Fox Mulder was also pacing, growing increasingly uneasy. When he and Alex had
awakened that morning, his usually aggressive, attentive lover had been stone
silent. Not long after they became lovers, Mulder realized that by nature, Alex
Krycek was a very quiet man, but this morning was so far past quiet that it was
dead air. When Alex had rolled out of bed, ignoring all of Mulder's playful
entreaties, the dead air became frosty. Mulder couldn't resist puffing out a
breath just to check if he could see it. When Alex returned, he headed straight
into the bathroom. He was carrying the bottle of Stoli he kept in their freezer
and he took a long swallow as he closed the door and locked it.
Mulder was baffled. He thought through the events of the past 24 hours, and
nothing at all came to mind. He could find no reason whatsoever for Alex's
actions. Sighing, he made up his mind, and made his way to the locked door,
behind which his beloved Alex was presumably getting himself plastered. He was
dressed right now in just a pair of faded blue jeans, and his hair still stood
up in little tufts and spikes, from where he had run his hands through it
repeatedly. Diffidently, he rapped on the door and waited. There was no
reply. He banged a little harder, but still nothing, although he could hear
something suspiciously like muffled cursing coming form the bathroom. Finally,
he gritted his teeth, backed off and ran at the bathroom door, hitting it hard
with his shoulder. The door shook, but didn't give way. He backed off to take
another run, and dropped his shoulder. No doubt the door would have given way
at his ferocious onslaught, but it never had the opportunity. Alex opened it,
just as Mulder crashed through, and as he did so, Mulder hurtled through to
wind up in the bathtub with a despairing yell.
Fetching up in the tub, in a haphazard sprawl, he gazed up at his lover and
asked the million-dollar question.
"What's wrong, love?"
Alex had turned to look at Mulder. Mulder pulled his best pout in hopes that he
could get the stone man to say something. Still holding the now empty bottle of
Stoli, Alex reached down and hooked one hand under Mulder's arm and easily
lifted him up to a standing position. Then Alex walked out of the bathroom.
Mulder realized that Alex had walked, not staggered or swayed and that despite
drinking an entire bottle of lethal potato juice on an empty stomach, the man
was cold sober. Cold being the operative word. This was not good. Mulder knew
he had to get some kind of communication out of Alex and it was going to take
all his skills. Mulder was giddy with delight at the challenge. He loved Alex
more than anything on the earth, he was totally indecipherable and therefore a
complete package for Mulder to open anew every day, perfection within
perfection. Mulder stepped carefully from the tub and found the nude man
standing in the living room, his back to the bedroom door. The empty bottle was
sitting on the floor beside him.
"Hate" was quietly growled.
"What is it baby, what do you hate?" Mulder said softly. He closed the distance
but he knew from Alex's tensing muscles that he had gotten as close as was safe
at the moment.
"Weddings" said even lower, venomous.
Two words, Mulder thought. Progress.
"Why do you hate weddings, Alex? Why didn't you tell me?" Mulder was talking
softly, but not soothingly. Alex saw through that trick in a second and it
really pissed him off when Mulder had tried it in the past.
"I. Did." Followed by a quiet rumble that Mulder always though of as Alex's own
personal early warning system.
Alex was right, he had made it clear in his own way that he did not want to be
part of the day's activities, yet Mulder had pushed him. This was bad. Scully
would have asked him, how bad? Mulder knew that with Alex, bad did not come in
degrees, it came in waves. He knew he was going to have to come up with
something to try and salvage this situation. He hated to do it, but he dove in
deep and pulled out the secret weapon he used when Alex was his most
intractable.
"Alex," Mulder said softly. "If you go with me to the wedding, we'll play a
game".
Alex Krycek, primal, deadly, professional enigma, turned and looked at Mulder
for a very long time. Mulder stood still. Moving would be the worst mistake
possible.
"Tell", he said to Mulder. The faintest flicker of humanity had ignited behind
those amazing eyes, and Mulder began to talk.
"Baby, it can be whatever you want it to be. We can play with Scully's brother
after the ceremony. You know how afraid of you he gets, and he really hates
me. We could surround him, and make him really annoyed, or we could..." His
voice trailed away to nothingness as he saw the expression on his lover's face
change. He felt a chill run down his back as the green eyes glowed like twin
lamps from hell. He recognized the signs.
Alex was having an idea.
Mulder knew from experience that it was way too late to circumvent whatever
evil his beloved was plotting. He quailed inwardly as the beatific smile
spread over the other man's face.
"What? What have you thought of?" He put out a hand to touch Alex gently.
His stomach tended to feel as though someone had scooped out a dollop, and
replaced it with ice cream whenever he gazed at this gorgeous man who had given
himself without regret. He loved him, but he was also aware that Alex was more
than a little crazy, and that he was probably not going to enjoy the day.
Alex's eyes contained dancing imps, and his smile held a delicious wickedness
in it that made Mulder's cock twitch to hardness right there. He knew that he
was going to end up going along with his love, just because he was so beautiful
when he was being evil this way.
He also knew that he was going to regret it, whatever the plan might be,
because Scully was going to get really mad at him.
"Alex? Tell me, please?" He cringed inwardly, but Alex smiled at him, and
moved in to pull him close, kissing him hard and feathering kisses down over
his chin and beyond, to the fuzzy trail that led from his navel to the button
that fastened his jeans.
"Oh, nothing, Fox. It's nothing to worry about." His mouth began to do things
to Fox's fly, and then to Fox's burgeoning erection, and soon, Mulder was lost
in the sensation of being eaten alive by a rat.
This, as it turned out, was a very bad thing indeed, although at the time it
felt pretty damned good.
So damned good that Mulder let out a yelp when Alex slowly unfolded and stood,
breaking all physical contact.
"ALEX!" Mulder moaned, "Don't do this to me. Don't stop!"
Alex was so close to Mulder that his breath warmed Mulder's ear when he spoke.
"You're not going to enjoy this day until I do," Alex husked quietly.
Mulder knew he was in so much trouble that it was probably going to take the
rest of his lives just straightening out whatever happened on this one day. He
also knew that Alex would make it worth every nanosecond.
Painfully, Mulder moved into the bedroom to get dressed.
Alex went into the bathroom to shower, this time leaving the door unlocked.
Mulder laid out the Armani summer tuxes he had picked out for them both. He
didn't particularly care for the white coat for himself, but he chose these
deliberately because Alex was a work of art in this style. He started chuckling
as he remembered buying the suits. First, he had to explain to Alex that you
didn't just buy a tux like this off the rack, you went to a store, made the
purchase and then had a fitting. Alex had wanted to know what constituted a
fitting and Mulder answered, leaving out a few of the details. He wouldn't
repeat that trick, the tailor's medical bills were still coming in and it was
only because the man was terrified of Alex that he didn't sue. Mulder had ended
up having to measure Alex's other inseam.
He'd had to let Alex pace for an hour before he could get him to stand still
long enough to get that far. If they hadn't been purchasing two Armani tuxes
they would have been arrested, but the storeowner was a greedy bastard so he'd
'overlooked' Alex's behavior. That the man was also gay didn't hurt. He was
mesmerized by Alex, to the point that Mulder was starting to feel very
possessive. When Alex finally moved over to Mulder, invading his space to let
him know that he would now allow himself to be touched, Mulder had looked at
the owner and flashed him a very evil grin that said it all, " Mine!"
As they left the store Alex made his first comment since they entered the
place,
"Fucker isn't gay, he's festive", Alex growled.
Mulder almost dropped their packages. People thought Alex had no sense of
humor, they were so wrong. You just had to be able to understand it.
The groom was fighting with his own tux right at that minute. He hated the
feel of the thing. He felt as if he had been trussed for the oven like a
roast, but his Dana had wanted it, and he could stand it, just for this one
day.
Walter S. Skinner studied himself in the mirror and nursed his hangover. He
had drunk rather too much the previous night, in the company of Dana's partner,
Fox Mulder, and his strange, silent, deadly lover. Alex Krycek was an
unnerving presence at the best of times, but last night he had been especially
saturnine, drinking neat Stoli and occasionally interjecting as Mulder and
Skinner had shared anecdotes about his bride to be.
He wondered what the day would bring.
Dana herself was tempted to phone for a one way ticket to Paraguay, or
somewhere equally remote, and hide herself at the top of the highest mountain
she could find. She wondered why she had allowed herself to be talked into all
this fuss and furore. If she had been left to herself, she would have been
content merely to stroll to the registry office one lunchtime to tie the knot,
but her mother had been so disappointed that she had given in against her
better judgement. She had bitten the bullet and allowed her mom to organize
what she called a 'quiet wedding'.
She was still not sure how the heck 400 guests, a marquee and an army of
caterers could be called a quiet wedding, but it was soon going to be over. In
just another eight hours, she and Walter would be on a jet heading for Puerto
Plata, and a week in the sun. Hopefully that would give their jangling nerves
the opportunity to die down
All she had to do right now, apart from looking beautiful, was to get through
the day without permitting any of the factions at her wedding to come to blows.
Easy! Child's play!
Frowning, she contemplated Fox Mulder, knowing his propensity for causing
trouble. Once she had allayed her own fears regarding Mulder, her thoughts
sprang instantly to the hell born brat he had taken up with. Alex Krycek and
Fox Mulder, the thought of the two of them running amok at her wedding sent her
worriedly to the phonebook to look for travel agents that sold South America.
At that point her mother returned to the room to help her on with her dress,
and her chance of flight was over with.
Her mom was preoccupied with the fact that the caterers had commandeered her
kitchen, and were even now attempting to round up and contain the twenty live
lobsters they had brought to cook, and which had unaccountably escaped their
box.
Once Mulder had gotten dressed, he went in to check his email and phone
messages. He was halfway through a drunken message from Frohike when Alex moved
into view. Mulder was astounded. Privately, he was very concerned about how
Alex and the tux would get along, they'd had a bad start and his lover was not
exactly what he considered polished in the sartorial arena. Alex prowled into
the kitchen and rummaged through the cabinets, totally unaware of Mulder's
reaction. Alex wore the suit like he was wearing his jeans and leather jacket.
Armani couldn't dent Alex's bad-ass posture, this man was wearing the suit, the
suit was not wearing him. He was stunning, beauty personified. Turning to look
at Mulder, Alex caught the rapt expression and decided now was a good time to
begin playing.
"I'm hungry," he said quietly.
Mulder swallowed twice, and answered, "Baby, there is going to be tons of great
food at the wedding reception."
Alex repeated, but lower this time, with more urgency, "I'm. Hungry."
Mulder walked over to him and put his arms around Alex's broad chest, although
his long arms barely made the circumference. Alex may behave coldly, but he
radiated heat all the time.
"What are you hungry for, Alexei?" Mulder asked with equal quietness and
urgency. His need for this man was overwhelming, he could smell Alex's own
dusky fragrance. Everything about him intoxicated Mulder.
"Has to be hard, long," Alex rumbled, almost inaudibly. He then slowly lowered
his eyes and shifted his stance so that his pelvis was pressed against
Mulder's.
"You aren't wearing any underwear." Mulder couldn't help but notice as he
pushed back into his lover's tight, hard thighs and crotch. Mulder lowered his
hands to that excellent ass and began massaging, feeling the strength straining
at the thin cloth. Alex lifted his hand and pressed one long finger firmly
against Mulder's lips. Mulder got the message and shut up.
Both men began to gently rock back and forth, letting their erections enjoy the
friction. Mulder could sustain only one thought. Alex was relenting! Mulder
knew that Alex had more control than he did when it came to sex, but Alex's
appetite was insatiable. Just as Mulder was bringing one hand around to massage
the front of him, Alex easily reached around Mulder and picked up the large
pretzel stick he had pulled from the cabinet and laid on the counter. He tucked
just the end into his mouth and slowly sucked it further in, using his tongue
to lick at the bottom as he used his voluptuous mouth obscenely. His eyes now
locked on Mulder's and his breathing deepened and became harsher, panting like
an animal.
Mulder wondered if he was going to be the first man to die from an overdose of
eroticism. Something about the expression in Alex's eyes frightened Mulder
enough that his brain started functioning again. Mulder froze. He finally
realized what Alex was doing and the mother of all groans started in the bottom
of his feet and worked its way up his tortured body and out of his mouth. Alex
slowly, inexorably, backed away and sauntered into the living room as Mulder
stood by the sink, bent over and moaning. Then he heard it, unmistakable for
anything else.
Alex was laughing.
The tremors that shook Mulder's body were testament to the effect that his
lover had on him. However, he knew better than to try and remonstrate with him
when he was in this kind of mood. The last time he had tried to do so, Alex
had bound and gagged him, sucked him until he was close to blowing a fuse, and
then gone off out for the evening, leaving him stranded, hot, and totally
unable to help himself. It hadn't helped that Scully had been the one who
found him like that and released him. When Alex had come home, he had given
Mulder his most arrogant stare, and refused to touch him for a week, preferring
to jerk himself off while Mulder suffered from pangs of unrequited lust. He
wouldn't be doing that again.
He turned to look at his reflection in the mirror, and as Alex strolled over to
stand beside him, he took in the sight of the two of them together. They were
of a height, the two of them, and both were dark. Both of them were handsome,
but that's where the similarities ended. If he himself was built for speed,
Alex was built for power. Mulder was slim and strong, wearing clothes with
the elegance of a fashion model. He was careful of his appearance, never
liking to be less than well groomed. Alex, on the other hand, didn't care. He
was sturdy, with a deep chest and strong arms. He was Mulder's opposite in
many ways, not caring one wit about the clothing he carelessly draped onto his
body. He preferred to go naked at home, but his usual outfit of choice was
battered jeans and plain T-shirt, covered by the ubiquitous leather jacket.
His appearance in the tux was a revelation. Mulder had thought that the
unaccustomed apparel would somehow have dented his lover's self-confidence, now
he could see that this was not going to be the case.
Moving in to stand beside him, Alex casually draped an arm around him, and
Mulder turned his head to nuzzle at his cheek.
"I love you, Alex." His voice was quiet, matter of fact, but nobody hearing
could doubt the sincerity of the softly spoken words.
"I know you do, G-man," Came the husky reply "But don't think I'm going to ease
up on you today. You don't get any fun out of this until I do." He kissed the
angle of Mulder's jaw, the flicker of a pointed tongue sending shivers through
from his neck to his navel. Absently, his hand crept down to press against his
own crotch as he moaned. Cobra fast, Alex had his hands at Mulder's throat,
the fingers tightening until blood roared in his ears, and the world faded to a
place where all that existed were Alex's fingers around his neck. "Don't you
dare! If you touch yourself again, you'll regret it for the rest of your very
short life. That's mine, do you hear me? Mine, and I forbid you to touch it."
Wordlessly, he nodded, unsure if he would ever be able to speak again. His
lover studied him intently for a few minutes, and then kissed him very
suddenly, deep, hard, and dangerous.
"We'd better get going if we wanna see the Ice Queen get hitched." There was
nothing in Alex's voice but amusement, but Mulder still had that sinking
feeling in his belly as he followed his unpredictable lover out to their car.
Alex took the car keys from Mulder's hand.
"I drive."
It was a statement, not a suggestion. Mulder figured it would give some time to
come up with a lie to tell Scully when she asked him about the bruises that
were even now growing darker on his throat. He also knew that she'd know what
had really happened. Scully wasn't completely convinced that someday Alex
wouldn't kill Mulder, and she made that very clear to him.
Mulder looked over at his lover. Alex was driving fast, as always, ever silent
and intense in his concentration. He felt Mulder's stare and without looking
over, placed his hand on Mulder's leg.
It was a possessive gesture. Alex was very tactile with Mulder, touching him,
moving in close, breathing his air. Mulder knew that Alex was dangerous, it was
an intrinsic part of him, no more separate than the unnaturally lush eyelashes
that framed the windows to Alex's soul. He also knew that Alex would never kill
him, or let him be killed.
Mulder couldn't explain it adequately to Scully, but he felt safer with this
deadly man than he had ever been. He was safer than most people would ever be
in their entire lives. Alex would torment Mulder sexually, harass him mentally
and cause him no end of difficulty, but he would never cause him real harm.
Mulder knew this without doubt. He had known it from the first time they had
made love. Alex had let down the Kabuki mask he wore and Mulder had seen
something so deep, so primitive, so possessive in those eyes that he knew he
was mated for life.
Alex owned Mulder, loved him in the only way he understood and Mulder cherished
it, needed it and would never let go, never underestimate it. He didn't need
Alex to profess traditional love, he needed Alex as he was, for what he was and
he knew Alex needed him. That was a helluva lot more than Mulder had seen in
most traditional relationships, no matter the pairing.
Alex swerved the car into the parking lot of a convenience store and turned off
the ignition, interrupting Mulder's musings.
"What do you need, baby?" Mulder asked.
"Altoids. Stay here."
"Mulder did. He didn't need anything and he knew that Alex was not in the mood
to have him follow every footstep right now. A big smile crossed his face when
he saw the reaction of several young women as they did a jaw-dropping double
take at seeing Alex. Alex didn't notice them, he never did see how people
reacted to him. Mulder thought it was one of his finest traits. Zero vanity. He
had to admit, coming and going Alex was mighty fine in that tux. Even the
tailor would have agreed.
Alex went to the back of the store and made a series of rapid phone calls on
his cell phone, then grabbed some Altoids, actually paid for them this time,
and exited the store. The young women were still standing outside, reluctant to
miss any view of him. Mulder understood. He wanted to tell them the view was
even better without the clothes, but he kept that nugget to himself.
Alex climbed back into the car and pulled out into traffic, they'd be at the
Scully residence soon.
Pulling up outside Dana's parent's house, Mulder was a little nervous as he
watched Alex's reaction to the valet who wanted to take their car away and park
it. He relaxed when his lover finally relinquished the keys. Then as Alex
turned to him with his sardonic smile, and threw his arm around Mulder's
shoulders, he melted, snuggling against the vibrant body that bracketed his, as
the sexy rumble of his lover's voice reached him.
"Come on, baby, let's go get hitched."
The door to the house was standing open, and the commotion inside was all but
ear splitting. Caterers were dashing between Kitchen and marquee, and
somewhere in the background, someone was lamenting lost lobsters. A man with a
clipboard and glasses that hung around his neck from a cord minced about in
very tight jeans calling for more something or other, and was ignored utterly.
That is to say ignored utterly at least until he came nose to nipple with Alex,
who was on his way through to the back yard to see what the heck was happening
out there.
"Oooooh!" shrilled the man with the clipboard, fingering Alex's lapel, "Where
did you spring from?"
Alex grinned, a nasty grin, and made to move past him, but he remained in front
of the long-suffering hit man, buzzing and flapping like a particularly
irritating insect. It was inevitable of course. Mulder winced as Alex swatted
him, laying him out neatly along the deck just beyond the porch.
He turned, holding his hand out to Mulder, and together, the two of them picked
their way through the commotion and out into the sunlight.
The back yard was set with chairs, ready for the ceremony, and a platform upon
which a band would later play for dancing at the reception. Bill Scully, in
his shirtsleeves, was busy supervising the layout of cables and things, and
there were a couple of men with him, rigging floodlights and sound equipment.
Alex watched this for a moment or two, and then his interested gaze moved
beyond, to where a large box stood, perfectly alone on the grass.
He moved over to peek inside, and then, his most angelic expression spreading
his features like gilt on gingerbread, he picked up the box, and ambled off
with it. By the time that Mulder had turned back to find him, he had
disappeared around the corner of the marquee.
Uttering a curse, Mulder hurried after him, and was just in time to see his
beloved returning, dusting his hands together gently. Of the box, there was no
trace.
Fascinated, Mulder studied his lover. There was a decided air of naughty
little boy about him as he slid up to Mulder and snaked his arm around him.
"The damned wedding's supposed to start in an hour and a half. They'll never
be ready in time." Mulder pulled back to examine his sweetie, and nodded to
himself when Alex refused to meet his eyes, pulling him in instead to a kiss
that curled up his toes and scorched his tonsils. As Alex finally allowed him
to move away once more, delicately scritch-scratching the front of his pants as
he did so, Mulder had forgotten his suspicions, forgotten his unease, and
almost forgotten his fucking name as his cock jumped under Alex's hand.
Just at that moment, Bill Scully appeared, face frowning, and for a moment,
Mulder's torture was reprieved.
It wasn't a long reprieve. Bill Scully's face always had the expression of a
constipated man when he spoke to Mulder. His sister was a doctor, Mulder mused,
why didn't she ever tell him about suppositories?
Mulder realized that Bill was talking at him. He also realized that Alex had
vanished, moving away as smoothly as a cat. Mulder suppressed a groan.
Sometimes having a vivid imagination was a real curse.
Bill was talking about his new car, the huge SUV parked in the driveway. He
insisted that Mulder come around the side of the house for a minute so he could
thump his chest in the male ritual of "mine is bigger than yours". Bill was
extolling the SUV when his mother began calling for him from inside the house.
Mulder took advantage of the diversion to scan the area for Alex, he had to
collar him and fast. As Bill was looking away, yelling answers to his mother's
questions, Mulder saw movement inside the SUV. He focused a little more. It was
a sizeable lobster claw, evenly waving back and forth just above the side
window, a little crustacean metronome.
For a minute, Mulder tried very hard to believe that one of Bill's kids had
left a toy in the SUV, but he couldn't sustain the lie.
Rapidly, the extent of having twenty lobsters sitting in your vehicle all day
in the hot sun began to compound in Mulder's mind. His cheeks puffed out and
his face began to get red as he attempted to hold in a combination bray of
laughter-horror. He failed. Mulder ended up bending double and choking.
Bill turned around and began pounding on his back, assuming the sorry
son-of-a-bitch had choked on one of his damn sunflower seeds. That was just
what he needed today, his sister's idiot partner choking to death on her
wedding day! Mulder pulled himself upright, fending off the onslaught to his
back.
"Bill, I'm okay. I just swallowed a bug."
"You swallowed a bug?"
"Uh huh, a big one. It was flying, it crunched, so I think it may have been a
Japanese beetle"
Bill Scully stared at Mulder. Shaking his head in disgust, he mumbled under his
breath about being pitying that poor stupid bug and headed back into the fray
of preparations.
Mulder had time to take a quick look at the SUV. The waving lobster claw was
gone, down for the count. Rustling in the bushes around the opposite side of
the house caught his attention.
Alex poked his head around and gave Mulder a gleeful smile. The he held up his
hand, his index finger raised. Mulder began to choke again. Alex had just given
him a signal, "That was number one". Alex disappeared and Mulder began to
trudge back to the melee. He might as well say "Hi" to Scully while she would
still speak to him.
He circled the house, trying to spot where his errant love might have gone.
When he found him at last, he was standing, dreamily surveying the swimming
pool at the side of the building. When Fox hove into sight, he looked up with
a sunny smile on his face, and reached out to take Mulder's hand in his.
Mulder began to feel as though today might be worthwhile after all. Alex
didn't often hold his hand. The missing arm made him feel very vulnerable, and
he usually felt trapped unless his hand was available and unencumbered.
Right now he was concentrating on pushing Mulder's blood pressure sky high once
again, drawing tiny circles on Mulder's palm with his thumb. Mulder moved
closer to Alex, pressing himself up against the lithe body that he craved so
badly. He was rewarded by a warm arm sneaking around him under his jacket, and
firm fingers that gently began to explore the crease of his ass.
"Alex, lover, please... " He knew he was whining. Alex glanced at him in some
amusement and slowly disengaged himself from the lust-dazed Mulder, laying his
hand against the side of his neck and leaning in to slide moist lips against
Mulder's own. Fox groaned at the contact, and moved forward, trying
desperately to deepen the embrace. It was not to be. With another snicker,
Alex turned and began to walk back towards the house, tossing a very worrying
remark over his shoulder as he did so.
"I wonder," came the breathy murmur, "What would happen if the drains became
blocked."
"You wouldn't." Fox gasped, knowing even as he said it that he had made a
grave tactical error. Of course he would, especially now. He wondered what he
could do to divert his beloved's attention, and breathed a sigh of relief when
his sweet obsession turned and made his way back into the house.
Clipboard Man was still in evidence, and Alex curled his lip in a snarl as the
man approached. Fortunately, the man detected that he was persona non grata,
and backed off as Alex poised himself to attack. Then they were through the
living room and on their way up the stairs to find the groom.
Alex forged ahead, not caring for one second that he had no idea where in the
house Skinner might be. He tried room after room, surprising shrieks from
several young ladies, and a very definite come-on from one matron of
indeterminate age. For a minute, Alex, wearing his very best evil smirk,
looked as though he were going to stay and fool around with her, but then he
apparently recalled his mission. He kissed the lady soundly, told her he would
see her later, and sauntered off.
Mulder was really relieved when at last he found Skinner's room although the
groom appeared to be a little worse for wear. Closing the door, the three of
them stared at each other, and then, with a flourish, Alex produced a hip
flask, and offered it to Skinner.
Skinner accepted the flask, opened it and took a long swallow. He took a second
one. Before he could take a third, Mulder reached out and took the flask from
Skinner's hand. That he could do this without Skinner giving Mulder his
AD-From-Hell-Stare was a strong indication that the man was in Venice mode,
sinking slowly.
"Is it wedding day jitterbugs, Sir?" Mulder asked.
"What the hell is a jitterbug Mulder? No, wait, I don't want to know," Skinner
mumbled.
"Wizard of Oz". This startled both men and they looked over at Alex.
"You've seen 'The Wizard of Oz'? Mulder asked, clearly astonished.
"30 times", Alex answered.
Skinner sat down on the bed. "Of all days, today you mention that movie.
Unbelievable, Krycek, Mulder is rubbing off on you."
"Once I'm happy he will, bet your ass on it," Alex answered, gracefully moving
his head around to leer at Mulder. He then stuck out his tongue and touched his
nose with it. Mulder's legs gave out and he landed on the bed, beside Skinner.
Once he got his breathing controlled, Mulder asked the AD, "Why is that movie
pertinent today, Sir?"
"Walter, a man who is going to die should be called by his first name", Skinner
answered. Mulder and Krycek exchanged glances.
"The Wicked Witch of the West is here", Skinner leaned over and placed his head
in his hands, covering his face. "She's my older sister, she showed up
uninvited. She loved Sharon and hates Dana," Skinner moaned into his hands.
"She's here to eviscerate me".
Alex looked down at the miserable man, his Kabuki mask firmly in place for the
first time that day.
"Describe her."
Skinner didn't look up, if he had, he would not have continued speaking. No one
would have spoken lightly to Alex when he was masked.
"She's 5"11, dark brown eyes, female, Caucasian, stout build and last seen
wearing a lilac dress." He had just described the matron who had propositioned
Alex! Mulder quickly looked up to read his lover's expression. Alex took the
flask from Mulder, knocked back a long swallow, and gave it to Skinner. His
eyes were glowing, malice-filled beacons. He turned and headed out the bedroom,
his body in full prowl. The last thing Skinner and Mulder heard was,
"Ding Dong, The Witch is Dead" being whistled as the door softly closed.
The two G-men looked at each other and shrugged. Mulder watched as Skinner
took a further long draught from the flask, and the reached out a long arm to
snag it. Raising it to his lips, he discovered that it contained only the
merest trickle of spirit, and looked around for a refill. The strong bite of
the alcohol was soothing in a way that seemed not just right but perfectly
necessary. He looked into the flask, screwing it against his eye in a forlorn
desire to make it full once more.
Walter watched his progress with interest, and finally turned to rummage in the
cabinet beside his bed. With triumph, he turned to Mulder, waving a 3/4 full
bottle of Jack Daniels. Mulder smiled, his first real smile that day, and
reached for it, and together, the two of them settled down to trade their
horror stories.
It was half an hour before the wedding. Guests had begun to stream into the
old house, and Margaret Scully had fixed a smile on her face and begun to greet
her guests. Smiling in a somewhat panic stricken fashion she lead them all out
to the area beside the pool, where the collection of relatives and colleagues
had formed a number of little, loose clumps talking in a desultory fashion if
this and that.
When Fox Mulder and Walter Skinner emerged to join the growing throng, they
both had apparently acquired an irresistible urge to sing. The two of them
approached the stairs looking gently mussed, and attempted to descend them
together.
They did not fit.
After studying the problem for a minute, and pausing in his exceptionally
tuneless rendition of Mambo #5, Skinner turned to Mulder with a triumphant
smile.
"You know what it is? We need to turn sideways. We don't fit." Mulder, who
at that moment was executing a couple of stylish dance steps at the head of the
stairs, surveyed the old fashioned, colonial style staircase.
"Wanna slide down the banisters. Always wanted to do that." He moved closer
to the head of the stairs. Skinner giggled. (it could only be called giggling)
and put one large, stubby forefinger to his lips.
"Don't tell them that's what we're gonna do. 'S just not expected of an
Assistant Director. You guys get all the fun."
"Do not!"
"Do too" Mulder slung his leg over the banister and prepared to ride it down
into the hallway below. Skinner, watching the proceedings with a great, loose,
sloppy grin on his face, saw Mulder set off down the shining, beeswaxed length
of the rail, and then settled himself in position to follow him down.
Rapidly approaching the foot of the stairs, Mulder suddenly, and with a certain
amount of horror, noticed the extremely large newel post at the bottom of the
stairs. It suddenly became important for him to stop before he caused extreme
damage to those parts of himself that were even now thinking longingly of Alex.
Too late! As Mulder put out hands to catch hold of the post and break his
headlong downward plunge, the full weight of Assistant Director Walter Skinner
of the FBI cannoned into his back at a speed of what felt like 30mph.
The screaming woke the dead. People rushed to the sound as swiftly as they
would have run from a fire. Dana knew ER sounds when she heard them and ran
from her room, a doctor to her bones. Since she was wearing just her
undergarments, her veil and a flushed expression, she was a fetching sight.
Alex roared out of an upstairs bedroom, pushing Dana aside, his long legs
eating up the space between him and his screaming lover. Pantyhose and a rather
jaunty torn lilac dress lay in the hallway, a little pile of evidence that Alex
left without regard.
Bill Scully was thundering into the house from the backyard, in full voice, so
loud that Mrs. Scully's frantic questions went unheard.
Alex was lifting anyone in his way with one arm and tossing and scattering them
like tiny pieces of rice, so he reached the two fallen men first. Mulder was
flat on his back and still howling with gusto. Alex cradled the fallen man
tenderly, and Mulder's shrieking segued into laughing.
"What the fuck happened?" Alex pushed right into Mulder's face as he ground out
the words. People began to take baby steps backwards from the melee. Alex on
angry was not a setting anyone wanted to be near. Mulder's face was red, he was
wheezing as he now laughed hysterically.
"Fell sideways off the banister, fell sideways off the banister, fell sideways
off the banister", Mulder managed to choke out in a sing song tone. He wasn't
done singing yet, he had planned on a rousing version of "Papa Loves Mambo"
before he was through.
"Why?" Alex got eyeball to eyeball this time and Mulder began to get quieter.
"Cause I was gonna crunch my balls!" Mulder wailed. "You don't want me to
crunch my balls do you? You said they belonged to you!" These last words came
out in a rising quavering tone. He was now looking his most beseeching, a sorry
little boy who wanted to be petted. The guests began to baby step back toward
the men. They knew they'd be telling their grandchildren about this day.
Alex began a deep chuckle, it gained momentum and became full, rich laugh.
This pleased Mulder immensely, he had never seen Alex laugh like this before.
He was entranced. Alex was radiant, his nose crinkle had made an appearance and
several of the women (and a few of the men) envied Mulder beyond all others at
that moment. Now that he knew Mulder was safe, that no one had tried to harm
him, Alex didn't hide his relief. He gave Fox a loving kiss on the forehead.
That was all it took. Mulder was beaming now, and he chirped up at Alex.
"You are enjoying the day, can we fuck now?"
The avid wedding guests let out a collective hum, busy little bees gathering
all they could.
Dana Scully's voice silenced everything. "Walter is unconscious".
Margaret Scully fluttered around in a panic. Her daughter was clasping
Skinner's bald head to her scantily clad bosom, and the male members of the
crowd were pressing close in their valiant efforts to sustain and support her.
Nobody was paying any attention to Skinner himself, but Scully's uplift bra was
getting full marks. Pleas for a little space fell on deaf ears, until Alex
placed his two fingers between his teeth and whistled loud and shrill.
In a commanding voice, he ordered the crowd to move back, where finally Bill
Scully and his mother succeeded in persuading them to allow Dana and her
betrothed some air. She was examining him minutely, studying the eyeball that
glared balefully from the eyelid she had raised. She wasn't prepared for the
strong arm of her beloved to snake out and pull her down into a determined
clinch. A host of fascinated eyes, peering around the corner saw her betrothed
roll her over into an extremely thorough and comprehensive kiss.
"Dana, Dana darling...." Her mother was faint, but pursuing. Her brother was
somewhat more forceful as he strode over to the recumbent couple.
"Dana Scully!" he called in his best military manner, and the two of them
sprang apart, guiltily. Skinner, his glasses nowhere in sight, scrubbed madly
at the lipstick that now covered his face in an attempt to pretend that all was
well. He covered his mouth in a somehow childish gesture of shock, and
indicated Dana's outfit.
"You gonna get married in your underwear? You'll get cold." Scully stood up,
enchanting in white satin fresh from Victoria's secret, and tugged on Walter's
arm.
"Come on, Walter. Let's find you some black coffee." Alex, surveying the
still pink and giggling heap that was his lover, nodded his agreement and
turned to coax Mulder to rise. Just at that moment, when Mulder was clinging
to him, trying to press wet hisses onto him, mumbling insistently about wanting
to be fucked, right there, and right at that moment. As he wrestled his
unsteady lover, there was a screech from the top of the stairs, and a very
haughty lady, clad in a torn lilac dress appeared, her face as dark and
forbidding as a summer thundercloud.
"Walter!" Skinner sobered up almost visibly as the barrage of sound assaulted
his ears.
"Jean?" The sound of Walter Skinner's voice came out as a small, inquiring
croak. He stumbled to his feet, and stood swaying dizzily, hanging on to the
banisters as he turned to face her. She descended the stairs in an extremely
dignified manner, pausing to sniff the air around Walter.
"Good heavens, Walter, you're drunk!" She reared back, curling her lip with
disdain. Walter stood, collecting his thoughts together slowly, and it was
left to Alex to respond.
"Yeah, but he'll be sober in the morning, but you'll still be fucking ugly."
There was a collective intake of breath and a sea of interested faces turned to
observe this new turn of events. He turned to Skinner, who was looking at him
with an open mouth. "I've always wanted to say that."
Dana chose that moment to drag Walter off into the kitchen, and finally the
crowd began to head out to where the chairs were laid out ready. Dana poured a
coffee for her intended, and then turned and fled up the stairs. On her way,
she passed by Jean, Walter's infuriated older sister, who was watching Alex as
he struggled with Mulder, her face red, and jaw dropped to her chest.
As she got her mouth under control, and drew a breath prior to begin speaking,
Mulder went on the air.
"Come on, baby, you promised." He flung his arms around Alex's neck with great
abandon, rocking his laughing lover back on his heels. You told me you'd fuck
me if you started to enjoy yourself." He glued his full lips onto his
saturnine lover's, and swept him into a full hot, hard embrace. Alex cast his
hands up in a mute plea, and then succumbed to the onslaught, winding his arms
around the other man and melting into the kiss. Dana returned at that point
wearing a flimsy wrap over her undies, and headed for the kitchen to succor her
swain.
Summoning all her formidable powers and remnants of slashed dignity, Jean
Myrtle Skinner Harris Upton descended the staircase, moving as a great ship
would as it loosed its final ropes to put out to sea. She approached the two
men who were engrossed in a passionate kiss, a mythic kiss, a kiss that sent
several of the couples present racing for empty rooms in the Scully house and
had one couple locked in a bathroom for the remainder of the day. She fixed her
most baleful stare on Alex.
"Young man", she spoke through tight, unmoving lips. "You have something of
mine!"
Alex, never moving his mouth from Mulder's, gave her the finger behind his
back. Jean had little experience with defeat, but she knew that this man had
shown it to her in full. She turned around with great stateliness, announced
her departure from "these dreadful people" and left the house. The door slammed
resoundingly behind her. Alex came up for air long enough to gaze into Mulder
bleary eyes and say,
"That's two."
He then turned the drunken, humming, totally aroused FBI agent around and took
him by the shoulders and steered him into the kitchen. Looking at the suck-egg
Skinner nursing his cup of midnight black something, Alex casually asked,
"Room for one more?"
"Sit him down, Krycek," Dana answered. She got up to get her slumping, mumbling
partner a cup of the same substance she was pouring into Skinner. Dana was
surprisingly relaxed, not herself at all. The Ice Queen had thawed. She handed
the cup to Mulder and Alex helped him get it to his mouth instead of his lap.
He had plans for the contents of that lap, and scalding was not one of them.
"Dana . . .", Skinner began, but she shushed him, gently, lovingly. Her mother
came into the kitchen, somewhat reluctantly as Dana began to speak.
"I've been thinking about all this, and there is one thought I cannot shake."
The men all became completely silent, waiting for the final toll of the bell of
doom.
"My father was a sailor", she continued, and amazingly she started to smile and
then to giggle charmingly.
"Mom, don't you agree, he would have loved this!" Dana was into a full giggle
fit now and her mother's eyes began to sparkle. The men were in silent awe.
They knew that they would never, ever have such luck again in their lives.
Mulder thought he might even reconsider his God theories.
"Yes, darling, he would have been howling with laughter," Mrs. Scully agreed.
She wiped the tears from her face, not all of them from her current gales of
laughter.
Skinner had begun to sober a bit, an odd expression crossed his face and he
looked up sharply, "Where is my sister?" he asked, his voice heavy.
"She left." Mulder slipped a look at Alex as he said this. Alex was the picture
of contentment, as relaxed as a cat in the sun.
"She said you had something of hers though," Mulder ventured now that he saw
that Alex's disposition would suffer his inquisitiveness. He was itching to
know what it was. With a flourish worthy of a grand magician, Alex pulled an
item out of his inside jacket pocket and using two long fingers, sat the
treasure delicately in the middle of the table. It was a pair of dentures.
"That's three," he said.
The roar of laughter that greeted the production of the pair of sparkling white
snappers was almost enough to wake the dead. Walter Sergei Skinner let go at
last, and laughed until the tears rolled sparkling down his cheeks. The others
who were grouped around the table looked on with alarm as the big man turned
purple and came close to falling off his chair. Dana pounded him on the back,
but he laughed on, until she couldn't hold back any more. Together, the two of
them leaned on each other and whooped, gasping for breath.
Mulder, who had followed this with a fascinated albeit fuddled gaze, suddenly
consulted his watch.
"I thought you were gonna get married, Scully? Does this mean you won't?" a
quick scrutiny of the clock revealed that Dana had five minutes to make herself
presentable. With a quick inspection of her rapidly sobering beloved, she fled
up the stairs once again.
Margaret Scully, torn between following her to help and staying to insure that
her unruly guests would behave themselves. Finally opting for the peacekeeping
role, she fussed over Skinner, smoothed Mulder's jacket, and at last ushered
the gaggle of G-men out into the yard, and in the general direction of the
chairs. Then she turned and hurried back into the house to assist her
daughter.
The priest stood ready and music was playing softly as Mulder and Krycek led
Walter Skinner to take his place before the assembled multitudes. His glasses
had unaccountably gone missing, and he found himself blinking owlishly at what
appeared to be a fuzzy blob but which actually was a crowd of very interested
spectators who were all congratulating themselves for attending this wedding.
The minutes past by on leaden feet. Walter had ceased to be purple, and was
heading for a very interesting shade of green, when at last a furtive signal
from the house resulted in the starting up of the wedding march, and shortly
thereafter, Dana appeared, gliding stately on the arm of her proud brother.
There was a collective gasp from the audience in general.
Brides are always beautiful. It's an unwritten law, and Dana was no exception.
She was slender and vivid, her flaming red hair and bright lips glowing through
the misty veil, her dress a froth of antique lace that began at her bosom,
allowing her white shoulders to rise up like a carving in marble. Lace spread
over her hips and foamed out to trail behind her on the grass. Clinging to
Bill's arm she stepped closer to her groom, and her brother patted her arm as
they took their positions.
Taking his place next to Walter, Fox felt in his pocket for the rings. Then he
felt in his other pocket. He felt in the pocket of his pants, and then began
to grow nervous. Alex took in the situation at a glance, and quietly faded out
of the picture before turning and running for their car. Jumping in, he put it
into gear, and performed a one-armed racing change as he sprayed gravel on his
way out of the drive.
He knew that there wasn't time to return to Alexandria. He had seen a jewelers
store as they came in this morning, and he screeched in, burning rubber as he
stopped the car three inches away from the clapboard front of the store.
Racing into the store, he demanded to see the wedding rings. The only problem
was trying to isolate one sales person to process his purchases, and get out in
a hurry when there were four women all desperate to help him.
Finally he had persuaded them to wrap up a pair of rings he thought were close
to the right sizes, and he drew out Fox's wallet, flinging Fox's Amex card down
with a flourish. The saleslady that won the skirmish to accept his card beamed
up into Alex's face as she ran the card through the machine, and Alex reflected
that Fox would probably be able to write it off as expenses anyway. On
impulse, he picked out an old fashioned brooch made from opals and peridots set
in gold, and added that to his purchases. Scully deserved a little something
for all the stress she had undergone that day.
Grabbing his purchases, he raced from the store and back to the car, retracing
his crazy dash while casting a worried eye on the time. His arrival back at
the Scully mansion was rapid and somewhat disconcerting for Skinner's sister
who had been ambling slowly about her business as she prepared to depart this
hell on earth. Alex, roaring past in his Grand Am practically took her nose
off. She stood gazing after the vehicle, only gradually becoming aware that
she had wet her pants.
Driving as close to the ceremony as possible, Alex hurled himself out of the
car and raced around the marquee. Arriving at the focal point, he was just in
time to hear the priest say "Is there any just cause or impediment..."
Bill Scully was ready to strike. After escorting his sister down the aisle, he
had not returned to his seat. Choosing instead to visit the open bar he had
downed two double scotches, neat. He could no longer stand this assault on his
concepts of dignity and propriety. This marriage had to be stopped, he was the
man to do it. He turned and began to sway toward the aisle. Self-righteousness
shone from him and he trailed clouds of glory and farts of scotch in his quest
to save Dana from herself. She never did know her place anyway, it was time she
learned.
He opened his mouth to deliver the 11th commandment when it was slammed full of
a large cheeseball that had only seconds earlier been on the catering table.
Alex appeared in front of him, filling his view, obliterating the earth and
sky. He reached out his prosthetic arm and cupped the back of Bill's head, his
real hand he saved for cupping Bill's balls. He squeezed them, hard. Bill made
a gurgling sound, as he crossed his eyes and his legs while simultaneously
sinking to his knees. Alex dipped gracefully with him, still holding onto Bill.
His unease towards Alex became total terror. Sensing this, Alex moved into
Bill's space, his breath on the other man's cheek.
"Boo!" he whispered, and let go of his prey.
Bill Scully executed a beautiful leap up and back, right into the swimming pool
that was directly behind him. He barely made a sound as he entered the water,
so clean was the backwards dive. Alex watched with sincere interest as the
other man sank to the bottom. Bubbles and bits of cheeseball rose to the
surface. Alex turned, strode toward the wedding party, Bill already forgotten.
Later, one of the caterers who had helped rescue their patron from the pool
swore that he heard the pantherman say the words, "That's four".
Mulder was sobering. He was trying fervently to retain his trademark cool, but
something about 'trying to be cool' ruined the effect.
"Where the hell is . . . .", his low moan was interrupted as Alex materialized
at his side and handed him the rings. Alex leaned in and bit him on the ear.
Mulder held in a very little yelp as he shot a hard look at Alex.
"You weren't breathing, G-man, very un cool not to breathe", Alex purred into
the violated ear. The priest called for the rings, and Mulder turned his
attention to his duty. He handed them to Walter. Walter began to put the ring
on Dana's finger. She let out a little gasp. Mulder froze.
"Omigod," she sighed, looking up at Walter.
"You went back and bought the rings I had really wanted," Dana spoke this in a
voice that was part sexy growl, part delighted little girl. Everyone within
earshot perked up. No one had ever heard Dana use such a tone. Mulder's
curiosity demanded that he stick his head directly into the middle of the scene
to examine the rings. They were spectacular. Beautifully intricate and ornate,
with exotic scrollwork worked into each band. Most
definitely a Dana Scully ring, most definitely NOT a Walter Skinner ring.
Russian Alex had chosen the rings he liked, and they were beautifully
Byzantine, totally in keeping with his tastes and totally opposite from
Skinner's.
Walter knew he had lost this round. The odd thing was, he no longer wanted his
own way, now that he saw how Dana beamed at him, he was deliriously happy. He
leaned into Mulder and said,
"I owe you for this."
Mulder answered as blithely as if he had actually known what had transpired.
"My pleasure, Sir." Mulder's head was beginning to swell when he felt a firm
hand travel up the crack of his ass and turn toward his crotch. The devil hand
began a slow descent toward his already rigid cock. Mulder let out a yowl that
was completely drowned by the band as the happy new husband and wife began
their walk back down the aisle.
Now it was time to party.
The crowd beat a joyful pathway towards the marquee, following the new Mr. and
Mrs. Walter Skinner. Dana's eyes shone, and as they reached the wide entrance
and stood to receive the congratulations of the people who were present, Mulder
and his sadistic beloved stood forgotten on the grass.
Alex had moved in close, and was gradually steering Mulder back towards the
wall while Mulder, torn between lust and his concept of decency, uttered
half-hearted protests.
"Alex..." (kiss, brief and wet on his lips.) "Alex, baby, not here." (Kiss,
deeper this time and dragging a moan from somewhere deep inside him.) "Bloody
hell, Alex!" they reached the wall and Mulder thumped back into it, dumping
breath and inhibitions alike as he felt the hard, hot, eager form of his
tormentor press along him, his busy hands cupping his ass to draw him tight
against the swelling bulge at his groin.
Mulder gave in to the moment and wanton to the core he spread his thighs as far
as he could, his tongue busily twining in to taste Alex's mouth. Hands buried
beneath the tux jacket worked furiously to find flesh, and he knew at that
moment that he would do it there, right there, wouldn't be able to stop if
that's what Alex wanted.
Alex was getting into the swing of it. He closed his eyes and glued his mouth
to his needy lover, sinking himself into the sweet heat of it, as the sun on
his back, the urgently stroking fingers and the rigidity of his lover's cock,
pressed in desperately against his own belly combined with the adrenaline high
on which he was flying.
In the distance Mulder could hear the sounds of laughter emanating from the
marquee, but it was too faint against the drumming of his own pulse to make him
turn. All he needed was Alex, and Alex was in his arms right here and now.
Mulder moaned.
It took the man who earlier had been wielding the clipboard to part them. He
had arrived somewhere between Mulder's first breathy moan, and Alex's
determined onslaught on the nipples that stood, tiny seeds of burgeoning
sensation, under the fancy dress shirt. Having spotted the lovers in their
clinch he was now surveying them with approval. His mistake was to draw
attention to himself by offering advice of a decidedly crude nature. Alex
jerked back with an oath, and fast as a cat he turned to stalk the hapless
fellow.
It was the work of only a few seconds to toss him into the pool, but the moment
had been lost, and Mulder sighed as he followed Alex towards the marquee, and
his partner.
"That's five," Mulder murmured under his breath. Alex had tired of his play and
he was growing restive, Mulder knew all the signs. Alex's chin was up, his left
shoulder hitched, his head tossed and most ominous of all, he had become
silent. Mulder knew that the darkness was rolling in, anything that Alex had
done up to that moment had been gentle. He had to get Alex home before he
shape-shifted into a primal force and these good people would be in peril.
Seating was finished for the banquet, and as best man, Mulder knew he was
expected to give the first toast to Mr. and Mrs. Skinner. He had been unable to
get Alex into the tent, and he was loath to leave him alone. Rushing to his
seat at the head table, Mulder shouted for silence. Everyone quieted and turned
to look at him. Mulder lifted his glass and began to speak. Simultaneously,
Mulder could hear deep growling accompanied by screams that had begun just out
of his sight. Acting quickly, Mulder shouted to the assembly,
"Let's have a big cheer for the beautiful bride!"
The crowd gleefully joined in, waving napkins, hooting, shouting for kisses
between the newlyweds. The inside noise covered the sounds of the outside
struggle. Mulder shot a glance at Scully, she knew his predicament and blew him
a kiss and mouthed to him, "GO HOME". He raced out of the tent and such was the
celebratory mood that no one even noticed his departure.
He charged out to find Alex crouched over the wet, scared-witless Bill Scully,
holding him in a death choke with his powerful right hand. Bill had powered up
on more scotch and gone searching for Alex to exact his revenge. To Bill
Scully's everlasting horror, he had found him. The hand that gripped Bill's
throat was no longer teasing. Alex was going for the kill and Bill knew it. He
could see it in Alex's eyes, hungry eyes, eyes that showed the need for a
sustenance other than mere meat and drink. Mulder reacted instantly.
"Alex", he said plaintively, "I feel sick, I need you," he ended the last in a
bare whisper. Then he slumped to the ground in a pitiful looking sprawl. Alex
had tuned out everything in his blood lust, but Alex was never blood-simple.
Mulder's voice sliced through the heat around him. He dropped Bill as an animal
drops a burden. He spun to Mulder and took in the tangled sprawl. Silently Alex
lifted Mulder, ignoring the inquiries of those who had come to the aid of Bill
in the grip of this madman, the aid of Mulder in his swoon. He carried Mulder
to his car and gently placed him in the passenger seat. Alex kneeled beside
him, checking pulse, respiration and running his hand so lightly over Mulder's
lower lip. Alex heard the people who had followed him, some to apprehend him
for his assault on Bill, others to check on Mulder to make sure this wild
creature was not hurting
him too. Alex turned and snarled, an inhuman sound, and the crowd retreated,
leaving the two men alone. Mulder opened his eyes and tiredly looked at his
protective lover,
"Take me home," he quietly asked. Alex closed Mulder's door, got into the car
and began the drive to their apartment.
Mulder rested on the drive, Alex was driving more slowly than usual and it gave
Mulder time to think, to plan. Now, HE was going to enjoy the day.
As the car pulled up in their parking stall, he had his plans in place. He
groaned plaintively, and Alex turned quickly to help him out of the car.
Leaning on the warm body of his lover, Mulder permitted Alex to lead him up to
their apartment.
The two of them reached the safe haven of the apartment, and Alex, still
solicitous, helped Mulder through to the bedroom, lowering him gently to sit on
the edge of the bed. Gazing up at his lover, Mulder reached to pull him close,
running his hands around the thin silk of his well fitting pants to cup his
ass, feeling the bunch and play of the muscles under the silk.
"You look so fine today, baby. Thank you for coming with me. It meant a lot."
Alex smiled down at him sardonically.
"I wonder if Bill Scully sees it that way. That jerk is such a freak."
Alex hissed an intake of breath as Mulder leaned in to nibble at the bulge that
was manifesting itself beneath his pants. Running his hands up Mulders flanks,
towards his armpits, Mulder mouthed the sturdy erection, and prompted Alex out
of his jacket. The garment lay puddled on the floor, and Mulder started on the
shirt, fumbling the buttons undone by touch as he continued to lick and suck at
Alex's crotch.
Alex, groaning now, was squirming under his lover's ministrations, enjoying the
assault, but wanting more. Mulder did not budge, his hands now clamped firmly
on Alex's butt, holding him still while he worked.
"Not enough, Fox. Need more..." The first intimation that Alex was losing
control came like music to Mulder's ears. He chuckled.
"You'll get more, love. You'll get a whole lot more." Slowly rising to stand,
he dragged his tongue over the other man's belly, up his chest, along the pale
column of his throat to lick his lips, and then covered Alex's mouth with his,
driving his tongue inside to flicker and dance over his lover's. The sudden
realization that Alex was losing control and as needy as he was sent a sudden
thrill swooping through him to invade the pit of his stomach.
Deftly, he turned Alex around, lowering him to the bed, and rising as if to
begin undressing. Alex lay, watching him out of hooded eyes, his face suddenly
predatory and a little cruel. Fox surveyed him, unsmiling, and then took
Alex's hand, bringing it to his lips to nibble on the fingertips as he walked
around to the headboard. Slapping his cuffs on him and tethering them to the
headboard was the work of an instant, and as he backed away, watching his
lover, he laughed out loud.
"Now, Alex Krycek... Now you get what's coming to you."
Alex lay looking at him, a sleepy smile on his face and a determined tightness
in the front of his wet, silk pants. Mulder slowly stripped, turning himself
this way and that as he did so, while Alex's smile grew broader.
Once he was naked, he settled himself on the bed beside his lover, and dipped
his head to apply his mouth to one of Alex's nipples, first flicking with his
tongue, and then nipping it sharply between his teeth, surprising a gasp out of
Alex.
Sitting up again, he looked at the man he was holding captive.
"You're just too fucking sexy for your own good." He slowly began to unzip
Alex's trousers, nibbling at the proud purple flesh that he exposed, and then
drawing the trousers off him to lie discarded beside his jacket and shirt, a
testimony to the day. Returning to Alex's straining cock, he lapped delicately
at the underside, watching as it pulsed under his tongue, and formed a single
droplet at its tip.
"Please Fox, come on. I want you to... " The voice was a hoarse groan, and
Mulder looked deep into his lover's eyes, his hand idly tugging on the erection
that he held.
"You've had what you wanted all day. It's my turn now. You need to be spanked
for what you did to Scully's wedding." He sounded stern, and Alex lost his
smile.
Rolling Alex onto his face, Mulder traced the pale, firm globe of Alex's
buttocks, then he pulled on his captives hips until he had Alex kneeling, ass
in the air, legs splayed apart until he was totally exposed. He nibbled at the
cheeks, moved lower, lapping at the little brown bud that was Alex's ass, and
then lower again to suck at the heavy balls that were hanging so temptingly.
He heard Alex moan again, and sat up to crouch behind him.
The first smack was totally unexpected. It connected with Alex's butt making a
lovely, satisfying crack. Alex jerked and squeaked.
"You son of a bitch." The words were a howl of surprised anguish.
"It takes one to know one, baby." There was a second smack, and a third, and
on and on until the white cheeks turned rosy. Alex had stopped yelling now,
and was shamelessly thrusting his behind back into the spanking, virtually
begging for more as Fox began to tease, running his hands along the crack of
Alex's ass.
Finally, Astroglide slick on his fingers, Mulder stroked his hand into Alex,
fingers stretching him, stroking him, invading him until the cries he was
giving were desperate. At last, he lubed himself up, and moved to enter his
lover.
As he pressed gently at the other man's ass, Alex thrust back sharply,
desperate to get the stimulation he needed, and Mulder gave a low cry. It was
hot inside his lover, and the walls that pressed on his cock were tight and
rippled with every slight movement they made. This was not going to be a slow
fuck. Mulder pushed in hard, reaching around to take Alex's cock in his hand,
and the began a hard, fast ride that brought the surging of sensation up along
his thighs as he heard Alex gasping "yes, yes, oh, God yes."
Alex was first, and Mulder felt the pulsing of his lover's dick as he gave it
up for him, heard the breathy cry of 'love you' as the man reached meltdown and
finally, the sticky spurt of semen, tangible evidence of his pleasure.
He wasn't far behind. The tightness in his balls suddenly intensified and he
could feel slick, silken ripples along his cock as Alex tightened up, clamped
down and sucked the sensation out of him.
Coming was a declaration of love for Alex, and the tingling bliss he felt was
something he owed to Alex. He cried out, pushed in deep, and spent himself,
sweet hot fire inside him, surging through him, slamming the fluid out of him,
and distilling itself into an explosion of delight that flared through his cock
until he couldn't stand it.
Falling forward, he lay along Alex's back, kissing his neck as he held him,
murmuring love, and hope and gratitude.
When he was able, he released the cuff, and took Alex in his arms.
As the two exhausted men lay together, Alex spoke.
"I never did block the drains".
Mulder started to giggle. He looked at Alex,
"It's okay. I did it when I was drunk."
They ended the day howling with laughter.
The End
Wedding of the
Year
by Ruthless and Relentless
It was going to be a gorgeous day. Fleecy little clouds floated in the azure
sky, and the sun was heating up even though the day was still young. The
Scully residence lay in the midst of an gloriously well established garden, and
the glowing green of the well manicured lawn was the focus of a hive of
activity. A marquee had been erected in the middle of the grassy expanse, and
caterers were bustling in and out, putting the finishing touches to a buffet
that was so lavish it made the tables groan. Dana Scully was up and about
already, pacing nervously in her underwear as she suffered her mother's
attention. Her dress lay ready in its swath of tissue paper, and her sister in
law, ungainly in the seventh month of her latest pregnancy was exclaiming over
it. Its silken folds shimmered on the bed and she sighed, thinking back to a
time when she had been slender enough to fit within its confines.
