only Mulder could have something like that happen to
him. "What about being in love with him?" She could
barely force the distasteful words out.
"Oh. That." He fidgeted uneasily.
"Yes, Mulder, that. How do you go from a sex show for
an alien to claiming to be in love with him?"
"I've always loved him," he mumbled.
"What?!"
"Hell, Scully, why did you think I was so upset that he
betrayed us, betrayed me? Not to mention that every
time I saw him, the tension exploded into violence, the
only way I could touch him. Sublimating much?" Mulder's
tone was bitter.
"But Krycek?" Scully might as well have been saying
'cockroach.'
Mulder turned away, refusing to discuss it any more. He
had left Alex God, I left him lying on the ground
naked! Could I have rejected him any more? to keep
Scully's friendship, but he was not going to listen to
her insult him. Not even with words that he himself had
used to describe the other man not that long ago.
"Look, Scully, I'd say it's pretty obvious that we're
not going to get any sleep any time soon, so it's
pointless for us to stay here all night. We might as
well get started back to DC."
"It's a three hour drive to the nearest airport,
Mulder," Scully pointed out.
He shrugged. "It won't be any closer in the morning. I
don't want to stay here, Scully."
Seeing no point in staying any longer and afraid that
Krycek would approach Mulder again, Scully agreed to
leave. The two agents went back to the B & B to
retrieve their few belongings, leaving enough money to
cover the charges for their rooms.
Alex watched from the school yard as Mulder and Scully
carried their overnight bags out to the car and drove
away. Once again he was watching Mulder drive away from
him with Scully. But this time, now that Scully knew
about them, he didn't think that he'd ever get the
chance to touch Mulder again. Not that he'd expected
this opportunity, but he was sure that Scully would
make absolutely certain that Mulder regretted their
time together.
He pulled his jacket more tightly around himself,
suddenly chilled, and turned to head back to his own
car. But then he stopped and stared at the ground,
still able to see the marks where he'd ripped up tufts
of grass while Fox was making love to him. He looked
back over his shoulder, but the taillights of Mulder
and Scully's car had long since disappeared.
He said that he loves me. Fox Mulder loves me. I
won't, I can't, give that up without a fight. Maybe,
just maybe, I can get him to choose me. To choose us.
After all, he came to me this time. And even last time,
he didn't need to let me sleep with him, and the
morning was just for us. He can't say that it was just
because of the alien anymore. God, can he really love
me?
Alex walked to his car with renewed determination,
ready to go fight the dragon to win fair gent. He
snickered to himself at the mental image of a red-
headed dragon breathing fire at him as he fought his
way to a swooning Mulder's side.
Look out, Scully, I'm going to fight you for him!
Encore
by Orithain
Mulder was really beginning to wonder if it wasn't time
to accept that he couldn't accomplish anything through
the Bureau and hand in his resignation. With all the
stumbling blocks that had been thrown into his path
lately, he was pretty sure that he could be more
effective outside the FBI with the help of his friends.
Look at him now; he and Scully were stuck in this one-
horse town because they were doing a background check
on a man whose parents didn't have a phone.
