Title: Two Fathers, Two Sons

Authors: Bertie and Leather Alex

Emails: bermille@earthlink.net and leather_alex@yahoo.com

Status: WIP

Archive: sure

Category: Male pregnancy

Note: For Ursula. Bertie is Skinner and Mulder; Leather Alex is Krycek.

Two Fathers, Two Sons
by Bertie and Leather Alex

WASHINGTON, D.C.; AUGUST 1, 1994

ALEX

They feed me bullshit again. I fell asleep in my bed and woke in Cancerman's. Where I spent the next two days. Alone. That was good though 'cause I could hardly fucking move.

I don't need an operation for overdose, and vodka ain't a drug. They know I am not dumb; they just don't fucking care. After I woke on Saturday morning, I spent all day in bed half asleep. I was weak as a kitten and unable to do much, while getting over my hangover and the operation. The second day, feeling better and fooling around with Charles's laptop he left behind, I had plenty of time on my hands to go through all the possibilities. I finally came up with a solution - the only one that makes sense. Obviously they have implanted some sort of sensor in me, for the purposes of surveillance. That is strange, 'cause I'm not going to run anywhere. However, it couldn't be a camera or a microphone, no matter how much they would want to check on what I'm doing with Mulder. I have the feeling they don't want to listen to what my liver is telling my stomach.

And there is something else weird about the operation. I didn't find any surgical cut, healing wound, not even a new scar on my body. I'm not surprised how they have done that, but I have to wonder why. They refused to answer this question as well, which just makes me alarmed. Why is the sensor implantation that important to them? I suppose they are planning something serious. Or is it really just because I had to be back at the Bureau, and in Mulder's bed, intact?

I wonder how I will drag myself to work. It's the first time I'd enjoy serving coffee at the office, but with my luck, we'll probably have a massacre today or Mulder will be chasing another ghost
somewhere in hell.

I fix myself a double coffee. Hate it, but it helps. Then I dress myself and am almost late as it takes a remarkable amount of time to find where Charles has put my hair gel. He hates to see it in his bathroom. Obviously at Friday night, when his men brought my clothes here, he expressed his total indifference once again and put the gel in the cabinet where normally cleaning supplies stand.

***

Mulder is already at the office; bet my ass he is wondering where I got lost during the weekend and why I didn't even answer the phone. If he called, that is. Cancerman could have thought about that. What if Mulder will become suspicious and start feeling something is wrong? I touch his shoulder instead of the usual "Hello!" and he turns around, facing me.

"Mulder, I'm sorry, I didn't call," I start feeding bullshit to him, "I felt very bad all weekend," and it's not even bullshit, it's the complete truth, "I was afraid I wouldn't get out of bed this morning,
but managed." I drop my eyes before I continue. "I hope I didn't ruin anything?" He doesn't answer at once, and I raise my best puppy dog eyes at him, sincerity nearly radiating from them.

***

SKINNER

I try not to feel guilty as I hear Mulder talk about his latest casefile. Krycek is sitting beside him, acting the sweet innocent that I know he isn't.

What propelled me to take a subordinate home with me then fuck him silly, I'm still trying to figure out. Yes, the boy is sweet as honey but he also isn't innocent. He's definitely been around the block or two. I was gentle with him at first but he kept begging me to go hard, faster, more ...that voice could tempt a saint!

I'm barely hearing Mulder's words. I tell Mulder he can take the case then dismiss them. I hope to hell Mulder didn't notice how distracted I was.

*****

MULDER

Skinner was hardly present. I wonder what's eating him besides the cigarette smoking man. Damn, I wish I could trust him. I doubt I'll ever be able to, not with that asshole Smith stinking up his office. Another thing I'm not sure I want to know. Deep Throat told me I would be leading a dangerous life since I knew of the existence of aliens, and X has seemingly taken his place in helping me. I wonder how much my luck can last.

Looking at Krycek's ass, I can't wait for tonight when I have Alex begging me to fuck him into the mattress. The little minx owes me.

***

ALEX

Wow. Leaving Skinner's office, I feel as if my ass is bare. The Assistant Director's eyes seemed to have pulled down my pants since we first walked in his office. I guess it wouldn't be worth trying to dress myself 'cause now Mr. Mulder has started the very same thing.

I like them both being horny for me. They could have screwed me on that big sexy desk of Skinner's; unfortunately this fantasy will have to remain in my wet dreams 'cause I can't afford to risk. I wasn't supposed to fuck Skinner at all, he was just a... mistake. C'mon, who could hold back such a broad-shouldered temptation and not drop their pants?

I follow Mulder into his office. Something has to be said and I know he's waiting for it.

"Mulder," I break the silence, "do you have any plans for tonight?"

Right after I've asked this, I drop my eyes, playing the coy virgin. Just keep playing shy, there are more than three reasons for me to do this.

"Not really." He looks at me. "There's a football game tonight, Washington Redskins. Wanna watch?"

"Yes, of course," I answer, still looking somewhere under his desk, "I will come over then."

"Fine."

He sits down and starts studying the file with care. I'm ignored, as always; today I'd rather not read over his shoulder, so I just sit down at my desk and start a game on my computer. What else could I do?

When the second round is over I get up, tell him I'm going to get some coffee and ask would he like some. Mulder raises his eyes from the file and looks at me.

"Yeah, that would be nice."

"Okay, I'll get it."

This time I don't take two steps at a time as I usually do while walking up from the basement; fucking Spender would've enjoyed seeing this. While I'm waiting at the coffeemaker, Skinner's secretary approaches me.

"Assistant Director Skinner wants to see you in his office, Agent Krycek."

'Oh yes, I want to see you too', I think to myself.

"Thank you. I'm on my way," I answer her and take the mugs. I guess I should bring those down first.

***

SKINNER


Alex comes into my office like the eager puppy he is.

"Assume the position," I bark.

He pauses for just a moment before opening up his belt and pulling down his pants. His ass is over my desk in no time. I smile at what I see.

I've never actually done this with him before, but somehow, I knew he'd respond appropriately.

I lock my office door. I've already told Kim not to disturb me. I take off my belt and say, "Seems my boy has been very bad today. Care to explain why?"

Alex whimpers on the desk.

"I asked you a question!"

"I d-don't know, sir!"

I love the trembling in his voice. He probably has been trained, otherwise, my dick wouldn't be this hard, this fast.

"Is it because you've been bad more times than you can remember?"

"I-I-I," Alex stutters.

He is just too good. I will enjoy this immensely.

"I thought so! Well, I plan on giving you a good reaming you'll never forget!"

Alex whimpers again, and I can't wait to sink my dick in his sweet ass.

I pat his ass once and he jerks in surprise. I grin then push him back down on my desk. I start with light spanks, I'm sure his well trained ass can barely feel it. Then slowly work my way up until he is grunting and his cheeks are cherry red.

When I can't stand it anymore, I stop abruptly and he whimpers again. He took it well as I knew he would. I put my belt on then take some soothing gel from a desk drawer to ease the pain. It would be way too obvious when he leaves my office otherwise.

He gasps as the cool gel is smoothed over his hot ass. I blow on it and grin as his whole body twitches.

"Like that?"

"Yes, sir," his voice is a husky pant. Damn, that voice has me wanting to beg him!

I clean off my hands then take a condom and lube from my pant's pocket. In no time I'm gloved and lubed.

"You'll enjoy this much better!"

I grasp his shoulders then thrust inside him easily. The boy was definitely prepared for me.

I close my eyes as I establish a rhythm. He's making it easy for me and the panting moans are keeping my dick hard. I fuck his ass until we both are covered in sweat and I'm certain I'll lost my grip when I come. I bend down and bite his neck as I thrust hard into him a few more times then clench my muscles as I spasm my release into the condom.

He groans as if he's in pain and I lift off him after I regain my equillibrium.

"Oh, shit!"

"What?" he asks, impatiently. He wants me to suck him off.

"I think the condom broke!"

He shrugs, uncaring. "You're clean, right?"

I nod.

"So am I. Suck me off, please."

I shrug then flip him over on my desk and proceed to do just that.

***

ALEX

I take a ride on the elevator on my way back, too weak to go by foot. Mulder doesn't ask me any questions when I enter the office. He's concentrating on his computer completely. I take the file he has left on my table, sit down and start to read. My ass immediately starts to hurt from contact with the hard surface; and there are six good hours I still have to sit on it. I try to concentrate on the file. It seems so simple; I could solve it in a couple of hours. Though, that's not what I'm here for.

When Mulder at last stands and starts walking around the office, I raise naive eyes to him and ask if he has any clues on the case.

***

In the evening, we drive from the FBI together in Mulder's car. As soon as we enter his apartment, Mulder kicks the door closed and presses me against the wall. His mouth covers mine possessively and his tongue breaches my lips. I lower my lashes, letting him take control, and my breath becomes slightly faster and deeper.

Shit. I have to get to the bathroom. If he strips me now he will surely find out how freshly fucked I am. His fingers start unfastening my tie. Damn.

The tie goes off, then the jacket. He lets go of my lips; I pull some air into my lungs and ask, softly, "Can I go to the bathroom, please?"

Mulder nods, unwillingly freeing my body.

In the bathroom, I strip and almost break my neck looking at my butt cheeks. My ass usually recovers quickly; I wonder if this time he will be able to tell in his TV-screen lit room that I have been spanked. That totally doesn't go well with my image.

Most likely he won't.

I take a quick but thorough shower, wrap a towel around my waist and leave the bathroom.

I find Mulder in the living room. He has switched on the TV, opened the futon up and now is lying on it, his shirt half unbuttoned. I go to him, kneel on the futon and start my usual act - sweet and inexperienced. I unbutton his shirt and stroke his chest, gently, lower and lower. When I start unbuckling his belt, he reaches down and removes the pants himself.

I wrap my hand around his cock and pause, looking at it for a moment as if fearful of it; then I bend and take it in my mouth.

When I first saw him in the men's room, I almost became upset with the idea that I was supposed to fuck him. He's big. Mulder and Walter both are big, but Mulder's bigger. I'm not a size queen, never was, but that's just one thing. The other is that I can't always choose who I'm about to fuck. Neither could I choose if I'd like to fuck Mulder or not. I could have avoided him though...but it was so good, I didn't.

Recently, the thought of how completely he will stretch me on his dick, the sensation of him filling me, has become a turn on.

Like a lovesick hero worshipper, I suck him, and suck him well and deep. I could have taken him down my throat, but to him, I'm not experienced enough.

Unnoticed, I slip my hand in front of me and pull at my own dick; a lovesick hero worshipper at this moment would've had a cock standing like an iron bar, which can't be said about mine.

I feel Mulder's hand in my hair.

"You're a good cocksucker, Alex."

I hear delight in his rich voice. I've had better compliments of my sucking capabilities, though.

"Come to me, little one, come here," he continues, and I slide forward. Fuck, he's handsome. He kisses me again and I respond to him. This time, I'm barely capable of keeping my tongue in my mouth. His hand cups my genitals. I gasp.

"I love to feel your lashes touching my skin," I hear his soft voice in my ear as we break the kiss. "You're a good looking kid, you know that?"

His warm breath on my shoulder sends thrills down my spine.

"I love you, Mulder," I answer him in my most vanilla bedroom voice. I think I believe it, and in this moment I do.

His palm lands on my right butt cheek, grasping it tightly and I take a deep breath.

"I wanna fuck you, Alex," he says. "Turn around."

"Yes, love, take me." I do as he says. Then I move one leg up and, after a little lingering, slide my hand down on my ass, pulling the left cheek away from the opening, offering myself to him. "Please, want you inside me, Mulder."

He loves to hear this and I don't mind begging.

Doesn't take long this time. He throws a little package of lube on me.

"Apply it for me, Alex."

Let him feel another small victory of spoiling the choir boy. I glance at him shortly, then lower my lashes, trying hard to blush, and take the package. I open it with my teeth, squeeze the contents in my palm - how unpractical - and start applying it to my asshole. Then I stretch myself again, even more than before.

"Please, Mulder, please take me, love," I chant and turn my head back to him.

Mulder is positioning himself for me and I watch him with my puppy dog eyes. We haven't used condoms since our second time and I wish I could see his gorgeous bare rod pressing at my hole.

I push back a little, and he breaks into me, stretching me impossibly, filling me so that I moan with the sensation. God, what a fucker.

He takes my lifted leg under the knee and holds it up, starting to move in me. I can't help but moan softly.

It's a long, slow fuck. We lay on our sides, facing the TV, where the players are chasing the ball; I stroke my cock and he strokes in me.

Soon, I'm almost dying, ready to beg him to fuck me harder; I don't have to do that, though. He withdraws and I whimper, suddenly empty, but not for long. Mulder pushes me down on my back roughly, so that I don't have to fight my need but lift and spread my legs in a slutty way, and he rams his dick back into me, all the way to his balls. I gasp, and he sets a different pace, fast, hard, and quite forceful, reaming me out, almost like Skinner.

"I love you, Mulder. God, I love you," I pant.

He becomes more and more violent, and I yell shamelessly in delight. That's another advantage of having sex in his apartment rather than in the office. I grab the sheets with my free hand, feeling my release building in me and beg him to fuck me deeper, harder, more, until I shoot. He follows me quite hot on my heels, I hear his "Take it!" through my post orgasmic haze and then he collapses on me, his cock spasming in my ass.

He starts to move after a while. If I were so inexperienced as I play, I would have gotten leg cramps already. He climbs off me and I pull myself together quite easily, my eyes somewhere under the coffee table.

"You're a nice kid, Alex," Mulder tells me, getting up and crossing the room, naked.

"Thank you. That means so much," I answer in a soft voice, raising my puppy dog eyes at him once again. He's smiling and he looks so handsome.

I wrap my towel around my hips just in time before he switches on the light.


WASHINGTON, D.C.; NOVEMBER 8, 1994


ALEX

The bar is quite deserted this early and it doesn't seem there will be much more visitors to this place tonight, either. I hate rainy autumn evenings even when I don't have to work outdoors. This is exactly such a night.

I have nothing to do. I'm bored with my TV and computer. I'd say I almost never get a job anymore. Two visual surveillances and one surreptitious entry, and that's all for three months now. Okay, a couple of computer jobs but those were so small they don't count. I can't understand what's going on. They can't just... get rid of me. Okay, Spender wouldn't, but what if this goes too far?

I didn't fuck up with the FBI. I gained Mulder's trust; nobody could get that far before me. I gave the correct evaluations. I held Mulder back long enough to prevent him rushing into our people on Skyland Mountain, and Spender never even knew about Skinner and me. However, right after I left the FBI, all the shit started. The way Spender treats me now, their attitude about my worthiness, even my strange illness.

My partners are getting closer with each other while I keep away, because I'm not included. I don't have to do the job. Seems Louis has started to think of himself as being superior compared to me. Yeah right, it would be anyone but him!

Even my sex drive is pathetic, especially after those two G-men. I had become used to them. I enjoyed being with them. Okay, fuck, I can admit now that I still miss them, so what? It doesn't mean I'm in love or any other rubbish like that.

The bartender stops in front of me; he's looking at me and when I turn my wandering eyes on him, he waves at my glass. It's empty.

"Yeah, another one. The same."

I like the taste of vodka with lemon. I don't care if somebody says it's nothing more than home-brewed shit. I could call the man's whiskey the same. Vodka is pure... like ice. And strong; it's a joke to drink beer or wine.

I play with the new, full glass in my hand. Then lift it to my lips. And feel the fucking sickness building somewhere deep in me. Shit, can't it leave me alone for a fucking while?

I take a gulp.

***

SKINNER

I step into a bar, out of the blue, wanting a drink after that last meeting. It's fairly slow for early evening. I see someone I think I know and then do a double take as I realize who it is.

"Krycek," I growl into his ear when I move closer to his seated form on the stool. He looks like he's gained a few pounds since he's disappeared. The little prick has the audacity to look scared. He better be scared of me!

"I think you know the drill," I say to him, grabbing his drink and finishing it for him.

"Hey, that was mine!" he whines.

Boy, I'd like to make him whine, but no way do I want to be accused of police brutality.

"Save it for someone who cares, Krycek."

He sighs then stands up, moving slowly, as if he's been ill lately. From the look of him, he probably has.

"Geez, are you contagious? I'd hate to have picked up something from you," I sneer at him.

He looks put out and I want to smash that pretty pout from his face. "No, I've not been my most exhuberient, though."

So I turn him around bodily and start cuffing his hands behind his back. I start reading him his rights.

"Do you always keeps cuffs on you, Walter?" he asks sarcastically, though there's a lilt in his voice.

I ignore him as the bartender takes notice of us finally and I flash him my badge. He lifts his hands and turns back to his customer.

"You know you can't keep me long, Skinner. You may as well save yourself the headache and just let me go."

"What? And miss the opportunity to pound," I stop, realizing there are witnesses and finish with, "answers out of you?"

He sighs then gives up struggling. I maneuver him out of the bar and into my car.

***

MULDER

I wasn't expecting anyone, so I'm surprised when someone knocks on my door. I stop researching the latest case, which I wouldn't be capable of doing if Scully hadn't woken from her coma. I'm so glad she is well, relatively, and being taken care of by her family. I know it's selfish of me to want her with me, but she is all I have right now since I've learned X seems to be a part of the conspiracy.

I open the door and step back to allow Skinner in, who apparently is bearing gifts.

"Sir, you shouldn't have."

I say sardonically while looking at the traitor who looks a little worse for wear. I wonder where Skinner's been keeping him.

"Did you drudge him up in a sewer, sir? He looks a little peaked."

"I found him in a bar drinking vodka," he growls.

I snort. How appropos.

"You know he won't survive in a lock up, sir. What should we do with him? My place isn't the best for safe keeping something."

Skinner barks a laugh. "Maybe you should move, Mulder."

"Is that an order, sir?"

"How about a place that I know of, far from the big city. It's a cabin in Shanandoah National Park. For miles there is nothing. You can scream for hours and no one can hear you."

He directs that last bit to Alex who shivers. Hell, that voice has sent a chill down my spine too.

"I'll need to get ready, sir."

"Ok, meet me at my place in an hour. I'll need to get ready too. Want to keep your present for a while?"

I nod, wondering what I've done to deserve such gifts.

When Skinner leaves, I look down at someone who, though I knew he was playing me, I never thought he would betray me as he did.

"I didn't know you'd have the balls to stay so close to DC, let alone anywhere in Virginia, Alex."

He sneers at me. "Hey, I go where I'm told!"

"Hm, into sadomasochism games, Krycek?"

***

ALEX

"Want to know if I will enjoy myself while you both will be skinning me alive in your fucking national park? No."

Mulder doesn't say anything more, just looks at me with eyes, promising a lot of stuff and most of it really unpleasant. Then he walks into his room.

Trying to run with the cuffs on is just not an option. Skinner has the key, and to manipulate him to free me... yeah, dream on. So, probably, I just will have to endure whatever they have prepared for me. Fuck. I wonder how much I have pissed them off. According to Spender's words, majorly.

Sitting on the floor cuffed to the heating pipe, I watch Mulder packing. Not that I see the bag, but he's moving things around. I haven't caught a glimpse of any whip or anything suitable for a dungeon yet, but then, as far as I know about these two, Skinner would be most likely the provider of the torture equipment.

Fuck.

Surely they are gonna beat me. Rape I don't mind at all; can't imagine they would get along without a piece of ass from me. But, can they possibly be into real torture?

If fucking Major Jarvis from the Pentagon was and allowed himself to nearly kill me, why wouldn't they?

Then I'm up shit creek without a paddle.

"I don't know anything, Mulder," I start in a pretty soft voice as his denim clad sexy ass dances past me, "you can torture me to death and still I won't be able to tell you things I don't know. I just did what I was told to, I had no choice. They never explained anything to me."

The pathetic undertone in my voice comes naturally, imagining Skinner with a bullwhip.

Mulder comes back out, a half-folded sweater in his hands.

"They? Who are `they'?"

"A man who gives me orders," I lift my eyes to Mulder. A couple of tricks have told me I sometimes look like an angel; I guess even a little resemblance with that angel, okay, fine, a fallen one, would do me a big favor right now. "He is a very powerful man. I had no rights at all."

He looks at me for awhile, then turns around and walks back into the room.

"Please, Mulder," I call after him.

"I know who your superior is," comes from the room; the fucker sounds almost cheerful.

"Then what do you want to know from me?" I ask pathetically, in keeping with the role I was playing for him.

He appears again and slips down beside me, breaking into my private space.

"Everything you don't know, Alex."

I hate that frigging calm voice.

"And you will tell me all what you don't know. Believe me," he pats my cheek.

Asshole.

"I haven't been fucking told..." I start and he cuts me off on half word.

"Turn off the comedy routine, Krycek. You can't be thinking I believe your bullshit. Or that waving your eyelashes might help you one single bit. I'm way over it. It. Won't. Work."

I think I could break his neck.

***

MULDER

I'm enjoying scaring him, though I doubt he's all that scared. Skinner wouldn't let me use any real torture on him, but that's not my style anyway. I have no idea what he'd want to do to the scum sucker, though. I don't think he'd get violent with him...

"Mulder, uh, I don't feel so..." I see the little bastard choking. Maybe he isn't faking. I grab a trashcan just as he pukes.

"What's wrong with you? Fucked someone who left you a present, Alex?"

He glares at me but I take pity on him and go fetch a cloth that I wet and give it to him to wipe down his face. I take the damp rag back and get a glass of water for him. He gulps it down then shivers. I'm a little perturbed at how easy this is for me. I think it's probably the time Scully was... no, I won't go there. It'll just piss me off more.

"Gaah! Damn, that was awful," he moans.

"Have you been throwing up regularly, Krycek?" I ask, suddenly concerned for the prick.

He shrugs then sighs. "Yeah."

"Just lovely." I put my hand on his forehead. He wasn't hot or very warm at all. "It must be some kinda stomach bug."

He doesn't assist me in my musing.

"Mulder, if you take me away, you know they'll be looking for me. I'm supposed to report back every few days."

"What? They wouldn't accept a phone call from their darling long lost peon?"

He sighs. "That's my point, Mulder. They don't give lackeys the information you'll be looking for. In fact, I haven't been used a lot lately."

"Well, no wonder, with your lovely personality and your healthy disposition, Krycek."

I get up and finish packing a small case then place my shaving kit under his arm. "Come on, be useful for a change."

He rolls his eyes and presses the kit closer to his body. I grin at him, hopefully in not a good way, then escort him out the door to my car.

***

SKINNER

They finally show up, I was afraid I'd have to call them. I've already made arrangements for both Mulder and myself to be off tomorrow, but I will have to return in a day. Seems like an AD's job is never done.

I get in my car as Mulder waits for me. In no time, we're down the road and he's following me, not too close to attract attention.

It's approximately a three and a half hour drive from my condo. I packed some food for us for the next two days but I think Mulder would be going shopping tomorrow. I don't know when I'll be able to get back after that.

***

SHANANDOAH NATIONAL PARK, USA

Krycek is locked up in a room by himself while Mulder and I unpack everything. I had stopped at a gas station to ask if they were hungry. Mulder wasn't but Krycek asked for a chilidog. Mulder raised his eyebrow at that but didn't say anything. We waited as Mulder fed the dog to Krycek then gave him a few sips of a soda.

"Let's go, sir."

Krycek pouted but we couldn't have cared less.

After we unpacked everything, I went to see how our little captive is doing. I unlock the door and I see him startle from his pacing up and down. I suddenly remember something and pull out some padded cuffs from my inner suit coat pocket. He looks uncertain for a moment then a gleam appears in his eyes.

"It's not what you think, Krycek. I may want to knock some sense into you, but Mulder and I are a little tired. We both worked a full day today and want some rest. Don't worry, tomorrow is another day to start grilling our favorite rat bastard over a fire."

I think the bastard is actually upset that I don't have plans to fuck him after tying him down on the little bed he has in this room. This was a storage closet that was remodeled into a small bedroom for my nephew to stay in when my brother used to go fishing and camping years ago. Without windows, it's a safe place to keep Krycek.

He actually relaxes when I take the cuffs off his wrists. He rubs them, which I let him do before placing the padded cuffs over his wrists, but this time they're in front. I actually think about wanting to see his body stretched over that single bed tied down to the bed posts, but I notice the boy is looking a little heavier than he was a couple of months ago.

"You hungry?"

"Yeah. And I could do with a beer."

"Sorry, no beer. Mulder and I have to stay sharp with you around."

"I'm touched, Skinner. Coffee would be good then."

I shrug then leave him to get food and coffee for my prisoner. Mulder has started an impromptu supper of spaghetti. He seems to be doing well, so I start on the coffee.

"Oh, good, I was dying for some java."

I raise my brows, not about to question why anyone would want coffee so late in the day. I would be bouncing off the walls if I had coffee this late. No wonder Mulder has long nights.

I serve a plate for our prisoner first and take the coffee along back to Krycek who is sitting on the bed, bored.

"Here you go. I think Mulder did well."

Krycek shrugs and reaches for the food. I set the coffee on the little lamp stand next to the bed.

"Bon appetite," I tell him, before going back to feed myself. I'm glad I brought those sturdy plastic forks. No way will I give that bastard an opportunity to use a real fork as a weapon.

***

ALEX

I start with the food Skinner has brought me; the smell of the tomato sauce almost brings the sickness up again. I would have given a lot for a lemon... or an orange right now. But then I probably should be happy that I was fed something at all.

I need alcohol. If I have no escape, I don't want to think about what they will do to me at least. They always have beer... could've given me a couple too, still it's better than nothing. Even the ones on death row get their last cigarette. Okay, that's a stretch. Hopefully.

I turn my whole atttention back to the food. Despite the sauce, it doesn't take long to finish it. Can't say yet that I was full. Fuck, since when have I become so voracious?

I put the plate aside and take the coffee. It's quite strong - the way Mulder likes it. I start to sip it, then put it away on the lamp stand and lie down.

Coffee works like a catalyzer on my sickness. Where the fuck was my brain when I asked for it? It never used to calm me down; I just enjoyed the boost of energy it gave me normally in the mornings when I was sleepy.

The idea of not being able to retreat to sleep freaks me out. At that moment, I hear the door being unlocked and raise my head. It's Mulder, after the dishes.

He takes them away, then returns.

Have they both had some kind of communication problems out there and he doesn't know the skinning has been delayed till tomorrow?

I lift my eyes to him.

He stands and watches me.

"How did you come to work for Smith?" At last he speaks.

His pause gives me time to try to gather my brain cells and understand what the hell he is asking and why.

"How much does he pay you?" he continues.

Wow, I guess it's the first time anyone asks about my salary.

Like if I had to sign the papers monthly, before gathering my ten thousand bucks, or whatever much he thinks I'm being paid.

It's hilarious.

"I don't have salary," I answer and put my head back on the pillow, "and my consent wasn't necessary when I was recruited."

"Poor little slave," his voice obtains some color, "working all asses and elbows without being paid."

I must not piss him off. So I keep my mouth shut.

"Does he have your little innocent soul you're trying to liberate while working for him?"

Just keep my mouth shut... keep shut.

"You're not going to answer me, are you? Okay, fine. That can wait. Then tell me, what are you doing besides lying, betraying, backstabbing and lighting his cigarettes?"

"I do what I am told."

"Like what?"

"Mulder, look, I'm just a..."

"You know, you could as well tell me the truth - is he SCREWING YOU?!"

Okay, now he's angry.

"You're his fucking assboy," the assault goes on.

Oh, shit, it seems our sexy FBI agent is jealous.

I wonder if he has found out about Skinner yet.

"And you're a whore, right? He points with his finger to who he wants you to fuck, and you spread your legs, don't you?"

Is this some kind of fucking moment of truth or what? I don't feel like giving him that. I feel like throwing up, actually.

"It isn't like that, Mulder," I protest, quite weakly in comparison to his strident anger; I don't think I could convince him anyway. Maybe he has come to smash my face in retaliation for the fake attraction I had for him while we worked together.

"What isn't like that, Krycek? He doesn't point with his finger? He gives you a photo instead?"

"I liked you, really, Mulder. I still do."

The look he gives me contains so much of everything, including contempt and an obvious desire to pull me inside out and expose in his little basement office as a warning to other young double-
crossing agents. Still, I'm not gonna crawl into the mattress and through the concrete afterwards just because someone doesn't want me above ground. Sorry, I don't feel good enough for that.

Then he leaves.

Big mistake, Sasha. Is it really so hard to learn to keep your mouth shut?

I curl in a ball and close my eyes, fighting the permanent fucking urge to throw up.

***

Pieces of meat, stinking. All around the place.

The chopping machines are way too big.

No.

Please.

NO!

Horror strangling my throat, I wake. The relief soothes me just for a split second.

Then it starts. As every morning. Crap. I'd rather not wake up any more if this is about to continue.

I put my head back on the pillow. Doesn't help any. I really should remain unconscious in the mornings... wake up when it's over, when I can breathe and sit up and feel like a human in my own skin again.

Dream on.

My guts are intertwined in a friendly fashion and sending everything else up. A headache joins the happy company as a free bonus.

I curl in a ball. Now probably just that promised grilling over the fire is missing, or whatever the bastards have planned. Pulling my legs closer to the stomach, I hide my face in the pillow.

The strategic question is, where to throw up. They have left me nothing. Fine. Bonking the door is not my style... if I can help it, of course. And I surely can. I'm not gonna call anyone; I don't need anyone, fuck them.

They will have to clean the mess.

I turn around, on my other side.

I will survive. No matter what they will do to me, I will.

Something is shaking in my body, inside or outside I don't know. Maybe I am trembling. Maybe it's my guts preparing another damn hell for me.

The sickness and my fear are growing proportionally.

I wish I were a bug to run away and hide.

And bugs don't throw up, do they?

They get squashed.

I'm ready to scream. I can't handle this. Fuck, I can't endure this any more.

It's almost relief when I understand it's time. I roll out of the bed, by old habit on my shoulder, and crawl into the corner.

It feels slightly better after I'm done. I don't return to bed though, but stay on the floor, pressing my head against the cool wall. What's the use? If I won't throw up again, soon they'd be coming after me anyway. Maybe they won't beat a dying man. So, let them watch.

***

SKINNER

Fuck, what the hell is wrong with that little prick? Shit, he's burning up!

"Come on, Alex." I lift Alex from the corner, seeing the mess, and quickly take him to the bathroom. I lay him in the tub and grab a washcloth, wetting it. I wash his face then go find a glass in the kitchen for him. I bring it with ice water and let him drink.

"What's going on?" Mulder asks. He's standing just inside the bathroom door.

"I need you to call Dr. Travis; his number is (777) 555-6768. Krycek's sick."

"You don't think he's faking it?"

"No."

"You trust this Dr. Travis?"

"Yeah, he's an old Army buddy of mine."

Mulder shrugs and goes to the phone. I return to nurse-maiding our prisoner.

Alex is beginning to look better. I sigh in relief.

"Hey there. Feeling better?"

He nods, fluttering those sinfully long lashes at me. This is not the time to find him remotely attractive.

"Are you hungry? I'm not sure if you should eat, though. Hopefully, my old friend Frank Travis can take a look at you, see if you're OK."

He looks at me questioningly.

"Don't worry; he's a doctor- general practitioner. He owes me a few favors."

He nods but tries to rise.

"Wait, uh, you wanna take a shower? I'll take those cuffs off you."

"Thanks," he croaks. Now I am beginning to think he's faking it.

I take the cuffs off and, moving to sit on the toilet, I say, "I'll sit over here, you can undress yourself."

Mulder enters and lifts his brows at Alex taking off his clothes in the shower, the cuffs in my hands. I ignore him and ask,

"Any news?"

"He said he'll be here in about two hours, sir."

"Maybe it was just a temporary stomach flew, but it's best to be safe than sorry."

Mulder pouts, clearly upset that his time to interrogate our prisoner has been cut short.

"Hey, if you want to be useful, go clean up the mess in his room."

Mulder gives a long- suffering sigh and leaves in a huff. Sometimes it's good to be the boss.

***

MULDER

The smug bastard probably couldn't wait to see Alex showering. I sigh, knowing I'm still upset about last night. Is Alex Smith's personal fuck toy? The little bastard wouldn't give me a straight
answer. Clearly he has something to hide.

I find some cleaning supplies under the kitchen sink and put on some plastic gloves. I fill a small bucket with warm water then pour in some cleaner and schlep it over to Krycek's room.

I mop up the mess then dry the floor. Skinner better give me some brownie points for this. I grin, imagining Skinner putting a gold star by my name in his office.

Damn, unbidden, an image of my favorite fantasy rears its ugly head. Me, ass upwards over that huge desk, my pants around my ankles, and Walter paddling my ass then fucking it until I spray all over his papers. I blush while I put away the stuff.

Skinner looks out the bathroom door and says, "Hey, do you think you can let him borrow a pair of your sweats?"

I say instantly, "Yes, sir, right away, sir."

He rolls his eyes and shuts the door.

Oh well, so much for lightening up the situation.

***

SKINNER

When Frank arrives, Alex is in bed, looking much better. He's eaten some eggs and fruit and I wonder if calling Frank was a good idea after all.

"Good to see you, Walter." Frank opens his arms wide, like he usually does when he greets me.

"Good to see you too, Frank."

"Another witness, Walter?"

"Something like that."

Frank just nods and looks down at Alex who looks a bit concerned. I wonder if he is hiding something, then laugh at myself. Of course he's hiding something.

"Well, I'll check his vitals first." He smiles at Alex and asks, "You were ill this morning? Have you been sick for a long time?"

"Yes, seems to have gotten worse though not better. Mostly mornings are the worst."

"Hm. I want to check your temperature and your pulse if that's OK."

Alex shrugs and Frank takes a thermometer out of his bag and places it on Alex's tongue. He then gets a stethoscope and places it on Alex's arm while listening. He takes Alex's wrist and pauses. After a minute or two, he lets go of Alex's wrist then lifts the stethoscope.

"Well, his pulse rate seems normal. I don't have a way to check for his blood pressure, though. Do you mind sitting up?"

Alex sits up and Frank says, "I'm just checking your lungs."

He places the stethoscope on Alex's back and says, "Deep breath."

He changes the location of the stethoscope and repeats the direction. Then he moves to Alex's front and does the same to Alex's chest.

"Well, his lungs are clear."

He motions for Alex to lie back and then his hand moves down Alex's abdomen. Alex has gained a bit of weight since he betrayed us. Suddenly Alex shifts away from Frank's hand.

"Does that hurt?"

Alex shakes his head. "It feels sensitive, though."

"Hm." Frank lifts Alex's shirt and then he sees a change in skin color, fairly slight, right across Alex's lower pelvis.

"Did you have surgery recently?"

Alex looks frightened but he sighs and admits, "Yes, I've had surgery. I think it's just a tracking device." He says that last part, looking at me.

Mulder exhales loudly behind me. "Just great! Sir, we probably have been tracked these past few days."

"It's an unusual place for a tracking device to be located." Frank says this, looking in my eyes. "If you want to take the chance, I can check him more thoroughly using an ultrasound."

"Damn, Frank, that would put him too out in the open. If it is a tracking device, though, I'd want it removed ASAP."

I sigh loudly, seeing no other choice in the matter. Alex had to be in a hospital whether it was a tracking device or not.

Mulder doesn't look happy but neither do I. We have no choice at this moment.

Frank walks with me to the front door. "It's after hours at my clinic now, Walter. By the time we get there, most of the staff will be gone. I could probably just use the obstetric ultrasound on him; it would show just as easily and not be as cumbersome using the other equipment."

"Alright. Let me and Mulder get him ready, we'll follow you."

Frank nods, returning to his car to put away his bag.

***

MULDER

Finally, we arrive at Frank's clinic. Everyone's gone except for a cleaning lady who will leave shortly. We're all tense and nervous.

Frank leads us to a room in his clinic that has equipment set up to one side of the room. I smile at the stirrups in the hospital bed and try to stifle a giggle at imagining Alex's feet in them, legs spread wide for the doctor to examine him.

Alex frowns as he lies back on the hospital bed. Frank turns on the equipment then lifts Alex's shirt. He takes some surgical jelly and slides it over Alex's abdomen. Frank breaths on the implement he lifts up and then begins to slide it over Alex's flesh. Frank hmms a bit more and I want to hit him. Nothing is showing up on the screen. He adds more jelly to Alex then slides it over further, making an adjustment to the equipment.

An image appears on the screen and Frank gasps.

"Uh, Walter, unless I'm mistaken, that isn't a tracking device."

"What? What are you saying, Frank?"

"I doubt the equipment is faulty, but I think we have a fetus in your witness's abdomen."

Alex sits up. "What?!"

I laugh. "Looks like you're an X-File, Alex."

I look over at Skinner who looks shocked.

***

ALEX

"Go fuck yourself, you X-File!" I shout at Mulder. My feet already on the floor, I turn my head to Skinner and his fucking quack doctor. "It's not funny, you idiots. Get this shit off me," I lift my cuffed hands at Skinner, "and let me fucking go! I'm not gonna be your pathetic joke, you sick fucks!"

"Get back up there," Skinner blocks my way. "Back. Up. NOW."

"Fuck you," I spit into his face.

"Oh, yes, I will fuck YOU right now if you won't obey my orders," he growls and grabs me by my shoulders, pushing me back, and up.

He is somehow... mild towards me... as if I were fragile... it freaks me out.

"Stop the fucking play-acting now," I yell. "Just let me go! Please, let me go!"

"This isn't an act, not in the least," the quack doctor quacks behind my back. "You are pregnant, young man."

Skinner slowly, but methodically pushes me up. Mulder has woken from his half-ecstatic stupor, and is giving him a hand in holding me down. Can I fucking fight them both with my hands cuffed?

The last words of that idiot are swelling me all into battle.

"Are you getting off on this or what?" I try to hit Skinner, while they are pulling me on the frigging table, pissed off. "How long will this spook show last before you shoot?"

"Frank, please turn the display so that he can see it too." I feel Skinner can barely restrain himself. He is about to beat me into a bloody pulp. Fucker. "Let me clear it up a moment. What is it there in his abdomen?"

They can't be serious. Of course they aren't. I am a man. Men don't have babies.

They are getting off on the show. Like "spy and interrogator". Or "daddy and boy". They are getting off on "Krycek the pregnant girl."

Bastards.

While they are holding me down, the doctor runs that implement over me again.

Then it occurs to me. They wouldn't be showing me the screen.

How are they supposed to fake the screen? They would have a VCR attached to it then.

I follow the wires attached to the display with my eyes. None of them ends up where I can't see it. None of them disappears from view. It can't be faked.

When an image appears on the display, my blood goes cold. This can't be real. I must be dreaming. This can't be happening. There must be some kind of different explanation for this.

"I'm sorry," I hear the doctor's voice again, like in a bad dream, "but I didn't notice the second one before."

What second one?

My breath quickens.

"There isn't just one fetus in his abdomen, there are two... yes, clearly, two. Wait a moment, I will take the measurements. I have biometric analysis programs here."

There is something floating in me, clearly. I want to smash that fucking display, but I'm not sure if right now I have strength enough to raise my arm. This can't be happening. I look at Mulder, then at Walter, as if waiting for them to tell me this is not truth.

Actually, I feel like pressing my face against Walter's chest and crying right now... he would tell me that it all was just a nightmare... a joke. Yes, a joke.

Yet the nightmare continues.

"So the BPD is... hmmm... the FL..." the fucking doctor is muttering under his nose, "I see... according to the measurements the fetuses seem pretty normal... the development... hmm... even surprisingly well meets the standards... the uterus..."

Uterus??? I feel like grabbing my head and howling if my arms weren't cuffed and pinned down by those two morons who are gaping at their damn doctor as if he was some kind of prophet.

"Fetal body measurements reflect the gestational age of the fetus." Did that doctor expect me to listen to him by saying that to me? "So, according to the measurements, he's in the fifteenth week of pregnancy right now. The EDC... estimated date of confinement would be around the 24th of April, plus or minus eight days. That is, if the babies developed the way they would develop under... normal circumstances. Up to now they have developed normally," the doctor lifts his head. "I guess you are interested to know the possible date of conception." He bends his head again. "That would be 1st of August... plus or minus eight days again."

Everything he is saying just runs through my brain. I don't care when it happened. It changes nothing.

Slowly I'm trying to get a grasp on the reality, whatever awful that may be.

I'm pregnant. I. Am. Pregnant.

HOW???

The fucking doctor probably has the same question in his mind because he bends over me and speaks, in a disgustingly low, almost compassionate voice.

"The fetuses are healthy inside you." Oh yes, thank you, this doesn't make me feel better, you moron. "But I really can't understand how this could have happened. Were you born male?"

Mulder and Walter prevent me from plunging my teeth into his throat. Lying back on the table, I feel their eyes on me. The humiliation is so all-consuming, that I lower my gaze and close my eyes. I feel tears are building behind the lids, trying to break out and trickle down my face.

I can't cry in the presence of these men.

"Let's go," I hear Mulder's voice.

"Wait, I must talk to Frank first," Walter answers. I hear his voice and the voice of the doctor more and more distantly.

I try to breathe. To gather some self-control, some peace of mind. I need to understand what has happened and what to do about it.

"Get up, Alex." It's Mulder. He is pressing my hand reassuringly.

I sit up.

My brain has started to work with a jolt.

Task No.1 - To get rid of the fetuses.

Task No.2 - To kill Spender.

Okay, let's try again.

The Spender killing is unlikely and, what's much more important, there isn't a safe way to carry that out.

Task No.1, on the contrary, requests immediate accomplishment.

"Mulder," I turn my head to the man, "I will give you information. I don't know much, but what I do know, it will still be useful for you. Please talk to that doctor. Tell him I'm... sorry. Talk to him. Please, I must get rid of these fetuses."

"Once a killer, always a killer?" That's Skinner's voice, from behind. "Enough with that shit. We're leaving."

Yes, here he is, back.

"I am pregnant!" I shout, glaring at him. "Don't you understand? I am fucking pregnant!"

"You're the last one to make that revelation. Let's go now." He takes my upper arm.

I yank my arm out of his hand. "I'm going nowhere. I'm a man, don't you see? Men DON'T HAVE babies. I'm not gonna go around fucking pregnant like this. NO WAY! I WANT TO GET RID OF THOSE FUCKING PARASITES!" I scream at the top of my lungs.

"Shut up!" Skinner growls and grabs me again.

I don't take the risk of hitting him. And then, that would just make things worse.

"I don't want them. You understand, I DON'T WANT them?" I shout and continue to struggle my hand out of his grip. At this moment the doctor enters the room. "Please, Sir, I'm sorry... I'm so sorry I tried to attack you. Please, Sir, could you abort them?" I try to plead with him.

Skinner's fingers dig deeper into my flesh.

"You're over the first trimester, boy," he barks. "It is too late for an abortion."

His fucking buddy doctor nods in agreement.

"Bastards!" I yell. "Fucking assholes, I wish you were pregnant!"

"Please, Frank, maybe you have some sedatives? Applicable for expectant mothers?"

"I will kill you, Walter! I will fucking kill you!" I wail. They are insane. "What are you going to do with me? Better let me have that abortion. You can't keep me. That is stupid!"

"We will see about that," Skinner growls.

This is the last time I go to a doctor. Ever.

MULDER

Shit, he's pregnant. But he's a fucking whore for Spender. It could be anyone's baby. Please let them not be mine. PLEASE!

***

SKINNER

Fuck, if they are my babies, he better fucking damn well keep them! If I have to sit on him the whole time, I goddamn will!

The sad thing is there's no way to know until after they're born.

I sigh loudly as Alex struggles in my arms. He doesn't want to be molly coddled. Too fucking bad!

"Mulder, sit in the back with him, I'm tired of his hysterics."

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" Alex screams in my ears.

I get out the key, unlock one cuff, he tries to hit me but I deflect it. I grab Mulder's wrist and the lose cuff locks on.

"Have fun." I smile at Mulder who glares at me evilly.

At least I don't have to put up with either of them on the ride back. Now that we know there's no tracking device, that just means we can sit awhile, until we can figure out the best plan of action.

I know one thing, the little brat is going to have to see a doctor or some health official off and on until the babies are born. If I have to keep him unconscious the whole time, I will.

***

ALEX

When Skinner starts the car, I realize there's no reason to scream anymore. The bastard won't let me stay.

I start talking Mulder's ear off, trying to convince him to help me get rid of those things in my body. Towards the end of the second hour in the car I promise him almost Cancerman himself on a tray with an apple in his mouth. C'mon, the guy can't be SO stubborn as to refuse such an offer.

Still, he is. It seems he is stone-deaf.

They load me out of the car and back into the cabin. Great, now I'm gonna be locked up like a laboratory rat. And there is nothing I can do, except to squeak and trip into the cage. I hate that.

So, before they lock me in the room, I tell them all what I think of them once again, at the top of my lungs. I manage to kick Mulder. Skinner is too careful and I miss. The bastards strap me to the bed, my hands cuffed at the bedpost. Then they leave, probably to give a careful consideration what color baby carriage to buy.

Fucking childloving freaks. If I could understand why they need me to have those... those... fetuses. Why they just can't let it go?

Lying back, cuffed and strapped down, slowly I feel my imagination creeping out of the backyard of my brain where it has been hiding from the macho guy kicking up a fuss. I wish I could give it a smack so that it never tries to appear again... it freaks me out.

What if I can't get rid of them?

I will have a huge stomach. I will be barely capable of walking. Everybody will see I'm knocked up. And then I will have two kids. Yeck, two kids, where will I put them? What will I do with them? Who will I be – a mother? For god's sake, why, why did they do this to me?

Sheer horror is strangling my throat and the tears are back. I press my face against my bound arm and let them go.

***

SKINNER

Mulder has been silent. I don't know if that's a good thing or not. I do know that we need to be careful with Alex, as soon as he has calmed a bit, I will take the cuffs away. I don't want to risk him running but I know that there has to be some way for me to show that I want him healthy and he can trust me. Now to make sure that Mulder will be trustworthy as well.

"Mulder?"

Mulder pauses from his self-reflection and looks over at me.

"What do you think about Alex having babies? I know I want him to keep them."

I blush, realizing I don't want to reveal that I've fucked a subordinate. Mulder would have too much control and I don't fully trust the flighty bastard just yet.

"I'm just imagining if I were pregnant, sir. I think I understand why he doesn't want them. What if they are alien hybrids?"

I sigh. "Mulder, I think my friend said they were normal fetuses."

"Most alien hybrids are normal - at least from what I've seen, sir."

Fuck. There's no way to know if the fetuses are mine, or even one of them. I don't know if it would matter to me if Alex had another man's child. If one of them were mine, I definitely want to be a part of his or her life.

Mulder interrupts me and tells me, "I'll go check on him."

"I'll go fix us something to eat." Alex is probably starving. After that frightening ordeal, he needs to eat to keep the babies healthy.

***

MULDER

Alex is lying on his side, his face buried against the side of his arm. He pretends he hasn't been crying, but it's obvious.

"Hey, how you holding up?"

"Fuck off, Mulder!"

Shit, I'm just trying to be friendly.

"Are you hungry? Thirsty?"

That sobers him up and he sighs. "Yeah."

"Skinner's making something for us to eat. I'll go get you some water - or would you prefer milk?"

Alex makes a face at the mention of milk. "I don't think my stomach can handle milk. Tell Skinner I think soup is the only thing that will stay down."

I nod then leave to get the water and tell Skinner. When I return, he's sitting up as best he can and looks up at me with those sexy eyes that make me want to forgive all the shit I went through when he betrayed us. I take my keys and let one cuff free.

He smiles, grateful, and grabs the glass. He drinks fast and I stop him. "Need to take that slow, Alex."

He nods then drinks more slowly. I take the glass from him and set it beside the bed.

"Mulder, you don't think I should keep these - whatever the hell they are. Come on, Mulder. Take pity on me. It certainly wasn't my idea to get knocked up!"

"I know, Alex. If it was up to me, I'd help you abort them. I don't blame you for being creeped out about it. I certainly wouldn't want to be the first pregnant male."

Alex seems to relax when I tell him that.

"What, Skinner doesn't want me to get rid of them, or something?"

I shrug. "He's acting strange. As if they were his or something."

I watch him closely. He doesn't react outwardly but I have a feeling there was something going on between them. I can't believe I let his sweet demeanor fuck me up so royally.

"Mulder, I don't want to have these things. Do you think you can talk to your boss about it?"

"I'll try. Maybe I can figure out why he's so interested."

Alex lowers his lashes and looks askance. I knew it. They'd fucked before.

"You were with him, weren't you?"

"What?"

"You let Skinner fuck you, didn't you?"

Alex growls, "So what if I did? I fucked a lot of men for the Consortium. He wasn't any different!"

I frown. I don't like the idea that he just used both of us so coldly.

"He probably thinks they could be his - one of them might be."

He doesn't look too happy about that notion. "They could be yours, Mulder."

I shrug. I don't know if I want them to be mine, or even one of them.

"I'll go check on dinner."

***

ALEX

Mulder's idea, however crazy it sounds, makes sense. If I had any inclination or energy to think about where those fetuses came from, I could've analyzed that idea. But then, maybe they just used me like they use the women. A walking womb for their hybrids.

I shiver. It is impossible. Charles can't be so inhuman, not towards me.

I turn on my side and pull the blanket in a big bunch at my stomach, curling in a ball. Gives me some sense of security.

My mind can't understand this. I wish they had tortured me to fucking hell, broken my limbs, beaten me into a bloody pulp and then thrown me out. I would have pulled myself up and hitched a ride on the first highway I came across, and it would've been okay. I wish anything else had happened. Just not this. Please. I need a backspace key to push.

I bite into the blanket and close my eyes.

Then it hits me. Geeze, I'm lying in the same position as those two inside me. Curled in my heat, quite sure nobody will hit them or abuse them or send them to be subjected to tests.

Idiots.

For a short moment I feel strange, but it passes quickly. They are just pieces of flesh. Not thinking. Not feeling. They aren't humans – or hybrids – yet, and they never will be.

After all, if I'm the fucking mother, I have the right to decide. Some rights I still have, despite of how much Cancerman would hate that.

I don't think Mulder will succeed with Skinner. But he has got the key. He will help me. I know. I just need to get the cuffs off, then I will figure the way to get out of here. And, once I'm out, the
abortion is a quick business to do.

I hear the door being unlocked behind my back and turn my head to see who's there, hoping for Mulder. It's Skinner, though, with the plate. He sits on the edge of my bed.

I hate him. Probably as much as those two in my stomach.

I pull myself up in a sitting position. My right arm is still cuffed to the bedpost, now twisted behind my back.

"Are you gonna uncuff me or do you want that soup spilled all over the bed?" I ask him, in a voice much softer than one should expect due to what I'm saying, and look into his eyes.

I wonder what could get him going. Should I promise him something? Or should I plead?

Skinner uncuffs my hand. It probably surprises him that I don't try to rush for his throat to strangle him but take the plate and start eating instead.

***

SKINNER

I don't like that he's always cuffed. If I felt I could trust him, I'd easily keep them off. I don't like the idea of him being tied up and unable to defend himself. No one who's pregnant should be treated like that. I just don't know what I can do to ensure he won't run off.

I watch him eat, but I can tell he wants to remain free from the cuffs. I don't like the fact I have this sudden desire to do what he wants. I know it's because I'm seeing him as a – well, fuck, a 'mother' of children that could be mine. Maybe it's a pipe dream that they are mine. I don't care, though.

"Alex, I want to trust you, but I know you want to get rid of the fetuses. Well, you realize that, unless the Consortium has changed your physiognomy completely, you probably won't hold those babies to term anyway. I want to ask you, would you rather be stuck in some Consortium lab or stay with me?"

***

ALEX

"I would have an abortion before the Consortium finds me, that's for sure." I answer, looking into his eyes. "It doesn't matter, Walt, that I won't hold them to term. I know I won't. Four months is more than enough." I take another spoonful and then put the plate on the floor. Will eat more later.

"Finish your soup," Skinner orders. "You have to eat now."

"I'll eat it, just as you want me to," I answer and move closer to him, into his private space. Our thighs touch each other.

"C'mon, Walt, I don't even have a hole through which they might come out," I look at him with wide, innocent eyes, pleadingly, "I don't know why they are doing this to me, but I can't handle it. Please, Walt, help me. I can't have those babies. I will lose my mind, Walt. Please, take pity on me."

He can't tear his eyes off my face. That's good. I lower my lashes and bend to his broad palm, touching it with my lips.

I'll be damned if this won't work.

***

SKINNER

"Alex, I want to help you, but I don't think it's feasible to abort the fetuses. Who knows what they did to you to allow this to happen. What if we abort them and you die? I don't want you to die, Alex."

Alex whimpers. I know he must be living a nightmare. I don't know what to do to rectify the situation for him.

"I'll ask Frank; maybe he can tell me what the best solution is."

***

MULDER

I'm wondering what's keeping Skinner. He's changed towards Alex, as if now he wants to protect him. I wonder if maybe he had an affair with Alex too. It would make sense. That boy would open his legs to anyone willing.

I startle at the sound of my cell phone. I had cut it off shortly after obtaining Alex but I turned it back on this morning.

"Mulder."

"Mulder, where have you been? I've been trying to reach you and Skinner all day!"

"I'm sorry. I turned off my phone. We have Krycek in custody."

"OH! Now I understand. Is there anyway to keep him? You know he'll be a target."

"I know, Scully. But the situation is, um, a little different."

"What do you mean?"

I sigh. Should I tell her what's' going on?

"They did something to him. I'm beginning to think they've set him up. I'm not sure of the purpose - maybe just to tell him he's theirs or to punish him. I don't know."

"What's going on? Should I examine him?"

"Scully, you're still recuperating..."

"No, I'm not. That's why I've been trying to reach you or Skinner. I want to return to duty. I'm well enough to work."

"Scully... are you sure?"

"Yes. Now that you have Krycek in custody, I'd like to examine him. Maybe they planted some sort of homing device on him."

I nearly laugh. "That's what we thought at first, too. It's not that. A doctor friend of Skinner's already checked him out. There's no other way to say this — Krycek's pregnant."

Absolute silence from the other end of the phone.

"Scully?"

"Mulder, this is no time for sick jokes."

"I'm not lying, Scully. If you want, you can examine him yourself. I just don't know where yet. I do think we're going to have to leave where we are for now."

"Well, I'm going to submit the paperwork to return to work. Call me when you're settled again."

"Will do."

***

SKINNER

I don't know if my sympathy helped, but he seems to have relaxed a bit, as if resigned. At least momentarily, anyway.

"I will go crazy if I have to carry these babies to term. Men aren't physically capable, Skinner!"

"A doctor would have to examine you more thoroughly than Frank did. Maybe you can carry them to term. I'll call Frank..."

I rise to leave but Alex grabs my hand.

"Don't leave me. Please."

I sigh. Those beautiful green eyes are pleading and so sexy.

"I'm just going to talk to Mulder for a moment, Alex. If you don't try to flee, I won't cuff you."

There is a knock on the door. I open it.

"Mulder?"

"That was Scully, sir. She wants to examine Krycek."

"Mulder, she's still recovering."

"She wants to return to duty, sir. She is very eager to examine him."

"You told her?"

"Sir, she's my partner."

I nod. "Alright."

"We need to leave, sir. We may have alerted our position to the Consortium already... unless they have no intention of taking him back."

Alex cuts in.

"What the fuck do you mean, Mulder? You think they want me like this?"

"They put you in this situation, Alex. You tell me. Are they punishing you or just using you in some experiment?"

Alex growled, "If I knew that, I would've told you already!"

Mulder notices that Krycek isn't cuffed.

"I was telling Krycek that we have to trust him before we let him free. So I told him one of us would have to remain with him. We can switch off as needed."

Mulder nods. "We should keep him cuffed, though, if we leave here."

"I agree."

Alex sighs loudly.

***

ALEX

Oh, thank you, Mulder. You are always so nice.

It just means I will have to break through two locked doors without any tools here – or that next place they're gonna move me to, if Skinner's quack doctor will chicken out and refuse the abortion.

They keep talking but nothing much is being decided, so I take my plate and continue eating my soup while it's still warm. I think I could eat three portions like this one. And, yeah... I guess the
reason for my voracity is obvious now. Those two want to eat as well. Fine, fuck you. I'm not gonna ask for more.

Finally Mulder leaves, bringing the empty plate back to the kitchen, and I stay in the room alone with Skinner.

I give him my most defenseless look from under my lashes. "Please, Walter, talk to Frank. Maybe it is possible to have an abortion."

He buys it again.

"I will talk to Frank," he answers, and this time it's him who moves closer to me.

Okay, I was the one who started it. Let's say it is a collateral cirumstance that I can't think about sex right now, let alone allow anyone touching my ass. So, I respond him. Not the first time, not the last.

Skinner's tongue breaches my lips.

It is fine, I try to soothe the hysterical little me in my brain, he can't knock me up more than I already am knocked up. Maybe this is not the way I've been knocked up at all.

He probably feels my lips trembling because he presses his tongue into my mouth more fiercely. He gets off on that, I know.

I force myself to put my arms around his waist. Broad and muscled, just the way I like it.

Then he moves his hand lower to reach my crotch; I instinctively back away. Stupid.

Skinner looks at me, a bit surprised. "Want it rough," I gasp. "Take me like you used to. Break me to your will."

I'm waiting for him to start the pregnancy shit, and how he must treat me like a frigging lady because of that, but he keeps silent.

Thanks at least for that, Walt.

I try to sit up, and he pushes me down – too gently, - grabs my arms and pins them above my head, claiming my neck with his teeth.

I start a real fight. I need to feel like I'm a man. I want to fucking wrestle with him and to take his cock in me when I'm pinned down by the weight of his muscles. I want him to ram in me the same brusquely and hard as if he were still beating me.

I don't want to submit today; I need to be forced.

When he starts to hold my arms down as if I were a girl, I realize he won't hit me. He won't wrestle and won't even lie on top of me.

But then, I can't free my arms either.

"I will fuck you, boy," he growls at me, "no matter if you squirm or not. Now pull down your pants and get on all fours. If you won't, I will get my cane and take it to your pert butt, and that's not walking in the park, I can assure you."

The bad thing is, you can never be sure if he's bluffing or not. Maybe caning is okay with pregnant people to Skinner's mind? Not with me then. I never had any liking for canes.

He releases my arms and I do as he says.

"Spread your legs wider, boy," Skinner orders from behind. I hear clothes rustling and then he gets in bed in front of me, naked.

When I see Walter's thick, hard rod, dripping with pre-cum, I shit on being imprisoned, the parasites and whatever else would spoil my pleasure. Even my own cock starts to wake up although I thought he had been frightened till the end of his days... well, okay, till the end of the pregnancy. Fuck, it's so long since I had a dick like Skinner's up my ass.

I bend, take his gorgeous cock deep in my throat and start to draw eighters with my nose in his bush, inhaling the masculine scent. Fine technique, it gets him squirming and pushing me away in almost no time at all.

"Want to fuck you," Walter informs me and reaches for his pants. I grin. So he has arrived already prepared.

Walter fishes two small packets out of a pocket and kneels behind me. I stretch my ass in front of him. Not wasting time, he presses the lube on me and drives home. Good… he knows I need no preparing.

Or maybe I do. With him. His cock stretches me so completely I find myself wondering, stupidly, how he will be able to move at all; it's been awhile since I took someone that big inside me. The pain is quite minor though. Not worth paying attention to. I don't even remember I had one the next moment when he rams against my prostate.

"Do me hard," I gasp, as Walter grabs my hips and pulls to himself, and his cock breaks all the way inside. "Please, hard, please, Walt, ream me out, I'm all yours, Walt," I continue to plead, moaning with pleasure on his rod. He becomes more aggressive and I start yelling with delight.

He said no one can hear me screaming, right? And, talking about Mulder, this won't be a big surprise for him.

His broad palm squeezes my mouth shut and he plows me even more violently as if trying to punish.

He succeeds with the punishment though just when he stills inside me. I'm incapable of waiting and I don't want to. So I start squirming and squeezing his cock with my ass. He slaps me hard but withdraws and turns me around.

Oh yes. I think I could've given any information I have for his cock up my ass while his mouth works on my cock. He's so damn talented. When he grabs my hips and takes me deep into his throat I yell my release.

***

SKINNER

I hold Alex against me on the small bed, we barely have enough room. Mulder's right, we're going to have to leave here. We need a more secure environment and I don't like having to keep Alex cuffed. I take the cuffs and put one on my wrist and the other on Alex's.

I wrap an arm around Alex, loving the feel of his body against mine. My hand strokes down to cup his belly. He shifts, probably not liking me touching him this way. Well, tough, Alex.

Tomorrow, I'm going to have to call in and report that I am still needed to protect my informant. I know Cassidy will not like my continued absence from the bureau. I will just have to say that this
witness is dangerous and I'm working on having him trust me.

Maybe I will have Mulder return to the Bureau while Scully examines Alex.

***

MULDER

I wake, a bit uncomfortably. I could barely sleep with hearing Skinner fucking Alex. That tells me that Alex had been sleeping with Skinner before, otherwise, I doubt Skinner would risk fucking a pregnant possible informant.

Maybe I can convince Skinner to let me pick Scully up. After Scully checks on him, it would be better if I returned to the bureau. I can see if I can find more information on Alex's condition. Maybe he doesn't know as much as he thinks he does.

***

SKINNER

I wake to Alex in my arms and it feels good, but I need to piss and I'm certain Alex does, too.

"Hey, wake up, sleepyhead. Need to take a leak."

Alex wakes; looking beautiful and I smile and kiss him. He looks pissed. He rises, though, at my prompting and I stand beside him. We move together out the door to the bathroom.

I smile again, Mulder's cooking breakfast. We piss together in the toilet then I say, "Want a shower?"

Alex shrugs and I uncuff his wrist then mine. I set the cuffs on the toilet then take off my clothes and set them on top of the cuffs.

Alex looks at me, uncertainly, then takes off his clothes. I turn on the shower and get it nice and warm, then motion for Alex to get in. He does and groans in pleasure as the water hits him. The sound is sexy and I move behind him. I take the soap in my hands and then begin washing his back.

"God, Walter, that feels good!"

I grin and soon, I have Alex in my arms, washing his front, playing. His head falls against my shoulder and he purrs. Delightful. While he worked for the bureau, we never had a chance to be this intimate. When I grasp his cock, he lets me jerk him off. Afterwards, he sucks my cock down my throat until I come in his mouth.

***

MULDER

They both come to breakfast. I'm surprised, but I guess Skinner wants to show Alex we trust him. I kept their food warm in the stove and set them on the table when they enter the small kitchen. I notice Alex isn't wearing his cuffs, but I don't say anything. If Skinner wants to risk it, that's on his neck.

We are relatively silent through the meal, then I suggest that I go pick up Scully. I also suggest I return to work after Scully checks on Krycek. Skinner agrees and I prepare to leave.

"I'll look for another safe house, sir."

"Good idea, Mulder."

Before I leave, I notice Skinner cuffing Alex's wrist to his own. Now I feel better about leaving them alone.

***

SKINNER

I called Cassidy shortly after Mulder left. She wasn't happy that I was staying longer with Krycek, but she understands the delicacy of the situation. I tell her Mulder will return to the bureau tomorrow. That seemed to allay some of her unhappiness with the situation.

Alex asks to have the cuffs removed after I hang up the phone.

I sigh then remove them. I make a tub of popcorn while Alex sits watching football. This is the best way to see how far I can trust him after all. Let's see if he breaks that trust.

***

ALEX

Fucking asshole. He didn't call Frank.

I remind him, once, twice, and he promises that he will for sure. The frigging phone is two steps from the stove where he stands.

Obviously this is clear. I guess the way he cupped my stomach last night tells me all I want to know. He isn't gonna help me to have an abortion. Fucking newly-fledged daddy.

He brings me the popcorn and sits close by on the old couch. Smiling happily. He probably feels unbelievably good. Imagines I'm his pregnant wife or something who would enjoy a snack while watching TV. Sure.

I don't like popcorn.

Watching the guys running after the ball, I analyze the possible escape plans. I choose the most secure one. The chance to fail must be reduced to the minimum because Skinner is twice my strength, and I'm afraid of what he might do to me if I fail.

The game is over and I look at Skinner with my most horny bedroom eyes. "Maybe we can have a little fun before Mulder returns? Can't have enough of your cock in me... I wish I were as big as you are. Walt... want you to ream me out... like last night," I purr. His smile becomes even wider. Oh yeah, you smile.

I move on the couch to straddle his lap and, once there, kiss him on the lips, hugging his sexy torso with both hands. One of them is placed right above the cuffs at his belt. I try to move the hand lower and at this moment it gets stuck between Walter and the couch as he leans back to get more comfortable.

I wiggle my ass in his lap a bit and watch the bulge growing under me. "Wanna fuck you like this. So that you lie back and I fuck myself on your rod," I whisper. "Carry me to bed like this, Walt."

He's got hot on the idea. My legs and arms wrapped around him right where the cuffs are, he lifts me off the sofa and carries me to the bedroom. Great.

I push my left palm in his pants under the cuffs and grab his butt. Giving him the french kiss of my life, I pull the cuffs off, carefully, not touching his flesh, only my other hand, avoiding to make any noise.

Done. I gasp in his mouth and Skinner grabs my ass with passion.

Oh yeah, this is fun.

He sits down on the bed and I quickly slip the cuffs under the pillow.

"Let me strip you, master," I whisper in his ear.

I knew this word will work on him. He lies back, allowing me to remove his pants and shirt. His cock is fully erect and I swallow it. I guess he still deserves some fun, and then, after all, the hornier he is the easier it will be for me to take advantage.

It goes better than I thought. Caressing him, I succeed in bringing his arms up. Licking the sensitive inner side of his left forearm, I fish the cuffs out from under the pillow and fix to the bedpost. Quick snap and he is caught.

The roar breaks out like open house in hell. I become afraid he will take down the bed and all my ideas to fuck myself on him disappear in thin air. I grab his pants, take the keys and run to the door. Fuck my jacket, I won't freeze to death, but trying to find it here with Skinner raging like an infuriated orang-outang is too risky.

I run out, start the car – well, thanks Skinner, he had the car keys together with the other keys in the pocket – and take off.

Turning out from the by-road on the highway I notice Mulder's car approaching from the other side. I don't press on the gas immediately but, as quick as it won't be too suspicious, I speed along as fast as the car can go.

MULDER

What the fuck? Is Skinner leaving the cabin? Oh shit! That's Krycek.

"What's going on?" Scully asks.

"Looks like Krycek has escaped somehow."

I make a sharp U-turn in the street and go after the car. But, by the time I hit the highway, the vehicle is gone.

"Fuck!"

"Mulder, shouldn't we go see about Skinner? Maybe he's hurt."

I sigh. "You're right, Scully. It just galls me that you can't examine Alex. I think he's probably going to abort the babies."

Scully sighs and doesn't say anything. I know she won't believe that Krycek is pregnant until she sees it for herself.

***

SKINNER

God damn it! That little prick! That's the last time I trust him! I just hope to hell he doesn't kill the babies or I will kill him!

I'm still fuming when I hear the door open. Oh please let it be Alex - run out of gas!

"Sir?"

I hear Mulder's voice. Now I'm embarrassed. Here I am, cuffed to the bed and my pants are undone.

"I'm in here, Mulder."

Mulder opens the door and pauses.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, except for my pride."

"Sir?"

Oh fuck! It's Scully! I look pleadingly at Mulder. He gets the hint and turns to tell Scully that I'm fine. She doesn't press and Mulder turns back to me. He grabs his keys and, luckily, his keys fit and unlock the cuffs.

When I'm free and out of the room, Scully looks curiously at me, but then says,

"Maybe I should go look for him. Why don't you two stay here and go over the locations you found, Mulder."

I don't like it, but I think she may be right. She is definitely more competent than I am at the moment. I seem to be permanently thinking with my dick, especially when it comes to Krycek.

***

MULDER

I know that Scully can handle it alone, and Alex wouldn't be expecting her alone. I hand her the keys and she takes off.

I sit down on the sofa and am about to talk about the possible locations for our next safe house when he interrupts me.

"Shit, Mulder. I've been ridiculous. Maybe I should be the one to return to the Hoover."

"Sir, that's up to you. If you think you've gotten to close to the situation, maybe you should."

***

ALEX

I'm speeding so damn hard that if some cop would try to stop me I'd probably drive over him before I'd even notice. Meanwhile I try to analyze my situation.

The car must be ditched as quickly as possible. I can't take another either; not just because I don't have proper equipment – doubt it if Skinner would keep lock picking tools in his car, - but just as well because very likely it will be reported to the police anyway.

I don't have any money or a phone, let alone a weapon. Even if I had my jacket, a couple of dollars won't do me much good. Hey, if I knew beforehand I was going to be kidnapped from the bar and shortly after that running around the plains of America looking for an abortion, I would have at least taken some cash with me.

Having the abortion is no doubt the first thing to do.

Wrong.

At first I have to get to know what the heck they have done to me. Getting those creatures out of my body is a thing of ultimate importance, but who knows, maybe they want to make it three and take me with them. Dying because of an abortion is definitely something outside my plans.

And only Charles fucking traitor knows what they have done to me.

That means, at first I have to call him. And then to disappear from here like greased lightening before his squad has arrived to capture me for the daddy.

I slow down a bit, starting to look around for a gas station or something where they might have a pay phone.

And then it starts.

I continue driving for a while, but I know I will have to stop eventually. So it is - in some ten minutes I feel the time has come. I get out of the car, momentarily feeling a bit better because of the cool November air, what just prolongs the procedure.

Freezing and worn out, I choke by the roadside until I throw up. Would be great if there was some water, or at least grass to take away the bad taste in my mouth. Of course there isn't.

I get back into the car and continue driving. Well, it's not for much longer that you will get to torment me, you couple from hell. I'm on my way to pay you back.

I can't go to a hospital. That is totally out of the question. I don't have any friends who might take a risk and do it for me either. From all the possibilities I can imagine more or less real are just three.

First, the best and the least likely one would be to find a private doctor in some little town, but that might work just in case if I'm lucky to get money. Second option is to find some half-legal brothel and work for them in return for helping me out of my misery. At least until Cancerman comes after me. If I'm alive after their underground methods, that is, because they will never call 911.

The best option seems the third – to cause the abortion myself. Just if I had the tiniest idea how... Falling down the stairs normally ends up in reanimation department, at least according to what I've seen in movies, and that is too risky. I don't even know where I might find tips on illegal abortion methods. Or... wait... a woman should know.

At the next stop I pull in and leave the car behind the building, unseen from the highway. I make a collect call to Marita and, luckily for me, she accepts it.

"The old man is searching for you through all over the country," she greets me.

"I thought so," I answer. "Sweetheart, can you get me money and a gun? Please?"

"I can't, Alex. I'm in Tunisia and I will be here for a couple of weeks at least."

Fuck.

Okay, plan B.

"I see. Listen, can you tell me how to induce an abortion?"

"...Wha-at?"

"You must know. Dear, I have very little time and I'm in big trouble. How can I induce an abortion?"

"Alex, I won't give you advice on how to kill some woman's baby, especially if it's you who knocked her up," she takes a breath to continue and I cut her off.

"Look, it's consensual. I have been only with men recently."

"It's her problem, then."

I sigh. "It's not her. It's me. I'm pregnant."

A complete silence.

"Marita, please, help me. Please, you must know something."

Silence.

"C'mon, sweetheart, please!"

"You. Are. Pregnant?"

"Yes," fuck, can't she wise up and get what I'm saying? "very pregnant, knocked up, big stomach. Please, they are chasing me."

"Oh my god," she sighs. "Well, wait..."

I wait.

"I think it is iodine. You can cause an abortion with iodine. I think you should drink it," finally she comes up with something.

"Something else?"

"No... I don't know anything. Can you call me back later?"

"I can try. I'm not sure. Well, see you then."

"Alex?"

"Yes?"

"I wish I could hug you."

I don't usually get a hug when I need one.

"Thank you, dear," I say, softly. Sometimes I wish I were with her. Probably Marita is the only one I can trust.

I disconnect and stand there for a while, leaning on the telephone booth, pressing my forehead against the receiver.

Then I dial Cancerman's number.

They accept the call almost immediately. Either their security system has broken down to hell or they are really desperate to find me.

"I was expecting you, little one," it's his voice. "What happened? Why did you disappear?"

Fucker.

"I was kidnapped. I'll tell you later. Just got out."

"Where are you?"

"I will try to explain," oh yes, I will. "I will need you to pick me up. I don't have either a car or any money."

"Absolutely, we will do that. Where are you?"

Bastard.

"Dear?"

"Yes, Alex?"

"They told me I'm pregnant. They showed the proof to me. I think they planned to turn me over for testing or something. I took care of their proofs, at least those I knew where they are kept, but... Charles... I don't understand what's happening to me. Heck, I'm afraid. I... I need your help."

Seems his guard is off for a second. I hear his unobtrusive laughter at the other end. The third happy fucking newly-fledged daddy. "Don't worry, Alex. It's our project. I should be the father of the kids... actually, I'm certain I'm the father of one baby and Mulder is the father of the other. You slept with him shortly before your assignment in the FBI was completed, right?"

Oh, I see now why he kept fucking me like a damn rabbit when he got back from Europe.

"Yes," I answer. "I did as I was ordered. But, Charles, I'm a man. I can't be impregnated."

"Nothing is impossible, Alex." I can just see his grin in front of me. "You're working for an organization which is ahead of its time. And this is an important mission, Alex. We are planning to use this technology for purity control purposes."

What the heck is purity control?

"Even more, by having his baby we might get a hold of Mulder at last," he continues.

"Charles, but it's physically impossible. I don't have a reproductive system to deliver these babies even if I can carry them to term," I try to sound upset.

I am, actually.

"No, not really, Alex. But we have implanted a cloned womb in you," he sounds so frigging calm as if it weren't me that had this done but some laboratory rat, "and our new technology causes the opening of an artificial channel, which starts in your rectum, during the intrusion from outside. Just like the way it works in your cock when you're aroused, so that sperm can come out."

I still can't understand how a man can be that cruel to another man he has been living with for years.

"Charles, there's something else. The men who captured me, they hit me during the fight. My stomach is hurting. Pretty badly, I don't know..."

He sighs. "Hopefully you won't lose the babies. It wouldn't be nice to start all over again."

The hair on my head is standing up.

"Alex?"

"Yes," I manage to get over my lips.

"The car will be on its way to your location in five minutes. I will send specialists with them. Hold on. I'm going to prepare a separate ward for you here with everything you like. Internet, VCR. The best food. Or, if you want, you can return to my apartment as soon as the doctors allow it. You will have everything you want, just tell me. You're carrying my baby, little one."

And after you find out it's not yours you tear my head off?

"Well, I will wait here then. See you later."

"See you, little one."

He disconnects.

Crap.

Crap, crap, crap! It seems so I'm on run from the Consortium up from this very moment, and I have nothing except a stolen car, one change of clothes on me, two fucking babies in my stomach and a damn squad after me.

I wonder if I had ever been in a situation worse than this. Probably not. Well, I'll think about this later. In the car. I have no time.

I step out of the booth and meet a barrel of a gun.

The fucking redhead.

I guess I was mistaken when I thought that it couldn't get worse.

***

MULDER

"Sir, um, I take it you were involved with Alex while he worked for the Bureau?"

Skinner frowns. "Yes, I was. I'm not proud of that, Mulder."

I blow out a puff of air. "Sir, I was as well, but it seems he was doing it by orders from the Consortium. I'm fairly sure they were trying to trap you as well."

Skinner shakes his head and lifts his hands to wipe over his face in frustration.

"You're probably right, Mulder. Did you see through his innocent act? I just thought he was hot to trot."

"I guessed he was pulling a fast one on me, sir, but I never suspected he was working with the cigarette smoking man."

"Shit, I know I should never have fallen for his flirtation and tight ass. But I do want to help raise his children, if he'd let me."

I stare at him, shocked. Walter Sergei Skinner, hardass AD of the Bureau wants to play house with Alex "scum sucker" Krycek? That I certainly wasn't expecting!

***

SKINNER

Mulder's eyes became huge when I said that. Damn, he shouldn't look so fucking gorgeous.

I can't believe it - an image of me with Mulder and Krycek holed up in a white picket fence house with a dog and the babies living in bliss flits through my brain. I must be losing my mind.

"Mulder, if he has your children, it wouldn't matter to me, I still want to raise them with him."

"Are you in love with him, sir?"

I can't even look at him. I have no idea what to say. How can he ask that? I don't know myself!

There is the sound of a car door shutting outside. Saved by the fucking bell.

"Uh, hold that thought, Mulder."

Scully opens the door, her gun pressed calmly into Alex's temple.

"Sir, could you cuff him?" she asks.

"Of course, Scully."

I take the cuffs and Alex pouts as I put them on him. How could I have fallen for that act? He's probably the best actor, the little shit.

"Sir, your car is at a gas station not far from the interstate. If you want, Mulder and I can retrieve it."

"Leaving our company so soon, Alex? I thought we were treating you well here." I sigh. "Thanks, Agent, for bringing him back. I guess you can get my car, but if you wish to rest for a moment, there's no hurry."

"I think you may want to know, sir, he was talking to one of his 'employers'."

"Did Scully get you before you were rescued by your employer?"

"I found out that they had planned this, all along. I'm certain now that you and Mulder are the grub's sperm donors."

Alex doesn't look happy relaying that information. My heart bleeds for the asshole. Though I have feel some odd flutter at being told I could be a father to at least one of the babies.

"What's the purpose of it all, Alex? Why would they want you to have our children?" Mulder interrupts.

"Charles used this word 'purity control' whatever the hell that means."

"Charles? Who's that?" I ask, not liking the familiar way Alex says that name.

"The man Mulder calls the cigarette smoking man." Alex doesn't seem comfortable with telling us more than that.

"Charles, huh? You are close to him, I take it? Bosom buddies?" Mulder interrogates him.

Alex doesn't look happy at all and clams up.

"Let's have dinner, Mulder, then we can interrogate our prisoner," I tell him.

***

ALEX

Surprisingly, they give me a bowl of soup, too. I start to eat but my stomach has had a little too much fun today with all the happy news, so the food goes down but has no intention of remaining there.

I rush to the toilet and Skinner jumps up at my sudden move. He should have understood I'm not stupid enough to run with handcuffs on.

When I come out, he's there at the door. First time since my escape we meet eyeball to eyeball and I flinch, waiting for a beating I'd expect from the ex-marine, but he doesn't hit me.

"How are you?" he asks instead, and I almost fall to the floor.

When he touches my shoulder, my look of shock unwillingly turns to pleading him for forgiveness and understanding at once, looking for something I neither know nor recognize. "If I say that it can't get worse it surely will," I answer, staring at him. It is strange when he treats me like this. People don't treat me like this.

"I want to protect you, Alex," he says, the dark eyes damned serious. Even gentle. "I can take care of you and your babies."

I stare at him like stupid. I never ever would have expected a proposal, and certainly not after what I've done this morning. Seems, even my guard is off for awhile, let alone the analytical ability.

We look at each other for quite some time.

Then I shake myself back into reality. I have to think straight. I can't be drooling over empty dreams of myself curled in Walter's arms, safe and warm, and having outstanding sex each night.

And then there are, of course, the damn babies.

"I'm not gonna keep them," I say. "I can't." Then I turn and walk back into the kitchen.

"You can't kill them. They are your babies," Skinner tries to throw some light on my dark, homicidal mind, following me.

"Oh yeah, damn well they are. I feel that every morning."

As we walk back into the kitchen, Mulder looks at me with such eyes that it might seem it were him who I had left cuffed to the bed naked this morning.

"Well, I guess I should go get that car," Scully stands up and goes to the door. "I'll be back in a couple of hours."

"There's something you should know," I look at her. "You didn't let me talk much, so I didn't tell you earlier... actually Charles' men will be looking for me about now at that gas station. I'm certain of it."

"Well," Scully hesitates a bit, then puts her coat back on the hanger. "Probably not a good idea to lead them here. So... what then, maybe I can have a look at Krycek?" she turns against the G-men.

"Sure. Just I guess there are some questions that need to be answered first. For the security reasons." Mulder places his ass on the edge of the table, crosses his arms and looks at me. "I doubt you tipped them off to where the cabin is situated or with whom you were with. That is not expedient for you. I'd say if we stay here this night it's safe. But why did you asked so called Charles to come over with his personal escort? Was there any other reason or you only wanted to
get back to him sooner? Do you miss him that much?"

"They figured my location out themselves. I called him for information."

"Going to share it with us?"

"I got to know what they did to me," I look at Skinner. Seems it just heightens Mulder's anger. "They implanted a cloned womb into me. There is an artificial channel joining the cavity where the womb is placed, with the rectum. The passage inside me opens during anal penetration."

Skinner listens to me as if I was a priest, Mulder – as if I was a doctor, and Scully – as if I was a weak-minded kid with a compulsion to lie.

"As I understand, I'm the first one to be tested on," I continue the report for my audience. "There is a new project going on, designed for another project called Purity control."

"And you know nothing about it," Mulder attacks me.

"No I don't."

"How do you know we are... we might be the fathers?" Skinner barges into the conversation. Scully rolls her eyes.

"Around the 1st of August... just after the operation, I didn't sleep with anyone else except you. Charles had planned that the kids would be his, but he returned too late... miscalculated a bit."

I feel some pleasure saying this. Almost like having a bit of revenge over the traitor.

By the faces of Mulder and Skinner, I realize immediately that I've said something very wrong. Right, because before I was knocked up, the potential father's dick was supposed to be up my ass.

Whatever.

"You're his bitch, right? I knew it," Mulder is furious. "I knew it since you dragged your slutty ass over this doorstep," he shouts at me, and then turns to Skinner who doesn't say anything, just looks quite pensive behind his glasses.

"I didn't drag my ass over this doorstep," I answer Mulder back. "You did that."

"A baby-faced government whore, serving old farts, that's your job, you scum sucker?" he ignores my remark.

"Stop this, Mulder," Skinner bursts in. "Stop this."

"Yes, so what?" I look into Mulder's eyes. "I don't have problems with older men."

I think he is going to spring out of his pants. Skinner gets in the middle.

"Stop. This. Now."

He looks at me. Somehow his look makes me lower my eyes.

"I didn't sleep with anyone else during that time," I repeat softly. "They might be just yours."

"He's a liar, Sir." That's Mulder.

I look down at my handcuffed hands. I don't care. If they want they can call me Saddam as long as they don't shoot me.

If they would think the fetuses are Cancerman's, after all, that might just favor me to get an abortion.

In a way, it's interesting. As if the life of Cancerman's children was less worthy. As if they had stigma attached to them.

The way it's attached to me.

Scully's voice wakes me from my philosophical reflection.

"Let's go to the bedroom. I want to have a look at you."

Mulder goes with us; either he has decided I'll strangle his kick-ass redhead and escape through a crack in the wall or he just doesn't want to stay alone with Skinner.

I strip, putting all the clothes in a heap and lie down in the bed. Mulder's eyes are swallowing my body whole while he still continues to look angry.

Scully checks on me for quite awhile. Afterwards, not sharing any conclusions, she gives me a long slender plastic thing and asks me to go to the toilet to take a pregnancy test.

I look at her. Does she think I'm some kind of damn woman, taking pregnancy tests on a daily basis?

"Well, the test will detect the level of the pregnancy hormone in your urine, human chorionic gonadotropin. Bring it to me afterwards."

"Let's go?" I look at Mulder.

He almost shoves me out of the door.

The test, of course, proves what we three already knew. Scully asks for the printouts of the obstetric ultrasound and spends some fifteen minutes studying them.

"Well," she looks at the daddies at last, "I can't find a scientific explanation for how this can work, but yes, he is pregnant. There are two fetuses in his uterus."

Her statement starts a fiery discussion, which might even be called scientific if not for Mulder's emotional outbursts. While she's talking to them, a bright idea flashes in my mind. I couldn't have
wanted a better situation, actually. Their brains are so busy with discussing my hormones now and aren't watching me.

"Scully, you're a doctor; can I ask you about something else?"

"Yes, please," she turns to me.

"One spot on my leg is itching like hell. I could use some iodine," I look at her pleadingly. "I can apply it myself, just give it to me."

She rummages in her bag and passes me the bottle.

"Haven't you guys any supplies here?"

"He didn't ask us for anything," Skinner answers and then he suddenly rushes forward.

I make it to my lips but don't manage to drink as he beats the bottle out of my hands and it smashes against the floor.

Skinner grabs me by the throat.

"If you will ever try to do this again," he growls, "I will skin you alive, I swear!"

I feel I'm not far from tears. The Consortium, Skinner, Mulder, just everyone and everything slowly pushes me into the corner. The feeling that I won't have any chance to get rid of the parasites gets stronger and stronger in the back of my mind. Actually it is already more than just a feeling now. I... I can't deliver them. I can't have them. I... I don't want that stomach. I... I just... CAN'T. I will be destroyed for all my life.

I break into a sweat.

Scully pulls Skinner off me, telling him that he can't treat a pregnant "person" like this, and the tears start flowing.

"Please, guys," I look at them, "please, I need... need to have an abortion. Please, help me," terrified, I fall on my knees and cling to Scully's legs. "Please, don't do this to me, please, help me get rid of them, don't be so cruel, please."

"Krycek," she speaks softly to me.

"Please," I sob and press my face to her thigh.

"Krycek, I'm a doctor. I can't endanger your life. I don't know enough about your pregnancy. I don't have proper equipment either to get the necessary information or to perform the abortion on you."

They are moving. Mulder returns to the table, Skinner comes closer to Scully. Maybe they're disgusted. Whatever.

"Please, help me, please," I whine.

"Krycek, I'm not sure what would involve you having an abortion, but you may not survive it, if your employers were set on you having the babies," Scully continues. "I'm not going to risk it. Please, get up. This is not good for you."

"Scully, please," I sob, "he said I can have an abortion. Just that he'd do it again to me if I have."

"So, you asked him, `can I please go to the hospital and ask a doctor to abort them', and he answered, `bad boy, Alex, if you do so, I will knock you up again'?" Mulder's voice is softer yet the content is still poisonous. "Doesn't sound believable to me. How can you be sure that, whatever games you played with him, the information is correct?"

"He might have lied about it. Bluffed, as always," Skinner cuts in.

I guess this might be a good reason why my brain told me to fuck off when I tried to think about this before.

"Why should he? He said he'd send a doctor."

"Even if you bled to death they had to collect your body, right?" Mulder tears down my weak attempt.

I feel suddenly totally sick.

He can't be that sordid. Or is it sordid to lie to a dying man that he's okay?

Fuck.

I lift my eyes to Scully. "But there must be a way to find out if it's possible to abort the things without killing me."

"Sure, with your employer's equipment. But I have just ordinary medical equipment available. Krycek, millions of women give birth to children and survive. You have just five months of pregnancy left."

If I go back to the Consortium, gather the information and then escape again... what am I dreaming about? I will be strapped to a bed within a minute.

I look from one face to another, all almost in a blur before my eyes.

So... does it mean... I... I have to... to... give... birth?

***

MULDER

Scully sees that Alex is panicking. She helps him rise and takes him to the sofa to sit. She holds him to her. I guess I've been an ass. The poor bastard's pregnant. Damn, and probably with my child!

Scully tries soothing him, but it doesn't seem to be working. I sigh loudly.

"Alex, we're not going to hurt you. We want to help," I try reasoning with him.

Scully glares at me. "He's under a lot of stress, Mulder, and you're not helping. Either of you." She turns her glare to Skinner.

Skinner looks guilty; he looks at me then says, "Mulder, it's your turn to stay with him. Scully, do you mind staying the night? I don't think we can do much more tonight. We'll collect my car tomorrow and plan on what we should do."

"Alright, sir. Alex needs some rest, all this running around couldn't have been good for him or the babies." I love it when Scully takes charge, she's so fucking sexy.

"Alex, do you want Mulder to take you to bed?" Why is that such a turn off from Scully's mouth?

Alex doesn't look overly thrilled. I feel like a shit. I shouldn't have interrogated him so harshly.

"I promise, I won't bite," I tease him a bit, but he still seems wary.

"Look, I'm not exactly happy about this situation, either. What were they going to do with your babies, anyway? I'd much rather they were mine and Skinner's. And with us, at least you aren't going to have to go through their tests."

I think that reached him. I wonder how much those bastards had fucked with Alex.

I hold out my hand and Alex takes it. I walk him to the bedroom while Skinner and Scully stay in the living room. I let him lay down then cuff his hands to the headboard.

"Mulder, I know you hate me for what happened before. I just want to let you know, I was just doing a job," Alex says as I start taking his shoes and pants off.

"I don't hate you, Alex. I just can't trust you. Skinner tried trusting you and look what happened to him."

That shuts him up for a moment. I look at him and see that he is frightened. I can't even imagine what it's like to be fucked up as badly as he is.

"Alex, you have to realize I just want what's best for you, hard as it seems to believe. I don't think I could handle being a father right now, but Skinner seems willing. If you want, I'll bow out and let Skinner take care of you."

Alex looks puzzled for a moment. "You don't want to be a father to the babies?"

"Not if you don't want me to be, Alex. Do you have feelings for Skinner? He seems to have fallen for you, the poor asshole."

"Fuck, you think I don't have feelings? My lover pulled a fast one on me then left me to get pregnant by you. He didn't know I was fucking Skinner too. Do you think I want to be in this situation?"

I shake my head, not believing what he's saying. "You love Charles?"

Alex growls, "He tells me what he wants from me, Mulder. I'm not exactly in a position to object!"

I stare horrified down at him.

"Welcome to my world, Mulder."

Shit, maybe he should have the abortion. But there's no guarantee he'd just be picked up again by those assholes.

"Alex, I – I don't even know what to say. If you want, I will help Skinner protect you from them. But I think we should follow Scully's advice and not perform an abortion on you."

Alex face scrunches up and he begins to cry. Damn, that isn't what I wanted to do. I let him cry and take off my shirt and pants. I bend down and wipe the tears from his face.

"I want to help you, Alex. I will do my best not to fight this...situation. I know it won't do us any good."

That seems to help and I scramble to the other side of the bed, careful not to jostle the bed too much.

Alex is snuffling and I feel like a heartless fuck. I leave the bed again and get some tissues. I turn to him and sigh. I get the key from my pants. He whistles as I'm bent over. I wiggle my ass then
turn back to him. At least now there's a slight smile on his face. I uncuff his right hand and he grabs the tissues and cleans himself up. He hands me back the soiled mess and grins.

I tentatively take it and throw it away.

"Better?" I say as I scramble back into bed.

"Yeah."

I turn and see he's trying to rub his wrist against his body. I pick his hand up and rub it for him. He sighs in pleasure. After a while, I bend down and kiss it. He gasps.

"Thank you, Mulder."

His hand reaches out and caresses my bottom lip. I let his finger slide into my mouth and I suck on it. He moans. Damn, those sexy sounds from him get me hard in a second. I look into his eyes, they are half closed from desire, so I proceed to fellate his finger.

"Damn, Mulder. That's not where I need that!"

I let the finger fall from my mouth and grin. I turn to see how he's reacting to what I did, and see he's tented his boxers well.

I reach down and tease him. "This what you mean?"

He hisses. "Mulder, please!"

How can I resist a begging Alex? I bend and kiss the small swell of his belly before moving downward and rub my cheek against the hard flesh under the thin material.

He grabs my hair and pulls. I chuckle, loving the groan from him. I open the fly of his boxers and take him out. I glance once more up at his eyes. They're ablaze with lust, so I bend my head and take him down. He cries out in pleasure, pulling on my hair.

"OH God!"

I continue my ministrations, not worried at all if Scully and Skinner can hear us. I take my time, wanting to wear him out so he can get some sleep. Today's events were too much for him. He's doing a good job of keeping my mouth where it is, too and now I feel like I'm in a competition. Who gives up first? I play with his balls, teasing him the way he likes it. He's growling and I smile with him deep in my mouth. I hum and he groans. He clasps my hair, wanting to buck up into my mouth, I let him for a moment, but stop, worried he will hurt the fetuses.

He growls his frustration as I grasp his hips and take over. We're back to the competition and I slip a finger inside my mouth wetting it good before taking it out. I slide it down past his balls and tease his asshole.

He moans incoherently as I push against the slowly yielding flesh. I continually use all the tricks I know to bring him off, but he's being stubborn, so I pull back just to the tip and suck. My finger
stabs into him and he bucks up sharply. He nearly chokes me but I swallow and he groans.

Come for me, I think to myself as I feel his balls draw up tightly. My tongue teases the base of his cock and he tenses before puffing out a breath of air and letting go. I suck him continually, making sure to get every drop before letting his dick fall from my mouth.

I look up after I've caught my own breath and grin. He's already asleep. I pull the blanket up after settling down beside him. Just before I drift off, I wonder if he'll tell me what he really wants. I can't help him if he doesn't tell me.

ALEX

It's so damn uncomfortable. I try to move, but everywhere my body meets resistance. I don't see what it might be. It's dark.

My body feels so strange. Large. Plump. Almost impossible to move.

My left arm hurts. It is fixed to something above my head, and being pulled and torn. I try to feel with my fingers what it is but can't reach.

Suddenly I see a light. Somewhere, in front of me. Coming from the forest.

I'm in a cage.

I'm naked.

It's in a dark, wet cave the cage is placed. It is total darkness behind me. Darkness. Emptiness.

I want out.

Something is moving in me, in my huge stomach. Fighting, beating me, tearing my intestines, plunging into my flesh. The pain is unbelievable and I scream but no sound comes across my lips.

They are fighting their way out.

I want them out.

Out.

Sooner.

It hurts so much I beg for unconsciousness. For mercy. For death.

And then I see them. They are out of the cage. They are leaving me. Not even humans. Creatures. Dragging bloody intestines with them.

It stinks, god, how bad it stinks.

There is no air in the cave. I can't breathe.

I want out. Out.

Figures are moving out there, in the forest. Approaching.

It's Louis. Ray. Chapman. Others. They are coming to me. One of the creatures is in their hands. It looks like a puppy.

It watches me with green, cruel eyes.

"Mommy," it says.

The guys are laughing.

Louis opens his pants. "Well, well, well," the voice coming from his mouth is not his, "I'd like to have a couple of kids. You want to make me a baby, bitch?"

He's approaching me from among the trees.

I can't understand what he's looking at. I look down at myself. I see it.

There's a large, wet, bleeding hole where my cock used to be.

I grab it, grab at my genitals, they can't be gone, my cock, my balls. And my hand drives into slick, huge pussy... deep inside it.

My breath stops in horror. This can't be happening.

I try to pull my knees to my stomach but can't. My feet are locked in irons, I'm hanging from my arm, my legs spread, the hole dripping, wet, pulsating in front of Louis. An empty space inside me waiting to produce.

I beg him to stop in horror. I beg them to shoot me.

"Oops... What has happened to our Krycek?" Ray unbuckles his belt.

And they start moving towards me.

Louis grabs my bare thighs.

I try to pull myself away from him, almost tearing my cuffed arm off.

"Please, please," I beg, "please, don't. Please."

And then he grabs my whole body and starts to shake me.

I open my eyes with "please" still frozen on my lips.

Mulder's looking at me.

"You had a nightmare," I hear his voice.

I'm trembling. I must breathe. Nightmare. It was a nightmare.

My hand seeks for my cock. My stomach is in the way... larger than it used to be.

My cock is here.

I cling to Mulder and hide my face in his chest.

***

The morning is probably worse than ever although I'd say all mornings seem to be the worst these past four months. I barely drag myself to the breakfast table.

They are making huge plans for moving on. Scully suggests we use her summer house to hole up, somewhere in West Virginia.

I don't care. I should be actually hungry but, looking at the food, I feel nothing but nausea and total indifference.

After the breakfast Mulder and Skinner go to get Skinner's vehicle, leaving me alone with Scully.

She tries to speak to me, about the pregnancy, about why she can't perform the abortion.

I just want her to leave me alone.

I want everybody to leave me fucking alone.

***

SKINNER

Something's troubling Alex. I wish I could comfort him, but I don't think he'd accept it from me. I don't think I can trust myself with him either. Shit. Is it so wrong for me to want to be the father of his babies? I've screwed myself royally this time. I suspect Mulder is right about not wanting to be a father to the children, but he seems to have warmed up to Alex.

Why do I feel jealous? I gotta get over this! I'm glad I'm in the front seat with Scully. I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off him. I look in the rear view mirror and see Alex with his head leaned up against the window. He looks so sad.

***

MULDER

I liked the feel of Alex in my arms this morning, but he doesn't want me now. That nightmare must have fucked him up.

Skinner arranged for us to stay, so Scully and I can look after Alex while he returns to the Hoover and sees about a few things. My desire to leave has changed. I know I can't leave him when he's so vulnerable. The less people who know about what he's going through, the better.

Agents will pick up Skinner's car and mine later. Scully will drive Walter to an airport once we're settled in the Scully summer home. Hopefully we can have a little rest, but I wonder how Alex's mental state will be as the due date draws nearer.

***

SOMEWHERE IN THE MOUNTAINS OF WEST VIRGINIA,
SCULLY RESIDENCE

We've arrived and Scully has taken Alex inside to a bedroom. She is doing her best to make it comfortable for him.

Skinner and I take out the suitcases, not that we have many. That's another thing Skinner will do when he returns to the Hoover. He will gather more equipment while we are on this assignment and make sure to direct diversions away from us. Scully will purchase more clothing for us tomorrow in the small town that's about 30 minutes away. I doubt this will keep us from being sought by CSM's goons but right now are options are limited.

***

LATER THAT NIGHT

Scully has returned from dropping Skinner off at the airport. Alex still has been rather silent, I haven't pushed him. After Scully drinks some water, she suggests she sleep with Alex tonight. That is a good idea and I don't protest. Maybe Scully can help him where I can't.

***

ALEX

Scully brings me to the master bedroom. Obviously she's gonna stay with me tonight. I don't care actually. What does it matter? Sex, no sex... it's no big deal.

Still I can't refuse myself working on her nerves a bit. Before getting under the sheets, I strip naked. So what, that's the way I normally sleep. Charles sorta likes some fresh flesh nearby.

She cuffs my hands together. It's better now when it's impossible to cuff me to the headboard. I'd rather sleep with my hands together than one fixed above my head.

I get into bed and turn my back to her. I don't think I can just fall asleep, but then there's nothing to do with her. She certainly isn't looking for sex with a goon.

She speaks up.

"How are you feeling?"

How sweet.

"And how it looks like?" I answer, pulling my legs up to my stomach. Feels safer like that. I actually could have cried a bit if she wasn't here.

"Look, Krycek, I want to help you in any way I can. I know this is very frustrating for you. You need support. We're all ready to help you to live through this. You must understand that the abortion is too dangerous for you, we can't risk that, but we will help you as much as we can."

Oh damn. Can't she just shut the fuck up?

"We will be with you all the time. It would be good if you'd trust me and try to talk about this..."

"You know, Scully, I don't need this bullshit," I cut her off. "You're speaking the same as all so called good men do, 'oh, poor starving people in Africa, we must help them how can we... but that meat smuggled into the country must be burnt, and the spare crops too, we can't destroy our economy.' Spare me that empty talk, Scully, okay?"

She shuts up. Good.

I should try to forget this all so I can fall asleep. Not that I had anything to look forward to except sickness the next morning; I just don't want to lie here, awake, her behind my back. I press my face into the pillow and listen to the silence. It's almost like in Siberia here, so calm. I wish I could imagine I'm at my childhood home.

***

MULDER

I don't know how to act around Alex. He has been sullen and doesn't tell us what's bothering him. I try to be understanding. The hormones alone in him are wrecking havoc with all his usual Russian obstinacy, so I leave him alone.

Scully went grocery shopping. She tries to buy foods that would be healthy for him but he reacts badly when she tries to give him prenatal vitamins. Knowing that he needs them, though she feels she is flying by the seat of her pants when it comes to male pregnancy, she crumbles them up in his food. Too bad he doesn't eat that much. When that doesn't seem to work, she powders the vitamins and stirs it into his milk or juice.

Since he vomits when he wakes up, she waits afterwards to clean him up and feed him. Sometimes he reacts nicely towards her hovering, other times, he bitches and refuses to eat.

"He's depressed, Mulder. Let's just give him a few days, maybe he will come around."

"What if he doesn't come around then?" I ask. I am trained in human behavior, but pregnant males are out of my purview.

"We give him a little longer."

Later in the day, Skinner calls and says he will try to come by next weekend but isn't sure if he can make it. He is convinced someone is tracking him and probably has his phone tapped. He is calling from a pay phone so he doesn't stay on the phone long.

When Scully tells Alex about the call, he is upset that he couldn't speak to Skinner. She leaves him alone to fume and I don't even bother him until it's time to sleep. Scully gives me a glass of juice for him to take before he goes to bed. He drinks it reluctantly but I won't let him stop until he finishes the glass completely. Scully had crumbled a sleeping pill in his glass.

In no time, he is asleep and I grin as I lay beside him. No worries about being accidentally strangled in the night. I am beginning to understand why he's so upset. Poor bastard. I know I would be if I were pregnant with two babies by two different men. At least he won't be a single mom; Skinner seems very willing to take on the role of father and husband. I shudder. I find that thought disturbing. I want to help Alex, but fuck if I want to change my life drastically. My work is too important. I groan to myself, knowing full well my life will be changed in ways I haven't foreseen. Why does shit like this always happen to me?

***

NOVEMBER 17, 1994

ALEX

There is a period in misery when you're looking for the darkest spot in the darkness around you and plead with it to swallow you. And then there is one when you wander in the dark, desperately trying to find a tiny beam of light.

I know it. Have been there, done that.

The darkness spits me back out. Always. Light, on the other hand, just hates me.

I don't know which day of my misery it is when I start trying to scramble out, towards that beam of invisible light. Probably it's just my instinct to scramble.

I find out I can still analyze. My choices... well, I don't have any choices. I have to deliver and I'd rather deliver here than in the Syndicate's experimental lab after spending five months strapped to
the bed, monitored, measured, probed and who the heck knows how else tested.

So, taking the situation as it is, there's already something good. I'm not strapped down in their lab.

And Charles is running around like a lunatic, searching for me. Any revenge is good, I grin.

There's nothing else to do than to live on.

***

I'm sitting in the kitchen, leaning my head on my handcuffed hands and watching Scully making dinner. I asked her to tell me something about pregnant women, but I barely listen to what she's saying. I thought it might help me to accept the twins in my stomach. Fuck, her stories scare the shit out of me instead.

I will never understand how women like babies. They are ugly and stupid, and needy, and probably pissing and shitting all the time. Imagining having two such "presents", I may as well take a rope and go hang myself.

Which I will never do.

"That's enough, Scully," I say, when she shuts up tasting the soup. "Thanks." A desire to throw the babies against the wall is overpowering any ever present protective feelings about anything little, defenseless and totally dependent on me, and that's what I don't need at all.

That's the moment when the phone rings.

She picks it up.

"Scully."

It must be Skinner.

I'm sure it's him.

She's talking, but I can't read from her what he might be saying. Bastard. He won't show up. Won't even talk to me after what he told me. Or maybe he despises me 'cause I was begging them, on my knees?

I'm one step from stretching my hands towards Scully and demanding the phone when she gives it to me herself.

"It's Skinner," she informs.

I take the receiver.

"Yes?" My heart is beating faster than it should.

"Hi, Alex. I was just telling Scully your employer has been pressuring me here lately to find out some information about your whereabouts, so I won't be capable of visiting this weekend as I had
planned. I might be followed. It's a pity, I wanted to see you so much, Alex. How are you?"

I'm confused, afraid, miserable, and I need help.

"I'm... fine."

"Scully told me before you have been very depressed lately."

Of course. They had to tell him that.

"I know this is a very difficult time for you, but it will pass, Alex. Everything will fall in its places, and you will be happy - as happy as I can make you. Alex, I won't let anything bad happen either
to you or your babies. I will take care of you, all of you, I promise. Will you let me, Alex?"

It's true. He isn't angry with me. Doesn't despise me. He meant what he said. He wants me.

Such things don't happen in real life. At least not in mine.

I'm silent probably for too long, because he asks again.

"Walter," I manage to get over my lips, "do you think this is possible? I... I don't belong to myself."

"Don't think that way, Alex." I never thought his voice could be this soft. "I will take care of that. All I want from you is to eat and sleep well, and to cheer up."

I wish he was here.

It's a nagging, overwhelming, desperate wish. Would it mean I'm falling in love? Can't be. I'm not someone who can love.

When he disconnects I see Scully staring at me, a bit surprised.

Then I realize I'm smiling.

***

NOVEMBER 23, 1994

MULDER

I wake, remembering that Alex has been a little better since Walter called last week. I hope Alex will want to eat. And talk about it. Scully keeps reminding me its depression and hormones. His mood swings have mood swings. I keep from sighing heavily but just barely. I want to shake him and tell him to get over it. He makes drag queens seem stoic.

Scully brings in a tray of food, hopeful that the smell of the food will perk him up. I gladly take the tray and set it in my lap. I sip the coffee and sigh in pleasure. Scully can make me coffee anytime.

"Alex? Would you like some orange juice? It's freshly squeezed. I made it just this morning," Scully tries to reassure him.

That seems to perk him up. My cell phone rings and I reach over to the bedside table and pick it up.

"Mulder," I answer.

"I will be coming in tomorrow. How is he doing?" Skinner asks.

"Moping as usual, sir. But he is drinking his OJ."

"Well, good, that's something." Skinner doesn't like to hear reports of him not eating.

Alex looks over at me as I hang up from Skinner.

"Seems like papa bear will be home tomorrow."

Scully snorts, Alex doesn't look amused at all. "Will he?"

"Yes." I try not to pout seeing his eyes spark at Skinner being here. I feel like whining, 'What am I? Chopped liver?'

Scully ignores my pout and asks Alex if he would like more juice. He shakes his head so she takes his glass with her. She leaves me to eat in peace. I dig into the eggs and sausage. Scully would make some husband very happy some day. She mixed onion and cheese in the eggs. Maybe we could hire her to be our chef.

I offer a bite to Alex who turns his head away. I sigh. "Come on, Alex. Scully says if you take a taste, your nausea might go away."

I coax a bite into his mouth finally, and that seems to fire his appetite. He eats the rest of the eggs, but that was all he would eat. I eat the rest of the sausage and drink the rest of the coffee. I pick up the tray and scoot off the bed. I take the tray back to the kitchen. It's not as if Scully hadn't seen me in my skivvies before but she does look at me with that Spock eyebrow.

I offer to do the dishes, so she smiles at me and leaves me to it.

***

NOVEMBER 24, 1994

MULDER

Thanksgiving came quickly. Scully insists on being with her family. Alex seems thrilled. I'm not. It's the holidays, and Alex is getting demanding. He wants to go for walks, going stir crazy all day
in bed. I finally give in, taking him out for a walk. It's much colder in the mountains, so I bundle him up good. He looks like a Russian papoose. We walk all along the mountain trails before heading back to the house. We were silent during the walk, just soaking up the nature and quiet.

I help him out of his parka then the phone rings. I fold the parka over my arm then reach for the phone.

"Yeah?"

"Mulder! Where have you been? I have been calling for the past thirty minutes!"

Oops. I didn't mean it to be that long a walk. "Scully, we were just taking a short walk..."

"Mulder! Don't you know he has to be careful? What if he slipped? There is ice up there on the trails already!"

"Scully, we were careful. I was with him the whole time."

That seems to calm her a bit. I turn to see Alex resting on the sofa. Good. The walk must have tired him enough he doesn't seem about to try to escape.

"Mom was just asking about Christmas. I will be coming back for two weeks, then I'd like to return. Just wanted to let you know."

"Um, sure, Scully. If that's what you'd like."

"Skinner coming tonight?"

"He said he would."

"Alright. Well, Happy Thanksgiving, Mulder."

"You too."

We hung up. I send Alex to bed then wait for Skinner in the living room.

***

ALEX

I have been waiting for people I had orders to kill, listening to my own heartbeat, trying not to think. I have been waiting for Charles to appear and release me from my bondage, knowing I have to endure the moments left. But I've never been waiting like this.

I'm counting minutes.

I know it's stupid and my fantasies aren't likely to become true, but this is the only thing for me to look forward... to hold on... to wish.

I want to be in his arms.

When I hear a car pulling in and Mulder's voice, loud, I barely suppress the urge to leave the room. They are talking outside, and then start to carry bags into the house.

Supplies? Or is he staying?

I get in the bed just before Skinner opens the door.

"Hi, Alex. How are you doing?"

I raise my eyes to him, considering an answer, but suddenly can't find words.

"I've been expecting you," I manage to utter. The right side of my brain gives a damn good punch in my head to the left one at this very moment. Fuck, the next step is probably to forget where is the trigger on a gun.

"Walter," I look up, wide-eyed. "I..."

Maybe Cancerman hasn't said his beloved phrase to Skinner yet, 'cause he throws his coat on the chair, sits down on the bed and hugs me. I wrap my handcuffed arms around Walter's neck and press myself as close to him as my belly would allow.

"I'm sorry I couldn't come earlier. Wasn't sure if my visit wouldn't attach unnecessary attention," he says in a low voice, broad palm lying on my back, the warmth radiating into me through the thin fabric of my shirt.

I search for his lips and hear him breathing... feel the light touch of his fingers on my cheek.

"You're so beautiful, Alex. Now more than ever. Bearing new life inside you."

I freeze.

"Don't be afraid," he looks into my eyes. "It's nothing bad. You're special. You're the only man who can do something like this. Be strong. And when it will be over, I'll try my very best to make you happy. I want to see you happy, Alex."

His mouth lands on mine, claiming it.

I'm taken aback. Seems, I don't hear straight. Or I just haven't been taught to deal with something like this. Why would he want to see me happy? What's it to him? Why is he saying that to me? ...Or maybe I should just shut my fucking brain up and believe.

He breaks the kiss to tell me more. Most of it seems to be too good to be true, but it doesn't matter. Not now.

I want to touch him. To kiss him. Hell, I want to crawl under his skin and stay there. His voice is almost caressing me, and the way he looks at me... it makes me feel as if I were something to him, something more than to Charles, or Frank, or Mulder. Something... something I haven't been before.

A month ago, if I'd bet on whether Skinner can get soft or not, I'd have lost all my money and my briefs, too, for sure.

Somehow I feel a crazy desire to trust him. To talk to him without being killed, without being afraid he will start hating me or laugh at me.

Charles always kept telling me to trust no one.

But then I've never really listened much to what he says.

"Walter," I look at him, "why are you saying you want me to be happy?"

He stares at me for a while then changes the subject completely.

"How long have you... been together with your employer?" he asks.

"Since school... since I was 15. What?"

Skinner looks not happy at all.

"I don't love him, he just owns me," I add, warily.

Maybe this will work, but I'm not sure. I can't read him. Anyway, he hugs me and presses to his chest.

"Well, that was wrong. Not anymore. I won't let him take you, Alex. I swear."

***

MULDER

Skinner and Alex have been cozy all weekend. I haven't even tried to get between them. Maybe Skinner will help Alex get over some of the depression he's had. He certainly seems happier now that Skinner is back.

When Walter leaves Sunday early, Alex becomes sullen again. I know I certainly can't cheer him up, so I don't even try. I hate that I am going to have to sleep with him at night. I realize I've slept in worse places and with worse people, so I just keep to my side of the bed and fall asleep as fast as I can.

In the morning, I wake to Alex calling Walter's name as he rubs up against me. Just lovely. All I need is a pregnant rhino wanting to get frisky. I want to tell him to get the fuck off me but I know he's still asleep. Alex tries wrapping his arms around me and wakes up when he can't seem to get his arms to work right.

"Huh?" he asks sleepily.

"It's just me, Alex."

That fully wakes him up. He doesn't look happy to see that it's me. I know I look like hell when I first get up, so I don't take offense.

I pat the arms that are flopped over my side and say, "That's OK, Alex. I know you miss him."

"Mulder, just because I miss Walter doesn't mean I wouldn't mind some affection from you, too."

I look at him like he's speaking Swahili.

"Are you sure? I didn't think you really wanted anything from me."

"Sure I do, Mulder. Just because I was an easy fuck doesn't mean I don't have feelings."

"You were only easy because Spender wanted you to get impregnated by me. I still don't understand what that purity control you mentioned earlier means."

Alex sighed. "Yes, but I still admired and respected your passion and drive for your cause, Mulder."

That came as a surprise. I wonder if he's playing me like he always has. I look at him out of the corner of my eye, suspicious.

He gives me this sweet, angelic look that I know is pure bullshit then winks at me. I laugh. He smiles back at me so I kiss him. I couldn't help it; he looked so cute, even for a pregnant rhino.
Scully would tell me I'm letting myself in for a world of hurt. Oh well, my cock liked the feel of his against my ass.

I suck on his swollen nipples, which, I know, must be painful though; he seems to love my tongue torturing them. Sliding my hand over his stomach I start petting my frisky rhino's horn. He starts mewing in the most erotic fashion as I stroke him through the y-fronts of his boxers. I cover that pretty pouting mouth with mine, teasing and playing with him. I pull away to replace my hand with my mouth when he stops me.

"I want to taste you, Mulder."

Who am I to argue with a pregnant, horny rhino? He leans his head back as I straddle him then situate just right. Those pretty, cupid bow lips look so fucking sexy wrapped around my dick. He swallows and slacks his jaw so I can fuck his mouth. Damn, that's so good. He appreciates my moans of pleasure by humming. I groan and fuck even harder. He plays with my balls, having no place to put his cuffed hands.

I would have loved to just cum down his throat but he pulls off and says he wants me to fuck him. As if I would deny him that. I look, as best I can in the sexual haze I'm in, at the large lump that's a slight, logistical problem for us.

"I think I know the best way to do this," I announce.

I lay him on his side, though he thinks I'm insane, pull our boxers off, then he lifts one thigh as far as he can. Well, I've always loved the saying "the bigger the cushion, the better the pushin'" and
I'm about to find out how true that is.

I scramble around in search of the lube and he points to the duffle bag Skinner brought with him. Ah, the sly dog knows his stuff, there's a huge supply of lube in various flavors and even condoms, bless him. I glove myself, grab a random tube and nearly squirt a gallon onto my fingers in my haste to fuck. Alex snickers at me but I hush him up when I come at him with my ready cock. He likes the way it seems to wave at him as I move closer.

I slap a dollop of the stuff onto his sensitive opening, then finger fuck him. He bitches at me, knowing I'm just teasing him for no other reason than I can.

"Come on, Mulder..." he whines.

I take pity on him and pull my fingers out, wiping the excess slick onto the bedspread. Without further ado, I thrust inside him with one quick slap of my hip. He gasps so delightfully and I decide I want to make him sing for me. I alternate my strokes with long, slow ones, which make him sigh and gasp to short; fast ones that make him groan and cry out. What beautiful sounds. Who knew rhinos could sing so well? Pregnant to boot.

I root around and grasp his dick in my hand, it wasn't easy to find at first, let me tell ya. Then proceed to jack him off, causing even higher pitched sounds to emerge from him. OH yeah, I begin to make my own noises in concert with his. He deliberately is working my cock and I cum before he does. I do my best not to fall on him and continue to jerk him until I feel the warm dribbles over my fingers. I nibble his shoulder and he sighs one last time.

He later tells me that he swore he thought he felt his uterus contracting when he came, giving him the most amazing sensations deep within him. I do not, I swear, I do NOT want to think that I could be jealous over a pregnant rhino, but damn, I would love to experience that.

***

ALEX

I don't want to give Mulder the wrong impression about myself, but cuddling, being held, lying in his arms - whatever is it called, feels fucking good.

Well, Skinner started it.

And then I don't think a knocked up man is actually capable of spoiling his image any more.

I place my head on Mulder's shoulder. He's fucking beautiful. The longer I live together with him the more I start liking him. His appearance, I mean, because his character... well, nobody's perfect.

If I try to manipulate him some more maybe he'll stop being pissed at me. Well, I know I'm a Syndicate's whore, but to read it in his eyes each day is not exactly my favorite form of D/s relationship.

Maybe I'm spoiled by Walter's kindness. It's strange to feel another man helping me deal with myself; it works in me like a drug.

Mulder sits up and lifts the tray with breakfast into the bed.

"Wouldn't be bad if you'd sleep here permanently, no Scully any more," I casually drop, taking some toast from the plate.

He was preparing to take a bite and now the piece of egg remains hanging in the air.

"Well, do you think your Skinner will like it?"

Gee. Sounds good. My Skinner.

"You think he doesn't know?"

Of course he does. He can't possibly imagine me in bed with Mulder and not fucking.

Charles was the sharing type. He never became jealous of me fucking someone else, of course, if that didn't mess with his plans. Can't see why Skinner wouldn't be the same.

And in case he isn't, he'd forgive me after I deliver him his baby, wouldn't he?

"You're a slut, Alex," Mulder announces, without the poison though. He attacks his egg.

"Well, that's how you like me, isn't it?"

He doesn't answer and I start gulping the juice. It's apple, this time. Scully used to give me orange juice.

"You know, Mulder," I turn to him again, "I think I could sell my body for an orange. Does it make me a slut or is it just the free market economy?"

I give him a look from under my lashes.

Once I was determined not to ask them anything, ever.

Well, things change.

He begins to laugh.

"Will take that into consideration. But I'll be the bad boy to be contrary to Skinner and not rush to the store to please the little preggo at once. Let's finish the breakfast first."

I don't feel like eating. The babies are somewhat late with the morning sickness today. Maybe frightened by Mulder's sound rod, working in me.

I wonder do they feel the orgasm when I shoot?

I think I'd like them to.

Mulder's attempts to feed me some egg suffer a shameful defeat as I rush to the bathroom.

When I return, he's already done and gathering the stuff to bring the tray to the kitchen. I get into my pants and look at the man, waiting for him to uncuff my hands so I can pull on my shirt. Next time Skinner is here I'll ask him if he might lend me some of his old shirts. I'm already way too fat for my own and, although it seems the belly can't get bigger than it already is, it still keeps and keeps on fucking growing.

When Mulder is uncuffing my hands suddenly I feel something... well... terrifying. It feels like butterflies fluttering in my stomach. Real damn butterflies. Those, with wings.

I look at Mulder, wide-eyed, yeah, okay, scared.

He stares back.

"What is it?"

"In the stomach," I manage to put the words together as the fluttering ceases. "They... I think it's them... moving."

Alive. In me. I think I'm going to piss myself. I'm not made for this. I'm... I... I don't know what to do.

I have never had anything ALIVE in my damn stomach.

And then, they surely couldn't have given more conclusive evidence that they are really here.

DECEMBER 19, 1994

MULDER

Scully was sweet after she returned from her mother's and she was very happy to leave again two weeks later. Three men underfoot were wearing on her. Well, she had to put up with her brothers; at least I wasn't going to have to this time. Alex was very affectionate the next two weeks and I finally figured out what it was. He wants me to buy him presents. I saw him looking at a sales paper on computers. So, that's what the bugger wants. I will ask Papa Skinner if he wants to help pay for it. Walter spent Thanksgiving weekend with us but then had to return the next week.

"So, Alex," I begin on the third week of December. "What would you like for your Christmas present?"

"Oh uh, Walter already said he was going to get me a computer with my own Ethernet card."

The little minx. Going behind my back, huh? "OK, that's cool. You sure you don't want me to get you something too?"

"Um, a computer game would be nice. I think I'd like to try Road Warrior 3."

"Sounds good. I have Road Warrior 2 on the desktop in the den."

"Yeah, I play it once in a while. Usually when you're out on your runs," Alex says nonchalantly.

"Oh you do, do you?" I ask snidely.

He gives me this big grin. "Yeah, I noticed that I'm ahead of you."

I put my hand on my hips but decide, what the hell, it's Christmas. Even scum suckers get a break now.

***

DECEMBER 25, 1994

All in all it was a good Christmas. I didn't even mind that Walter got to spend more time with Alex than I did. Skinner does have to leave on the 26th to go back to work. Scully will return on the 27th.

***

DECEMBER 26, 1994

After breakfast, and some good morning kisses, I take Alex into the den and we play a game of Road Warrior 3 together. I let him win - well; I'm sticking to that story anyway.

***


FEBRUARY 10, 1995

SKINNER

I arrive at the Scully summer home a little after noon. Scully informs me that she has Alex on bed rest for most of the day, only as a precaution. She does think we should move Alex to a hospital or get a hospital bed for him when he's in the last month of his pregnancy. I nod my head in agreement then go see our prisoner.

Mulder is out jogging so I have Alex all to myself.

"Alex?" I wake up the dozing man in the bed.

"Walter!" He lifts his arms so I can hug him. He started calling me by my first name a month or so ago. That's when I took the cuffs away and he hasn't been wearing them since. He gets very affectionate when I return. I'm not about to complain about that at all.

"Mulder and Scully treating you well?"

He nods against my neck.

"You smell good, Walter."

God, that voice has me hard already. I pull back so I can kiss him. I love it when he's like this; I just want to hold him in my arms all day.

After a while, I'm doing just that. I'm holding Alex when Mulder enters the room. He is sweaty from his jog. He takes off his shirt and wipes at the sweat around his neck and chest. I don't think I've seen anything sexier except for the man in my arms.

"Good to see you back, sir. Alex seems to respond better when you're here."

"I'm in the room, Mulder," growls Alex against my chest.

"Sorry, didn't mean to upset baby bear."

"Mulder..." I interrupt Alex before he can retort. "Why don't you bring us some lunch?"

Mulder stands at attention and salutes me. "Aye, aye, sir!" Then does a very good military turn and leaves in a military march. The little bastard needs his ass kicked. Too bad I have Alex in my arms.

Alex is asleep when Mulder returns with soup and sandwiches. I slip away from Alex to eat quietly. Mulder leaves us then returns to take the tray from me about thirty minutes later.

I snuggle up behind Alex and drift off.

***

Alex wakes me with a kiss. I don't feel like Snow White, but Alex could make a gorgeous Prince Charming.

"I'm starving," Alex says against my mouth. He leaves me to rise and pull on my shoes.

***

MULDER

I have been teasing Scully all day. She is ready to smack me a good one, when Skinner leaves the master bedroom.

"Sir?" Scully looks concerned.

"Just taking a breather. Alex has been sleeping since he ate earlier."

"That's good, sir, he really needs all the rest he can get. I'm sure his body is going through a lot with the different hormones raging inside him."

Skinner nods. "Do you think a c-section will be the answer for delivery?"

"More than likely, sir. But I'm worried about his nausea. I think his body is changing to make way for the birth, but I'm not certain how."

"You think he's going to develop a vagina?" I ask, curious.

"I don't think so, Mulder, but I would need to take him to a facility with proper equipment to determine what is happening."

Alex with a vagina certainly has some possibilities, I think to myself. Skinner looks at me as if he can read me like a book. He doesn't look happy with me.

***

The next day, Alex seems happier and Walter is looking well fucked. I feel a stab of jealousy but I'm not quite sure of whom I'm more jealous about. Lately, whenever Skinner returns, I've gotten into the habit of thinking of my boss as Walter. Good thing I remember before I call him that.

Later, I go for my daily jog. When I return, I check on our ward. Walter is leaning over Alex, who is sleeping again.

"Baby Bear sleeping again?" I ask, my voice soft and low.

Walter moves away from the bed. He stands very close to me, as if he wants to smell me. I get hard with him standing so close. When has my boss become so hot to me?

"Are you mama bear, Mulder?" That voice vibrates straight from my aural canal down my stomach to my balls. Fuck, I'd be anything for him.

"Scully?" I offer, hating the squeak in my voice.

He shakes his head. "I don't think so."

I yelp when I feel a hot, wet tongue licking the sweat off my neck.

***

ALEX

Wow.

I guess I should be worrying my ass off about them two making out behind my back... well, not behind my back - in front of my supposedly closed eyes, but I'm almost dying here instead.

Gee, when Mulder is talking about the bear family, it's just weird, still, well, - it's Mulder. But when Skinner says it - oh god, it's hilarious.

I never talk bullshit. Kids, on the other hand, like different bullshit. I'd be the worst mother in the world - that's already a well-known fact, but now I think I know who would be talking to the babies.

Them.

Fuck, can't wait to see that.

Waiting is good though. I continue to pretend to be asleep to see where this is going. I hate to sleep, hate this bed, and most of all I hate Scully, but well, that sleeping thing sometimes gives me some advantages.

And then Mulder admits he's mama bear. The image in my head is so vivid and colorful that I burst into a giggle.

They both tear away from each another and stare at me. Mulder looks almost scared. And Skinner... well, he wouldn't dare whip a pregnant guy, would he?

I guess I must say something. Quickly. Before Mulder is out of the door.

"So the parents are fucking and the poor pregnant baby is left alone?" I look at them, trying to suppress the damn urge to fall on my back and roll, laughing, now even more at Mulder's expression. "I just look big, but I'm not dangerous, won't squeeze anyone to death."

Mulder makes a step towards the door, Skinner - towards Mulder, and grabs his wrist.

Sexy move.

Hey, the idea is actually not that bad. If I'm fucking both of them, why not fuck both of them at the same time?

So we all end up in the bed. Even Mulder, whose cock I take down my throat immediately in order to distract him from fleeing. Soon he starts to whimper.

I do too, my ass across Walter's lap, systematic, rhythmical spanks echoing in the room. Since I'm knocked up, he never slaps me hard enough to hurt, but I've begun to love the ritual even more now. I see Mulder is very interested, too, watching how Walter's hand moves over my bare butt. When his eyes aren't rolling back with the sensations of his cock down my throat, that is.

Soon Walter has got me hard and moaning in his lap, and then the bastard rolls me on my back and moves to Mulder.

I'm not jealous. By default. Never was. Still when I watch Walt taking Mulder in his arms and them kissing passionately, I... I don't know what I feel.

I wrap my hand around my cock, and start jacking. The huge belly is more in the way for this activity than for anything else. Walter gropes Mulder's ass, digging his fingers into the soft flesh.

I almost start feeling edged out when suddenly he presses Mulder's head down to my crotch and reaches into his jeans pocket. Well, I know what this means, and the image of reamed out Mulder sucking me off makes my cock weep.

"I'll kill you if you make me come before I get fucked," I gasp, just before Mulder's hot throat surrounds my dick. Oh god, I want it so bad. I think I want it more than I ever did. Moaning like a bitch in heat I watch Walt positioning himself behind Mulder. The bent over agent lifts his eyes to me and I lick my finger and reach under myself, pressing it up my butt.

Mulder groans around my cock, which sends a thrill through my crotch.

"Oh, yes, Walt," I gasp, "fuck him, fuck him through the mattress... make him scream." Gee, I'd have loved to watch this fuck close up. Skinner rams into Mulder so hard he's pushing him forwards with his thrusts... hey, when was the last time he gave me a good rough fuck?

Mulder sure knows the value of this one. I never thought he'd be such a slut. Although I'd rather take than give it up the ass, he'll be certainly rocked fucking well on my cock; the whimpers coming from him give me a damn thrill.

Mulder grabs my thighs and groans with pleasure. The movements of his mouth on my cock are getting more and more energetic and I push him off me.

Just about time, 'cause Skinner groans and stills, shooting his load in Mulder's ass.

I'm gonna die if I don't get any decent attention, NOW. Mulder is still whimpering, hard, aroused and desperate. Just what I need.

"Please," I look at him, "please give me your dick... need it bad... please."

He's so needy he almost forgets about the lube.

I try to turn on my side the way Mulder's used to fucking me lately but Skinner is already here and pulls me on himself, straddling him. I place my huge belly on Skinner's beautiful, muscled one, and spread my butt in front of Mulder. Fuck, even horny and about to get it on I still feel like a sick frigging elephant. I don't even want a long, sound screwing - how fucked up can I be? - I just want to get a thick cock inside me and shoot. To have one of those incredible orgasms rocking my whole body I have never had in my life before they knocked me up.

Mulder enters me carefully.

Oh fuck, can't this dude figure I want to get the same he just got himself? I'd yell at him to just frigging plow me like a man, but that would surely piss off Skinner. They both treat me as if I were made of glass.

Walter wraps his palm around my dick and begins to fondle my belly with the other hand.

"My pregnant boy," he coos.

I lift my ass a bit more, trying to slip my balls into his hand. He gets my message and cups my genitals; just the tip of my cock stays out of his palm. I wish he'd reach further and touch my hole and Mulder's cock moving in it. I want his fingers there. Exploring. Claiming. Arousing.

Mulder's set a rhythm, quite a slow one, for me. It's a shame to misuse such a gorgeous rod so badly, but most likely I'm not gonna get a rough ride, no matter what.

I look at Walter while Mulder's taking me. He doesn't break the eye contact, staring back.

"Feels so good," I moan. "So filled... stretched... I'm so stretched. So... used," I bite into my lower lip, then lick it, looking into Walter's eyes. "He's doing me on you, Walt. So good..." I close my eyes. "Give your cock to me, push it in... yeah..."

Walter's hand is doing a good job. His eyes are nailed to my preggo belly, as if it were sexy. Mulder groans behind me, pulling my cheeks apart, trying to get deeper.

I'm close, damn close.

"Oh yeah," I gasp, "fuck my ass, I'm your bitch, damn, fuck me... I'll cum all over you."

"Then come, bitch," Mulder groans, pushing into me. Walter pulls at my cock and I shoot over his hand and stomach; I don't feel my pulsating cock or ass any more. The new contractions have joined deep inside me, and the wave of pure ecstasy washes all over my body.

***

MARCH 3, 1995

SKINNER

Since sharing a bed with us, Mulder seems to be coming around. I was worried I'd have to scare him into taking responsibility. He actually has been more loving toward Alex, though Alex has been rather bratty lately. Scully has been insistent on him staying in the bed as much as possible. She is still worried about his health and the babies' health.

Scully brought a baby name book the other day and I was looking through it. Alex wasn't happy with it at all. Just reminded him of what was already sending reminders everyday. The little buggers were making themselves known and Alex was miserable. He was getting larger but to me, he was beautiful - more so because he was carrying my child.

Mulder seemed in awe when the baby's kicked when he touched Alex's belly. I was actually able to talk to him about our future.

"Walter!" Alex is calling me again. Probably would like his back rubbed.

Scully has given us lotion to help decrease stretch marks, but I think it's a losing battle. I love touching my baby bear as much as possible, though, even when he's an ornery cuss.

Mulder is playing in the den, so I call out to him. He likes to rub Alex's feet while I rub Alex's back. Typical of Mulder to continue upwards to Alex's cock while I'm busy with Alex's nipples, which have become quite puffy and look damn edible. The other day, I sucked on one and fluid came out. It freaked Alex out to no end. That, of course, didn't stop me from playing at all.

While Mulder's hands caress up and down Alex's shaft, I turn around and kiss Alex. Then move back to kiss Mulder. I can't decide which I prefer; Alex is as sweet as honey but Mulder taste spicy, definitely a delicious combination of flavors.

When we are like this, no matter how upset Alex gets, I feel so much love for my two beautiful boys. I know I want to spend the rest of my life with them. The only thing now is to convince them to want the same thing.

***

MULDER

I take Alex down my throat. I know Walter has this look in his eyes like he wants us to be like this forever, but I can't help but be nervous about what the future holds.

I want to believe in a bright future, but my instincts and my experience tells me otherwise. I have no idea how we are going to raise children with the possibility that our future may be overrun with aliens.

***

ALEX

Mulder's hot, warm mouth feels so good on my swollen dick.

"You know what would be the best?" I raise my eyes, "I've been fantasizing about this... to be fucked on your cock," I watch Mulder, then turn my eyes to Skinner, lower my lashes and give him one of my bedroom looks, "and to have your mouth on mine."

Pushing the cute cocksucker aside, I spread my legs and try to lift them as much as I can. "Take me, Mulder," I give the same lustful look to him, "please, sink your cock into me."

Mulder seems pretty hesitant.

"We'll do this," Skinner's voice comes from behind me, "but later. It's dangerous for the babies to fuck you up the ass, Alex. We can't do that any more."

"What?!" I sit up.

No more of those orgasms, all the sensations rich and driving me into ecstasy?

"We will give you blowjobs, the best we can manage."

Oh, thanks for your pity, fucking Samaritan. I'm sure this is just because of that damn idiot Scully. She has come up with the idea. Nobody else can be this cruel, just her. Seems she doesn't need sex at all, frigging ice queen.

"So if you did fuck me yesterday and that was okay, then what's wrong with it today?" I continue trying to enlighten their crazy minds.

"We must stop at some point," Walter responds.

Geez.

"Okay, this is just wrong. Fuck me now, fuck me so I scream and come all over the place," I give a look to Mulder as the weakest link in the chain of my guards-slash-doctors, "and afterwards I'll show you on the Internet that it's allowed."

"We won't do that," Skinner barks, sooner to Mulder than me.

"I will show you right now," I start getting up.

"You're not a woman," Skinner won't give up, "things on the net written about women don't automatically apply to you."

"Oh, yeah?" Well, being pissed off doesn't apply to me any more. Because I'm fucking enraged. "When I have to give birth, then it's okay, when I want to get laid, it's not? Huge stomach, damn uterus and frigging milk outta my nipples, what do those indications show you? A man?" I yell.

When I understand what I've said, I shut up.

Fuck, my tongue should be cut off.

I don't know where to put my eyes. And what's the worst, I feel I'm blushing.

Skinner puts his arms around me, but that doesn't help at all, on the contrary.

"I... I'm just pregnant," I start trying to correct my damn mistake, in a low voice, incapable of raising my eyes. "If THEY can have sex, why a man can't?"

I want to get away from here.

"Because it's dangerous, Alex. Scully is a doctor, she knows what she's saying," Mulder joins in the discussion.

Well, fuck them.

"I have to take a leak," I get up.

I stay in the bathroom for quite a while. When I come out, they're already gone. Good. Having zero interest towards the bed, I transport my tonnage to the kitchen. Sticking with Doctor Jekyll is still better than hanging around with them right now, after what I've said.

Doctor Jekyll's preparing dinner, peeling carrots.

Yummy. Carrots. That gives me ideas.

As soon as she turns away to check on the meat boiling on the stove, I steal one of her peeled veggies. Hey, that'd be a crime to cut into pieces such a well-grown, thick carrot, I smirk. Especially if you have horny people around, whom you just have prohibited one of the last pleasures left in their pathetic life.

I think I could've stolen even a pumpkin easily, taking into consideration how big I am.

Subtly, I leave the kitchen.

***

MULDER

I suck Walter off in the den, hoping Alex won't catch us, and he doesn't. I'm curious though, because it's so quiet. Walter is about to reciprocate, and far be it from me to stop him, but I decide I can hold off just a moment to check on Alex.

I slowly open the bedroom door and peer into the dimly lit room. Just the bedside lamp is on; Alex has one leg thrust up as far as he can against his belly while one of his hands is behind him. He has something in his hand. It's orange, I realize, and he is sliding it in and out of his ass. I laugh. "What the fuck are you doing, Alex?"

"What do you think?" he gasps out. Clearly he is working hard at his task.

I move closer and see what it is and laugh some more.

"Alex, you know you don't have to convince me any longer." I put my hand on his, stopping it from thrusting that thick vegetable up his ass.

He glares at me but when I pull my pants down and show him my eager cock, he becomes quite agreeable.

"Please, please," he begs. How could I resist that?

I slowly pull the makeshift dildo out of his ass then lie beside him. I line myself up just right and slide in my hard dick.

"Feel better?" I manage, a little breathlessly.

"Oh, fuck, yeah!" he moans.

I slowly, sweetly fuck his ass, but in no way can I reach around and grasp his cock. There are too many barriers. I hear a gasp at the door but do my best to keep my eyes firmly planted on Alex's pleasure- infused expression.

Nothing happens for a good long moment except the sliding of my cock and the moans and grunts of both of us, and then I see a large presence on the other side of the bed.

"I thought we agreed we should hold off, Mulder."

"Hold it, please!" Alex begs him.

If I weren't so close to shooting, I would have laughed. Instead, I distract myself by grasping Alex's hip tighter while trying to get a better angle.

Alex gets his wish, and Walter grasps Alex's cock. Alex cries out but I can't see anymore. The clamping of that ass on my cock sends me over the edge and I end up slumped against the shuddering rhino.

Silly thoughts of hunting pregnant rhinos, to fuck senseless, flit through my brain as I scramble to bring my thoughts back online.

Oh well, another theory of Scully's has been shot to hell. It's not the first time that's happened before.

***

MARCH 25, 1995

ALEX

It's worse than I expected.

Each day my life becomes more and more pathetic. And, as if it weren't enough already with the natural shit, Scully adds some more.

I'm not allowed to leave the bed for the last month except for going to the bathroom.

Does she hate me this bad?

I endure a couple of first days. On Friday Skinner arrives. He seems damn okay with the stupid restriction, too. After dinner they leave me alone to discuss something, obviously getting ready for the delivery; I walk out of the room, determined to listen.

"Please go back to bed, Alex," Scully attacks me. "You'll just get upset by all the technical things, and you need rest. So do your babies."

Upset? Does that mean they are plotting more fun stuff for me? Maybe I won't be allowed to go to the toilet either?

Mulder and Skinner join in a refrain.

Oh, well.

I close the door and stick my ear to it from the other side to listen.

Mulder almost kills me, coming out of the room. Strangely enough, he seems more upset about it than me.

"Go to bed, NOW," he breaks into yelling, all furious and sexy, "and don't ever try this again!"

I'd rather be shot than return to the damn bed. Well, I'll make my point clear to them.

I go to the bathroom, lock the door and sit on the john.

Don't think I can be more miserable. Or probably I can. They at least aren't laughing at me, at my damn stupid appearance. My stomach is so big I've forgotten what my cock looks like. Well, not exactly, some sweet memories are still left. And the robe I wear is beyond anything I could've ever imagined on myself. When I got really big, which was like an eternity ago, Skinner offered me pants - the kind that pregnant women wear, and I refused, of course. Then he brought this. They all call it a shirt; I guess Skinner probably has threatened them to death with what he'd do to them if they happen to call it otherwise, but it still reminds me of some kind of woman's robe.

I get up and slowly move around the bathroom. Throw a glance at the shower stall, but feel too tired to take one. Look in the mirror to check if my hair isn't long enough to be cut again. Rifle through the cabinet one more time to look at what Scully keeps in it.

I guess half an hour or some more has passed all on my own, doing whatever comes into my mind, walking, trying to exercise, lying down, and I'm sitting on the floor and whistling some Russian melody when the first knock starts at the door.

"Yes?" I answer.

"Alex, is everything okay?" It's Mulder.

"Yes, quite," I continue whistling.

"Alex, I'm sorry..."

"Don't be. You were nervous." Don't be stupid, Mulder. I'm not so fucked up to lock myself into the bathroom just because you yelled at me.

"Will you come out?"

"To go to bed? Nope."

What a moment.

"You're not coming out? Alex, baby?"

"I said that if I have a choice between bed and the toilet, I'd rather stick with the toilet. I can at least move my swollen legs here, you know."

For a while it's silent. Obviously the little agent ran to get some backup.

Backup arrives soon.

"Open the door, Alex," Skinner barks in his A.D. voice. Well, I guess I'll hear the marine voice tonight, too. At the next stage.

"I will not. I'm not going to bed," I announce.

"Oh, you will, little brat. I won't let you harm the babies just because you feel like running around. Open the door, boy."

I don't answer.

"Don't make me come in there."

"Just don't break it," oh, Scully has arrived, too.

They are all having quite a fun time until Mulder opens the door. He's crappy at picking locks. I should teach him some basics.

As the door opens, Skinner enters, almost foaming with rage.

I lift my robe and, supporting myself on the sink, glance over my shoulder.

"Spank me well," I tease, "screw my red ass senseless."

I think Skinner's going to hit me. Punch me and then keep kicking until I don't move anymore. Still, he just yanks the robe down, grabs me and carries me out of the bathroom.

***

I haven't managed this time. The bed rest stays in force, and, even more, the next morning is really crappy.

It starts with sickness. Then contractions begin. I almost piss myself at first, then remember that they must be painful to be real.

At last, after breakfast, Skinner arrives and tells me he's gonna prohibit me from using the computer this week for how I behaved yesterday. It takes a couple of hours and a considerable amount of tears to make that go away.

I have to do something. Even if I become tired in ten minutes, I need something to distract myself. I can't bear this any more. I can't fucking move. I'm sick, my back hurts, my legs are swollen. The damn kids are not just sitting on my bladder and rectum, but holding boxing matches against my body. And, after all, I look like a cripple... a pathetic scarecrow. Well, a Halloween pumpkin used as a scarecrow.

I go to my lately favorite site, which I'm hiding carefully from Mulder and Skinner. Well, they don't have to know I've made a pregnancy calendar and logged in as Lucy. I need to be aware of
what's going on, right? And the chat here is quite fine. For instance, I got to know I don't have to be in bed the whole time during my last month.

For a while my fingers are lingering on the keyboard. It would be easy to go to our site.

To connect to our server.

To send a mail to Charles.

He wasn't all that bad, after all.

What if he doesn't perform the c-section now? What if he straps me to the bed and makes me wait, too?

And then there are Mulder and Skinner.

Well, probably I'm just being stupid. One can easily become stupid when constantly feeling this bad.

After half an hour, I turn off the computer, drag myself to the toilet and then to Scully. She's sitting on the couch and reading.

"Dana, I read that if I give birth now, the babies will surely live," I begin.

She puts down the book.

"Not again, Alex."

"I think it's time. I felt some contractions."

"Alex, we've been talking about this."

"They were strong contractions."

"Alex, if it was about time, I think that everybody in the house would've already heard that you had contractions. Your body is just getting ready. When the labor will start, I've promised you, I will take good care of you."

"I can't bear this any more. They are ready. They're hitting me each day. Just cut me, please, get them out."

She emits a tortured sigh.

"For the twentieth time, Alex, NO."

"Please," I look at her with my sweetest puppy dog eyes.

"You never give up, do you?" she looks at me. "I'm not going to rip you apart and take your premature children out."

She returns her attention back to the book.

I don't want to return to bed yet, so I go look for the men instead. When I find them in the den, Skinner is balls deep in Mulder's ass. It's probably the last fucking delight for this morning.

***

SKINNER

Mulder and I have been fucking on the side, not involving Alex. We're too afraid we'd hurt him or the babies. I hate having to hide from him. Mulder can be insistent sometimes, and he has a very willing and ready ass. Poor excuse, I know, but Alex like he is makes me hornier than usual.

I can't even feel ashamed that we're doing this in the Scully residence, right with Scully in the next room. I should be mortified but I'm not. I bend down and cover Mulder's gasping mouth with my own.

I hear a sound behind us and I fling my head back. Fuck, we've been caught red handed. Alex looks at me with such longing and pain; I'm nearly thrown off my stride.

Mulder clenches that tight ass around my thrusting cock and I lose it. I try to regain control but to no avail and soon I'm shooting inside the condom. I collapse on top of the shuddering man and try to regain my strength.

When I do, Alex is standing over us, a sad pathetic look on his face.

"Alex, I'm sorry about this..."

"Walter, I don't care about that right now. I've been having contractions. Scully won't let me have a c-section. I think she hates men."

I lay my head back down on Mulder's chest then kiss one of his pert nipples before rising from him, pulling my cock none too gently from his ass.

"Ow!" he cries out, pouting.

"Sorry." I tie the condom off and throw it in the trashcan.

"If Scully performs a c-section, she will need to be in a facility to handle all that would be required. I don't think we should risk that. On the other hand, she will still need equipment if we do it here. I was thinking about asking Frank for his help again. I'm sure he would be curious to see how this ends."

Alex seems relieved at me saying that, so I call Frank and ask him about what would be required if Scully were to have the babies here. He is enthusiastic about being involved again and, soon, he tells me he can help me and Scully out. Thank goodness for small favors.

Tomorrow is a big day for Mulder and myself. We have to go to Frank's and help load up a truck full of the monitoring equipment. There will also have to be a hospital generator because the Scully household wouldn't be wired to handle the energy needed to keep the equipment working. I don't envy poor Alex, all alone with Scully tomorrow.

APRIL 17, 1995
MULDER

I woke up this morning on the sofa realizing that I was going to be a father very soon. It's kinda hard to forget that fact when there is a pregnant rhino that constantly demands his needs be met.

I was scolded by Scully who found me on the sofa the other day. She told me one of the guest bedrooms should suit me fine. Well, the living room is a safe haven and it's farther away from our very own demanding pregnant mammal. Scully has been feeding it lots of vegetables like all good rhinos should eat, but that has just made it mad. It wants a good juicy steak, preferably rare, with blood showing. Walter couldn't agree more with that desire, but Scully has put her foot down.

I know I shouldn't be referring to the 'mother' of my child as a rhino, but I guess it's a defense mechanism. I need to face the fact that I am going to have a child and I have to adjust to that.

Walter has been keeping me updated on the new cases that he has had to assign to other agents; he has saved some for me to peruse and decide on later. Walter has told me that he trusts the agents he gives the cases to and believes they keep the level of investigation Scully and I have given the case files. I know I don't trust them completely, but then I'm leaving my life's work in their hands. It upsets me. I'm continually tempted to just run back to DC and see how things are going. Walter has stopped me several times.

I'm keeping tabs on things through Frohike. He and the Gunmen have been lifelines to the outside. Scully has been content being Alex's caretaker, but my role as future father and attendant on his every whim hasn't been what it should be, I guess.

I need to speak with Scully about what I should do, I feel clueless. I know Walter wants to be the Grand Pooh-Bah of us, being the breadwinner and provider, while Alex and I stay at home to take care of the baby. Fuck that shit. No way am I going to throw away my life's work for that pipedream of Walter's!

I do know something, I do want to continue a relationship with them and that is what's conflicting with everything else. I can't do that and remain in the FBI. I need to set my priorities straight. I need to decide what's important.

Scully brings me breakfast and asks, "Everything OK?"

I sigh and shake my head. "I need to talk to you when you get a chance."

She nods and leaves to see what Walter and Alex want.

***

We finally find time to talk, Scully and I. She listens patiently to my concerns and worries. I'm so glad she is in my life for this. I am beginning to realize that Walter finding Alex like he did at the time helped me through the trauma of losing her when she was abducted. I was so devastated and blamed myself. Alex was a distraction I needed.

"Do you want to be a part of the baby's life?"

I close my eyes then open them and say, "Yes, I do. I wouldn't have said that a month ago, but now I realize that would be wrong. I should be a part of the baby's life, even if I return to the X-Files."

She looks concerned. "You're thinking about quitting?"

"I honestly don't know. I've had to reprioritize my life these past five months and I'm wondering what the best route is after Alex gives birth."

She stands up and takes something lying beside her bed. She hands it to me.

"Here, this should help you decide."

It's a book on baby names. I groan.

***

SKINNER

Mulder has been antsier than ever before. He really wants to return to work. I don't blame him. He has left behind his entire lifework to be Alex's babysitter. I selfishly don't want him to return to work. I know that would be asking too much. Alex does need to have someone with him, though. We will have to all sit down and decide what's best for us and the babies.

I kiss Alex, who is napping after I gave him a massage. His back has been hurting him and requires massages frequently to help him. I want the future caretaker of my babies to be well taken care of, no matter how much they want to deny the role they will be playing. I don't know what I did to deserve two self-deluded lovers, but I think they will come around eventually.

***

ALEX

When I wake some 10 minutes later with an urgent need to piss, I see Mulder sitting at my bed, looking at me with strange eyes. Well, such an expression as if his eyes would've been taken out, frozen and then put back in his face. He's not even quick enough to hide it when I wake.

I rush - well, rush would be actually a ridiculous word to use for my elephant weight moving across the room, - to the bathroom.

The kids use the opportunity to kick me a couple of times. As if I had woken them. Shitheads. It is the exact opposite.

When I return Mulder has shaped up some. I get back into bed and fix my eyes on him.

"What is it?" I ask.

"Nothing in particular."

Well, with his voice like that he could've been a coroner.

"You should talk to someone. Skinner. Scully maybe," I can imagine my advice is probably not the best one, but, hell, he'd rather come to speak with me after the delivery. Fuck, delivery. The more I think of it, the more it scares me.

Mulder seems like he's preparing to say something when I feel the first contractions... the first after I woke up, I mean.

At the beginning I just curl in a ball. As the contractions grow stronger I stretch my hand and pull at Mulder's pants.

He understands.

He gets into the bed and puts his arms around me, spooning against my back. I press my face in the pillow and gasp... moan... well, what the heck, show me a man who wouldn't scream when his stomach is ripped in two.

I haven't noticed when Skinner entered the room, just hear Mulder starting to talk to somebody and grab his arm.

I don't want him leaving.

I hold tightly on his hand; when I understand he's not about to go, I pull it up to my lips and press a kiss on the smooth skin.

***

MULDER

Alex presses his lips to my hand. My stomach clenches and I feel like I'm experiencing a heart attack. Fuck, who knew fatherhood would be painful?

***

SKINNER

Alex is in pain, I can tell. I pick him up and take him into the den where we have set up a temporary hospital bed with monitors and a back up generator. I lay him on the bed while Mulder rushes to get Scully.

Scully checks his vitals, seeing his blood pressure is up a bit, but not dangerously so. She tells him to take deep breaths and try to relax.

"His water hasn't broken yet, Walter. I want to check something first. I think he should have a c-section, but I just want to see if there isn't something his doctor's did to him to allow for a more
natural birth."

"Wh-what? You think the doctors did something else to me?" Alex asks, upset.

"Well, it's likely, since they did rearrange your insides and added a uterus. Good thing I have the equipment now to verify my suspicion."

Alex looks frightened. I bend and kiss his forehead and hold his hands in mine while Dana pulls up the muumuu Alex is wearing. She gets some jelly and rubs it on his belly then blows warm air from her mouth onto a monitoring device. She adjusts a few dials on the monitor then maneuvers the device over Alex's belly. After a while she says,

"Well, it seems the fetuses are moving into place, as if they have a 'place' to go." She pulls the device off Alex's belly and asks, "Mulder, would you help maneuver Alex to his side? I need to
check on something."

Mulder helps her while Alex clutches my hand tightly. Scully takes more jelly and rubs it over the lower half of his belly, near his groin. She maneuvers the device over and over, trying to get the
right angle.

"Ah, yeah, see."

She points to the screen where I see blobs. I have no idea what I'm looking at.

"There is a passage leading from the neck of uterus... it seems to be attached to a section of the colon. I would need to do a colonoscopy to be sure, but I don't think I should risk it. Clearly there must be an opening of some kind for the fetuses to travel through. Whoever did this was diabolical. It makes Mengele seem caring."

Alex whimpers.

"Scully," I admonish her. She pulls away and looks at Alex, shame-faced.

"Sorry, Alex. I didn't mean to upset you. I think it would be very hard for me to perform a c-section with where the uterus is located. Nature has taken over and I think having your babies like a woman is the way the doctors who did this to you wanted it. I'm sorry."

"It will be painful?" He looks at Scully then me.

Scully sighs. "Yes, Alex. If the uterus was attached elsewhere, more higher up instead of so low in your stomach, I may be more proficient at performing a c-section, but where it's located..."

Alex begins to cry. I don't even think he realizes it. My poor baby!

***

MULDER

Shit, Scully didn't just say what I think she said... fuck! Poor Alex! He will have to have the babies naturally.

"They will have to travel through that channel to the anal passage then to the rectum?" I ask, morbidly fascinated.

Scully glares at me but nods.

"Have you ever been fisted, Alex?" I ask him.

"Mulder!" Scully growls at me, doing a great impression of Walter in a snit.

"Mulder, what are you talking about?" Walter joins in.

"Well, if he has ever been fisted, this wouldn't be so bad, but I would think it would hurt worse than being fist fucked."

I suddenly picture myself helping Alex loosen up by fist fucking him to prepare him for the birthing process. Somehow, I don't think Scully would approve. But then again, my hands are much larger than her own.

***

ALEX

I don't understand what they are talking about. They must be crazy.

And I'm totally in their power. What chance of salvation would I have? I'm not even in a position to move much, and, moreover, incapable of thinking at all let alone clearly right now about how to get the damn grubs out of me in a different way.

There is probably even no different way than those two. C-section and... that other.

When Mulder asks if I have been fisted, that's already too much. I clutch at Walter, grabbing something, probably a piece of his shirt or pants, who fucking cares, and start wetting it with tears.

If someone will save me, that will be him. Maybe.

"Please, just take 'em out," I plead. "Cut me, take 'em out. Will be fine, ple-e-ease!"

"I can't do that. It is just... well... impossible. I can't get there and it would be too dangerous," it's Scully's voice.

I think all my intestines including the sack with squealers rise up at her words.

"You, witch!" I scream, spinning my head around to face her, "that's what you always wanted, yes? To watch me writhing, pushing out some kind of damn parasites? That's why you are doing it! You want to watch a man suffering!"

Skinner starts trying to hush me.

I grab his wrist.

"Please, Walt," I raise my eyes, putting on my most innocent and pathetic face I am capable of, "please, help me! I can't do this. Imagine how it would be if you were in my place, Walt, please!"

I don't even know what the point is.

Well, congratulations, Krycek, now you're really up shit creek without a paddle.

"It will really hurt a great deal less if you were fisted," fuck, Mulder really must be Charles' son. Only that man can keep his voice so fucking calm during such a crisis situation.

"I'm not!" I howl. "I'm not and I don't want to be! I never accepted clients with bigger cocks than yours except if they made me!"

Skinner's eyes widen remarkably and I wish I'd have bitten my tongue off before I opened my mouth.

So I do the only thing appropriate left and continue to cry.

***

MULDER

Well, no way would I force him to go through with something he's this hysterical over. Scully will have to do it.

"Alex. Please stop crying. I promise I won't make you do something you don't want. You're going to have to be stretched, though, when the time comes, otherwise you'll be in excruciating pain. This isn't going to be like passing waste or having a big dick in you. It will be like a bowling ball will be forced through your passage, then another one gets to follow after it."

"Mulder, you're not helping him!" She growls at me. I sigh and step away from Alex, letting her take over.

Walter has been comforting him the entire time.

"Alex, Mulder is right, you will have to be stretched before the babies come through. The anus is stretchable but not quite the same as a woman's vagina. You will have to be very loose and slippery to allow for this. It won't be fun and it will be frightening, I'm sure. If you want, when the time comes, I will give you an epidural. It will take the pain away. If you prefer, I would be the one to get you ready. My hands aren't quite as big as Walter or Mulder's."

Scully's voice is soothing and Alex has calmed a bit. I am so glad his water hasn't broken yet, otherwise we would be doomed.

***

ALEX

I look at Scully.

"No... no. Leave me alone. I... I can't say anything. Just leave me alone, please. Please."

Skinner turns to leave together with Scully and Mulder, but doesn't succeed with my hands gripping his clothes tightly.

"No, don't," I whisper.

"You want me to stay?" he asks.

Well, my clutched hands are answer as good as any.

As time passes, he tries to speak to me, to reason with me rather than calm me down, but I don't want to hear anything.

Desperately, I try to make myself think. Just to check if there is no hole left for my salvation.

Well, there isn't. I really should get accustomed to that.

I can't let Scully do it. She... she's not my... anything. She's... a woman. Well, Marita is a woman, too. I wouldn't mind her doing it. She's not here though. Scully... she's... oh, well, am I whore or not but this is just too intimate to let her do it to me. I don't trust her.

Should I really agree to this? A fucking fist up my ass? It's insane.

It has to be done.

"Mulder," I whisper.

"What about Mulder?" Walter asks.

"Call for him."

As the man enters, I force myself to raise my eyes at him and nod.

"Me?" he sounds not very sad actually, more intrigued. Damn sexual freak.

"I hope you have done it before," I answer in a low voice, incapable to keep my eyes off his hands.

God, they are so much bigger than his cock.

***

MULDER

"I have done this with a woman... but not anally," I tell him. This does not reassure him in the slightest.

I realize that I'm only going to be loosening him up for the big show and look at Scully, raising my brows.

"I guess I can sit this one out," she murmurs and I grin to see a slight coloring of her cheeks as she leaves.

Alex is way too nervous; I will have to recruit the talents of the big guy to help calm him down.

"Walter?" He seems to know exactly what I'm asking. He bends down and kisses Alex over and over, murmuring reassurances as his hand teases Alex's sensitive nipples.

I get some of the lube that Scully uses for the ultrasound and tease his quiescent cock to a slow erection. This isn't about a race to the finish line. I want to get him relaxed enough so he won't tense or be frightened. I want him loose and ready for my fist.

It's too bad he won't be able to see what I'm doing, even with the bed tilted up, he can't see past his large belly. If he could see what I'm doing, he may calm down. I kiss his belly and he laughs from the feeling. I smile, hoping that would help relax him.

"I'm going to ask Scully for her floor length mirror so you can see what I'm doing, Alex."

He looks uncertain but I go to the door and ask Scully anyway. She returns with it and I roll it into the room and angle it, asking Alex and Walter of the right angle. When it's about as perfect as it's
going to get, I move back down, sitting on a stool. I feel kinda foolish, like Johnny Bench waiting to be called in to play.

I slick my hands completely, though I know that Alex isn't by a long shot ready for my fist. I jack him off a few times, tease his balls and behind them then tickle his perineum down to his anus.

I look up and see he is flushed and panting. Letting him see what I'm doing is helping out, at least a little. I rub continuously over his sensitive flesh and he is growling for me to go ahead and fuck him with my fingers. I go slowly, though.

"This isn't a race for orgasm, Alex. I would love to just fuck you and be done, but this is about loosening you up."

I slip one finger in and then another. He isn't a virgin, this part will be easy. But he is a virgin to fists and whole hands. I ease in a third finger; he has taken three fingers before easily. Now will be the test. I slowly bring a fourth one into my thrusting action. He is whining now, sweating, and mewling for me to fuck him. Walter is kissing his sweaty forehead, trying to reassure him.

I fuck him for a good while with the four fingers, then with my other hand, grip his erection and jack him off. He is gasping like a fish, trying to hold back his orgasm. I say, "Come for me, Alex."

He glares at me, wondering if I'd lost my mind but one of my knuckles teases his prostate and he rolls his head back and cries out when he comes. I wait for his orgasm to subside before I ease my fingers out of him. He is exhausted now. I grab a hand towel Scully brought with her and clean my hands

"Mulder, what's going on?" Walter finally asks as I finish cleaning myself.

"I will have to come back later to do this again. He isn't ready and I don't think Scully wants me to tear him. It usually takes a while for someone to be anally prepared for fist fucking. The anus has to get loose enough to handle a fist. Four fingers were almost too much for him."

Walter looks down at his own hands; they are even thicker than mine. He nods then goes back to soothing Alex. Soon he is asleep. I'm starving and leave Walter with Alex.

"What happened?" Scully asks.

I tell her I will have to try again later. I may have to continually do this until he is ready for my fist.

"How long do you think it will be?"

"I just hope his water doesn't break before he's ready." That doesn't ease the tense look on her face.

"He does realize I will have to be the one to do this when the babies come, doesn't he?"

Oops. He will have to be told that, but I think I should wait until after he has taken my fist. One thing is for sure; no matter if he doesn't like the idea of my fist up him, the babies will be much
larger than that.

***

ALEX

When I wake it takes for me a little while to recall what happened. Mulder didn't fist me, did he? No, he didn't. The damn prick didn't go through with it when he said he was going to.

Skinner caresses my belly, announcing his presence.

I look at him.

"Please, speak to Mulder. Ask him to finish what he has started. I don't want to be left like this."

Skinner doesn't say either yes or no. He begins to explain to me why it's bad instead.

Oh well.

I pull myself up from the bed and move to the bathroom. I'm tired of this, of all this: taking a leak for the hundredth time today, from pain, from my incapability to move, and, most of all, from my fear.

He just fucking left me to worry my ass off.

And I can't sit and wait patiently for the delivery AND for fisting. Like an exquisite torture extended for a week. Great revenge for anyone who'd ever hated me.

I just can't.

I scramble up on the bathtub; there's a window right above it. Opening it is easy and noiseless. I look outside. A lawn. Some further, woods begin. Bushes, breaking into flowers. The smell of spring in the air.

I want out. Away.

Pulling myself up isn't easy at all; well, this is ridiculous. The window is just a few inches higher than the tub, but I can't move my fucking body, my damn legs. At last I manage to sit up in the window. It's not high at all above the ground.

The touch of grass feels great under my bare feet. I start running - if that can be called running, - towards the forest. The needles under my soles are the first sign that I've reached it. Out of breath already, I slow down. The kids start kicking me again. They are playing fucking dirty. It's as if somebody inside you, weak and defenseless, would be begging you to take a pity on him. I think I hate that feeling right now; it is here though and I'm quite positive I couldn't kill them even if that would help me.

Well, it wouldn't.

***

Just after some time I realize I'm not gonna escape. Not just that I'm physically incapable. Not that there isn't anywhere I can go when I look like the way I do. I don't have another option. I don't even want to think about other options.

And I can't escape from myself.

Well, they are probably already looking for me. Maybe have started to search the woods. Nothing is heard though.

I turn around and start to walk back.

Please, let them be looking for me.

I speed up and the pain starts again.

Please let them still want me. I didn't disappoint them that much. Please.

I collapse at some tree, pressing my back at the thick trunk. Oh fuck, it hurts. Oh fuck.

Why is this happening to me?

***

MULDER

Fuck, what the hell did he think he would accomplish by leaving? Skinner is taking one side of the house, Scully the back and I'm going through the woods the window faced. In no time I hear a sound, it sounds like sobbing. I rush forward and see him crumpled against a tree. Oh damn it! He looks like shit, and I'm certain his water has broken!

I pull him to me and he is too exhausted to fight me. I lift him as best I can and trudge along to the house. Walter runs up to me and helps me take him back into the den where the hospital bed is
waiting.

I didn't realize I was cursing up a storm but Walter is kissing him over and over, trying to reassure him.

This time I take some surgical gloves and slide them on, then add a lot of lube on my gloved fingers. With the water breaking, it's just a matter of time.

When Scully enters and sees I already have him situated a little so that he is on his side, my hand is halfway inside him.

Alex is panting and crying, and in so much pain. Scully pulls on some gloves and prepares to give him an epidural. Walter is using a rag to wipe the sweat off Alex's brow, letting Alex hold a hand that he squeezes tightly.

After the shot is administered, Scully puts a mask over my face and she puts one on herself. She lets me take over the birthing.

"Oh fuck, Scully, I think I feel a head!" I cry, once I finally fit my hand inside him fully. My knuckles certainly touched something inside him and its way too large to be anything else. It feels like a huge tumor poking out from the side of his anal passage. I think I'm going to be sick.

Scully brings me a glass of water to sip. "Stay calm, Mulder. You're doing a great job. I think you can slowly ease out and let nature take its course."

Skinner is telling Alex to do the breathing exercises he has practiced reluctantly over the past few months. Alex tells him to fuck off, but when he finally does, the pain eases up tremendously. The epidural is also probably taking effect.

"I think now would be a good time to start pushing, Alex," Scully tells him softly once my hand is removed from his rectum.

She takes over while I take off my gloves and go wash my hands. Fuck, I never wanted to be an OBGYN doctor or a GI doctor for that matter, why am I suddenly the one whose left doing the shit work? I think I'm finally starting to realize the crap Scully has to go through.

I turn back to look at Alex, he looks like he is trying to take a really big dump. I have to bite the inside of my mouth to keep from laughing. Walter would knock me out if I laugh, though, I'm certain of it.

I move closer and hold Alex's other hand. He clasps it like it's a lifeline and I feel like I'm being sucked in to his orbit. For a moment, I panic and just want to run away, but I look over at Walter
who is looking so adoringly down at Alex, I feel like such a fucking failure. My eyes water and start to burn as I bend down and kiss Alex's cheek. Stupid sentimental fool, I tell myself.

***

ALEX

Just when Scully tells me to start pushing I understand that this is it. The delivery. Started. Now.

I can't imagine something going through my burning asshole; I'm sure it's torn to hell, bleeding, destroyed.

How can they be sure this is really it? The labor? Maybe just pain, as before, as all the time. Just the babies moving inside. Just moving down, that's why I feel like I have to push. Can't be the
actual labor.

I think my heart is going to stop.

Scully repeats, I must push. I don't want her to be anywhere close where she can see me. I want just men, if this is really the labor. I try to ask Walter, but he keeps saying me something I don't even really understand.

God, I'm afraid.

The next wave of pain isn't as terrifying as the previous ones and I don't scream this time. Actually I barely feel it at all. They must be mistaken. It can't be labor.

Cramps take my stomach in a grip and won't release. I feel the need to push.

Oh no. Why?

The urge to push becomes fucking bad. My whole body wants to get something out. I start pushing. Damn Scully calls me good.

"Go away," I emit, when gaining back my breath, in-between the contractions. "Only the men."

"She has to be here," Skinner caresses my forehead, "she's the doctor. She knows what to do. We need you to be safe, to ensure nothing bad happens, Alex."

Oh, damn them.

The contractions begin again.

The pain never really wears off, although it is not as bad as everybody promised in the chat. The extended cramps are. Soon I have no energy left at all but it feels like it will never end. I'm pushing and pushing and pushing, - nothing happens. Somebody keeps wetting my face. The men are calling my name, whispering endearments, telling to hold on. Damn, I hate when somebody is telling me to hold on. An empty frigging phrase.

An eternity passes. I moan, whimper, sob, emit some kind of sounds I don't recognize, sometimes I push, sometimes I refuse to, leaving the pushing to the contractions alone, giving in to pain and exhaustion. I try to tell my men I can't go on but they keep repeating that I can. How the fuck would they know?! Damn those phrases... damn, damn, damn!

The lump is so big it feels my stomach has slid down all the way from my navel to my rectum and stuck at the asshole like five fists there or something. They can't ask me to push it out. I can't.

The goddamn bitch announces she sees the head. Something pushes at my asshole and I feel a burning pain. Can it be that she's going to fist me as well?

"Push, Alex, push!"

I can't. My asshole is on fire and I'm gonna collapse now, that's it.

"It's almost out," I hear another voice at my ear. "It'll be over. Push, baby, please, push."

Oh god, I want it to be over already.

Desperate, I'm almost thankful when the contractions hit me again and I feel I can push some more. The thing is moving down. I'm sure. Slowly. Unbearably.

I'm gonna pass out.

It feels I'm pushing out all my intestines.

After this goes out I'll be empty. I'll be dead. Bleed to death. Sure. Maybe it isn't about fetuses; maybe it's something about to kill me.

I'm gonna pass out any second. My strength is gone, including the last of my emergency reserve.

My body desperately continues to push, and something is helping me from the outside.

When the huge lump breaches my asshole I start screaming. It hurts unbelievably bad. I know I'm gonna die here, in pain. I haven't felt anything worse in all my life. I'm sure not. None of the whippings or scenes in the dungeons was like this. None.

My intestines were never pulled out.

I will die here, just because of their lust, of damn Cancerman, of...

"Svolochi, blyad, zasranci proklyatiye... vas zdyes... padli, blyad... ublyudki... a mnye rozhat... suki!" I start yelling and swearing in Russian. If they would understand they'd surely shoot me. Just swearing doesn't help.

In a couple of minutes it doesn't matter any more. My intestines are leaving me, the pain is excruciating. "Oi, mama... nye hochu... Ma- maa!" I hear and it must be me screaming.

I don't die. I'm still alive when the lump is out. I hear a baby yelling in the room. They could at least switch that out. I don't want to hear any babies yelling. I hate them.

My muscles relax. I collapse on the sheets, breathing deeply. It's over. I want to sleep. I want to curl up and be somewhere else.

Just some tiny moments have passed when I feel hands on me and the wet rag again. I want to sleep. I'm tired. Somebody refuses to understand that.

This somebody isn't the only one though. Shortly, the contractions are back again. I grab my stomach. There's still something inside.

No. NO. Please, NO! I open my eyes and see Skinner leaning over me.

"Don't be afraid. It's almost over. The second baby's coming."

"Nye mogu," I moan. "Nyet. Nye mogu."

He kisses me.

"You're so strong, Alex."

I don't want to be strong. I want to run away from myself and hide somewhere until this is over. I can't do it once more.

The urge to push is back. Oh, crap.

My eyes become wet; I start pushing again. Too exhausted to emit any sounds anymore, I just weep, tears mixing with sweat on my face and being swept away by the wet rag.

It takes an eternity, but it seems shorter than last time though. I'm close to being too exhausted to breathe when at last Scully announces she sees a head.

She says she may have to rip my ass up.

Oh, yes, sure. I yell at her to go fuck herself. My ass is destroyed to hell already, what, she wants me never to be able to get fucked again?

Gripping the hands they have given me, I start pushing more angrily. I hear a moan at my ear when what is left of my asshole is stretched again. They'll heal themselves if anyone will have a broken finger, I don't fucking care.

I push desperately. The burning pain, as if somebody set a fire under my asshole, is unbearable again. I know I can't make it but I will. I'm not very sure of what I'm doing. I make a lot of sounds. I move. Maybe I do something else, but I push like hell. Push. Whatever, just push. Sooner through. Push.

***

MULDER (during the birth)

I look at my watch. It's been two hours and no head has appeared yet. Scully keeps telling Alex to stay relaxed and calm, but it's not easy. After a moment, she tells him that one of the babies is almost to the end, and says softly, "Push, Alex, push."

He does so and there I see a dark patch between Alex's legs. Alex looks like he is about to faint. Walter hands me a cloth to get wet again, and I quickly do so, wanting to keep Alex comfortable as the baby leaves his body.

When I return, Scully asks me to prepare one of the cribs she has for the babies and I do so quickly. In moments, the baby has been lifted from between Alex's legs and Scully hands the baby to me as she clamps a thing on the umbilical cord. The baby is squalling up a storm; it must be mine, what a great set up pipes. She tells me to clean the baby up.

When did I get nursing duties? I do as she says as best I can then wrap the baby up in a blanket and set it in the crib.

Scully is back on the bench waiting for the other baby to appear. The birthed baby has stopped crying and appears to be sleeping in the warm blanket. I suddenly realize my life has become an X-File, or at the very least, I've stepped onto the set of the Twilight Zone. This is too fucking surreal.

Alex is exhausted and wants to sleep, but Walter keeps him awake, holding him up and wiping the sweat away. The next baby's head appears in about thirty minutes later.

"Oh, Alex, I may have to do an episiotomy..." Scully tells him.

"What??! NO way am I going to be cut!" With that Alex bears down hard and the baby's shoulder pops through and soon the rest of him is out. This one is a big 'un. He must be Walter's, no doubt.

The baby bleats like a lamb and I melt. God, who knew I had a heart?

SKINNER

I can't believe it - I have a baby boy. He looks so beautiful. Dana has prepared a formula she hopes the babies will take to since she doesn't believe Alex will be able to produce enough milk to feed the babies. Alex was greatly relieved when he heard that. He wasn't about to feed them. My sweet boy is eating so hardily - I know this is a Skinner, no doubt about it.

Mulder has been amazing throughout, I thought for sure he would have fainted long ago. But he is standing there holding and feeding his baby boy. I think there are tears in his eyes, but some of that may be exhaustion. He's been through some rough shit in his time, but this is, I hope, for him a good thing.

Dana said she had to put some sutures where Alex was torn a bit but it wasn't as bad as she thought it could be. No anal sex, though, that's for certain - even with long vegetables. I will have to tie him down to ensure that if I have to. It shouldn't be that long - maybe a month at the most. I do not want to be the one to tell him that, though. I can just hear him screaming.

Looking down at my beautiful boy, I know I will have to do something drastic in my life. I want so badly to be a part of his life and be there for him - even Mulder's baby, if he will let me.

Oh, I have forgotten to ask Alex about naming our baby. If he wants a Russian name, that's fine by me. I only want to look at my boy with pride and love.



MULDER

Geez, who knew I could do this? That I like doing this; I like holding my boy in my arms. Fuck, I don't want to cry but I'm holding back a wail myself. I don't want to cause my sweet boy to cry nor Walter's fat boy. I think it will be hard for me not to call him Fatty Wally but I know I will have to keep that to myself or have a fist in my face.

He looks so precious, sucking on the bottle. It's good that he took to it so well; otherwise I would have been provoked into suckling him with my tit. I snort and Walter looks over at me, but I just shake my head and go back to looking at my sweet boy. Hm, I wonder if Alex would like Joshua. That's a good Jewish name. I bet Alex doesn't know that I have Russian Jewish grandparents on my mother's side.



ALEX

When I wake up, I feel like I'd have been put through a meat-grinder. I'm so weak that I don't even want to lift my head when I hear babies squalling. It sounds like hell; I wonder how many are there are?

Wait, I gave birth. At least some must be mine.

I turn on my other side, close my eyes for a while, then open them again. Won't sleep any more. What time it might be? How long was I in labor?

It all seems like it happened in a nightmare.

I remember, I passed out. Then Scully, the damn woman, wouldn't let me sleep but cleaned me. Fuck, and sutured my ass, cruel bitch. Can't even think of that.

I gather my strength and pull myself up in a half-sitting position. My ass hurts like hell, head is spinning around. I look on my left and right for something to drink. There's nothing. Well, they could have left some water.

It is quite cold here. Probably because I'm still wet with my sweat. The men had mercy enough at least not to make me go to the other bed or wash. I wouldn't have been able to.

It is a goddamn mess on the end of the bed. Blood all over the place.

Mine. I gave birth.

So, this is over.

This is really over.

I've been waiting for this moment like crazy, and it feels so damn good. It's over. I'm a man again. My stomach is flat. The pain is over. All the shit is over. I won't be sick in the mornings. I will be able to move again. And now Skinner will take me to live in a fancy house, together with Mulder.

Actually, this was worth it.

I feel good. Well, it was even better if Mulder and Skinner were here with me now, at the bed, giving me some water and food... and some vodka, yes, I can drink now, right? They would tell me how much they love me. Gee, I would feel loved and happy, and I would be important. They could give me presents. Like a new leather jacket, for instance. Or color printer would be good. And scanner. After all, I gave them babies. Well, there were surely two screaming and they both are born from me. One lump, and then one more. I remember clearly.

***

After some time, Mulder's head appears in the door. Seeing me awake he calls for Walter.

They come into the room, bringing – well, of course not a jacket and printer, and scanner, but the babies in their arms.

It feels quite unreal to see them. That there really are actual babies. That I would be the one who have made them.

They put the squealers on the bed, on my chest. One stops screaming, the other one follows along.

Well, the screamer really seems like mine, I grin.

I take him... her?... in my hands, so strange, small, and warm. Well, this would be interesting to know. I open the blanket the screamer is wrapped in and, bingo, it's a boy.

Nice change. Up to me, according to my mother's words, there were only girls getting born in our family. But then, it might be that he is not mine at all. Just Skinner's. Or Mulder's. Who knows? The eyes, when he opens them, seem green though.

He looks around almost like a person. Does he really see something? Does he see me? Little green eyes seem quite unfocused.

I drive my hand along his body. It's funny, how small he is. His cock, well, that's quite a laugh, such a tiny thing. Fingers are so small I'm even a little bit afraid to touch them with mine. It's strange that he is moving and screaming and opening eyes and closing them. He seems like a toy actually.

The other one has got my nose. This must be a girl. I repeat the same operation with the blanket and find a little cock again. So, I have got two boys here. This one is calmer, just moving around with his arms, touching me. Probably wants to convince me he's real. Well, I guess, however strange it isn't, I start to believe that already. Can't believe though that these toys made me suffer like an animal. They don't look like capable of hurting someone, especially me.

I keep touching his tiny nipples, his small body, when the little hand somehow manages to wrap around my finger. It is just a little while but feels so strange. As if he knew I'm here and wants to be with me or something.

He is so small and defenseless. Both of them. Little. Unprotected. Mine. I mean, actually, they are Skinner's and Mulder's, but then they used to live in me after all. Their flesh is made from mine; and it feels like they want to be close to me. The blood of my blood, my genes, moving on.

Somewhere in the back of my mind there is a nagging, nasty, unfamiliar fear that someone might want to hurt them - real bad. To take advantage of their helplessness.

I mustn't think of it. Not now.

The little guy continues to move around with his arms.

Somehow I want to make him feel good. After all, he grabbed my finger.

I pull off my robe. Head spins around again.

"Wanna feel him," I explain to Mulder and Skinner, then turn against the wall, my back to the men, and keep the kid's head at my left nipple. He wraps the tiny lips around it and start sucking. Almost like Mulder or Skinner. I wonder if he gets some liquid or is it just the sucking reflex working. I feel nothing at all; well, my nipples have never been my erogenous zone.

The screamer starts to scream again.

He has a damn loud voice. Charles said I was a bad screamer as a baby and nobody really liked me because of it. I can't do the same thing to that... little toy. Still he will have to wait while the first one is done, 'cause I can't have him at the other nipple - Skinner and Mulder will see that. I know they might have some suspect already, - so, what the fuck, I really wanted to do something good to the kid, but no way I'm gonna let them watch me do this in the open.



SKINNER

I wish he would let me watch him bond with the babies. He looks so beautiful. I want to curl up behind him and hold him as he does this. I don't know if he's ready for anything yet. I don't want to push him. I know he must be in pain from the whole process.



MULDER

Damn, I can tell Daddy Skinner is dying to be a part of the family that's right there in front of him, but he's holding back. Probably because he fears Alex may want to leave, not be a part of this after all. Maybe that's my own desires leaking over. I sigh. I have to face facts. No way can I continue to be a dog for justice against the powers that be and also be a father to my baby. Damn this hurts. I just wish Alex would give me a sign that he wants me to be a part of his life or not.

Scully comes in with a tray for Alex. She told me he has to be in a liquid diet. She has a bowl of broth, water and a cup of Jell-o. I don't think he will be happy with that. She waits though, seeing that he is with the babies. I lift her hand and kiss it. She smiles.

SKINNER

Dana takes the boy from Alex when the baby squalls. The boy's not getting enough to eat from Alex, though he loves being with Alex. I take the tray and put it over Alex's lap. He looks at it and
says, "What the fuck is this shit?"

"I'm sorry, baby, but you have to have a liquid diet until you're healed."

That doesn't soothe him at all. He glares at me but eats the broth, ignoring the Jell-o completely.

"Can I have some alcohol?" He looks so young, pleading like that.

Dana shakes her head. "I'm sorry, Alex. You shouldn't drink alcohol just now. It's not good for the healing process."

"Fuck the 'healing process', Walter, I need a drink!"

"Not if you're going to try nursing the babies, Alex. It wouldn't be good for them," Dana admonishes.

He hangs his head as if in shame.



MULDER

Alex finally accepts his fate of a buzz free immediate future. Walter will definitely keep an eye out for that. When Dana takes the tray, Walter sits on the bed with his boy and tries to engage Alex. I can tell it's a bit overwhelming. I know the feeling, but I'm standing here holding my boy and feeding him and it is overwhelming, though I realize it's a good thing.

"Hey, Alex, have you thought of names?" I ask him. "What do you think of Joshua for our little brat?"



ALEX

What a goddamn terrible name. Well, Josh it will be for me.

"Well, I don't think I have any say in that. They are your babies, you can give them any names you want," I answer him.



MULDER

Walter looks at me, confused. "Alex, don't you want to name the babies? I want to know at least if you want them named after you or maybe one of your relatives."

He seems hurt, uncertain why Alex doesn't want to name the babies.

"I have some Jewish Russian ancestors, Alex, would you mind if I name our boy after my great uncle Joshua?" I ask, wondering if Alex is going through some sort of post partum depression.

We wait patiently thinking maybe we are pushing him too soon for this.



ALEX

"I will not mind, Mulder. It's your son," I bend my head again. Don't want to look at them. "And, Walt, I will not mind the name you choose for your kid, either."

"Alex, we want you to take part in this," Walter says.

I don't think I will be that stupid as to mess with their choice of names. They are quite ecstatic about all this. Let them be.

Fuck, maybe Mulder has decided to give that name just because he thinks it's Russian or something?

"You don't have to give the baby Jewish Russian name just because I'm Russian. The baby will have a better life with a usual American one," I tell him. "It's up to you though."

Silence follows for quite a while. Time for me to formulate the important sentences.

I clear my throat.

"I... I didn't breast-feed. I just wanted the kids to feel good. That's it. And, after all, the liquid in me is supposed to be for them," I swallow and look at the wall. "They can eat it if they want. It doesn't mean I'm breast-feeding. I don't have breasts. I just let them take something, and that's all. I think," they are staring at me. I can't bear that and drop my eyes, "I think they will need me. Is that... your proposal," I look at Walter, but can't fix my eyes on him so I look straight through him, "still in force? About living with me? And Mulder?"

They didn't try to thank me. Or make me feel that I have done something special for them. Actually they seem more interested in the babies. If they will be done with me soon, Charles might get me back. He will most likely use me as a womb again. And I don't want that happening. No way.



SKINNER

"Of course, Alex, anything for you. Right, Mulder?" I say this to Mulder, knowing he wouldn't back down or waiver, not with Alex feeling so uncertain. I still don't like the fact he doesn't want to help name the babies.

"Sure, Walter, absolutely." Mulder sits on the other side of Alex with baby Joshua in his arms.

I look down at my precious bundle and grin. "I think 'Sergei' suits him. Do you like that, Alex? It's my middle name." Maybe I'm pressuring him. Maybe it's too soon. I so want this to work, for all
of us to work. I can't do this on my own.

Mulder asks, looking at Alex, "Are you all right? Would you like to take a nap?"

Hm, maybe if we leave him alone with the babies for a while, he'll want to be a part of naming them.

I hand him my Sergei, who whines a bit, but accepts being taken by Alex. I give him the bottle and Sergei clamps on to the nipple with relish. A definite Skinner, all right. I smile proudly then look at
Alex. I realize that I haven't said a thing to him for what he did for us.

"Thank you so much, Alex, for bringing the babies into this world. You're a braver man than I."


ALEX

His words come to me unprepared. I didn't expect they might touch me that deeply, I just wanted to feel good... important for a while. But Walter - well, he gave up his status, his masculinity for this one tiny moment, for me.

I blink, then turn my eyes to him. Don't know what to say. The truth is, I had no choice.

I sandwich the bottle between my chest and the kid, and put my palm on his hand.

"Thank you, Alex," Mulder joins in the refrain, putting his arm around my now decreased waist.

I look down at Sergei on my arm. Well, this isn't how I imagined that. I want more.

I raise my head and look at Mulder.

"Maybe we could leave the kids for a while? They have somewhere to sleep, right? Scully was talking something about cribs last week. I'm dirty, I'm freezing, and I really would want to get in a real bed under the blanket. Where do I sleep?"

"In your bed, in the master bedroom," Mulder looks confused.

As if it was a matter-of-course.

Well, it's not. I'm not pregnant anymore, and the precious babies are in cribs, not in me, so how the hell can I be sure I will be allowed to sleep in that bed, which actually is the best bed in the house?

Charles would never allow that.

"We're so sorry, Alex," Walter speaks up. "We didn't know you were cold. Fox, will you take care of the babies?"

Fox?

Haven't heard this before. I thought Mulder would tear apart anyone's throat who dared to call him that name.

"I'll help you to the bathroom," Walter turns his attention back to me.

I hand the kid to Mulder, and Sergei starts to cry immediately; well, this is strange, I thought Josh had the monopoly rights on initiating screaming. He joins his brother hot on the heels, anyway. Poor Fox. I get up, and straight into Walter's arms as my fucking head spins around and everything turns black in front of my eyes, so that I almost fall back on the bed. He lifts me and carries to the bathroom.

I would've liked to go on my own feet actually.

***

The next great news is, that I can't take a regular shower or bath. Because of my sutured ass. Mulder has left Scully with their kids, and they're giving me a sponge bath instead - as if I were deadly ill or something.

Mulder makes several attempts to touch my ass; each time he does that I make an attempt to crawl into Walter who's holding me in the shower so that my fucking spinning head doesn't cause me to fall down again. I don't care, if he just wants to look at it. If he tries to stick something into my asshole now, I'll roar with pain and then I'm gonna kill him.

Walter slides his arms down on my lower back as Mulder begins to wash my shoulders and I put my head on the man's shoulder.

"Walt?"

"Yes, baby?"

"When are you gonna take me to that fancy house where we will be living? You and me, and Fox. And the kids."



SKINNER

"Hey, I want you one hundred percent well before we attempt to move you, baby."

Alex doesn't like that at all.

"We're safe now, but doesn't mean we will be if we move. We'd be attracting attention to ourselves. As soon as I get back to DC I will check on locations for a house, I promise. Since Mulder is probably dying to get back, too, maybe I will let you stay here with Scully."

"No fucking way!" he growls.

Mulder snorts. "She doesn't bite, Alex."

Alex glares at Mulder, thinking Mulder's whole reason for wanting to stick him with Scully is because he wants to get back to his precious X-Files. Well, he probably does. The mere idea has him nearly salivating. I don't blame him. He has been stuck babysitting Alex for all this time. If I knew of another way, I would let him get back to the X-Files and leave him there.

A pain shoots through me. I don't want him to leave us; I want him to be a part of us - our family. My stomach clenches.

I have my own family!



ALEX

I let them dry me with the towel and help me to the master bedroom. They are preparing to leave; I ask them to stay. Walter sits on the bed, Mulder remains standing at the dresser.

I put my head on the pillow feeling a bit of relief. It's not complete though. Just physical. I have to talk to them.

Actually I want to cry. I was eaten up from the inside for six months, and went through a fucking living hell just some hours ago, producing his son, but he won't even sit on the bed with me.

Not that I would've ever been treated much differently. I don't even know why I have such an acute reaction on their behavior. Maybe because I waited for something else from them... something more... that things would change.

That I might really stay with them.

I embrace myself under the blanket and press my face to my own arm on the pillow; well, it surely must look as if I don't feel well. Good.

"You gotta make up your mind, Mulder," I say, calm, the way Charles would've been talking if he were in my place. "I gave birth to your son. I need you. But you're gonna leave me now and run to D.C. You could've at least stayed longer. You never know if we'll see each other again."

While Mulder stares at me wordlessly, I make an attempt to sit up. My head spins again; I pause longer than the actual spinning lasts, my eyes closed. Then I continue.

"I've heard promises before. Oh fuck, I have. I know those games - believe the lie. I know you're not gonna come back, and, Walt, you'll probably return to your wife. I can't believe that, but well, that's the way it probably is."

The blanket has remained at my waist as I sat up, so I put my arms around me as if I were cold and look at Mulder.

"I don't need much. Not at all. I'll never ask for presents again. I just want to be where you are. Actually, I got through all that just because I truly hoped you both," I turn my head to Walter, who looks shaken and stirred, "will have me. Well, you can kick me out now, but, I'm still not strong and... if I will have to go, the babies will go with me. I swear."



SKINNER

"Alex, I'm not going back to my wife, we haven't been living together for three months. She wants to divorce me." I hope this will reassure him. I don't know where he comes up with this notion that Mulder and I don't want to be a part of his life now.

As for Mulder, I don't know yet. I can't force him to remain with Alex. I want to beat his ass and tie him to my bed but I know that's not going to happen.

Alex is just pouting, not really believing me.

"Mulder? Please tell Alex you aren't leaving us. You're just going to get your affairs squared away in DC before you come back here, right?"

"Of course, Walter. I have to get things squared away, Alex." He says this, turning to Alex. "If I'm moving in with you both, I have to take care of my own apartment and my things. Walter hasn't even found a place for us yet. I'm going to help him move out when we do find a place."

Alex is feeling threatened by us leaving him with Scully. She is being a trooper for staying with a moody postpartum man who is going to be missing Mulder and me.



MULDER

Shit, we can't leave without a big scene. I move towards the bed and look into his distraught eyes. I don't think he realizes he shows his feelings well.

"Alex, we won't leave you. We're going to come back as soon as we can. Don't you want Walter to find a good place to stay? His wife has the house and he has been living out of a temporary apartment." I hope this will help his fears.

I move closer when he doesn't seem to respond. I lift his hand and kiss it.

"I know we need more time, but there isn't any at the moment, not when there is so much to do."

Fuck it. I bend and kiss the pout from his lips. He opens under my kiss, and my tongue plays with his.



ALEX

Mulder starts kissing me. I kiss him back and put my hand on his neck. He responds very well to me, gets on the bed, kicks off his shoes and joins me under the blanket.

Just when his hand lands on my hip I get it. Of course, what else can be on Mulder's mind than sex?

I can't satisfy a man now. Well, I don't want to. I gave fucking birth a while ago and I'm too tired to breathe let alone to think of sex.

I try to kiss him innocently, but end up with Mulder's tongue fucking my mouth. Pushing him away is not an option. What if good sex is the only thing, besides the squealers, of course, I can keep them with?

I whimper. And that's just plain stupid. Even Charles, by my moans and whimpers, could never tell when I was hurt and when – pleasured. Well, he never really tried, that's right, too.

Skinner gets under the blanket on the other side; I feel his torso pressing close to me.

They can't be so insane as to fuck me up the ass. No. Really, I might be unsure of other things but this. If they want something else, well, I won't die from that.

So, I stop whimpering.



MULDER

I didn't intend to go further than a kiss, but it seems Alex needs some reassurance. He is playing the innocent virgin and I can't help but be turned on by that. I know it's more tiredness and pain, but I want him to know I will - we will be thinking about him when we're in DC.

My mouth trails down to his ear and I nibble while one of Walter's hands is caressing his abdomen gently as he licks Alex's neck.

Alex is about to say something, but Walter turns Alex's head to him and covers Alex's mouth with his.



SKINNER

Mulder has pulled off the hospital gown that Scully had put on Alex and I get a wonderful view of his back and sweet ass. Mulder's mouth is trailing down Alex's neck to his collarbone. While I bite small nips and licks down Alex's smooth back.

Alex has been on his side so he won't put pressure on his butt. Scully said it would help him heal faster. My left hand is caressing his hip as my tongue and teeth tease his skin.



MULDER

Alex may not respond much to my nipple play but I just love to turn those beauties into hard, wet points. I love his sexy panting from Walter and my ministrations. His hands are in my hair, as I tease him mercilessly with my lips and tongue.



ALEX

I'm still breathless from what they did to my neck. Goddamn bastards, licking from both back and front. They know how horny it makes me just from one side.

Mulder is sucking on my nipples, looking blissful. He must be drinking my juice; I guess that's what would most likely cause that half naughty, half ecstatic expression.

It feels safe to have Walter, not Mulder close to my bare ass, the most vulnerable place... and it's all fine until Walter moves back up to my neck, and I feel his hard dick pressed right to my butt.
Involuntarily, I flinch. "Walt, I... I... please," escapes before the thought has even really taken shape in my brain.

"Don't, baby. I'd never hurt you." I hear close to my ear. "This is not even about us wanting something from you."

I'm sure in this moment he raises his eyes and looks at Mulder as if he'd wanted to kick some sense into him.

"This is about you, Alex. We want to make you feel good. Just lie back and enjoy, baby; this is the least we can do for you, after what you..." does it just seem to me that his throat is closing or is it
really? "...have done for us."

And that mouth lands on my neck. And I moan again.

I find myself sandwiched between two hot bodies, caressing me, licking me and teasing me. It's almost like I have two sex slaves, my own, pleasing me. Their hands are everywhere... almost everywhere, and it's amazing how well they know my body, all the spots which get me going.

I feel... not lost, not any more.

Skinner whispers endearments in my ear. His hands are caressing my belly and my shoulders, sliding down there occasionally and playing with my balls, his teeth digging into my burning flesh. Mulder's cock is pressed to mine, and we are rubbing them together; his tongue thrusts deep into my mouth. I wrap my hand around our cocks. Gasp, when he slaps my thigh lightly. Groan, when he pulls back my foreskin and does the same to the tip of my cock.

They drive me further and further.

My head is spinning around.

My arms get pinned down behind my back by a strong hand ... rhythmical, light slaps land on my thighs, wet tongue and teeth tease my neck mercilessly...

I moan and beg for more.

Somebody grabs my rigid cock and a hot, wet mouth surrounds me.

The torture of my neck goes on, driving me crazy; I start thrusting my cock down the man's throat, seeking my release.



SKINNER

I move down, away from his neck, which is wet and marked from my and Mulder's attentions. I bite on his shoulder and then down to his elbow where he gasps from my teeth teasing the sensitive flesh there.

My hand is on his hip, where he is trying to thrust up into Mulder's hot mouth, but I won't let him. I don't want any of the sutures to come lose. I'm sure there will be marks there on his alabaster hip
tomorrow.

My mouth trails down to nip at his quivering hip then I bite one round buttock and he cries out, half in pain and half in delight. He stiffens and I hear Mulder swallowing him down.

When I pull away to see my handiwork, I grin with glee at the mark I left on him. He is all mine and there is my mark to prove it. Forensics could easily spot who he belongs to with the mark I left on that sweet ass.

Mulder is cleaning him up completely and Alex is thoroughly out of it.

I move away and Mulder does as soon as he is finished. He pulls the sheet over Alex's passed out form then he smiles at me. I pull him to me to taste Alex in his mouth. Mulder tastes amazing mixed with Alex's flavor.

We quietly move out of the room to take care of our own needs. I think now is a good time to depart. I hate to be Scully when he wakes up.

ALEX

I wake in the morning, and don't understand at once what's so strange.

I'm sleeping on my stomach.

And I'm alone in my bed. I'm not sick. I feel okay. Well, the nightmare is over.

I get out of the bed to find the men. Obviously for some kind of reason they thought it would be better for me to sleep alone. Maybe they do care about the fact that I gave birth yesterday.

Mulder's sofa is abandoned. The room where Skinner used to sleep sometimes, too. The cars are gone. I think I'm gonna scream with anger... but it's not me who screams. It's Scully. She was sleeping on the couch in the den and spots my cock at her nose waking up. Well, I didn't bother to put on any clothes when I got out of bed.

She looks like shit. Bet my ass the woman hasn't slept any. So, instead of yelling, I find myself asking her what has happened.

"Babies. They were up all night, hungry and everything. God," she yawns, "you are one lucky man not to have to bring them up alone."

Oh yeah, I'd like to be that sure.

"How are you?" she asks. "How do you feel?"

"Well, they didn't fuck me last night, so I'm okay," I reply. I'm not sure if she likes my answer, but, what the heck, we are all humans, and it's nobody's fault she has somehow become so stiff and formal.

The woman makes an attempt to get up, but I stop her. Well, she's not the one to suffer if those bastards decided to take off.

"Get some sleep. I'll feed the kids if they wake. And I'll take care of myself too, I'm fine now."

"Don't eat any solid foods, only liquids, Alex, you know..."

"I know, Dana, I'm not that dumb. Just sleep, okay?"

She puts her head back on the pillow with a deep sigh.

I walk into the kitchen. Pour myself a glass of milk, drink it, pour another and sit at the table. Don't feel like having anything else.

The sun is shining outside. I wonder why I never can really enjoy it.

They couldn't have stayed one single day with me after all I went through.

It's quite obvious they don't give a shit about me and my needs. Well, and what would be the basis of ensuring that they're gonna have something to do with me? I don't have anything, therefore why would they keep me? The babies can be taken away. Just my bare ass? I really shouldn't overestimate it. Especially now when it's sutured.

Maybe that's why they are gone.

I want to sit outdoors. I'm bored to death with spending all the time in bed in that damned room. In the wardrobe I manage to find my jeans. There are a couple of T-shirts, too, but I doubt if I can wear any of them - I may have to feed the fuckers.

Well, I'm not going to stand at the stove and cook Scully's vicious slops. They will have nothing but my nipples while she's sleeping.

At last I find some kind of vest. My boots are gone so I take the rubber slippers I was wearing indoors, and go get the squealers.

The fuckers are sleeping. They look so damn small. I... actually I don't hate them. I know how long Mulder and Skinner must have been drooling over them before they left, very different than the way they treated me - I doubt they threw one glance at me before taking off. But I don't hate the little ones. They aren't fucking at fault for my situation.

I don't like them either.

One basket under one arm, the other under the other arm, I walk towards the forest. Put them on the ground and sit down, leaning against the tree.

It feels quite good for a while. Until a shrill baby's wail shatters the silence of the woods. I grab the fucker and put it to my nipple but the idiot won't calm down. And the other joins in.

Too bad. It's certainly not safe to have babies squalling here in the open. I throw them back in their baskets, grab them up and run back to the house.

Once there, I'm out of my breath.

The fuckers yell as if somebody was going to split their throats open.

I take both of them and put each to its own nipple. No reaction. Try to rock them, shake them, they start screaming even higher, if that is possible at all.

"What the heck is wrong with you, idiots?" I yell at them, and that is the moment when Scully shows up at the door, looking still fast asleep.

***

She changes the diapers of one squealer, showing me how to do it - I'd rather never have to assist that again, let alone do it myself - and checks the other who's not soiled. Yet.

Then she returns to her couch, and I go to the den to log onto the Internet.

A couple of hours later the phone rings. I don't pick it up. It's either Mulder or Skinner, and I don't want to speak to any of them.

***

In an hour the phone rings again. I could care less, with a kid in my lap, sucking on my nipple.

I wonder if this time I'll have enough food for them in me; I know I should eat something... well, drink, eating is not an option. But I don't want to. It's so fucking ridiculous; I feel like stealing.
Taking something what's not meant for me, because my job is done and I'm not wanted here any more. Well, I've stolen more precious things than a glass of milk and still have never felt like this. Something is really wrong with me. Really, really wrong.

What if I read 'you're a thief, liar and traitor, and you're living on us here and why you try to impose yourself on us' in their eyes when they arrive? If they do, that is.

I think I'm afraid to death that I might find that in their look; I just don't accept I am.

I don't want to be with Charles anymore. Anything, but not to be forced to go through all this once again.

And I can't fucking make myself play the sweet little whore for them. I wish someone would whip me so I shape up.

The green-eyed one doesn't need much food. He seems quite satisfied with what I can give him. Problems start with the other one. I don't have enough for him and he begins to cry; I bring him to the master bedroom so Scully doesn't wake up and appear at the door again.

It has been ten minutes when I start seeking the kitchen wondering how to make Scully's slops to shut the damn squealer up. She showed me several days ago, okay, I didn't give a shit back then.

I find a bowl with something white in it in the fridge, but how can I be sure that they won't die if I feed them with whatever this is? And then the father will kill me. We can't have that.

So, I have to wake up Scully. She lifts her head from the pillow, hair all over her face.

"What?"

"That stuff in the fridge - is it for feeding the kids?"

"Ye-es," Scully yawns. When I'm already closing the door she shouts after me, "Warm it up first!"

Alex the fucking babysitter.

Back in the kitchen, I do as she says. I wonder if the temperature is okay. Well, I would drink it if I were a hungry kid.

When I walk into the room with the bottle in my hand, he's asleep.

***

In the evening while we're sitting in the den, reading, I try to talk to Scully about the uterus.

How big a chance could I have to remove it if it wasn't even possible to perform a c-section - zero or zero point one? Still, I don't want to live the rest of my life as partly, hell, yes, a woman; not even if I can live with Skinner and Mulder.

"Alex, I don't know what technology they have used to build all this inside you but I'll venture to say I doubt it if there is a chance those devices are available to us. I'll certainly try to gather some
more information, but, let's be real, I'm quite sure that most likely such an operation could be lethal. And I won't do anything that would endanger your life."

What else did I expect?

I look at her for some longer. She reaches over the coffee table and puts her hand on mine.

Geez, when could've I imagined I'd need comfort from Scully? But I do. Fuck, more than she might think.

I lower my eyes, saying nothing, and return to my book.

I've been looking somewhere between the lines and letters for quite a while when Scully speaks up again.

"Did you take your medicine?"

Of course I did. How the heck could I've known I can't drink milk while my ass is torn to hell?

I nod.

"Why don't you want to speak with Mulder? Or Skinner?" she continues.

"I had to take a leak."

"Not each time when they wanted to talk to you. What's wrong, Alex?" She leans towards me again.

I don't answer, just stare into my book.

"If I call them now will you talk to them?"

Fuck, can't she just leave me alone?

"I'll talk to them. Another time. Tomorrow. I'm tired, I just want to rest."

This shuts her up. Good. Tomorrow is another day.

***

MULDER

Scully thinks I may need to return sooner than later. Alex isn't doing very well with the babies. She thinks he may feel slighted because Walter and I left him. She said some of it may be post partum depression, but she also may think we don't care for him.

The Gunmen have helped move all my shit in storage. Walter has put my fish tank in his apartment, though he grumbled that he would have to take care of it. Tough titty.

Walter refuses to give me assignments that take me far from the Hoover. The asshole. I feel chained to my desk. I get antsy and try to stick my nose in what the other agents are doing. He catches me and pulls me into his office. I swear he was about to bend me over his desk.

I do my best to play him, telling him I was only lending a helping hand.

"Mulder, I know you want to return to work, but how much do you think you can do with our babies waiting for us?"

"Are you telling me I can't work on my X-Files, Walter? I had no idea my job would be put on hold and I have to stay at home and play housewife!"

Walter sighed and put his thumb and index finger up to the bridge of his nose.

"You know Alex will be feeling the same way. I can take a leave of absence for awhile, but no sense in doing that until we have a place to move in to."

I pout for a bit. That usually either pisses him off or sends his libido soaring.

"Ok, Walter. I, uh, heard from Scully. She thinks one of us should return sooner than later. Alex is acting depressed. She thinks he may think we don't care for him."

"You've finished moving?" he asks me.

'Yeah, the Gunmen helped me out. Everything's squared away on my end."

"Then I'm giving you a two week vacation, Mulder. Go back and help Alex with our children."

I glare at him and squeeze my fists tightly at my sides.

"Mulder, calm down. It will take that long to find a house then who knows if the house will be ready to be moved in to? No way will I let my baby live in a dangerous living situation."

I sigh. He's right. It will be a while to find a place. We may end up as far away as Charlottesville at this rate.

"Fine, Walter. I'll go."

He grins widely then takes my hand and pulls me into his private bathroom. He pushes me against the wall and growls,

"Don't you know how much I wish I could be there with you? With both of you? With our children?"

I look into his deep chocolate eyes and nod my head. "I know, Walter."

"Good." He then presses his mouth over mine.

I return his kiss but he pulls away before we can do much more.

"Get going, Mulder, that's an order."

I leave in a huff, not liking to be ordered about but I know if I stay, we would be doing much more than locking lips.

I return to my office, grab my suit coat then head on down to my car. There are two thugs waiting for me. Oh fuck!

"You're presence is requested," the more intelligent looking of the two said.

I sigh and follow them to a limo. They open the door and inside are a cloud of smoke and Spender. Just great.

"Just the person I've been meaning to talk to for some time."

I groan internally but decide that saying nothing is the smartest thing at the moment.

***

CSM

The man looks frightened. Not in a picturesque way like Krycek; but I can sense it. Well, he isn't waving a gun in my face. This is an adult talk.

He sits besides me in the car.

I wonder how many people are here in the USA who aren't disturbed by smoke. It is ridiculous, how they twist and turn, just not to inhale it. Healthy lifestyle. Ha, as if somebody won't die at the end. Never have met this stupidity in Tunisia.

Fox feels the same, uncomfortable as everyone, just tries not to express it. Nice change, in comparison to his A.D.

I lean back in the chair, inhale and speak.

"So, what do you know of the whereabouts of Alex Krycek?"

"He is your henchman. I think you should know better where you've put him after you marched him off as the bitch of the FBI."

I always liked his guts.

"You are protecting the wrong man here," I continue. "Should I tell you who gave Duane Barry the address of Ms. Scully?"

This time he doesn't answer, turning quite silent instead. This is strategically satisfying moment.

"I don't wish you ill, son," I say.

"I'm not your son!" A momentarily reaction follows.

"Well, that is still a disputable question."

He turns towards me, scintillating anger.

"I don't want to listen to your dirty speculations. You're nothing but a liar."

With a little smile I pull the photo out of my inner pocket and hand it to him.

"We used to be close friends," I explain, as he glares at me and Bill, "Your foster-father probably hasn't been telling you that we used to work together. I was a frequent guest at your home. Your
mother was very fond of me. Maybe because I did better than her husband, maybe because I treated her with greater respect. You probably don't believe me and assume that the photo has nothing to do with your origin. Well, we can take a paternity test any time."

"Screw your paternity test!"

He believes me. Part of him believes. I feel fear in his bravado; he's accepting the possibility. I smile.

"Let's return to Krycek then, shall we?"

He isn't about to answer. His eyes are fixed on the covering of the seat in front of him. Maybe I'm giving him too much information at once, but he'll deal with it if he's my son.

"The man, whatever scum he is," I continue, "will be in labor soon, I guess within two weeks. You've transported a hospital bed and some monitors to that little house of Scully's, but that's pretty poor supply. You must understand, son, that he might not endure the pain and the overload, something might not operate well in his body - and you won't be capable of providing necessary help. The same goes for the babies. So I insist on our doctors midwifing the labor in a neutral location, which I'll offer to you. I'm sure that one of the babies is yours. You don't want your little heir to die, do you?"

***

MULDER

I ignore the fantasy that he's my biological father. Such a notion is ridiculous and irrelevant. As for whether Dad... I don't know. I'd have to do some searching first. But now he brings up Alex and the babies. My stomach is clenched in fear. I hadn't been fearful of him until now.

"Never. You won't get your hands on him again!" I growl.

He doesn't seem impressed by my anger. In fact, he seems amused by it. Such an evil, black lunged bastard! I refuse to sink to his level.

He blows smoke and me and says,

"There are things that you can do to ensure that neither Krycek nor his babies are harmed. You must realize, though, certain conditions are to be met for this reason."

The asshole doesn't know the babies have been born. Fuck, maybe I should talk this over with Walter and Alex.

***

CSM

He remains silent. I almost feel his fear and confusion thickening in the air.

I expected this would be more difficult than it turns out to be. At the beginning I was even considering the possibility to just send an ops squad in and bring Alex back. It would have been a mistake. Seems, my son cares about my little whore.

"Let's be real, son. There's no evidence of who has performed the operation on Krycek. The babies are expected to be normal, without any aberration. There is no proof. Well, a pathologist might write in the report what he has found in the man's abdominal cavity, but that means nothing. Care will be taken of our little failure of nature. Such things happen," I light another cigarette. "Therefore, you see, he can't provide you with anything. You might as well just return him to where he belongs. I'll cover your expenses, his feeding, clothing, medical care, whatever else you have spent on him."

Mulder has satisfying restraint capabilities; he just doesn't use them in most situations when it would be rational. Right now, only by a barely observable change in his face, I note how desperate he is. Especially after I mentioned the pathologist.

"I don't need proof," he answers. "I don't keep him as evidence. The man has suffered enough. He stays with me."

At this point my suspicion is validated. The way Mulder says it doesn't leave any doubts he has fallen for my little expectant one. And that means a sacrifice is to be made for the sake of the Project. It is something Mulder still should learn - to put strategic, long-term interests over your personal ones. Well, at least when you've made a mistake and therefore can't take sufficient care of the last ones.

I love Alex.

The way I didn't love my wife. It was back at high school when I loved a girl in the same strong way I love Alex now. She ended up not being suitable for my desires.

I inhale and turn back to Mulder.

"You sound very confident, son. Let's straighten this out. The doctors assisting at the labor isn't a proposal. It's a demand. The new mother and your little heir will be returned to you, but we need
to ensure that first you can protect those two lives. If you were investigating an X-File somewhere in Texas, they could be slaughtered at your home while you're away. I think you understand what that means."

***

MULDER

The bastard, he is threatening me with Alex and my baby's lives! He's nothing but a coward!

"Don't you dare threaten me, Spender! If you want me to protect the lives of innocent children, then don't threaten them!"

Spender seemed to ignore my anger and blew smoke as if dismissing me.

"You know what has to be done, Mulder. If you want to talk it over with Alex, then do so, but I must insist that it be soon. The babies should be due any day now."

I wasn't about to tell him that Alex had the babies already, not without talking it over with Alex and Walter first.

"I will talk it over with Alex, then I will get back with you."

***

CSM

"You have a cell phone, don't you?" I exhale.

"Alex is vulnerable now, it will be better if I talk to him in person. I can't make this decision on my own," Mulder raises objections.

"Vulnerable? If you can't talk to him on the phone, make the decision yourself. Since when is his opinion needed? I never bothered with something like that," I answer.

Vulnerable. Just the way I like him. Naked, trussed up, whipped, pleading, screaming... screaming... screaming.

My pregnant commie bitch. I think I should reconsider this again. Maybe it isn't worth it to renounce him in my son's favor. How dangerous would Mulder get with his little investigations, his nosing about the Project, if I leave him his baby, but take Alex away? Maybe I should send the squad to West Virginia and finish this business.

Another dilemma, my son versus my bitch.

Mulder is talking, trying to prove why he has to speak to Alex.

He probably expects me to decline his weak, made-up objections. But our conversation is over. I turn towards him.

"Well, let's agree on that our doctors midwifing the labor, my son and your consideration on how you're going to protect the lives dependent on you would be the first sign of your collaboration which might result in the agreement to leave your heir and Krycek with you. You're my son, and that is probably the only reason I'm talking to you instead of taking what is mine. Go, now. I think I'll pay you a visit later to hear what you have to say."

Mulder doesn't hesitate and scrambles out of the car.

I inhale deeply, thinking of Alex. One phone call to make, and my bitch would be back at my feet. Naked, pregnant, trembling with fear. This very evening.

He loves powerful men.

***

MULDER

Fuck, I have to talk to Walter. I think we all need to be face to face to discuss this. Now that the smoking bastard knows where Alex is, there's no sense in covering up. He probably knows Walter is involved, he just doesn't know in what way.

I feel like a lead weight is in my belly. I get back into the elevator and get my cell phone out. I dial him straight away.

"Skinner," he barks, which normally would have me jumpy but now makes me feel so much better.

"Walter, you won't believe the little tete-a-tete I was involved in just moments ago."

Skinner paused before continuing, "You're not cheating on us already, Mulder?"

I laughed. "I'd kill myself before that smoking bastard ever came near me."

Skinner inhaled sharply.

"What did he want?"

"Alex and the babies, of course. But he thinks Alex hasn't given birth already. He wants his pet back, Walter."

"Fuck him, Mulder. What did you tell him?"

"I said I had to talk it over with Alex. I didn't mention your name, but I can't imagine he doesn't know that you are a part of this. I just don't know how much he knows about you. He certainly is under the impression one of our babies is his."

The elevator door opens and I say, "Be there in a bit, Walter." I click off the cell phone.

Kim greets me and motions me into Walter's office. Once I shut the door behind me, Walter interrogates me.

"What happened, Mulder?"

I tell him from the beginning and he is pissed off. I can tell he feels guilty as well. As if it was his fault they found out where we have Alex.

***

SKINNER

No way will I let them get their hands on Alex or the babies! I will kill him with my bare hands!

"I think we should leave tonight, Walter, together," Mulder distracts my fugue state.

"Your right, baby. We should be together and discuss what is best for Alex."

I don't realize that I'm standing with my coat in my hand, staring into space until Mulder says,

"Walter, we going or not?"

"Yeah, come on."

I tell Kim to tell everyone I'm leaving early today, will return all calls tomorrow. She nods her head and gets busy. I tell her she can leave early too, as soon as she can. She smiles and waves us goodbye.

In moments we are out of the elevator and in our cars, we agree to stop by my place so I can grab a few things. Just want to make sure I have what I need if I'm going to stay the night at the Scully house.

***

On the way, Mulder is anxious, worried about Alex's reaction to this. He is certain Alex may try to flee. The little brat better not, if I have to sit on him the whole time, I will, damn it! I love him, fuck, and if I have to spank his ass until it bleeds to get the point across, I will!

Mulder says, "Walter, I don't think you have anything to worry about. I think it's really between me and him. I don't think he trusts me and I don't think he knows how I feel. Hell, I'm uncertain of his feelings for me, too."

I let Mulder hold my hand. I know he hates to be so emotional, but it's one of the things I respect about him, he isn't afraid to show how much he cares.

***

When we arrive, Scully greets us at the door, surprised to see us.

"I didn't expect both of you..."

Mulder hugs her. Damn, Mulder is definitely worried.

"What's wrong?" Scully asks.

"Inside, Scully."

She nods and leads us into the house. Alex has one of the babies in his arms. He looks so beautiful. I go to him and kiss him.

"I've missed you so much, Alex," I tell him.

***

ALEX

I'm feeding Skinner's kid when they both arrive, unexpected.

For a little moment I feel a nagging fear that this is the point when they tell me to get the fuck out. But it doesn't make sense. The best way to say that is by phone.

I hear their voices in the anteroom; fuck, I didn't even realize until now how much I want to see them. My heart is racing like a damn horse.

And they come straight to me. No searching for babies in the cribs, no cooing over them for half an hour before they spot my presence. When Walter kisses me, and I see Mulder behind him, damn sexy in his long coat, I think I feel better than I've ever felt in my life.

They will take me with them, now. They want to be with me.

I kiss Walter back, and then turn my attention to Mulder.

"I didn't hope this would happen," I utter. "I... I don't need anything else, just to be with you, guys."

They exchange looks. Mulder nods.

"What?"

Walter squats at me and puts his hands on my thighs.

"Mulder has something to say to you. Please, take this easy, Alex. Remember, we're here to protect you," he says and I lift my eyes to Mulder.

"Alex, I... um... had a talk with a man you know... Smoker paid me a visit," he says and my air supply is cut from my lungs.

"He knows our whereabouts, but doesn't know you've given birth already. He wants his doctors to assist in the labor. He thinks one of the babies is his and wants it for himself. I think he wants you
back."

My heart goes weak.

"I came here with Walter to figure out the best way for me to handle this. We must think of the best thing to do," Mulder continues. "What I should say to him."

Seryozha starts to cry. I wonder what's wrong again. Maybe I've run dry.

Doesn't matter.

"I already gave birth. You can't stuff them back into me and I won't let anyone do it," I say, and just then the real meaning of what they have told me kicks in. I eye Mulder, horror spreading through my body with the speed of light.

"Please, don't give me back to him. Please, please, take pity on me."

"We won't give you back to him. Calm down, Alex," I hear Walter's voice.

Seryozha is screaming as if somebody were cutting him into pieces. Maybe I've gripped him too hard, holding against my chest, but I won't let the Consortium hurt this kid. He's so little and helpless. That isn't gonna happen.

I relax my arm. It doesn't help. I bend my head over him and close my eyes, desperately trying to think.

I must leave. If Cancerman wants me he'll coerce them until he'll get me. Me and this baby. Maybe I was right before, and they don't even need me so much, just the kids.

I must leave.

Somebody takes the screaming child in my arms and tries to free it.

"No," I protest. The pulling, gently, continues. "NO!" I yell into the intruder's face, raising my head sharply. It's Skinner. He releases his hands. I press the kid to my bare chest. Stupid illusion of safety.

"You don't understand," I continue, my throat closing. "If he wants me he will put pressure on you until you give me away... He'll beat me... he'll torture me because I ran away from him. He'll knock me up and make me go through this again. He will send Sergei to be tested on. He might send me, too. There are... there are test subjects, I have seen them... they look more terrible than lepers..." I try to wipe Seryozha's little face and bite into my fist, incapable of holding back my own wail.

***

MULDER

Walter looks at me with fear and worry. Damn, I have to be the strong one here?

"Alex, we won't ever let them take you away. I promise. They will have to remove you from my dead body and Walter's. Right?" I ask, looking at Walter for support.

"That's right, Alex. We won't let them take you or our babies from us. I promise."

We stay back from Alex, knowing he is in a panic. We don't want to pressure him. I can tell Walter is anxious to hold Alex in his arms.

My stomach clenches. The only thing I know is, if that smoking asshole insists on it, I will put myself through his tests before I let Alex go through that again and never our babies. Never!

"Alex, I would give myself to Spender before I let him take you again. Do you understand? Never you or our babies, I won't let that happen!"

I hope he understands what I'm trying to say. Walter looks anxiously at me when I say that I would give myself up instead of letting them take Alex. He is not happy with that idea, but it's how I feel.

"Mulder..." I shake my head at Walter's concerned voice.

"I will, that's what I will say to him. He can't have them, but he can have me."

***

ALEX

"You don't fucking know what you're talking about," I cut Mulder off. I put the baby on the couch I have been sitting on, get up and go to Mulder. I grab him by the coat.

"I've been there. I know what it might be like. Don't fucking dare say that to him. Don't. Fucking. Dare." I growl through tears.

He looks surprised... angry... I don't know, I don't study his emotions. Clutched into his coat I pull him down with me, on his knees, and hug him, so tight probably even vacuum isn't left between us.

"Please, don't do that. Please," I whisper, his dry cheek against my wet one, my fingers in his hair; I think I hear his heartbeat, or maybe they are mine... ours, all mixed together. "Please, Fox. I know him. I must think. I just can't, right now; I will. Just please, please, love, don't do that. Don't do that."

***

MULDER

Damn, I didn't intend to frighten him so. Shit, is there anything I can show or say to him that will prove to him how much I want him to be safe, to be with us, with our babies? If that means I will give myself to that smoking bastard, I will. I know now, though, I can't say that to Alex - he will freak.

"Alex, I won't, I promise, I won't do that. I will ask him what else he would prefer instead of taking you or our babies. Whatever it is, I will do whatever it takes."

I hope to hell this will appease Alex. I hold him in my arms. I look over and Walter has the baby now, changing his diaper. The baby is quiet now while I hold Alex in my arms.

***

ALEX

"I know, what," I sob. "The FBI... the X-Files... don't hit me, please, but, he... he's... genetically... close to you... he likes you... use... use it."

Fuck, I realize that I'm literally trembling.

"We... we can't fight the windmill. It's stupid. I'll write him an email... confess... that I gave birth... that morning sickness started... before he returned from his fucking Europe," I keep speaking. "Tactically... correct. Don't you have bugs, Fox? ...There is surveillance now... outside, at least. He'll arrive... come to me... maybe tomorrow. Don't know. They mustn't get Sergei," my brain works clearly until I picture what might be done to my little, helpless bundle.

They will knock me up; make me produce even more such bundles.

This time they will keep me strapped to the bed. He'll never give me an epidural. Anesthetic. Whatever.

Over and over again.

The insane horror is back, closing my throat. I clasp Mulder's back, pressing my cheek against his, trying not to emit any sounds.

"Alex, you remember I said I want to take care of you and your babies, to protect you? This is what I meant," it's Skinner's voice, somewhere. It's probably him who touches my waist 'cause Mulder's arms are around my shoulders.

"Yes," I try to manage a decent answer, but instead of the actual word my throat emits just a choked gasp.

***

SKINNER

Scully takes Sergei from me.

"I won't let anything happen to you, baby, I promise," I say softly, moving closer.

My arms move around them both, I plaster the front of my body against the back of Alex, hoping to comfort him. He seems to calm a bit, but it takes a while before the tenseness in his body slowly eases.

Mulder bends and kisses the tears from Alex's face. They look so beautiful. I can't believe they're mine. I will kill anyone who tries to take them from me.

We hold each other for a good long while, just enjoying the closeness and giving Alex time to calm down.

Once it seems a reasonable time, I suggest, "How about going into the bedroom so we can spend some time together, just us?"

Alex nods his head. I'm happy he's eager for this. Mulder looks pensive, he's probably worried about hurting Alex again. I wonder the same thing. I wish I could snap my fingers and make it all go away, but I can't.

We move away from each other reluctantly and head for the bedroom. Scully is looking after the babies in the den. I don't know how we can thank her for all her help, but I think we can think of something later. Right now all I want to do is hold my lovers in my arms.

***

MULDER

We lay in each other's arms, not saying a word, until it's dark and Scully brings the babies to us. Alex takes Joshua and Walter takes Sergei.

"Go ahead and sleep, Dana," I say, wanting my partner to get some rest since she has been so wonderful throughout all this.

She smiles tiredly then leaves us with the babies.

I get up and bring the carriages in from the den. Walter and Alex are feeding them. My heart feels like it's clenched tightly by an emotion I hardly recognize.

"Mulder? Why are you crying?" asks Alex.

I just shake my head, smile and bend to kiss him.

"I guess I'm just happy we're together, Alex."

Walter kisses me once I move from Alex.

"We'll deal with whatever comes our way, together. Is that alright?"

Alex and I both agree and then forget about anything else as Walter and Alex rock the babies to sleep.

Once the babies are asleep and are in their cribs, I kiss Alex softly on the lips while Walter runs his hands up and down Alex's body soothingly. My mouth kisses down to his ear and I whisper, "We love you, Alex, and want you in our life. We will do anything to accomplish that. Anything."

I nip his earlobe before he can say anything to that, and he moans. Walter's hand reaches around and grips Alex's dick through his sweat pants.

Alex's hand is unzipping my pants and taking my dick out. I hiss from the sheer pleasure of those fingers gripping so deliciously.

Walter pulls his own out and soon, Alex and I are running our mouths all over Walter's body. Our tongues tease him as well as each other. We grin as Walter is reduced to a blissed out lump on the bed.

Alex and I hump against Walter's warm, muscled body while we tease Walter with our hands and mouths.

Alex winces at one point, and I reach over and pat his ass softly.

"Hopefully, you will heal soon and Walter and I can have that sweet ass of yours again."

That puts a smile on Alex's face.

We moved against each other languidly for what seemed like hours, and it wasn't long before we were spent. Walter pushed us away after a while; needing to wash away all the spunk we'd left on him.

Alex and I smiled at each other and soon we joined our big bear daddy in the shower.

No matter what happened, it would be all right as long as we face it together.