"What makes you think that a man like Mr. Mulderanto would talk to a
roach like you?" The heavy sneered at me.
Good question that. I had asked myself the same thing a hundred
times over in the last few days. But Fox "La Volpe" Mulderanto,
ruling mob boss of Philadelphia, was my last hope.
So I ignored the sneer of the man in front of me stoically. A few
weeks ago I wouldn't have bothered with that garbage in human
disguise. I would've shoved my badge which identified me as an
honorable agent of the Bureau of Investigation under his nose and
would've simply walked into the club. That was a few weeks ago. Now
I actually had to talk to this jerk.
"Mr. Mulderanto told me that if I needed to I could talk to him. My
name's Krycek, Alex K-r-y-c-e-k."
Would the palooka get that? I could see him digesting the
information and mulling it over in his one brain cell. I could be a
con, yes, but if I wasn't and he went against Mr. Mulderanto's
wishes he might be in deep shit. He finally came to a decision.
"You wait here. I'll go and talk to Tony."
Yeah, just do that and make it quick.
I waited at the side-entrance of the nightclub 'Chez Cesare'. Quite
a fancy name for a liquor joint. Although I had to admit that it was
a pretty up-market one. Since I had been standing here I had seen
one big black limo after the other pull up in front of the main
entrance and the whole upper crust of Philadelphia waltz into the
club. The women dressed in figure hugging shiny satin dresses, only
partly visible under their long fur coats. The men with gelled back
hair and in elegant tuxedos.
All I could afford was a crumpled suit. Being on the nut did bad
things to your wardrobe choice.
To think that only six weeks ago I was a special agent with the
Bureau of Investigation. I liked the work. Becoming a member of the
BI was a dream come true. Until it turned into a nightmare. They
framed me but by the time I'd realized that, it was too late.
During the course of an investigation I'd found out a few things
about Senator Whiteshawn. He wasn't only a highbinder, nope, he
liked his girls young, extremely young. What I didn't find out was
that he had connections. High up connections. I should've never
touched the case. But with typical Krycek stubbornness I dug right
into it and I dug deep. So they got rid of me the dirty way. Set me
up and made me look like the guilty party.
My boss told me I had one hour to leave the Bureau and that I was
lucky that I didn't end up in the slammer. But the senator wasn't
happy with just having me kicked out of the Bureau. He wanted my
ass. When I returned from the Bureau to my apartment, only to be
told by my landlord that I had to move out 'pronto' I should've been
warned. I wasn't. At that time I though it would be easy for a
young, able man to find a job. I had been a copper so I tried the
Shop, but of course they didn't want me back. I tried security,
sales work, anything. It took me six long weeks to realize that I
was finished in this city. I'd never get a job. I was tainted.
Whiteshawn made sure of that.
Now I was running low on cash and self-esteem. I was tired of
sleeping in the flophouse. It was full of disgusting old boozehounds
who couldn't keep their dirty hands to themselves. Their leering and
jeering got to me more and more each night and I hadn't had a full
nights sleep for at least a week. I really needed to get a job. Any
job. That's when I remembered Fox Mulderanto.
I had met him last Christmas at a big charity party. I went there
with my then girlfriend, Alyss. Her folks were old money. They never
understood why she went out with a Polack from the wrong side of
town, but what Alyss wanted she usually got. And back then she
wanted me. At least that's what I thought.
Unlike Alyss I wasn't that thrilled to go to the party. In fact I
couldn't care less, but one has to keep a dame happy, so Alyss'
father grudgingly secured us an invitation. Anybody who's anybody
was there. Plenty of fat old business tycoons and their pretty, far
too young wives who eyed me up unabashedly. Politicians and society
ladies. And of course the families with connections.
It was Mulderanto's party. The money collected that night would go
to a children's hospital. Nice touch that. Mulderanto had provided
the food, the drinks, and the entertainment. Only the best, of
course.
A table in the middle of the club was reserved for Mulderanto and
his company. Sipping on my champagne I idly watched their table
which was just a few feet away from where Alyss and I were standing.
A few select guests, who were obviously considered important enough
to dine with what could truly be called the real power in
Philadelphia, were seated at the table. I recognized the mayor and
his wife as well as Ariel Riebenstein, a wealthy banker.
Then I noticed Mulderanto for the first time. Gee, he was a real
eye-catcher. Tall, slim, elegant, and young. I'd always pictured him
to be plump, greasy looking and old. No way. This Fox Mulderanto was
a very attractive man. Next to him sat an exotic looking woman. She
wasn't your average bleached, blonde bimbo. That babe had class.
Dark hair down to her waist, pale skin, huge green eyes framed by
dark long lashes, sensuous mouth. She looked familiar. I didn't make
the connection until Alyss, who was standing next to me, let out her
breath audibly.
"Alex, just look at that woman over there. She could be your twin."
Matter of fact she could. It was eerie, but I looked at the female
version of the face I saw each morning in the mirror. She even had
my nose. I simply hate my nose. Had it deliberately broken in a
fight once just to get rid of that damn 'cute' tilt, but
unfortunately it had healed just fine.
Mulderanto must have felt us staring and looked into our direction.
For a brief moment he seemed every bit as surprised as us at the
likeness then he simply smiled at us and turned around to the next
table on which four men where seated. Hired muscle and the bulges in
their suits told me they were packing. One of them got up and walked
over to where Alyss and I were standing.
"Mr. Mulderanto would like to meet you," the man said with a strong
Italian accent.
Needless to say that it was an order, not an invitation. Alyss and I
went over to Mulderanto's table. He got up. Made the introductions.
The exotic beauty was a Miss La Lunette. We all sat down. Mulderanto
had a soft, somewhat flat voice. Not the trace of an accent. He
sounded more like Philly aristocracy than Alyss ever would. We made
small talk.
"Well, Mr. Krycek, the similarity between you and Coco is just
amazing. You're sure you're not related?"
I just smiled for lack of a witty answer.
"Darling, don't embarrass Mr. Krycek," La Lunette saved me with
amusement in her voice.
I could've sworn she was winking at me. And judging from Alyss'
frown she must've noticed it too. I knew that Alyss thought little
of women like Coco La Lunette. They just didn't fit her small, neat,
bourgeois world.
The conversation turned to more mundane topics.
Mulderanto sure was not your average mobster. Educated, intelligent,
witty. I enjoyed talking to him nearly as much as looking at him.
And look at him I did. Close up I couldn't help but notice his eyes.
Deep warm hazel eyes with a zest and sparkle in them that was
irresistible. Oh, I've read about wanting to drown in somebody's
eyes, but I always thought that just happened in stupid romance dime
novels. But every time Mulderanto looked at me I felt like a
thousand butterflies were dancing fox-trot in my belly. I had last
felt like that when I was about 13. How could a complete stranger
make me feel that way ten years later? Luckily Mulderanto seemed
oblivious to my cow-eyed admiration.
After a little while I got up to dance with La Lunette.
"How do you know Mr. Mulderanto, Miss La Lunette?"
"You can call me Coco. All my friends do. And I'm sure we'll become
good friends," she flirted. "Mulder won't like it, but I'll tell you
anyway. He saved me from my boyfriend. Phil used to beat me up
regularly. Now I dance in one of Mulder's clubs. You're shocked Mr.
Krycek?"
I wasn't. She probably was a hell of a dancer and her boyfriend was
a stupid fool to mistreat a classy girl like that.
"Mulder?"
"Nobody calls him Fox. His friends call him Mulder, short for
Mulderanto. He likes you."
I looked at her unsure whether I heard her right or not.
"I'm not kidding. I know that look in his eyes. You're just his
type."
I didn't know what to say. I thought it best to ignore her remark
and the meaning behind it.
"Oh I'm sorry Alex, I can call you Alex can't I, now I've really
shocked you."
She didn't though. These were the 20's after all. Besides I have
always been attracted to both men and women. But as a copper it was
something you didn't talk about and in the BI it would've been sheer
career suicide to admit to being interested in men.
Therefor my experiences with men were rather limited. Limited to two
men in fact. One was Steven my sergeant in the Shop and the other
was the biggest mistake ever. Luigio Cardinale, a stool pigeon, whom
I first met when I worked as a patrol officer. He was a slimy little
weasel, the epitome of sleaze but I didn't see it then. He showed me
how hot it could be between two men and for that I fell in love, or
more accurately in lust, with him.
Where Steven was shy and naive like me, Luigio was bold and
aggressive. He was addictive, like ersatzsugar, a forbidden fruit I
just had to taste. But I caught diarrhea fast enough. After we'd
been seeing each other for a few weeks he threatened to rat about
our affair to my boss. Unless I made it worth his while not to say
anything. He knew I had no money so he asked for payment in 'natural
goods'. Spend some quality time with some of his friends for
instance. I refused and he snitched on me to Steven, not knowing
that we'd been involved.
Lucky for me my ex-lover told Luigio in no uncertain terms what he
thought of black-mail. That it would be easy to turn the tables and
that he wouldn't hesitate to circulate the fact that Luigio was an
informer. Luigio backed off. I never saw or heard of him again.
The band finished the song and we went back to the table. Just when
we got back Alyss and Mulderanto got up to dance. He was a good
dancer and moved with an effortless elegance. His graceful body was
just made for dancing. I was mesmerized. When I looked at Coco she
smiled at me knowingly. That woman simply saw too much, it was
unnerving.
After Alyss and Mulderanto returned to the table we talked some
more. We talked into the small hours of the morning in fact. Finally
Alyss and I got up to bide our leave. Mulderanto looked at me with
those expressive hazel eyes of his.
"It was a pleasure making your acquaintance Mr. Krycek and I do hope
we meet again. If you need my assistance in anything just let me
know".
Three months later Alyss ditched me for a more suitable admirer. A
millionaire 25 years her senior. Her parting words "you didn't
really expect me to marry you, did you?" cut deep. At the same time
I joined the Bureau of Investigation. I lost myself in the work
until that fateful day I came across the Whiteshawn case.
And that's how I ended up standing in front of one of Mulderanto's
clubs abasing myself before his watchdogs.
Mr. Beefy returned. He looked slightly subdued, but he just opened
the door for me and I walked in ahead of him. Inside there was a
second hood. He frisked me quickly and efficiently. They led me
along a dimly lit corridor and then up a squeaky old staircase. In
the distance I could hear faint noises coming from the nightclub.
Goon number one knocked on a wooden door at the end of the
staircase. The door was opened from the inside by another thug.
Mulderanto sat at a huge oak desk. In front of him sat a tall,
muscular, balding man with glasses. A third man stood by the window.
All three of them completely ignored our entry.
"Listen Skinnetti," Mulderanto's voice was icy venom as he addressed
the man facing him, "I want that Spender problem solved once and for
all. Nobody trespasses my territory. And you know full well what I
think of underage prostitution. So tell that slimy little pimp to go
back to the rock he crawled under from. Use any measures you think
might be necessary."
Mulderanto nodded curtly at the man in front of him. It was an
obvious dismissal. Skinnetti got up. Still ignoring me he left the
room through a second door.
Mulder turned to me with a cordial smile. "Mr. Krycek, I'm pleased
to see you again. Do have a seat."
The transformation from ice-cold mobster to jovial gentleman was
frightening. I wondered which of the two the real Mulderanto was.
"What can I do for you?"
With a quick sideways glance at the blond man by the window I looked
back at Mulderanto.
"Oh, this is Mr. Langley. He does my bookkeeping."
I'd heard of the infamous Mr. Langley. A Yale graduate who was a
wizard with numbers. So far he'd managed to keep Mulderanto's' tax
returns spotlessly clean and thus Mulderanto out of trouble with the
law, much to the dismay of the BI.
Mulderanto looked expectantly at me, so I opted for the direct
approach.
"I need a job, Mr. Mulderanto."
"Why do you think I should give you a job?" was his equally blunt
answer.
"I told you that I used to be a police officer. I could do security
work for you."
Mulderanto smiled thinly his handsome face inscrutable. "I've got
enough muscle for that."
"Yeah, but I got brains as well."
"Obviously not enough brains to know when to back off." So he knew
that I had been fired. That was strange.
"Oh, that. Suited me just fine. I wanted to make a career move
anyway."
"So you call sleeping in the flophouse a career advancement?"
"You gonna give me a job, or not?"
"Don't get hasty. You got any credentials besides getting fired from
the Bureau?"
Come to think of it I didn't. I had been to high school and then
joined the police force. It was my lieutenant who'd suggested
applying for the BI. I did and I got in. Not much of a life, but it
had worked fine for me.
Mulderanto got up. "Don't worry, I actually do have a job for you."
He went to the door through which Skinnetti had left and motioned
for me to follow him. Langley hadn't said anything during our
conversation. He had stood by the window and now moved over to the
desk, our eyes met. His eyes were baby blue. His blond hair was a
tiny bit too long for a man, his features a bit too soft. He had
daisy written all over him. I wondered what the relationship between
Mulderanto and him exactly was.
I followed Mulderanto out of the room. We went down another dark and
dingy staircase. I thought we would go into the nightclub, but we
came out through another back door and stepped out into a dark
alleyway.
Maybe I had made a big mistake. Mulderanto didn't strike me as a
man easily fooled. He knew nothing about me. I could be what I told
him I was, an ex-agent who got the push. But I could also be a fraud
he needed to get rid of quick.
We walked to the end of the alleyway, towards a parked car. A man
leaned casually against the car door and moved to stand to attention
when we approached him. Mulderanto only nodded and the driver opened
the door for us. Just as we were climbing into the car I could hear
a commotion coming from the other side of the street. A man was
gesticulating wildly and running towards the car. I don't know what
made me shout "Mulder down!" but I did.
I shoved Mulderanto, who was in the process of climbing into the
car, down onto the pavement. As we hit the ground, me falling on top
of him, I heard the shots. Two shots. The first one hit the driver
and I saw him go down. The second smashed the car's right front
light. Then silence. I knew the guy must be standing in front of the
car, obviously waiting for us to get up. Mulderanto had turned
around and lay facing me. I was still covering most of his body. To
my immense shame I felt myself getting aroused. Not my usual
reaction when I was just about to get shot. Mulderanto looked up,
no expression on his face.
"Don't move" he whispered. Surely, he wasn't enjoying this too?
Carefully he wormed his hand between our bodies and with one swift
movement he got out a .45. When he fired the shot right next to my
ear I thought I was gonna go deaf. Cold arrogant smile at me.
"You can get up now. If you want that is".
What the hell... I was glad that the alley was so dark as I could
feel a heated flush crawling up my face. Trying to hide my
embarrassment I turned around and managed to scramble up. The man
who'd caused all the commotion was lying face down in the grass.
Dead. He must've walked around the back of the car and I hadn't even
heard him. And what was I to make of Mulderanto's last remark?
Mulderanto had gotten up as well and walked towards the dead man.
"Stupid sucker" he said and put another bullet into the corpse. I
just stood there dumbfounded.
"Eh, Nicky, Andy come here and get the mess cleaned up. And get us
another car".
Suddenly the alley was full with men hurrying to obey Mulderanto's
orders. A new car pulled up out of nowhere. We sat in it not five
minutes after a man had been shot.
I turned to Mulderanto who seemed pretty unfazed by all the action.
"Care to tell me who that was? Why did he try to shoot you? Why'd
you kill him?" God, my voice was actually trembling. But I had just
seen a man being shot and although I'd been a copper I'd never
witnessed a killing.
I was surprised to get an answer.
"That punk claimed that I've kidnapped his sister. He was totally
spooky. Thought that I'm a Martian in human disguise and that I've
come here to destroy earth. I'm supposedly kidnapping people to take
back with me to Mars to enslave them. And why I killed him? Well, I
would call it self-defense. Wouldn't you?"
His hazel eyes sparkled with mischief and I wasn't sure if he was
lying or not, but whatever grudge the man had held against
Mulderanto had died with him. And then it finally hit me. Maybe this
had been my 'job'. To be a witness to Mulderanto shooting a man in
self-defense. The first shot might've been just that, but the
second was nothing but an execution of an, albeit dead, man.
So there I was sitting in a car with a cold blooded murderer and all
I could think was that he was the best looking man I'd ever met.
Pathetic.
"You saved my live Alex, I can call you Alex, right? I owe you."
I nodded. Looking for a new job seemed one of my smaller problems
now.
"Where are we going, Mulder ... ah, Mr. Mulderanto?"
"Just Mulder please. We're going to my place. I'm hungry and I could
do with a drink. Don't you?"
Again I could only nod. I felt at a complete loss as what to do or
say next. Just half an hour ago I would've called myself an upright,
law-abiding citizen. Hell, six weeks ago I represented the law.
Now everything had changed. I couldn't help it but I was falling for
a criminal and I was falling hard. And you know what? I couldn't
care less.
The ride to Mulder's place was uneventful.
We stopped in front of an impressive, turn of the century town
house. The driver opened the car doors for us and Mulder dismissed
him with a curt nod. We walked up the steps leading to the front
porch. The doors were opened by an elderly, colored woman. She was
fat in a homely way.
"Mister Mulderanto. Good to see you."
"Bessie, this is Alex Krycek", Mulder introduced us. "He's going
to stay for dinner."
Smiling, Bessie ushered us into the living room. With the promise
that dinner would be ready in half an hour she left.
"Care for a drink, Alex? Scotch okay?"
I nodded and Mulder walked over to a side table to mix our drinks.
I tried to check out the room inconspicuously, but Mulder must've
noticed it. He returned with the drinks and told me smugly, "feel
free to look around."
That man had managed to get me off-balance again. I hid my
embarrassment by downing my drink in three quick gulps. Good
stuff, the real thing, not some bootleg booze.
"Easy Alex or you'll be out on the roof in no time."
Mulder didn't even bother to hide his amusement this time. I chose
to ignore his patronizing remark.
"You told me you had a job for me?"
Mulder carefully sipped his drink. "Yeah, I did, didn't I. We'll
talk about it after dinner."
So Mulder had told me the truth about offering me a job. I briefly
wondered how far into a jam I'd get working for him.
"I'm going to get changed before dinner. You probably want to wash
up too. I show you the bathroom."
Mulder led me along a corridor and pointed to a door at the end. I
went inside. The bathroom was very modern and elegant. I quickly
cleaned myself. When I stepped out into the corridor Bessie was
already waiting for me. So no snooping around. She led me to the
dining room.
"Mister Mulderanto will be with you ina minute" she told me.
The table was set for two and judging by all the cutlery laid out
we were getting a full dinner. I hadn't eaten properly in two days
and I could hear my belly grumbling. The pre-dinner Scotch made me
feel tipsy and I had to sit down. Wouldn't do to fall asleep now.
Mulder returned. He looked dashing in a tailor-made Brooks
Brothers suit. As he sat down Bessie returned and started serving.
Dinner was delicious and I was ravenous.
After I absolutely couldn't eat anymore we went into the living
room. Immediately my eyes fell onto a 12" by 12" black and white
picture prominently displayed on the mantelpiece. Mulder caught me
staring at it and walked over to take the photo of the
mantelpiece. He handed me the picture. Our fingers brushed
briefly. Mulder's touch felt like an electric shock. I nearly
dropped the photo. I glanced at him and felt like wiping that
amused smirk off his face.
The photo showed four young people. One I recognized at once. It
was an extremely young, extremely innocent looking Mulder.
Innocent, well that's definitely not what I would've called the
dangerous and arrogant predator who stood next to me now.
Mulder looked somewhat nostalgically at the photo. "The four
musketeers."
He leaned right into my personal space and started pointing out
the people in the photo.
"Brian Pendrell, me, Dana O'Scully, Jeffrey Spender."
The last name sounded familiar and I was sure I'd heard it
recently I just couldn't remember where.
"When was the picture taken?" I enquired.
"Christmas eight years ago. Well, you think you're gonna change
the world when you're twenty," Mulder answered wistfully. It was
the first glimpse of honest emotion into Mulder's demeanor since
I'd met him.
"So ask away Alex. I can tell you're dying to know more about my
sordid past."
The attitude was firmly back in place. I took a closer look at the
photo. The girl Dana was pretty in a clean and wholesome looking
way. Pendrell looked like a rube and Spender wouldn't have looked
out of place if he'd had candy floss in his hand like a schoolboy.
"Dana O'Scully, you still see her?"
Mulder laughed that melodic laugh of his.
"I never 'saw' Scully. She's a friend, more like a sister than
anything else. She used to go out with Jeff though, until she got
wise. Then she got together with Brian. They're engaged to be
married this June."
"Pendrell, what does he do?"
"He's a vet."
"And Jeffrey Spender?"
"Spender, he's a pretty mean number."
Mulder's voice had dropped several degrees Fahrenheit and suddenly
I remembered where I'd heard the name Spender before. In Mulder's
office.
"He's a pimp?"
"That and a lot of other things as well. We used to have a few
business associations, but then he became too unstable und
unreliable. A real psycho. Rumor has it that he killed his father
to get to the top of the syndicate".
Honor among mobsters, you didn't off family.
Maybe I could find out a bit more about Mulder while we were
delving in the past.
"Does your family live around here?"
"They're not on the photo", was the short answer. Mulder obviously
didn't want to talk about them. I made a mental note to check up
on his family and decided to change the subject.
"This photo got anything to do with job you were talking about?"
"Yes. Brian's been missing for three weeks."
"Miss O'Scully asked you for help?"
"No, she doesn't know yet that he's missing. Scully's sister is
very ill and Dana went to stay with her in Washington. She hasn't
seen Brian since then. Brian never likes to use the telephone so
she hasn't spoken with him. I got the tip of an informer. He told
me two days ago. I checked it. Brian hasn't been at his practice
for the whole week. His housekeeper hadn't been worried about
that, 'cos she thought that he might've gone to visit the
O'Scully's. He's a bit disorganized at times and tends to forget
about normal life."
"You got a suspicion, who did it, haven't you?"
Mulder looked at me with something akin to respect. He had to have
a reason to want an outsider, but not the police in on this.
"I think it's Spender. He's the only person I can think of that
might hold a grudge against Brian. Brian's not the type to make
enemies. He's too kind for his own good sometimes."
There was warmth in Mulder's voice. He obviously felt a lot for
this guy. Although I'd never met Brian Pendrell before I felt
jealous. Mulder and I hadn't done anything and we never might and
still I felt jealous. Talk about being ridiculous.
"Do you think it's because of both of their involvement with Dana
O'Scully?"
"I'm not sure. Dana and Jeff were together for a very short time.
Just a few months. And that was over six years ago. No I don't
think this is about Scully. Might be about me, but then I would've
got snitched on by one of his lackeys not an outsider."
"Why do you want me in?"
"You could snoop around, ask questions. If this really is about
me, Jeff would start to notice if my people looked into it. But he
doesn't know you and he wouldn't expect me to go to the police or
hire a private dick. You used to be a copper so you know the
drill. You'd be ideal."
"Add to that that I'm desperate for a job," I observed bitterly.
"And you're clever. Maybe a bit too clever for a rookie."
Mulder's smile took the sting out of that comment. Still, compared
to him I probably was a babe in the woods. But I would get this
job done and then Mulder might see more in me than a tenderfoot.
During our conversation we'd gotten comfortable on the couch in
front of the fireplace. Mulder suddenly got up.
"You want another drink?"
Actually I already felt a bit sloshed from the other drinks and
the wine, but I feared that if I reclined Mulder would call it a
day and ask me to leave. So I agreed. Mulder returned with two
bourbons.
"Here you go."
Our hands touched again. This time I was sure that it was no
coincidence. Mulder played me on purpose. I was glad I was
sitting, because I could feel that the touch awakened something in
my lower region. I wondered what I would do, if Mulder decided to
touch my hand for more than a few seconds. Probably come in my
pants. Way to go.
Mulder steered the conversation away from my 'job' to more
innocuous subjects. Again I was surprised at how comfortable I
felt talking to him despite my growing arousal.
Bessie came in to announce that she was finished for the evening
and that everything was ready. We both wished her a good night. I
suppose that was my cue to go home as well, or rather back to that
cootie-infested sleep hall.
"Mulder, thank you very much for your hospitality. When do you
want me to start the search for Pendrell?" I said getting up.
"Where do you think you're going, Alex?"
"Home?"
"You're staying here tonight."
"I don't want to impose on ..."
"You're not imposing. I'm not gonna let you sleep in that bunk
hole you told me about."
Mulder took my hand and simply pulled me back on the couch. I
didn't come in my pants. Just.
"Finish your drink," he ordered ignoring my futile attempts at
hiding my erection. He leaned right over me to get me my drink I'd
placed on the little table to my left, put it in my slightly
trembling hand and leaned back with a decidedly innocent
expression. We were sitting so close to each other now that our
thighs touched. I downed my drink in one gulp. Mulder smiled that
naughty little boy smile of his.
"Cat got your tongue, Alex?"
"If, if you don't mind I'd like to go to bed. I'm pretty wiped," I
stammered.
"Sure, I show you your room."
Mulder got up. I wasn't sure if I was relieved or disappointed
about his quick dismissal of me. I followed him upstairs. He
showed me into a large guestroom.
"You'll find everything you need in the bathroom," Mulder
explained. "Good night, Alex. See you tomorrow." Mulder left.
I looked about the room. It was about twice the size of my
apartment. It had a homely, yet masculine feeling to it. I liked
it. On the bed I found silk pajamas. They must've cost a fortune.
After I used the bathroom and changed into them I lay on the bed,
but sleep was eluding me. I had to think about my host. Why did a
handsome, charming, intelligent, wealthy man like Mulder lived on
his own? Surely he could get anybody he set his mind on. Who would
say no to this incredibly attractive dream come-true? If I was
reading the signals he was sending correctly it wasn't surprising
that he wasn't married, but why didn't he have a male companion?
Maybe it'd something to do with reluctance to talk about his
family. Something that happened in the past.
I should've thought about a strategy for finding Pendrell, but I
couldn't care less. Tonight it was Mulder and Mulder only I wanted
to think about. I closed my eyes and let my dick do the thinking.
What would it feel like to touch Mulder? Have that expressive
mouth wrapped around my dick. Run my hands over that gorgeous
body. Tangle my fingers in his shiny hair. Have those fascinating
hazel eyes darkened by arousal. Would he be quiet while we made
love? I shouted his name when I came.
The bed was a mess. There was come on the silk pajamas and I got
up to clean them. I managed to make an even bigger mess. Still as
I laid back on the bed I felt quietly content. Even if Mulder
liked to play games with me his job offer made it possible for me
to be around to being played gamex with. I didn't think that I was
misconceived in assuming that Mulder enjoyed my company and if I
played my cards right that could lead to something. With those
rather optimistic thoughts I fell asleep.
Caccia alla volpe
by taffeelatte
"I really need to talk to him." I glared at the bulky thug who tried
to block my way into the nightclub.
