Title: Twas the Day After Christmas
Author: Mrs. Fish
Fandom: X-Files
Pairing: Mulder/Krycek
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Extreme silliness to follow.
Status: Completed
Date: 12/26/97
E-mail address for feedback: mrs_fish@hotmail.com
Summary: A new take on a traditional Christmas poem.

Disclaimer: This poem is written for the private entertainment of fans. No infringement of any copyrights held by Ten Thirteen Productions, Fox, Chris Carter or others is intended. This poem is not published for profit, and the author does not give permission for this poem to be reproduced for profit. The author makes no claims on the characters or their portrayal by the creation of this poem.

Twas the day after Christmas and our two X-Files guys,
Were finding new uses for Mulder's silk ties.
The stockings once filled with condoms and lube,
Were empty, discarded in front of the tube.
They moved to the bedroom and quickly discovered
That neither man could keep their hands off the other.
Clothes went here and there, in every direction,
Until Alex went down on his lover's erection.
Fox moaned out his pleasure, his head started thrashin,
And he pledged love eternal while in throes of passion.
Alex grinned up at Mulder, whose eyes were like glass,
As he coated his fingers and lubed Fox's ass.
He opened a condom and rolled the thing on,
Then covered his cock with the lube almost gone.
Krycek entered Fox slowly, there was no need to rush,
When he hit Mulder's prostate, he made the man gush.
They snuggled together in post coital bliss,
Mulder pulled Alex closer for one final kiss.
As slumber o'ertook them and day faded from sight,
They both knew their future was looking quite bright.
So we'll leave our two lovers, both hearty and hale,
And this, my dear X-Philes, is the end of this tale.

The end.

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