Scully and William were in the capable hands of her mother and he stood here
alone. He watched with tear-stained eyes as they lowered the casket into the
ground. Casket, Mulder thought, wasn't the name he'd use—he'd seen pine
boxes that looked better. There was no one but him at the grave site to mark
Alex's passing, not even a minister; they didn't even give the man a
service.
And Skinner—that bastard—didn't even have the decency to show up. As the
machine started to push the sun-dried earth over Alex's body, Mulder
couldn't take any more. With a low, soul crushing moan he turned from the
scene of his worst nightmare and made his way to his car.
Mulder couldn't rest. Alhough the heat in his apartment was oppressive, he
covered his face with one of Alex's old shirts and cried silently. And
tonight, even his couch didn't give him much comfort.
It was Alex's plan to disappear this way; Alex assured him, over and over,
that it would work. But he'd seen the ME's report, Krycek was well and truly
dead. It had all gone horribly wrong. Fox needed to get out of his apartment
before grief and guilt drove him completely mad.
Night had fallen and with it the city seemed a little cooler. He drove
aimlessly; his mind was not on the act of driving, but fixated on Alex's
face as he held the gun, the sound of his pain as the bullet ripped into his
chest, and the final, heart-stopping look at his lover's face with the
bullet hole centered in his forehead.
Alex had insisted that Skinner was dirty, but he hadn't believed him. Now he
had no choice. It wasn't necessary for Skinner to kill Alex, but he
did—without hesitation, without emotion, without remorse. Krycek had said
that the alien infiltration had gone right up the FBI chain of command, but
Fox hadn't quite believed how far—until now.
Without realizing how he got there, he found himself sitting on the
dew-stained earth of Alex's grave, drawing meaningless designs in the damp
ground with his finger. With each teardrop hitting and obliterating the
designs he made, he didn't have the heart to re-draw them. His feelings of
loss were mind-numbing; he felt empty, hollow and totally dried up. The only
thing of Fox William Mulder that remained was his primordial will to
survive, and even that, he thought, might soon leave him. "Miss me already,
lover?" With the sweet sound of his lover's voice in his mind, he raised his
head to the sky and screamed all his grief to the heavens and threw himself
on Alex's grave, pressing his face into the damp, tear-stained earth.
He felt a light touch on his shoulder and leapt to his feet. He couldn't
believe what he saw. Alex, in the flesh, smiling that devil-may-care smile
that he does so well. No prosthetic arm in place, but in the other he
carried a shovel.
"Hey! Fox, it's me." He said, dropping the shovel to the ground. He opened
his shirt, pulling it slightly away from his neck and turned around to so
that Fox could look. "No lumps, Fox. I'm real. I'm human."
With a shout of relief, Fox was on him, burying his face in Alex's neck,
rubbing his dirt-smeared face into the flesh, squeezing Alex so tightly that
the younger man could barely breathe.
"God, Alex, I thought I'd lost you forever."
Krycek wiped away the tracks of Fox's tears. "Nope! I'm not that easily
gotten rid of. I'm yours forever, remember?"
"What? How? Who?" Fox stammered in rapid succession. He didn't wait for an
answer, he had to kiss his lover—deep and hard and passionately.
"But how?" Fox asked when Alex finally pulled his tongue from Mulder's
mouth.
"Not now, Fox, I'll explain later. Right now," Alex pointed at the shovel,
"we have to dig, or I'll be in deep shit."
Fox looked at the one-armed man quizzically. "We?" He asked.
"Well, no, not actually we. You have to dig, I'll supervise."
He couldn't stop himself; he laughed at the beaming grin on Alex's face.
"Dead and buried, and now resurrected. You haven't changed a bit, Alex."
Alex drew his finger up Fox's neck to the tip of his nose and then kissed
that rather large bit of his lover's anatomy. "And you're happy that I
haven't."
"Damn straight!" Fox said. "I'm going to live to regret this, aren't I?"
"Probably. Now dig."
It wasn't hard work; the earth hardly had a chance to settle over the wood.
When the shovel first hit the box, Mulder felt a banging from the inside of
the casket and heard muffled sounds. His eyes opened wide and he looked at
Alex. "Hurry up, Fox, finish it...I'll explain later."
Mulder finished shoveling the last of the earth off the box, unlatched it
and jumped from the grave to stand by Alex.
The cover flew open and the man stood up in his casket. Fox couldn't believe
his eyes. It was Alex. Mulder always felt that the world was never ready for
one Alex Krycek, let alone two. "Took you long enough, Alex." The man said
as he licked his finger and wiped the powder burns from his forehead.
"Fucking head wounds, I hate them." He jumped from the grave and went to
stand beside Mulder. "You love this guy, Alex?"
"Yes, Cory, body and soul."
Cory looked at Mulder and gave him the once over from head to foot. "I can
go with that," he said. He took an unresisting and stunned Mulder into his
arms and kissed him thoroughly. "Yeah, I can definitely go with that," Cory
said as he licked his lips.
Alex pulled his lover away from the other man, "Cory Raines, this is Fox
Mulder."
"We've met, Alex." Cory laughed.
"Alex, how? What is going on here?" Mulder was finally able to croak.
Both men looked at him in unison and laughed the same laugh; the green eyes
sparkled in exactly the same manner; the way the curve the lips turned into
that grin was indistinguishable from one man to the other.
"You going to tell him?" Cory asked.
"Maybe, some day, Cory. Your secret is safe with us. I owe you one."
"Shit, Alex, you owe me a hundred. And I'm taking the first one now." Cory
took Alex's head in both his hands and pulled it toward him. Toying with
Alex's elfin ears, exactly like his own, he licked at his double's lips.
They opened to Cory's probing and he thrust his tongue inside. Alex groaned
with something resembling passion and gratitude as the kiss deepened and
took on some deeper meaning of its own.
Mulder stared in shock at the kiss; he couldn't remember ever being so
turned on. Two gorgeous men, both looking amazingly like his lover, twined
around each other, both moaning in unison and pulling the other ever tighter
in the embrace. Fox shuffled from one foot to the other unable to block this
image from his mind, unable too, to prevent his cock from filling out and
lengthening.
Alex pulled away from the kiss first and rested his head on Cory's shoulder
and placed a chaste kiss on his ear. "Cory," he said.
"What, Alex?"
"Take your hands off my ass." Cory laughed and turned towards Fox. "What do
you say, Foxy boy, you take a bullet or two or three for a fella and he
won't even let you touch his ass?"
Alex cringed at the informal use of Mulder's first name, expecting some
smart-ass retort, but none came. All Fox did was smile at him.
Cory turned back to Alex. "Did you bring it?" "Of course," Krycek said
passing a garment bag to Cory. Fox was surprised when Alex did this, he
couldn't remember seeing that bag earlier.
Cory took off Alex's jacket and passed it to him. "Here keep this as a
souvenir; somebody's going to have to repair the arm." Cory reached inside
the bag and pulled out a sword, gave the air around him a couple of jabs.
"Alex, you'll never understand how naked I felt without this."
Fox's eyes were as big as saucers at the sight of it. "Don't worry, Fox, I'm
not going to hurt lover boy here."
Mulder came toward them and put his arm around Alex's waist protectively.
"Now you boys can go off and fight the good fight—don't let those bastards
win."
"We won't." Alex said. "And thanks again, Cory."
"Don't mention it, brother!" Alex and Fox started to walk away. "Alex," Cory
asked, "how do you expect to win this fight?"
Krycek stopped and looked at him and Cory motioned to Alex's missing arm.
"With that missing arm, you're going to stick out like a sore thumb."
Alex just shrugged his shoulders.
"I can do something about that, Alex. But it's going to hurt like a bitch."
"What?" Alex shouted at him.
Cory pointed at his chest. "Immortal, remember. My quickening can bring back
your arm. We'll have the same fingerprints on that hand, but hey, that's a
plus." Alex's mouth hung open with sock and hope.
"Are you telling us," Fox said with the same amount of surprise in his voice
as was showing on Krycek's face, "that you can bring back Alex's arm."
"Imm...people like us when we lose a limb in a fight or a battle, it's gone
forever. But Alex and I will share a bond, flesh to flesh, blood to blood.
And look at us, Fox, there's got to be a lot of shared genetics somewhere
along the line. Yes, I can do it but it will hurt, and it will hurt bad."
"What would you have to do, Cory?" Krycek asked.
Cory looked sorry for what he was about to offer; he wondered if it would be
worth it in the end. "I'd have to slice off my hand, Alex, and then I'd have
to slice off the end of your stump."
Alex grimaced. "How would that do anything, Cory?" Fox asked.
"It will work, Fox. We'll share our blood and my quickening. Trust me, it
will work." Alex's eyes were wild with fear and hope. "Can we do it here?"
He asked the immortal.
"Right here and right now, if you want this, Alex. You have to really want
it."
Alex looked at Fox to see his reaction. Mulder wasn't sure about this but
Alex was and that was all the guarantee he needed. "You're sure about this,
Alex?" He asked.
"Yes...as sure as I can be about anything."
Fox tuned to face Cory. "What can I do?"
"First," Cory said, "take his shirt off. Hold him tight, as tight as you
can. Kiss him while I'm doing it."
The immortal waited until Alex was ready, pulled up the sleeve of his own
coat and made a clean cut through his wrist with his sword. He moaned in
agony. Fox looked at the tiny wisps of smoke and electricity circling Cory's
wrist in amazement. "Now kiss him, Fox, and hold him as tight as you can."
Cory came up to Alex and held his stump out, brought his sword down quickly
and sliced off the end of it, flesh and bone falling to the ground. Alex
screamed into Fox's mouth. His eyes were wild with pain and remembrance. The
minute Cory touched his stump to Alex's, the current of electricity
encircled them both. Alex's moans of pain soon turned to those of pleasure
as Cory's quickening entered him and Mulder kissed him with ever increasing
passion.
Cory moved his stump away from Alex and Mulder was amazed with the play of
what looked like electricity still swirling on them both. Already, to
Mulder's shock and pure joy, he saw Cory's wrist appear to start to grow new
flesh.
Alex grew weak from the mixture of pain and ecstasy and Mulder had to
support him to keep him on his feet. "How long, Cory?"
"For Alex, about a day and he'll have a new arm. Look after him,
Mulder—he'll need it. For me, about four hours and my hand will grow back.
Now we'll share the same fingerprints and DNA in that arm."
"Why did you do this, Cory?"
"You have to ask? I died for him, didn't I?" Cory looked at Alex's contorted
face, and Mulder could see that unmistakable look in Cory's eyes. "I did it
to keep him and you safe...he means a lot to me, Fox. Now take him home and
play nursemaid."
"How can we thank you?"
Cory laughed. "Maybe someday Alex will tell you, but this debt has already
been paid. Go now."
Mulder kissed Alex's cheek. "Come on, Lexi, let's go home." Fox removed his
jacket and wrapped it around Alex's still-weeping stump. Fox was amazed at
the quickening, as Cory called it; Alex's stump had nearly stopped bleeding
and new flesh had almost completely covered the wound. The younger man as so
weak that he had to support most of Alex's weight as they walked to Fox's
car.
"Boys!" Cory shouted. "Don't let those bastards win."
Alex found his voice at last. "Don't worry, we won't."
Cory continued watching the pair as they walked away; eyeing appreciatively
that matched magnificent pair of asses and wondered silently to himself just
how long it would take him to get them into his bed. He rubbed his hand
along the length of his erection, closing his eyes in bliss he hoped that it
wouldn't take too long.
The End.
Double Vision
by The Riticulan Amanuensis
It didn't seem fair to Mulder—the day they buried the love of his life was
sunny and warm. The sun had no place being here; after what they did to his
Alex, it should have been hiding its face in shame.
