"No good, Sunshine," came the cat-like purr of a sultry voice next to his
ear, "it's not there, you left in on the chair last night."
"Lexi!" Fox exclaimed. "When did you get here?"
He turned his head toward Alex, almost too quickly as it turned out; it spun
from the punishment he had taken on New Year's eve. When his vision
cleared, he saw Alex's eyes ablaze with something like passion.
"About three hours ago," the younger man replied.
"You were so quiet, you didn't even wake me."
Alex smiled at him. "I used my key. And besides, you were so wrecked, I
don't think anything would have woken you."
"What key? You don't have a key?"
"Yes I do!" Alex chuckled softly. "You gave it to me on my last birthday."
"That wasn't a key, that was a lock pick!" Fox caught himself just in time
and listened to what he had just said. He shot Alex one of his more stern
looks, but the impish grin on Alex's face disarmed him immediately, as it
nearly always did, and he smiled in spite of himself.
"Room in that bed for one more?" Alex asked.
For the first time he noticed the state of undress of his almost naked
guest, saw the goose flesh on Alex's skin from the coolness of the room.
The boxers were slightly tented near the groin area and Fox felt his own
stir to some semblance of life in response.
"Nice boxers, Alex."
"Very tasteful, aren't they?"
"Yes they are. I should know, I thought so when I bought them." Fox said.
"Why'd you take my underwear?"
Alex's face blushed slightly—he wasn't about to tell this man the real
reason he wanted his underwear—but he had resolved never to lie to his
lover again, so he said nothing, just stood there, eyes cast towards the
floor, waiting for Fox to invite him into his—their—bed.
"Room in that bed for one more?" Alex asked again.
"Come on." Fox threw back the covers so Alex could get in.
Alex looked between Fox's legs and saw his glove—still squeezed between his
lover's thighs. He reached out and picked it up. He looked first at the
glove in this hand and then he looked at Fox. Krycek brought the glove to
his nose and smelled it and then licked it—a long, sensuous swipe of his
tongue along the finger area.
"Smells good, Mulder. What have you been holding with this?"
This time it was Fox's turn to blush and his blush deepened further when he
looked down and saw himself achingly hard.
"You look like shit, Fox. What have you been doing? Come to think of it,
this bed doesn't look or smell much better. You haven't changed these
sheets since the last time I was here." For some reason, Alex was really
oddly touched by this in a strange, almost too intimate way.
"Let's change them now, it's time." Fox said. He tried to jump from the bed
but winced slightly from the pain in felt all over. He stood up straight
and his fully engorged cock slapped against his belly. As he started to walk
toward the closet, it swung in front of him in a back a forth motion like a
musician's metronome.
The sight of Mulder's ass had always had a spell-like effect on Alex, and
now, with that magnificent ass uncovered, the spell took on an almost
alchemical proportion. He felt his own shorts tighten to such a painful
degree that he had to slip them from his body—his own turgid cock standing
immediately at attention.
Fox reached deep into the closet and chose a brand new, unopened set of
sheets and turned towards the bed again. Alex's state of arousal didn't
escape his notice—and he never grew tired of the sight of it, either. He
tossed the sheets to the man waiting for them.
"Black satin, Mulder. Kinky! I'm beginning to think that they pay you
federal employees too much."
In no time both men had disposed of the soiled sheets and had the bed
remade. They hopped in bed and lay side by side on their backs with their
hips touching.
"This is kinky, Mulder! I like it."
Fox just laughed and turned toward Alex. "Nothing's too good for you."
Alex couldn't keep his hand off Fox any longer. He turned and their
erections slid against one another. Both men sighed from the sensation.
Alex bridged the distance between them and kissed Mulder's ear, running his
hand along the older man's arm.
Fox moaned slightly from the pain.
Alex pulled back and looked at Fox. "What happened to you? If it doesn't
endanger national security, tell me who did this to you and I'll shoot the
bastard! I'll choke the fucking life out of him! I'll rip his arms off!"
"He bit me, Lexi." Mulder smiled at Alex's offer. "It's too late for that,
though, he's already dead."
"You shot him! Good, serves the bastard right."
"Well no, not exactly." Fox was enjoying this. "He was already dead when
he bit me."
"What?"
Fox couldn't help himself, he howled out loud when he saw the look on Alex's
face. Saw how the man's eyebrows shoot straight up in a look of surprise;
saw how Alex's eyes seemed to grow even larger and greener in their sockets.
"You're shitting me Fox."
"No really, it's true. Do you know what necromancy is, Alex?
"What do you think I am—stoopid? Sure I know."
"Okay, smart arse, what is it?"
Fox smiled as he saw the look of concentration on Alex's face, could almost
see the wheels turning in his brain to come up with the right answer or, at
least, a reasonable stab at it.
"Well?" Fox asked.
"Okay, Okay, Okay," Alex said, "I got it. It's the uncontrollable urge to
crack open a cold one."
Alex's face cracked as he began to howl with laughter. Fox blew him a
raspberry for his effort.
"Right," Alex said, "that's necrophillia, isn't it?"
"Good, good, Alex, one point for that answer," Fox said as he caressed
Alex's cheek with the back of his hand. "A necromancer is a person who has,
or believes he has, the ability to bring people back from the dead. And
this guy could do it."
Krycek's expression clearly spoke of his disbelief, but his voice was
silent.
"Not only one, but this guy brought back four. One of them bit me. End of
the world stuff, you know, weird shit! Jesus, Alex, it was like being in a
bad version of 'Night of the Living Dead'—as if there could even be a worse
version—and I doubt that."
Alex chuckled. "I guess!"
"Have you ever heard of Frank Black, Alex?"
"I think so, when I was at the academy, I think he was some kind of
profiler, wasn't he?"
"Yep! He knew what was going on. He was in with another rogue group of FBI
agents—he and Scully saved my ass in the nick of time."
"Such a worthy ass to be saved, too!" Alex quipped. "Mulder, you look like
a man in dire need of a back rub."
Fox quivered at the thought of Alex's hand on him, all over. "But it will
spoil the new sheets, Alex," Mulder whined. His objection was pro-forma:
more of show than of substance.
"It's sandalwood, Mulder, it will smell great in the bed." Alex looked at
him wickedly. "It's not like our sheets have never had a few spots on them
before only this time you won't be embarrassed even to let Scully see them."
The older man didn't look convinced.
"Okay, okay, I'll buy you a new pair, Mulder."
Fox smiled. "Promise!"
Alex held up two fingers, "Scout's honour."
"When were you a Scou...no, no, never mind—I really don't want to know."
Alex found the oil in the drawer, uncapping it with his teeth. He put the
small, uncapped tube in his mouth and gently squeezed a dollop of the
scented oil into the palm of his hand to warm it. At moments like these, he
didn't like any help at all and Fox never offered it.
"Roll over," he instructed.
Mulder rolled over as quickly as his aching and abused body would allow.
Alex straddled the other man's upper thighs and looked down on the sinuous
palette splayed out before him. Alex's breath caught in his throat, moved
by the beauty of his lover, by the constructed simplicity of skin, muscle
and bone, by its dedication to purpose and functionality, by its curvaceous
lines and tight plains melding into and becoming all that was Fox Mulder.
With the oil still warming in the palm of his hand, he bent over and first
licked and then kissed the small, hairy dimple at the base of Mulder's
spine. Fox moaned so low it was barely audible.
"Keep doing that, Alex, and my back's not the only thing you'll be rubbing."
"Where there's breath, there's hope, Mulder."
Very slowly he dribbled the warmed and scented oil from his hand into the
channel formed by Mulder's spine. He felt the man shiver where the liquid
touched him. He gently eased himself a little further up on Mulder's
body—his cock gliding through the crack of Mulder's ass.
"Mmmm, feels good, Alex. Do it again."
"Shut up and lay quiet," Alex said as he mock slapped Mulder's head.
Alex started with the flat of his hand at the base of Mulder's back where it
joins his ass; with long, fluid strokes he moved his hand upward toward the
shoulder. He didn't use much pressure, just grazing the flesh of his lover;
the movement of his hand and the friction it caused seemed to slightly warm
and relax the man beneath him. He used his fingers to grip Mulder's
shoulder muscle and gently squeezed and kneaded the knots out of the abused
flesh. Unexpectedly, he bent over and kissed the exposed flesh of the back
of Fox's neck and felt the man shiver. His hand continued on its journey of
exploration of Mulder's back, always careful not to apply too much pressure
on the bite marks and slight abrasions on the perfect flesh. Alex paid
special attention to Fox's shoulders, putting more oil on his hand and
working all the muscles in a slow circular motion with his wrist. Fox seemed
to be so relaxed as to almost be asleep.
"Alex, that feels great," Fox moaned between clenched teeth.
"Glad to be of service, Mulder."
Alex shifted his body down slowly to straddle Mulder's thighs, raking his
turgid cock along the crack of Mulder's ass again. He continued his
downward trip and kissed each muscular globe, in turn, nuzzling the stubble
of his cheek against each one of them. He dribbled a little of the oil into
the channel and rubbed his thumb down the length of it, feeling Fox move
back against it in a wanton and decadent display of the pleasure he felt.
Alex slapped Mulder's ass a little harder than necessary. "Roll over!"
Krycek raised himself up on his knees as Fox rolled over. He dribbled some
more oil into his hand and positioned himself on Fox's thighs again.
He pointed to Fox's hard and aching cock. "Little Fox looks happy," he said
in a mock serious voice, but his eyes were laughing.
"You bastard!"
"So my mother told me—often. You been talking to her?"
Alex took his oil-slicked hand and grabbed Fox's cock firmly, spreading the
scented liquid over the entire length of it. Fox closed his eyes tightly
enjoying the gift Alex's hand was granting him. He sighed softly as he
placed his body in Alex's more than capable control.
Krycek placed the small plastic bottle between his teeth and bending his
head over Fox's chest dribbled the oily substance from his chest to his
groin. He took his hand from Mulder's cock; he braced the hand under
Mulder's armpit and lowered his body to rest on Fox. Their oily cocks rubbed
and jostled together as Alex slid his chest over Mulder's, up and then down
again, working the perfumed unguent into both of their bodies.
The older agent was in another dimension, only rooted in this one by the
erotic feel of his lover's body gliding over his own; his only sensation,
the maddening feel of Alex's cock sliding over his and the heat of Alex's
chest.
"Fox!"
"Fox!"
The older man finally opened is eyes and groaned. "Don't come, Fox, not
yet."
"Jesus, Alex, you're killing me."
The response he got was a feral, possessive smile from that mouth that was
bearing down on his own. His arms went up to encircle his lover—as the
breath left his body—when Alex thrust his tongue deeply into his mouth,
tasting him deeply and then sucking his own tongue back in Alex's mouth
where he sucked on it for all he was worth. With their cocks still rubbing
against one another, Alex laid his head on Mulder's shoulder and kissed his
neck; licking him, he slowly worked his way up to Mulder's earlobe.
"Turn over for me, Mulder," Alex whispered into Mulder's ear; to the older
man that sound was as sweet as the music of the spheres itself.
Fox didn't know if he could even move, let alone roll his sensitized body
over. But Alex lifted himself from Mulder's chest and he did just that.
Bracing his hand under Mulder's armpit again, and letting the mangled stump
of his other arm lie on Mulder's other side; he eased his slicked chest down
on Mulder's back. He gently bit into the fleshy base of Mulder's neck and
slid his almost painfully turgid cock into the channel of Mulder's ass.
When the head of his cock grazed Mulder's anus, the older man let out a
keening, moaning, hiss of pleasure. Alex knew his instrument well and he
played Mulder like a fine, old Stradivarius, each stroke of his bow
eliciting the expected and sweet sound from the priceless instrument.
Mulder gripped the edges of the mattress and the sounds that he made, made
no sense to Alex—he had no idea what language Fox was speaking, and he knew
several. Alex rested his full weight on Fox and his partner lifted his groin
slightly off the mattress to expose more of his ass to Alex's cock. This
small space was enough for Alex to push his hand beneath them and grab Fox's
cock. The hand they left him with, the hand that now squeezed Fox's turgid
organ fit like a glove. The fingers seemingly molding themselves to
Mulder's rod like a second skin. As he thrust down against Fox it drove the
man's cock further and harder into his hand. Time after time, his hand
grazing the sensitive head of his lover's cock, and each time, as his own
cock slid over Mulder's asshole, the older man moaned something that sounded
suspiciously like Alex's own name. They were in simpatico now, their rhythms
perfectly matched; if a state of perfect happiness and erotic contentment
could be reached on this earth, they had reached it.
"Fox, I'm close...come with me!"
Alex's grip on Mulder's cock tightened and both men's movements became
increasingly erratic and with a groan and a shout each spurted his seed on
the new, black satin sheets. Krycek collapsed on top of Fox, his cock still
jerking within its sheath of Mulder's ass.
"You, okay?"
Mulder shook his head.
Alex licked at the small red spot, which was slowly appearing on Mulder's
neck where he had bitten him. "That was perfect," he said.
Fox nodded his head in complete agreement as he expelled lungs-full of air
onto the sheets beneath his mouth. His arms and hands lay listlessly about
his lead like a frame for his chestnut hair. His back, so recently covered
with the sheen of sweat, was slowly cooling; the rivulets forming themselves
into thin white lines as the salt settled back against his skin. His flesh
shivered slightly against the cold and Alex rubbed his hand up his partner's
flank in an attempt to warm him.
Alex shimmed down Fox's body, his face coming to rest on the other man's
ass. He kissed one of the globes while he used his hand to separate them
and expose the channel between. He gently lapped at his own come covering
Fox's hole and the oh, so sensitive flesh beneath it.
Mulder groaned loudly and his whole body jerked.
Alex threw himself up on the bed to lie next to the older man. He gently
urged Fox turn over and lay against his chest. Mulder opened his eyes and
looked into the emerald ones before him. Alex inched his head towards him
and took his mouth in a passionate, loving kiss, sharing the taste of his
own come with the man.
Fox visibly shook with emotion as Alex's hand touched every part of his body
within reach. Alex's hand reached Fox's cock and gave it a little, loving
pat. He sat up and with little effort bent he head over Fox's genitals and
took his mate's flaccid cock completely into his mouth, licking it from stem
to stern; wrapping his tongue around the base and sliding it up its entire
length, suckling and preening it of every last drop of its sticky residue.
He dropped the cock from his mouth and moved him attention on to Fox's
scrotum, cleaning that too.
Alex smiled and lay his head on Mulder's stomach.
"Jesus, Alex, how do you get to Carnage Hall?"
Krycek smiled at the old joke, "Practice, practice, practice, Mulder."
Fox moved into his place, nuzzling his face into Alex's neck. Licking at
the folds of skin, the small little creases where sweat and salt had
gathered. He loved to listen to the change in Alex's breathing when he did
this, loved the way Alex tightened his arm around him as he suckled.
"Alex...Alex, when did you first realize that you were attracted to men,
that you were BI?"
The laugh started low in Krycek's diaphragm and by the time it reached his
mouth it was eroticism personified. "You just can't say it, can you Fox?
Repeat after me, slowly— GAY . The word won't hurt you."
Fox blinked and rubbed his hands over the younger man's chest. "Okay. When
did you first realize that you were attracted to men?"
Krycek realized suddenly that his lover was serious. He took a few deep
breaths into his lungs and not for the first time today, he decided to be
painfully truthful.
"I can't remember ever not being, Fox. I think I always knew I was gay.
That's not to say that I've never had sex with women. In my line of work,
you have to use every advantage you have, and I've used sex to get what I
wa..." Alex stopped speaking abruptly when he saw the look of pain cross his
partner's face and decided to tread lightly over thin ice. He pulled Mulder
closer to him so that more of their skin touched; he turned towards him,
wedged one of his legs between Fox's and threw the other over Mulder's
thigh. His hands played with the silk of Mulder's hair: one of his
favourite pastimes, it seemed.
The room was deathly quiet, you could almost hear a pin drop. The only
sound heard was the gentle breathing of each man. Alex still looked at
Mulder; his eyes had that far away look—the look of a man thinking, the
look of a man formulating, judging consequences, and finally the look of a
man making a decision.
"Alex—" Fox said as he gently rubbed the younger man's chest.
Alex smiled at him and gently kissed his cheek. "In high school I was always
deeply closeted. No one ever knew. I went on a few dates just to keep the
rumour mill quiet. The girls were all nice, but no sparks, nothing ever
developed. My best friend at the time, Felix, lived just a few streets
over. Best friend isn't the right word; we were close, very close. He was
gay too. We were never lovers, more like brothers...no we were closer than
brothers.
"We did everything together, I mean everything. If he wasn't at my house, I
was at his. And his mother treated me like a son. She made one wicked
chocolate pudding, and every time she did she was sure to get Felix to call
me over. Together we'd finish he whole thing.
"At the time we lived in upstate New York, quite close to the Canadian
border. One weekend in the summer, Dad, in one of his rare episodes of
generosity, told me that I could have the car on Saturday night. Felix and
I hatched this plot to drive up to Toronto: we'd heard that things we a bit
wild up there at the time. We were bound and determined to go to our first
gay bar, and being Toronto, we figured that we wouldn't see anyone who knew
us. We figured that if we timed it just right we'd be back home in lots of
time not to get in too much trouble.
"I don't really know what we were thinking about, but we ended up in a
leather bar. We might as well have had a sign hanging from our chests
reading 'Fresh Meat'; we were immediately set upon by these muscle-bound
guys in leather—chicken hawks, I guess." Alex smiled and slightly flushed
at the same time.
Mulder's hand was doing soothing things to Alex's chest, as though he were
trying to tame a wild animal; he didn't want to speak and destroy the
mood—didn't want to interrupt Alex's story.
"I was scared out of my mind, Fox. I don't mind telling you that. Felix was
set upon by this dark-haired fellow while a blonde dude sat next to me. And
he didn't waist much time. He put his hand right between my legs—in front
of everybody—and started to squeeze me. My teenage hormones raged and I
got so hard. So hard, I thought I'd explode when he bit my earlobe. But
Felix, he didn't seem scared at all. God, he looked like he was in seventh
heaven.
"The other guy had his hand down Felix's shirt playing with his nipple and
whispering something in his ear. Felix smiled and shook his head in
agreement with whatever was said. Suddenly he looked at me and got up from
the table with the other man and went into the back room. Now I was really
nervous.
"My guy tried the same thing, but I was just too scarred to go along with
it. He smiled and blew gently on my ear but didn't push it. He didn't
leave me alone though and I can't really say that I wanted him to either. I
was sure everyone was watching me, but they were just too busy to give a
damn. The blonde lowered my zipper and pulled me out. God I was horny, my
breath was laboured and I was moaning. He played with my balls and I'm sure
I was shaking all over.
"He laughed at me, he actually laughed. A couple of quick pumps later, I
was coming all over the underside of the table, his hands, my pants,
everything. I was mortified but incredibly turned on at the same time. I
didn't go down and he just held me, rubbing against the helmet of my cock,
rubbing my own cum into my rod, dipping his hand into my pants and rubbing
some more cum on my balls. He leaned in closer to me 'God you're beautiful
when you're like this,' he said. 'You're going to be a heartbreaker some
day.'
"I didn't know what to say, didn't know where to look." Alex laughed out
loud and rubbed his tongue over Mulder's open lips.
Cantable Part 2/2
"I guess he tired of the game after that, as he tucked me back in my pants,
rubbed my head and got up from the table to go look for fresh game. I was so
embarrassed; I just laid my head down on the table, but I wasn't approached
by anyone else.
"I don't know how long I was there, could have been a half-hour, could have
been an hour. Finally, Felix came out of the back room alone. His shirt
hanging out of his pants—he was just zipping up when he caught my eye.
I've never seen a smile quite like that before in my life. He had gotten
himself back together by the time he reached the table. I stood up and
nodded to the door and we left.
"He was quiet until we got to the highway and then couldn't contain himself
any longer, 'God, Alex, I got fucked, and it was...it was incredible. I
didn't know I could feel like that.'"
Krycek stopped his narrative there; he went quiet and pensive all of a
sudden and almost appeared to have stopped breathing.
Mulder kissed him on the cheek and that brought him back to the present with
a start. He looked at Mulder but his eyes were sad, so sad with such a look
of loss that it made Mulder want him to stop the story there, but Alex went
on.
"We were almost home free when I had a blowout. I got the car under control
pretty easily, no damage done. We got out to change the tire, but the
goddam spare tire was flat too. Now, my Dad was a hardass—I guess they all
are. He always wanted me to be a 'man' you know, never take the easy way
out—if something had to be done, you had to do it now, and no later. Don't
depend on anyone else to do it for you, but do it yourself. So here we
were, two teenaged boys in the middle of fucking nowhere, in the middle of
the night and my father would expect me to pick that wheel up and put it on
my back and walk to the nearest gas station to get it fixed.
"But I didn't feel like doing that, not this night. I just got back in the
car, put the emergency flashers on and waited. Not long after a car pulled
over to see what was wrong and he said that he would stop at the nearest gas
station and get them to come back and fix it. And that was all right with
me.
"We were there about an hour, I guess, before the repair truck reached us.
Fifteen minutes later we were on our way again, but the flat made us late,
very late getting home.
"I told my Dad that we had a flat and I had to get to a garage to get it
fixed. I knew what he wanted to hear and I lied."
Alex rubbed his thumb along Mulder's lips. "I guess I haven't changed all
that much, have I?" Alex asked softly with not a hint of humour in his
voice.
Mulder closed his eyes slowly, never taking his hands off Alex, never
ceasing the gentle, loving caresses of the younger man's flesh.
"Well somehow, and I never really found out how, Dad had spoken to Felix's
parents and found out the truth."
Mulder could feel Alex physically tense his chest muscles, like he wanted to
run away from something but never really could.
"He came right home, grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and dragged me
down the basement and beat the crap out of me. 'When are you going to be a
man,' he kept saying. I was black and blue for days."
"Jeesus, Alex! I'm sorry," Mulder said.
"Well, I don't have to tell you about the problems between fathers and
sons," Alex softly whispered.
Mulder closed his eyes in silent agreement.
"We moved away shortly after that. I tried to keep in touch with
Felix—wrote the usual letters and a few phone calls, but we slowly drifted
apart. I don't have to tell you the direction in which my life turned
then."
"I was just out of Quantico—just before they assigned me to you—and the
smoker sent me on some stupid wasted trip to New York. I was walking down
the street at dusk when I heard this small voice: 'Lash, Lash, is that
you?'"
"Lash!" Mulder said...the confusion evident in his voice.
Alex turned to Fox and batted his long, lustrous lashes at him in his best
'Betty Boop' imitation and grinned.
"Oh, I see."
"Yep, it was Felix's mom...she always called me that and it never really
bothered me. Not the way she said it; not with the real affection she had
in her voice. Anyway, I turned around and was shocked out of my skin. 'It
is you,' she said and took me into her arms and hugged me and shuddered at
the same time. I couldn't believe the change in her: she looked old: gray
hair, weak voice, and hands that trembled. She looked like a woman defeated
by life. She asked me what I was doing here and I made up some convincing
lie.
"I asked about Felix, where he was these days, the usual stuff. She visibly
paled, looked like she actually grew smaller, caving in on herself. Then
she told me, she gave me those dreaded letters, gave me the address of the
Hospice he was at. 'He doesn't have much time, Alex,' she told me and
implored me to go to him.
"Fox I was sucker punched, I couldn't think, I couldn't see, goddam it, I
don't think I could even breathe.
"When I came back to myself, she was holding me by the shoulders and small,
unshed tears were rolling down her cheeks. I reached out and rubbed them
away. 'Tears don't wash away anything, Alex, you remember that! Go to him,
please!'"
Alex looked at Fox but he wasn't really seeing him. His eyes were glazed,
unblinking. He seemed to be fixated on the wall at some point on the wall
just over Fox's ear. Fox had seen that same look of horror on Alex's face
before: when he'd told him, in all it's gory detail, of the Russian
peasants' attempt at rustic surgery the Tunguska woods; he'd seen it again
when Alex broke down one night and told him of the Oil alien's invasion of
his person. But this time there was something just a little different about
it—this time Alex was in pain, but not for himself—for someone else.
"I shook my head at her, and whispered that I would. I turned away before
she could see my eyes—I just had to get away. I turned the corner and
started to run. I ran, and I ran; I ran until the blood pounded in my ears,
I ran until my lungs screamed at me in agony, I ran until I felt that my
heart would burst. Finally I could run no longer and collapsed against the
side of an abandoned building to catch my breath. I know how I must have
looked.
Alex stopped his narrative suddenly and rubbed the back of his hand over
Mulder's cheek. He smiled weakly at him and Mulder had no words, no words
at all; he could only return that smile and hold the younger man closer to
him than ever before.
"I must have looked mad, Mulder, sweaty, rumpled in my cheap suit, I must
have looked like a man who just lost everything. A man who had just seen
conclusive proof that God is dead, a man who has just seen the body. I
don't know how long I wandered the streets, but it must have been hours. I
finally made it to the Hospice and was met at the door by some kindly
looking woman. 'I'm Alex Krycek,' I said, 'I'd like to see Felix.' She
looked at me with a look of sadness on her face. 'I'm sorry Mr. Krycek but
Felix is too weak to receive visitors today.'
"I stood there, unmoving, my anger mounting when I realized that maybe
Felix's mom had called ahead. I just said one word: 'Lash'" Alex smiled and
suddenly kissed Mulder on the forehead and the tension that had built up in
the room dissipated like an electrical charge, and both men were able to
breathe just a bit easier.
"'Yes, Lash, come in. You're expected,' she said. She led me quietly to a
closed door and I could hear the wheeze of machinery inside. She laid her
hand gently on my shoulder, 'He's spoken of you,' she said. She looked sad,
but in an incredibly strong and resigned sort of way. 'He's weak, so don't
say too long.' She reached out and squeezed my arm; in as much as to say
that there is nothing we can to but accept it. But I wasn't in an accepting
mood.
"I pushed open the door gently and the antiseptic smell hit me in the face
like a wall of bricks. You know the scene, a little sign on a table asking
all visitors to don gloves and mask, not for their protection but for the
protection of person they are visiting. I did that. I walked toward the
bed and there was Felix. Not the Felix that I remembered, that I loved like
a brother but something else. Just the husk of what Felix used to be. He
couldn't have weighed more than sixty pounds, shriveled up and turned in on
himself like an old man. The breath caught in my throat when I looked at
him.
"When he opened those eyes, and turned that sky-blue look on me, there was
my Felix. The body might have been broken, but the spirit was as strong as
ever. 'Lash,' he croaked. 'Lash...you look good.' What could I do? What
could I say? Nothing really. So in the end, I merely said 'Felix'.
"I moved towards his bed when he said, 'Alex, no, don't come
closer...protect yourself'. 'Fuck that,' I said and I kept moving towards
him. He had this look of horror on his face, but I just couldn't stop
myself, I had to touch him. When I reached him, gently I took him into my
arms, hugging him, rubbing my gloved hand over his sweat-soaked golden
hair—what was left of it. I kissed his cheek and Felix's breath caught in
his chest. We both began to weep then, almost in silent, mutual
recognition that this was the last time for us."
Alex's hand searched out his mate's and held on for dear life.
"'One time, Lash, it was only one time,' Felix said to me. 'Toronto?' I
asked him. After a few seconds he shook his head. 'Yes'"
Alex's voice was husky with emotion as he continued: "What could I do?
Nothing, I felt so impotent. I pulled up a chair and sat down beside his
bed. I carefully took his hand within my latex-covered ones. Not an easy
job with the amount of needles going into his hand feeding fluids into his
ravaged body."
We pretty much didn't say anything after that; we just looked at one
another. Just as his eyes were drooping closed I said, 'Love you, Lex.' A
slow, lazy smile of contentment crossed his lips, 'Always, Lash, always,' he
said. I held his hand a while longer as he dropped into a peaceful sleep.
I looked again into that beautiful face one last time, put his hand back on
his chest and left the room."
Alex folded himself against Mulder; his breathing heavy, obviously trying to
hold back the flood of tears threatening to erupt.
He whispered gently into Mulder's ear, "I never saw him again after that, I
said my good-byes to him then and I never even got to the funeral. But when
I get a chance to go there, I always try to get to the gravesite and place
one red rose on the stone."
Alex didn't say another word. Not an additional syllable. He just lay
quietly, wrapped in the warmth of his lover's arms, breathing in Mulder's
scent.
"I'm sorry, Alex," Mulder said.
Alex raised his head and looked in Mulder's eyes, "One thing I
learned—early—Fox is that life is harsh, it's brutal, sometimes it makes
no sense at all; one thing life isn't and that's fair." The finality in
Alex's voice told Mulder that this conversation was finished.
"Look at us," Alex said, "such gloomy Gusses!" Alex laughed then, quietly,
but it was a laugh nonetheless. "What were we talking about, anyway? On
yeah, men and my attraction to them, think that question was asked and
answered." Alex grinned then, and the mood lightened considerably.
Fox rolled Alex over onto his back and climbed on top of him. He bent down
and kissed the green-eyed man on the ear. "Okay, then tell me when you were
first attracted to me?"
Alex's eyes twinkled. "That's an easy one, real easy. When I held out my
hand and said, 'Krycek, Alex Krycek'." Alex laughed.
"You're kidding me, Lexi!"
"Nope, you were so damn sexy in those glasses and your snotty attitude."
Mulder put his hand on his own chest. "Snotty attitude, who me?" He said
with a grin, "couldn't be. Alex, I'm wounded."
"Yeah, right" Alex said. He turned the tables on Mulder by flipping him
completely from his body, until suddenly Alex was on top and kissing
Mulder's nose.
"Okay," he said. "Your turn. When were you first attracted to me?"
"Alex," he said pensively after a few minutes, "never underestimate the
erotic attraction of a dumb conversation."
"What?"
"'The Department of Transportation estimates that the number of car
accidents caused by sleep deprivation...'" Mulder's voice trailed off.
"You're shitting me, Fox!"
"Nope, not at all. It was then, in the heat, in the traffic in New York
that I fell in lust with you at least. That recalcitrant lock of hair
falling over your forehead, you sweating like a pig in that cheap suit. That
was the moment for me."
Alex grinned and kissed his lover, long and deep. He smacked Fox on his
naked ass. "You look like shit, Fox, you need some sleep."
"Ah gee, thanks for the compliment."
"You sleep, I have to go out for about a hour, but I'll be back."
"I suppose it wouldn't do any good if I asked you what you had to do?" Fox
asked him seriously.
"None whatsoever," Alex answered him with a grin. "Now where did I put
those 'tasteful' shorts."
Mulder watched Alex while he dressed and made himself presentable to the
world again or at least to a certain strata of it, with the black jeans and
the leather jacket. He watched Alex tuck the empty sleeve of the leather
jacket into the back of his pants and wondered where the prosthetic was, but
didn't ask.
"You're sure you're coming back?"
"Yes, babe, in about an hour...you sleep."
From the door, Alex looked back at Fox again and smiled. "Now sleep!"
"Okay, Mom, I promise."
Alex closed the bedroom door softly behind him and picked up his nearly
empty back-pack as he opened the apartment door; in the hallway he turned
back to the door, tried the knob again making sure that the apartment door
was locked behind him.
The sun had now set; the only light visible in the apartment was a soft glow
coming from beneath the door of Fox's seldom-used bedroom. The silence was
profound, only broken by what appeared to be a slight scratching from the
main entrance.
Alex opened the door quietly; even if someone had been in the apartment the
chances are that they would not have heard it. The nearly empty backpack
that Alex had carried away with him was now stuffed to overflowing. He
strained, visibly, under the weight of it.
He turned and closed the door throwing the apartment into almost complete
blackness again. Walking slowly like a man who knew every square inch of
this room and where everything was placed, he turned on a small lamp on the
table by the couch, giving the apartment a soft, homey glow. With dexterity
surprising for a man with one arm, he hoisted the backpack from his person
and set it softly on the edge of the couch.
The sound of the backpack being unclasped and zipped down broke the
quietness of the room, but only slightly. He reached in and withdrew a new,
black as night, velvet robe. He rubbed his hand over the sensual fiber of
the velvet and smiled, his lips revealing shockingly white, perfectly shaped
teeth.
He crept quietly towards Fox's bedroom, pressing his ear to the door. All he
heard from within was the faint sound of the man he loved sleeping within.
Stealthy, he opened the bedroom door and crept toward the sleeping man,
placing the robe gently on the foot of the bed. He quickly left again,
closing the door quietly.
Back in the living room again he went to his backpack and removed more black
velvet material. This time he moved to the window and draped it over the
curtain rod; the full, rich fabric reached almost to the floor, completely
shutting out any light from the outside. He drew his hand over the sinfully
sensuous fabric, stepped back and admired his work. Quite satisfied with the
effect it caused; he went again to his back back.
This time he removed three paper bags. Going into the first he removed five
candles. Looking around the apartment, he decided where to put them.
Reaching in to his pocket, he removed a gold, expensive-looking lighter and
ignited each candle in turn. The rich, spicy, vanilla scent of the perfumed
candles didn't take long to transform the room into a place of heady, magic
wonder.
He moved back and turned off the light he had put on earlier. The light
from the candles was enough to give the room the atmosphere he was aiming
for.
He smiled again and took the second paper bag. This time he was much more
careful in removing the article contained within. He placed it on the seat
of the couch and turned around to the coffee table and gathered up the riot
of papers and books that Fox always had residing there. He was quite
careful with the remote control, taking that and placing it next to the
package on the couch. He removed the cellophane and placed the catered
plate in the middle of the coffee table. He was satisfied with the caviar,
crackers and other delectable that it contained. With a fussiness one would
not have believed, he moved the plate to a number of different locations on
the table until he was finally satisfied with its location—dead center.
The last bag contained a bottle of Champagne. A good, while not
ostentatious vintage—after all he was an assassins on a budget. He went
into Fox's kitchen and took out a couple of flutes, running them under the
water, not really knowing the last time they might have been used.
From his back pocket he removed videotape. He went to the machine and
ejected whatever tape Fox had loaded, not even bothering to look at its
title—knowing full well what its subject matter might be.
He returned to the couch and his backpack, slowly turned around to look at
his handiwork and the effect that he had created. Quite satisfied, he began
to strip. First the leather jacket is gone and tossed to the floor by the
door. He pulled the T-shirt over his head and added that to the pile. Next
the jeans, shorts, and boots are gone and added to the growing tower of
garments. He stood absolutely naked, stunningly beautiful; his almost
hairless body with its naturally tanned hue was a study in male perfection.
Even the truncated arm didn't detract from its overall effect. He would
have made Eros proud and Michaelangelo's David blush with envy.
He reached into the backpack and removed a pure white silk shirt. He rubbed
the sensuous material over his chest and slightly moaned and his cock
twitched showing his pleasure. He quickly put it on, making sure that the
ruffles around his neck and wrist were straight. Next he removed
pants—black satin, skin tight and form hugging. He tucked the tail of the
shirt and the other useless cuff into the band of his pants. Took out a
pair of soft slippers and slipped them on his feet. He stood back and finger
combed his hair.
Reaching into the backpack one last time, he removed the last item: some
sort of small chain, which he removed from one of the pouches on the front
of the bag. He slipped this into his pocket. Reaching for the remote
control, he put this in his back pocket and went to turn on the TV, making
sure that the sound was off.
With his preparations completed, he walked over to Mulder's bedroom door and
knocked lightly.
"Hey, sleepy head! You going to sleep all night?"
"Huh..." Came the sleepy mumble from inside.
"It's time to get up, Fox."
"Okay, Alex, just let me get dressed. I'll be right out."
"Don't bother...I put a robe on the end of the bed for you, wear that."
"Okay."
Moments later the door opened and the man with bed-head wearing a long,
flowing black robe appeared. He stopped dead in his tracks and his mouth
opened at the vision that was his lover. He licked his lips. "I seem to be
slightly underdressed," he said.
"Not at all, Fox, you're great just the way you are."
Still looking at his lover, and the slightly engorged cock nestled within
those skin-tight pants, "That look really works for you, Alex!" Krycek had
the good sense to blush.
Fox looked around the apartment, saw and smelled the candles, looked at the
Champagne and caviar. "What is this, somebody's birthday?"
"New Year's, Fox...You remember //New Year's Day// don't you?"
Fox stuck his finger in the Caviar and put some of the fish roe into his
mouth. "Russian?" He asked.
"But, of course," Alex replied with a smile.
"What's going on here, Alex?"
"It's New Year's Eve, Mulder and we're celebrating."
"No it's not, Alex. It's New Year's Day, even I know that."
"Nope, for us...it's New Year's Eve." Alex looked at the other man hard,
his eyes boring into those of his partner. His face looked a little sad.
"I wanted to spend New Year's Eve with you, Fox, but I just couldn't. I
couldn't avoid it, so tonight we celebrate the new Millenium."
Fox knew better than to argue with the other man when he got that 'look' on
his face. But if the truth were told, he was incredibly touched by the
gesture the other man was making. Alex began to sway back and forth as Fox
watched that supine, muscled, just made for sex body sway as though to some
unheard music.
Alex held out his arm to Fox. "Dance with me."
"But there's no music, Alex."
Alex began to sway again, still looking at Mulder. He put his hand to his
temple. "We don't need any, we have our own up here," he said as he tapped
his temple.
Fox started to sway as well, being drawn towards his lover as though by some
unseen, irresistible force. Just as he got within arms reach of his mate;
Alex reached out and undid the knot keeping Mulder's robe closed. The
luxurious robe opened to reveal the body he loved so much, it's olive tones
highlighted by just a kiss of chest hair, the dark, sensuous nipples already
hard and rippled. The cock, from all this sensuousness, was just a bit
larger than normal.
"Beautiful, Mulder."
Alex pulled Mulder into his arms, nestling his lover against his silk and
satin clad body. If Mulder's cock was in the beginning state of arousal
before, now it was full-blown with a mind of its own.
Mulder put his arms around his lover's waist and Alex put his hand inside
Mulder's open robe and rubbed his back arousingly, and pulled Mulder even
closer to him. Both men danced to the music in their minds. Mulder's head
came to rest on Alex's shoulder and the other man, for his part, stole kiss
after kiss from Mulder's cheek.
Without missing a beat in their movements, Alex reached into his back pocket
and removed the remote control and set the tape to play. Immediately the
apartment came to life with the sounds of the final count down to the New
Year in Times Square that Alex had recorded the night before.
Fox came immediately to attention, "What!"
Alex looked into those eyes, as wide as saucers. "Told you I had to spend
New Year's Eve with you."
As the count went down to zero, Alex's hand took hold of Mulder's head and
added the older mans lips to his own. He put everything into that
kiss—everything he felt in his heart, everything he'd always wanted, every
emotion he felt for this man was transferred from his mouth to the other,
until both were reeling and dizzy from it.
They separated and Alex looked at the stunned man. "Happy New Year, Fox!"
Fox's breath hitched in his throat, "Happy New Year, Alex." And then they
kissed again. This time slower, more sensual. Teeth biting lips, tongues
swiping teeth, and finally the mating of tongues that meant so much to the
both of them.
They parted finally and Alex reached for the remote control again and killed
the tape. He looked into the face of his lover, and smiled blissfully. He
reached into the pocket of his skin-tight pants and removed the chain he had
put there earlier. And on the end of the chain was a small, tear shaped
diamond.
He took the chain and stood even closer to the startled looking man. Slowly
he fastened the clasp around Fox's neck— a feat of one-handed
manipulation—and the solidified piece of starlight settled between Mulder's
pecks, reflecting every source of light in the room, sparkling and twinkling
against the olive skin.
"Is this what I think it is, Alex?" Fox could hardly speak.
"Yes, if you'll have me." Alex said in a husky voice.
"Oh, I'll have you, Lash" Fox said as a single tear tracked down his cheek.
Alex leaned in and licked it away.
Mulder pulled his lover close to him, trying to rub every exposed bit of his
flesh over the satin and silk that Alex wore. He laid his cheek against
Alex's and they began to dance once more.
With an emotion darkened voice, Fox whispered into Alex's ear. "When will
this all be over, Alex, when can we be together?" It was a rhetorical
question and both men knew it.
Alex's eyes closed as though in pain. Mulder lifted his head up once again,
and Alex kissed him.
"I don't know, Fox...//Maybe next year, in Jerusalem.//
The End.
Cantable
by The Riticulan Amanuensis
Fox slept the sleep of the just; as soon as he felt the bed slightly dip
beneath him, he came immediately awake and reached for his gun on the table
beside the bed.
