Admission VIII- The Best Laid Plans

by Aries

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Rated NC-17 m/m sexual situations of the consensual and non-consensual
variety, bad language and violence

Web page: http://members.tripod.com/~ter_ma/aries/aries.htm

Summary: Another chapter from the world of Admission. The "asshole" at the
bar in A-V: Paradise Found, has a name...and a nasty plan. Angst, angst,
violence, schmoop, death of insignificant characters, schmoop, angst

Disclaimer: *Why* should they be CC's, huh? Answer me that! It's glaringly
obvious that he has no idea what to do with them! "*I* on the other hand...

Endless thanks to Nic, Orithain and Sue, for righteous beta and endless
squidge. As always, big hugs to the lovely Pat for not wanting to shoot me
everytime she finds another few pages in her mail. Love you all!

Dedicated to Laurissa for being so enthusiastic, not to mention wonderfully
sweet.

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The snow is in the north
An icy wind is blowin'
He sees that I don't know
You're losin' me babe
My eyes are filled with cryin'
For seven days now
If you don't come back to me
I fear the flood is comin'
You're losin' me
You're losin' me
You're losin'...me

From deep into the night
He sees that I don't know
A hurricane is ragin' in my emotions
The mist against the rise
You're losin' me babe
My heart is ever changin'
For seven days now
If you don't come back to me
I say the flood is comin'
You're losin'...me
You're losin' me
You're losin'...me

Rain on my face is like a river
All I can do is let it run
Ice in my blood that makes me shiver
I need your smile to bring me back the sun

If you don't come back to me
I see the flood is comin'
You're losin' me
You're losin' me
You're losin' me
You're losin' me.....

You're Losing Me
Zucchero

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The man moved smoothly through the crowd. The picture of serene elegance. He
nodded his greeting to several others as he passed them by, but never
stopped for conversation.

Attached to his side, arm wound through his, the young man scanned the room,
noting that there were several others like him. Pampered-looking and well
dressed. Alert and anxious. Ready to jump, with nothing more than a word or
a tiny crook of the finger of the men they were with.

He observed them, curious about their situations. Were they happy? Here by
choice, or were they like him? Prisoners, playing along with the game,
because it's all they *could* do...

One thing that he did notice that was different about most of them, was that
they were apparently able to talk and mingle with others. *He'd* never been
allowed.

A light tug brought his attention back to where it belonged.

Cold, gray eyes searched the room as the two men continued to move. A
delighted smile curved the older man's lips as he found who he'd been
looking for.

"Morgan!"

A short, snub-nosed, and altogether unpleasant looking man rose to his feet,
smiling.

"Justin, old man! How the hell are you?"

"Quite well. How was France?"

"Wonderful. Six months on the Riviera should be a requirement for everyone."

"Well," Justin chuckled, "Some of us *do* have businesses to run, you
know...did you uh...bring back anything *interesting*?"

"Sadly, no. I indulged in a couple of lovely dalliances, but none were
looking for anything beyond that." He eyed his friend's silent companion and
grinned. "I see *you* have a new one."

"Ah, yes. Matthew has been with me for about six months, now."

"Looks young."

"Twenty-four," Justin announced proudly.

The other man moved in for closer inspection. He cast a lascivious grin at
his friend. "May I?"

"Certainly."

The young man flinched as one pudgy hand rose to stroke his face.

"Soft."

Justin cocked one gray eyebrow. "Would you care to give him a try?"

The young man's head snapped around toward the sound of Justin's voice. He
stared in mute shock.

"That would be lovely. You really wouldn't mind?"

"Certainly not. Consider it my welcome home gift. Just remember my rules
about the face."

"I will." He leaned in and lightly nuzzled Matthew's ear. "You and I dear
boy, are going to have a marvelous time." He then turned his attention back
to the other man. "I really must run, now."

"Already? But the entertainment will be beginning soon."

"I know. I wish I could stay, but Malcolm Lang will have my head if I don't
get over to his place, tonight. I've been promising since I got back."

"All right then," Justin's voice oozed disappointment. "Call me this week
and we'll make arrangements for Matthew."

"Oh, I'll certainly do that. Goodnight, Justin."

"Goodnight."

The moment the other man was gone, Matthew turned wide, frightened eyes to
his companion.

"Justin...I don't...I don't want to...please..."

"I'm sorry, Matthew, did you say something?"

"I don't *want* to go with him. Please don't make me."

"Oh now darling," Justin cooed, stroking the younger man's hair, "Don't be
afraid. Just do what he says and everything will be fine. It's only for one
night."

"I can't, Justin. *Please*."

The older man curled his fingers in Matthew's hair, pulling to the point of
discomfort. His voice remained smooth and calm as ever. "You can and you
will. There will be no more discussion."

Matthew fell silent, letting the fear in his aqua eyes, do all the talking.

Justin changed the subject. "Now. It's time to prepare for the entertainment
portion of our evening."

"Pre..prepare?"

"Yes...oh, didn't I tell you?" The older man sighed. "Forgive me darling, it
would seem that old Justin is getting quite forgetful in his old age. *You*
are this evening's entertainment..."

********************

Fox opened his eyes upon hearing the sound of the front door. Before he
could utter a word of greeting, he found himself pinned under ninety pounds
of whining, wagging, excited, German Shepherd.

"Christ! Clyde, you are *not* a Pomeranian!" he complained, making a
half-hearted attempt at pushing the thirteen month old *puppy* off of his
chest.

An amused voice came from somewhere above his head. "He's glad you're home."

"Yeah, well, his enthusiasm is going to collapse a lung!"

Alex clapped his hands. "Okay, Clyde. You've had him long enough. My turn."

The dog hopped down, and just as Fox was trying to draw some air back into
his lungs, Alex pounced on him.

"Shit!"

"I'm glad you're home, too," the smoky voice purred just before Alex covered
his mouth in a long, hungry kiss.

Fox growled up at his lover after he was finally released. "I'm glad that
*you're* glad."

Alex planted another quick kiss on his lips, then lowered his head to Fox's
chest. "How was Detroit?"

"Dirty...and a colossal waste of time. Scully was pissed."

"Well, you couldn't know that until you got there."

"She kept saying even before we left, that she had a feeling that it'd turn
out to be a waste. Now I owe her a dinner."

Alex shook with silent laughter, but said nothing.

"....A *home cooked* dinner..."

The dark head lifted. "Oh, *I* get it. You get yourself into trouble with
Scully, and *I* have to bail you out."

Fox grinned up at him.

"You know, I remember you telling me once that you were going to learn to
cook, or was that just bullshit?"

Fox shrugged. "That was just bullshit."

"Yeah? Well guess what? *You're* going to make her dinner. *You*. By
your*self*."

"Alex..."

"I don't care if it's grilled cheese..."

"Alexei..."

"On paper plates..."

"I love you..."

"Forget it. You're not going to get me with that, *this* time."

Fox slid one hand down his lover's back a brought it to rest on the curve of
his ass. Holding Alex steady, he pushed up with his hips, grinding their
hardening cocks together. "Baby..." he moaned into the other man's ear.

Alex groaned softly, writhing slowly against him. "Shit...is baked stuffed
shrimp, okay?"

********************

The young man lay in a miserable heap on his bed. He'd only recently
returned from Morgan's house, and all he could think to do, was collapse
onto his bed and try to shut out the horrible memory of the man's touch, the
sickening smell of his aftershave...his hot, stale breath...

Matthew rolled over onto his back and winced. He immediately moved onto his
side, breathing deeply to try and quell the wave of nausea that accompanied
the rush of pain. His eyes welled with tears as he relived the whipping and
humiliation he'd been subjected to.

What was it with these men and beatings? Justin had him whipped on the odd
occasion as well, not so much for discipline, he'd learned long ago to
*behave*. It was more a reminder, Justin said. In *case* he'd ever
entertained any thoughts of rebellion.

The perverted bastard would sit there, stroking himself through his pants,
while the beating took place. Then, when it was over, he'd make Matthew get
down on his knees and suck him off, right then and there. Only after he'd
performed, was he allowed to clean up and have his wounds attended to.
Sometimes Justin himself, would bathe him and apply salve to the nasty red
welts on his back, all the while, cooing and purring at him, making the
agony ten times worse.

Morgan had him whipped last night, for the sheer pleasure of it. He made
Matthew get down on his hands and knees, and while he took him from behind,
another man kneeled in front of him, shoving his cock again and again down
his throat. Everytime he gagged, a third man would give him one lash with a
thick, leather belt. Eight lashes in all. Each one harder than the last. His
muffled screams only served to excite Morgan further. The man pounded
relentlessly into him, groaning heavily as he emptied himself into the young
man's trembling body. The man in front of him came seconds later, spurting
into his mouth and over part of his cheek and chin.

When they'd finished with him, Morgan ordered that he be cleaned up and
returned to Justin in the morning, along with a large fruit basket and a
note of thanks.

Matthew wept bitter tears of regret, wishing with all his heart that he had
not taken Justin up on his offer so many months ago. But the man was so
poised and elegant. And convincing. He'd wined and dined Matthew several
times. Bought him expensive gifts, promised travel and adventure...

Oh, it was an adventure, all right. One he'd never have wished on his worst
enemy. Now he was trapped, with no way that he could see, out of it.

He'd had opportunities. They were alone, plenty of times. He was young. At
least thirty years younger than Justin...he could probably easily overpower
the man...kill him if he needed to, but...he was weak. Not physically weak,
Justin saw to it that he was kept in shape. Made for a prettier picture,
when they went out together. His weakness lay in the mind. Justin had broken
him down so completely, it was impossible for him to even consider such
action.

So, this was it. This was his life. He was a toy. To be used and abused on
the whim of a rich man, who was apparently not unwilling to lend him out to
his friends. And when he was used up...when he'd served his purpose and was
no longer good looking and young...which at this rate, wouldn't be long at
all, he'd probably be disposed of and a new young, unsuspecting man would
take his place.

Matthew closed his eyes, wishing that he would never open them again.

********************

"Alex, why do you let him get away with this stuff?" Scully asked between
mouthfuls of the succulent shrimp. "*He* dragged me down to Detroit," she
complained, jabbing her fork in Fox's direction, "after I *told* him that it
was going to be a waste of time, from the word *go*. *He* owed me the
dinner, not you. How does he do it?"

Alex looked from Scully to his lover, who was resting his head on one hand,
and doing one of those irresistible, pouty things with his mouth. He shook
his head and replied, voice filled with adoration, "He plays dirty."

Three hours later, Scully thanked Alex for a wonderful meal, gave Fox a
disgusted grunt, and left.

The two men watched her pull away from the house, then closed the door. Fox
immediately wound his arms around Alex.

"Thanks, baby."

Alex locked his arms around Fox's waist. "You really want to thank me?"

A slow smile curved his lover's full mouth. "What, saying it wasn't enough?"

Alex displayed a flash of white teeth. "Did you think it would be?"

Fox leaned forward, and gently ran his tongue along Alex's lower lip. He
stopped, and turned gold-splashed eyes up to deep green. The gold
disappeared behind heavily-fringed lids, as he tenderly covered Alex's lips
with his own. Their tongues mated, stroking and tasting the faint flavor of
shrimp and wine.

Fox swept the interior of Alex's mouth once more, then broke the kiss. He
gave the younger man a knowing smirk. "Thanks, enough?"

Alex brought his hands around to the front of Fox's shirt and began to undo
the buttons, and back him toward the sofa. "Oh no, lisa...I'll let you know
when it's enough..."

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"Matthew! Darling, you're back." Justin swept into the young man's room and
seated himself at the edge of the bed. He reached out to stroke the light
brown head. "How was your evening?"

The young man shuddered at the question. Tormented, bloodshot eyes turned up
to look into he older man's face. "It hurts," he said in a small, unsteady
voice.

"Hmm? What hurts?"

"My...my back. He had...he had me...me..beaten."

Justin's expression turned faintly disapproving. "Did you misbehave,
Matthew?"

"No! No, I swear..I swear, I didn't. He just did it for...for fun. Please,
Justin. *Please* say you'll never make me go back there. He's terrible..."

"Now, now, Matthew. Calm yourself. It's all right. Morgan meant you no real
harm. He's just a bit frustrated, I think. He hasn't had a steady
relationship for quite some time." He leaned in to speak into the prone
man's ear. "You see...just between you and me, Morgan isn't the most
attractive of men in his older years. He can't even *buy* steady
companionship, and it's very upsetting for him. That story about his
encounters on the Riviera were just that. Stories. I happen to know that he
spent those six months very much alone. He's my friend, and I feel sorry for
him. That's why I sent you to him. To see if maybe you couldn't cheer him up
a bit. I *am* sorry that you didn't enjoy the evening." Justin eyed Matthew
intently. "It wasn't anything like you and I, was it?"

Matthew closed his eyes and fought to control the trembling of his lip.
"N-no."

"You love being in *my* bed, don't you, darling?"

"Yes...yes, Justin."

Justin smiled coldly and whispered, "Of course you do. I'd take you there
now, my love, but I have to be out of town for a few days."

"A few days?" Matthew didn't know whether to be relieved or hurt, that
Justin would leave him after what he'd been through.

"Yes, love. But don't worry, I shall leave explicit instructions with the
staff. As always, they will take excellent care of you in my absence. And
when I return, we'll have some time alone together. You would like that,
yes?"

Weary eyes flitted away. "Yes."

"Tres bien. Now, I must go." Justin planted a soft kiss on unresponsive
lips, then rose from the bed. He called over his shoulder, as he walked to
the door. "I'll bring back something nice for you." And then he was gone.

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"Have you got everything?"

"Yeah."

"You're sure?"

"Yes, Mother."

Alex gave his lover a playful swat on the ass. "One day, I'm just going to
let you leave without something important. *Then* you'll appreciate my
double checks."

"I managed just fine for *years*, Alex."

"Oh, okay. So you don't need *me*..."

"You know I didn't mean it that way."

Alex turned away and waited. Any second now...

He smiled as he felt Fox's arms come around his chest.

"You know I need you, baby..."

Unable to resist, Fox nuzzled the ear by his mouth, tickling the interior
with the tip of his tongue.

Alex giggled and shrugged away. "No, no. You're gonna be late if you start
that. If Scully's gotta wait for you one more time, she'll kill us both." He
picked up Fox's garment bag and headed for the door. "Let's go."

Fox followed the younger man out to the driveway, grumbling the entire time.
Alex popped the trunk, and he lifted his suitcase into the compartment.

As was their custom, they said their good-byes at home. Alex closed the
trunk and leaned against it, as Fox pressed into him.

"I'll call you when I get there," Fox promised, just before bestowing a
brief kiss on Alex's lips.

Alex nodded. "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too."

Mischievous smirk. "Even though you don't need me?"

Fox grasped a handful of dark hair and tilted Alex's head back, a bit. "What
did I tell you about that?"

"I don't know," Alex purred. "Remind me."

Fox's mouth came down hard on his, drinking in all the sweetness he could,
in the few seconds they had.

When they separated, Alex grinned at him, and rocked against his very
noticeable erection. "Better put your jacket on."

"Yeah, *thanks*."

"Any time."

Fox turned to Clyde, who had followed them out of the house, and was
standing at his feet. He scratched the dog's head. "Later, Clyde. Keep him
out of trouble, okay?"

The dog's tail swept back and forth in a wide, lazy arc, and he whined
softly.

"Okay, Clyde," Alex clapped his hands. "In the house. We gotta go."

The dog followed him to the house, and trotted inside. Alex closed the door
behind him, and when he returned to the car, Fox was waiting for him in the
passenger's seat. One more long kiss, and Alex pulled out of the driveway.

Scully was waiting outside of her building, when they arrived. She glanced
down at her watch, then gave Fox a scowl.

"What? Come on, Scully, we're not more than a few minutes late."

"It was *his* fault," Alex offered as he took Scully's bags from her and
laid them in the trunk.

"That's nice," Fox said, opening the rear door for Scully. "One little look
from her, and you just roll over on me..."

"As far as I'm concerned, one of you is just as guilty as the other," Scully
interrupted, as they all got into the car. "Let's just get going before we
miss our flight."

They arrived at the airport with time to spare. Alex stopped in front of the
terminal, and popped the trunk. As they removed the bags, Alex snuck a pinch
at his lover's ass, insuring that his flagging erection was revived. Fox
flinched and gave him a lustful glare. Alex smiled sweetly at him.

"Have a good trip. Be careful, both of you."

"I'll call you tonight," Fox said softly.

Alex nodded.

Scully tugged on Fox's arm and started to walk inside. "Thanks for the ride,
Alex. See you in a few days."

"Bye, Scully," Alex called, never taking his eyes off of his retreating
lover. Fox stopped at the doors, and glanced back once more. Alex puckered
his lips in a tiny trace of a kiss, and his lover smiled, before
disappearing inside the terminal.

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The elegantly dressed man stood at the wall-length window of his hotel room,
looking out at the panoramic view of the city, but not really seeing a
thing. He held the phone to his ear, listening to the profuse apologies of
the man on the other end.

"Mr. Saint James, please. I beg you to reconsider. Don't pull your accounts.
It was an honest error. One I guarantee you, will never be repeated. The
team at fault has been fired. Every last one of them..."

"It will take more than that, Mr. Phillips. Much more than that, before I
would even consider resuming our association."

"Give me your conditions, Mr. Saint James. I'll do everything in my power to
accommodate you."

Justin smiled. "I'll have to think on that, Mr. Phillips. I'll be in touch."

Before the voice on the other end could reply, Justin disconnected and
called to his assistant. "Frank?"

A good looking, middle-aged man of medium height and build, appeared from
the other room. "Yes, sir?"

"Call the club and tell Jerome that I'm in town, and that I'd like to drop
in this evening."

"Very good, sir." The man retreated into the room from which he had come,
leaving Justin to turn back to the view. One side of his mouth turned
upward, as he anticipated an amusing evening.

New York City was one of his favorite places to be.

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"I'm sorry Mulder, I just don't see the correlation." Even at this slower
pace, Scully had to walk twice as fast to keep up with her partner's long
strides. "*What* have three eviscerated transients got to do with a
blackout? This is New York. Both, I would guess, are fairly common."

"*Three* blackouts, Scully, all occurring at the same time as each of the
deaths. You don't find that just a little bit suspect?"

"No! When *better* to commit a crime? It's *dark*. Less chance of being
seen..."

"June ninth, twelfth, seventeenth, and twenty-second, nineteen ninety. Same
thing happened in Chicago. No killer was ever found. M.E. never could
determine what kind of weapon was used, either."

"Well, let's just wait until all the reports come back, okay? *Then* you can
start speculating."

Fox smiled and changed the subject. "The restaurant was great, wasn't it?
I'd like to take Alex there, sometime. He'd love it."

Scully observed her partner's wistful expression and shook her head. "It's
only been a day, Mulder."

"I know. I miss him, what can I say?"

They walked up to the entrance to their hotel, and stepped inside.

"You're going to call him the second you get in your room, aren't you?"

"*No*..." Fox grinned. "I'm going to take my jacket off, first."

They boarded the elevator, and traveled in silence, up to the third floor.
They stopped at Scully's door, and said goodnight. Once she was safely
inside, Fox unlocked the door to his adjoining room, and entered.

He removed his jacket and tie, flinging them across the back of a chair,
then fell onto the bed, and picked up the phone. He punched in his home
number, and waited only two rings before hearing the soft hello.

"It's me," he said in an equally soft tone.

"Have a good day?"

"Depends on what you call good, I guess."

"Good, is you having cracked this case, and calling to tell me that your
pretty ass is on a plane back home, tomorrow."

"It sucked."

"Damn."

Fox sighed into the phone. "I miss you, baby."

Brief silence, then, "What are you doing?"

"Talking to you."

"Lonely?"

"Very. You?"

"You know I am. We are you?"

"On the bed. Where are *you*?"

"Couch."

"Going to bed, soon?"

"I guess. Nothing else to do."

"Why don't you go, right now?"

"You don't want to talk to me anymore?"

"Of course I do. I just want to talk to you while you're in bed."

Silence.

"Are you going?"

"On my way...okay, I'm here."

Fox unbuttoned and removed his shirt, then started to unbuckle his belt.
"Get undressed and lie down."

More silence, then, "Okay."

"All your clothes are off?"

"Uh-huh. What about you?"

"Just....yeah. You haven't changed the sheets, have you?"

"No."

"You want to be able to smell me..."

"Yeah..."

"I can smell you if I close my eyes and concentrate..." Fox sighed softly.
"I can taste you..."

"Mmmmm....."

"What are you doing?"

"Suffering like you wouldn't believe."

"Why?"

Hoarse moan. "I need you."

"Close your eyes."

"They're already closed."

"Good. Think of us together. I'm there with you, baby. Right beside you,
kissing those lips. Can you feel my tongue inside your mouth?

"Yes...."

"What does it taste like?"

"Spaghetti sauce...Mountain Dew...double chocolate brownies..."

Fox laughed softly. "All that?"

"You asked..."

Another chuckle. "Can you feel my hand on your chest?"

"Yeah."

"Touch your chest, Alex. Skim your fingertips over the skin." Fox continued
to speak while he touched himself in the same manner. "Brush them over your
nipples." Alex's soft moan hardened his already solid erection, even more.
"Do you like that?"

"Yes," Alex breathed into the phone.

"It's my hand baby. Those are my fingers teasing you." Fox grasped his own
nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and pulled gently. "Pinch your
nipple, Alex." The soft gasp told him that his instructions were being
followed. "A little harder...twist it...that's right. I can hear you
panting. Is it good?"

"So good," the voice on the other end whimpered.

"I know. Do you want me to touch your cock?"

"Yes."

"Tell me."

"Touch my cock."

"Beg me for it."

"Fox, *please*. Please touch me. I need it so much."

"All right, baby." Fox moved his hand down to his own cock. "I need you to
touch me too. Easy though, okay?"

"Okay."

Fox's fingers moved slowly and gently over the length of his erection.
"That's it. Oh yeah, Alex. That's it. Nice and slow." A long, low moan
reached his ear, triggering an almost identical reaction. He circled the
head, spreading over it, the bead of fluid at the tip. "Play with the
head...is it slick?"

"Yes..."

"Taste it, Alex." Fox raised his fingers to his own mouth, and sucked on
them. "What does it taste like?"

"You."

Fox smiled into the phone. "I don't know about you, but I'm about ready to
explode. Will you come with me?"

"Yes, lisa. Please..."

"Wrap your hand around your cock." Fox did the same to himself. "It's me
squeezing you. I'm stroking you baby, loving you. I love your cock, Alex.
It's so beautiful."

The breathing on the other end grew erratic. "Fox..."

"My beautiful baby..." Fox's hand moved faster, and his clipped grunts
prompted Alex to quicken his pace. "Faster, Alex. Faster. Are you with me?
Come with me..."

"I'm with you...oh God, I'm..."

Alex's harsh cries were almost immediately followed by those of his lover.
They faded away, and all that was left were soft whimpers and heavy, rasping
struggles for breath. Alex was the first to recover enough to speak.

"You ever think of becoming a one-nine hundred operator? You'd make a
fortune."

Fox laughed softly into the phone. "You wouldn't really appreciate that
much, would you?"

"Actually, no. I don't want you talking dirty to anyone but me."

"Didn't think so."

"What time is it?"

"Uh...ten fifteen."

"I've got an early day. I should probably get some sleep."

"Yeah, okay."

"Hey."

"What?"

"That was nice. *Very* nice, but..."

"But what?"

"I want to fall asleep with my arms around you."

"I know. Soon, lisa. Just hurry up and get the damn case solved, okay?"

"I'll move it along as fast as I can."

"Okay. Go to sleep, now."

"Night, Alex."

"Goodnight."

Alex dropped the cordless phone onto the nightstand, and rolled out of bed.
He walked to the bathroom, washed the semen from his hand and stomach, then
fell back into bed, pulling one of Fox's pillows to his chest. He buried his
face in the soft cotton, inhaling the faint scent of his lover. His eyes
drifted shut, and he fell asleep, soon afterward.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Those are the conditions, Mr. Phillips. Take them or leave them."

"Well...um..." Phillips looked over the four page document. "I'll um...I'll
see what I can do. I'll let you know tomorrow..."

"You'll let me know, today. By four o'clock."

"But that's only three hours from now."

"Not exactly the can-do attitude I expect, Mr. Phillips. Maybe your company
is not the place for my accounts, after all..."

Justin rose to leave, but Phillips' pleading tone stopped him.

"No. Please. I'll make it happen, Mr. Saint James, I promise you."

"Now, that's an attitude I can respect. Very well, Mr. Phillips. You have
until four. Now, let's finish our lunch. This trout is too good to waste."

As Phillips dug into his lunch, Justin's attention was suddenly distracted
by the tall man in the dark blue suit, who had just passed them. His eyes
flicked over to the petite red-head walking beside him.

So familiar.

The couple was seated only two tables away, and when the hostess moved from
his line of sight, his eyes narrowed.

//It couldn't be. But it is. I would never forget one so beautiful. Imagine,
after all this time, seeing him again.//

He watched the man and woman for a few seconds, before another man
approached their table.

"Agent Mulder!" The short, skinny man reached the table. "I'm sorry, I
almost forgot. Are you going back to the M.E.'s office?"

"Yeah. After lunch."

"All right, then. Chief Evans said he'd meet you there."

"Okay, Cassidy. We'll be there in an hour or so."

"I'll let the chief know. Enjoy your lunch."

The man in the cheap suit retreated, leaving the couple alone.

//Mulder, Mulder. *Agent* Mulder.//

"FBI?"

"I'm sorry?"

Justin looked to Phillips, realizing that he'd said that out loud.
"Nothing." His eyes refocused on their target. "I must cut our lunch short,
Phillips. I just remembered a prior engagement. I'll expect to hear from you
at four."

Before the other man could respond, Justin rose from the table and walked
toward the entrance.

Fox talked softly with Scully, all the while, casting glances around the
nearly deserted restaurant. The man who had just risen from the table a few
feet away, caught his eye, and he stopped conversation.

"Mulder? Mulder, what's up? Why'd you stop in mid-sentence?"

Fox ignored his partner's questions, as he watched the man speaking to the
hostess.

"Mulder!"

"Scully, look at that man."

"What man?" By the time Scully turned around, she could only see the
retreating back. "The man leaving?"

"Yeah."

"What about him?"

"Remember that jerk at the club on Andros?"

Scully shook her head. "I remember the encounter, but I couldn't say as I'd
remember what he looked like, exactly. That was a long time ago, Mulder."

"I know, but I remember well, and I think it's him. In fact, I'd stake my
life on it."

Scully shrugged. "Okay...some coincidence, huh?"

"Yeah."

The appearance of the waiter in front of them, brought the conversation to
an end.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Justin! How are you, old friend?"

"Fine, Paul. Thank you for making time for me."

"Hey, all you ever have to do is ask. What is it I can do for you?"

"I would like some information on someone. Unfortunately, all I have is a
last name. *But*, I believe I know what his line of work is."

Paul smirked. "New prospect?"

Justin merely smiled. "Just see what you can find out, all right?"

"All right. What is the name?"

"Mulder."

"Uh huh. And what is it you think he does?"

"I believe he may be an FBI agent."

Paul's head snapped up. "*Really*."

"Can you find out for sure?"

"Well...yes...."

"I'll make it worth your while."

The other man nodded and began to tap at his computer. A few moments later,
he hit paydirt.

"I've come up with a Fox William Mulder..."

Justin turned from the window he'd been looking out of.

"Born October thirteen, ninety sixty-one, six feet tall, brown hair, hazel
eyes...there's a picture."

Justin leaned over his friend and looked into the eyes of the man he'd seen
earlier at the restaurant.

"Very nice."

"The picture does him no justice, Paul, trust me. So he is a government
agent."

Paul hit a few more keys. "Oh, yeah. Look at this stuff. This guy's really
something."

Justin read the information. "Yes, it would appear that he is, indeed.
Brilliant *and* beautiful."

"I hate to say it my friend, but I think you may be wasting your time with
this one."

Justin cocked his head.

"Federal agent, Justin. Even if he *wasn't* straight as an arrow, he would
appear to be rather high profile."

Justin thought on the other man's words. "True, true..." A faint smile
touched his lips. "I wonder..."

"Wonder what?"

"Nothing, I just had a thought. Can you print this information for me?"

Minutes later, Justin was holding what he'd asked for.

"Thank you, Paul. I trust you'll be discreet about this meeting?"

"Of course."

"Very good. I'll see you soon."

"Enjoy your stay in New York."

"My friend, it just got a terrible lot more enjoyable."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The agents read the medical examiner's report together. When he was through,
Fox looked over at Scully and smiled.

"Now what?"

"Mulder, this is impossible."

"Just like Chicago..." Mulder sang under his breath.

"Come on, Mulder, there's something they overlooked. There's *got* to be a
discernable method..."

Fox leaned toward his partner and murmured in her ear, "Not if the method is
extra terrestrial."

"Oh, for the love of..."

"Hey, we've *got* nothing else, Scully."

Scully closed her eyes and let out a long sigh.

"I'd like to bring one of the bodies back to D.C."

"For?"

"Have another exam conducted."

"Mulder..."

"I'm going to talk to Chief Evans." Fox gathered up the reports and headed
for the door. He turned to his partner and tossed her a grin. "You coming?"

Scully groaned and turned to follow him. "Oh, yeah. Right behind you."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Justin Saint James stood at the window of his room, perusing the printout on
Fox Mulder for the fifth time. He closed his eyes and thought back to the
club on Andros. The exquisite man with the ever changing, green-gold eyes
and luscious mouth...his equally exquisite mate with the turbulent green
eyes, and a disposition that was downright feral. He recalled watching them
in their corner booth, Fox...unbelievably fitting name, Fox...pressed into
his lover's side, basking in the glow of his loving attention. The other,
Alex, he believed he heard Fox call him...fiercely protective...dangerously
so, yet infinitely tender with the man at his side. They were the most
beautiful thing to watch. Their devotion to each other fascinated Justin. It
still did.

He opened his eyes and released a long, silent breath.

He'd like to know what that felt like. That kind of unwavering adoration.

He laughed to himself.

Didn't exist.

In fact, he'd be willing to bet that the lovely Fox had already been through
another two or three men, since then. Justin had been far and seen much, and
he'd never seen it fail to happen.

Love. Dies.

The brighter it burned, the faster it faded.

Unless it was bought and paid for.

Unless it was...*taught*.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Hello?"

"What are you wearing?"

"I told you to stop calling me here. If my boyfriend finds out..."

"Fuck your boyfriend."

Alex uttered a needy moan. "I'd love to, but he isn't here."

Fox laughed softly. "How 'bout tomorrow?"

"Mmmm...you're not teasing me, are you?"

"No, we'll be home tomorrow. Bringing a body back with me."

"Interesting souvenir, Fox. A t-shirt would have been fine, really..."

"Gee, and I was trying so hard to be original...anyway, nobody here can
determine what killed these people. I want to have one of them checked out
by a friend of mine in Baltimore. I'll tell you all about it when I get
there."

"Okay...you got your flight information?"

"Yeah. Flight sixty-one, at seven-twenty."

"A.M.?"

"No, p.m."

Mildly irritated sigh. "Figures."

"Sorry, it's the earliest one we could get."

"I'll live till then, I guess."

Fox's tone turned smoky. "You gonna save it for me?"

"You gonna make it worth my while?"

"Don't I always?"

"Yes, you do."

Brief silence, then, "It's late. I have a lot of red tape to go through yet
tomorrow, before I take the body."

"Okay. Get some sleep and I'll see you tomorrow night."

"I'll call you before we leave."

"All right. Goodnight, lisa."

"Goodnight."

Fox set the phone in the cradle and leaned back into the pillows, smiling at
the thought that this time tomorrow, Alex would be next to him...or on top
of him...possibly under him...he might be behind him. Hell, *wherever* he'd
be, it'd feel damn good. Fox drifted into sleep with a smile on his face.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Is the jet ready to go?"

"Yes, sir."

"Very good...oh, and Frank?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Please send Lieutenant Cassidy my usual token of thanks and a note to read,
'Thank you for supplying me with the much needed information. I will not
forget your kindness. JSJ.'"

"Right away, sir."

"When you've taken care of that, you may arrange to have my bags brought
down."

The assistant executed a shallow bow, and exited the room.

Justin seated himself at the dining table, and read the information he had
on Fox Mulder for the eighth time.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Fox paced the sidewalk outside of the terminal.

"He's never late, Scully."

Scully sat on her bag, chin resting on her fist. "There's a first time for
everything, Mulder," she said blandly, suppressing a yawn.

Fox pulled out his cell phone and punched in Alex's number.

"How many times are you going to call him?"

"Until I..." Fox disconnected and shoved the phone back into his pocket. The
look of relief that washed over his face, brought Scully's attention to the
curb, where Alex was just pulling up.

Alex jumped out of the car and came toward them.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he began immediately. "I left in plenty of time, but
I got stuck in unbelievable traffic. There was a plane down on the
highway..."

Scully arched an eyebrow. "A *plane*?"

"Yeah. Two seater. Wasn't pretty." He looked to his anxious partner.
"Anyway, I forgot my damn phone at home, so I couldn't call you. I'm sorry,
lisa, I know you must've been worried..."

Alex was cut off in mid apology by his lover's arms clamping around him, and
his mouth, muffling the words.

Scully looked around nervously, but it didn't appear that anyone was
watching.

Fox broke the kiss when he was damn good and ready, but refused to let go of
the man in his arms. He buried his face in the side of Alex's neck, and
tightened his arms around him.

Alex stroked his back and whispered into his ear, "Fox...baby...this
isn't..."

Fox lifted his head and looked directly into his lover's eyes. "I don't
care," he murmured softly.

Alex searched the warm, golden depths of his Fox's eyes. "Let's go home."

Fox nodded, and Alex moved away to open the trunk. Fox lifted both bags and
stored them inside.

Scully dropped gratefully into the back seat, and the two men slid into
their seats in the front. Alex pulled away from the curb, and called back to
Scully.

"So, I hear you two brought a friend back with you."

"He's no friend of *mine*," came the salty voice from the back seat.

Fox reached over and stroked Alex's hair, saying nothing.

Alex glanced over to his lover, offering a tiny smile. Fox just continued to
pet him, staring intently.

"What is it?" Alex asked softly.

Fox shook his head slowly, comforting himself with the feel of dark silk,
beneath his fingers.

They rode most of the way in silence, with the exception of a few words
passed between Alex and Scully. As soon as Fox had seen her safely into her
apartment, he and Alex were on their way home. Alex chose to save the
questions until then.

Clyde greeted them enthusiastically, then Alex let him out into the yard.
When he came into the bedroom, Fox was unpacking. Alex came up behind him
and slipped his arms around his waist. Fox dropped the shirt he was holding,
and turned in the younger man's arms. He immediately sought Alex's mouth,
kissing him as though he never would again.

Alex pulled away after long seconds, gasping for breath.
"Fox....lisa....what is it? What's the matter?"

"I missed you," Fox replied, coming in for another kiss.

After a while, Alex pulled away again.. "That's not all there is to it.
You've been gone much longer than this, and haven't acted this way."

"What way?"

"I don't know, you seem almost...scared."

Fox's eyes lowered to the floor. "I...I don't know...I can't explain it,
Alex." He looked back up into concerned, green eyes. You weren't even that
late, but...for some reason, I was scared to death."

Alex shrugged. "I would have been worried too, if the situations were
reversed."

"No, Alex. Not worried. Scared out of my mind. I can't explain why. I don't
know..."

Alex pulled his lover into his arms. Fox rested his head on the shoulder in
front of him and let himself be stroked and comforted.

"It's all right, lisa. Whatever it is that had you so scared, you can see
now, that everything's okay."

Fox tightened his fingers in the back of Alex's shirt. "I need you," he
whispered into the curve of his shoulder. "Please."

Alex threaded his fingers through the golden-brown hair and lifted Fox's
head. He bestowed a tender kiss on the lips he so loved, then backed Fox to
the bed. They undressed each other quickly, then fell back together onto the
mattress.

Alex draped himself over Fox, taking a moment to enjoy the feel of the body
he never tired of. He writhed against Fox, pulling a low moan from him as
their cocks rubbed together. He stifled the sound with a soft kiss.

Fox melted into the sensation, stroking his palms up and down the muscles of
Alex's back. His tongue swept inside Alex's mouth, seeking its mate,
stroking and teasing, then retreating to its own home, waiting to be found
and coaxed into another duel.

Alex finally left Fox's mouth, noting the disappointed moan, and kissed and
nipped his way south, trailing down his chin, to the sensitive skin of his
throat. He opened his mouth wide, and closed his teeth on the flesh, just
above the base. Fox arched upward, submitting to the sensual attack. Alex
sucked lightly, growling deep in his throat. The urge to increase the
pressure was great, but he kept in mind, the fact that he was in much too
exposed an area to leave any marks. He released Fox's throat, and moved to
his chest. The man beneath him winced and emitted a low whine as Alex's
mouth covered his right nipple and a good bit of flesh surrounding it. As he
sucked, his tongue grazed the sensitive peak again and again, sending jolts
of electricity shooting through his Fox's body.

"Alex," Fox hummed, raking his fingers through the sable hair, leaving a
riot of spikes standing on end. His lips moved, but no more intelligible
sound came past them. Only soft sounds of desperation filled the air.

Alex moved from one nipple to other, inflicting the same kind of torture,
then continued on down, following the sparse line of fine hairs until they
began to thicken and curl. He stopped then, avoiding the rigid length of
muscle dancing so temptingly before his mouth. As much as Fox writhed and
moaned, he refused to touch his lover's cock.

"Come on, Alex..."

"Shhh." Alex nibbled on the inside of Fox's thigh, then let his tongue dance
over his balls. He smiled to himself as the man he was teasing, groaned
aloud and arched off the bed, twisting the sheets in his clenched hands.
"Take it easy, lisa." Alex kissed the base of his lover's cock. "Not just
yet, okay?"

"Suck me, Alex..." Fox wasn't listening. He was already too far gone for
reason. He bucked against Alex's mouth. "Please."

A gentle swipe of the tongue. "But I want you to come with me."

"Then fuck me. *Now*."

Alex couldn't tease Fox anymore, and he knew it. One wrong touch, and it'd
be all over.

"All right, baby, all right. Just relax." Alex lifted himself off of his
lover, prompting a disapproving growl. He leaned in the direction of the
nightstand, withdrew the tube of lubricant and kneeled, straddling Fox's
waist. He skimmed the tube across Fox's bottom lips and smiled. "Put it on
for me."

Fox snatched the tube from Alex's hand and unscrewed the cap. He squeezed
some of the contents into his hand, and reached for his lover's cock,
quickly stroking it on.

Alex breathed deeply, enduring Fox's touch in silence. When the task was
accomplished, he bent over and took his lover's mouth in a brief but intense
kiss, then stretched out over his body. Fox's legs automatically wrapped
around his waist, and he guided his cock between the tight muscles of his
lover's ass, to the small opening.

Difficult as it was, Fox lay still, waiting to feel the thrill of that
initial thrust. He loved the sensation of being opened and stretched, full
of his beautiful Alex.

Alex tucked one hand under the small of Fox's back, gripped his shoulder
with the other, and pushed slowly into him. He focused on the glazed amber
eyes in front of him, and began to rock gently. An almost inaudible gasp
tumbled from his lover's lips, and he swooped down to capture it before it
was gone.

Fox moaned into Alex's mouth, his fingers digging into his back.
Involuntarily, his muscles clenched, squeezing his lover's cock in a firm
grip, taking him perilously close to the edge.

"Lisa," Alex stopped moving, and rasped in his ear. "Easy, baby. Relax,
or..."

"No," Fox protested, "no, *no*..." He rocked against Alex. I can't...don't
stop, please don't."

"All right," Alex soothed him, kissing his cheek, then his mouth. "I won't
stop..." He started to rock again, this time also wrapping his hand around
Fox's cock. He began to milk it in time to his thrusts, driving his lover
and himself closer to completion.

Fox's harsh groans resonated in the growing darkness of the room, as the
tension coiled in the pit of his stomach, tighter and tighter, until it
broke, and he drowned in the explosive pleasure.

The tightening of his lover's body around him, and his desperate cries,
broke Alex's control. He let go, and came violently, pumping into his lover
until he was dry.

Soft purrs of contentment filled the air, as they lay locked together for
endless minutes. Finally, Alex disengaged himself, and draped himself back
down over Fox's chest. A gentle hand came up to stroke the dampened strands
of hair.

"Good to be home."

"Mmm-hmm." Alex kissed the curve of Fox's throat, and closed his eyes.

"I love you, Alex."

No answer.

Fox listened to the soft, steady breaths, and knew that Alex was asleep. He
kissed the top of his lover's head, and tightened his arms around him. He
lay there, staring into the darkness for a good long time, before finally
falling asleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The Mercedes idled silently, a few yards away from Fox Mulder's home. Alert
gray eyes narrowed, as the front door opened and the man he'd seen in New
York, stepped out of it. The eyes widened in surprise, when the man was
immediately followed by another...the same one who had been his companion on
Andros.

Amazing.

How long had it been? And they were still together.

The other man. Alex. Every bit as handsome as he remembered. He recalled the
turbulent green eyes and dazzling white teeth...the low rumble of his voice,
as he warned Justin against getting anywhere near his lover.

He watched the two men move together to the car in the driveway, then
noticed the large dog that followed close behind.

Justin wasn't much on pets...the four-legged kind anyway, but he was pretty
sure that the animal was a German Shepherd. Not exactly the type breed that
would stand idly by and allow its master to be taken against his will.

//Mental note. Take dog into consideration and plan accordingly.//

His attention came back to the man kissing the other's jaw.

Alex.

As protective as that dog. And, he bet, every bit as vicious when provoked.

One silver eyebrow arched upward.

A challenge.

But the rewards for his patience would be infinite and sweeter than he could
ever imagine.

He glanced around, revising his plan in his head, when he spied a 'for sale'
sign staked on the front lawn of the house next door. He rubbed his chin
thoughtfully, then an idea came to him. A small grin curved his mouth. "Yes,
yes." He watched Fox Mulder get into his car and Alex jog off down the
street with the dog. "A most interesting challenge."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"So, John," Fox asked impatiently. "What do you think?"

"These incisions weren't made by any tool I recognize."

Fox nudged Scully and nodded. His partner just rolled her eyes.

John continued. "This residue I found in and around the wound...I've done
every test on it I can think of, and it's completely unrecognizable."

Scully held up a hand before Fox could say a word. "All these tests prove,
Mulder, is what *didn't* kill these people. The most we can get out of this
is an *unsolved*."

"Come on, Scully. If they weren't killed with anything known to our science,
what's left?"

"We can't exactly put that in our report."

The two lingered a while longer, speaking with Fox's friend, then left the
lab.

"What time is it?"

Fox looked at his watch. "Four-twenty eight."

"By the time we get back to the office, it'll be late. What do you say we
just head for home?"

"Sounds good to me."

Fox pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, and dialed his home number. It
rang four times, then the machine picked up. He frowned, waited for the
beep, then left a brief message.

"Alex, it's me. It's four-thirty and I'm on my way home. If you get this
message before I get there, call my cell."

He hung up and dropped the phone of the seat beside him.

"What's the matter?" Scully asked. "You look a little weird.

"Nothing. Just a little strange that he isn't answering at this time of
day."

"God, Mulder, I never noticed before. Do you always get so wacky if Alex
isn't where you think he should be?"

"No, of course not. I don't know, Scully, I can't explain this feeling I've
had since yesterday."

"Feeling?"

"Yeah. Just an uneasiness that won't go away. I'll feel better once I get
home."

Scully nodded, and said nothing more until Fox dropped her at her door.
"Don't forget you have to pick me up in the morning."

"I know. I'll see you later."

"Tell Alex I said hi."

Fox nodded impatiently.

Scully waved him on. "Go, go."

Her partner tossed her a quick smile, and headed for home.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Justin Saint James lounged in the luxury of his hotel room, considering his
newest acquisition. He smirked, recalling the look on the faces of the
middle-aged couple, when he knocked on their door this afternoon, and
offered them double what they were asking for their house. Cash.

The Andersons stood slack-jawed, staring at the impeccably dressed man,
standing in their kitchen.

"I imagine you think I'm a tad deranged," he told them.

"Well, yeah. Now that you mentioned it," Stanley Anderson agreed. He winced
as his wife elbowed him in the ribs.

Justin chuckled. "It's quite all right, Mrs. Anderson. If someone knocked on
my door and offered me a quarter of a million dollars for my modest little
home, I'd be suspicious, as well. But I assure you, I'm quite sane. You see,
I'm a businessman. My life is extremely hectic, and my doctor told me that
if I want to live to see my grandchildren grow up, I need to make a few
changes in my life. I thought I could start with a change in scenery. This
is a lovely little neighborhood. I think I could relax here."

Mrs. Anderson shrugged. "Well, it's not a noisy area, though there are some
children around. A few dogs..."

"Ah. Yes. I noticed a large dog...a German Shepherd, when I drove through
earlier. Not a nuisance, is he?"

"Oh, no. He's well behaved. And Alex is very meticulous with him. If it
wasn't because we see him and hear him once in a while, we.."

"Alex?"

"Oh. Yes. Alex Krycek. He's one of the guys who live next door."

"One of *the guys*..."

"Oh...uh, yeah. He and his partner, Fox. We've never known a male couple
before, but we actually like them quite a lot. They're good people. Quiet.
Immaculate...no wild parties or that kind of stuff..."

Justin held his hands up. "Oh, it's all right. I have no problem with that."
He smiled indulgently. "No problem whatsoever."

"So," Mr. Anderson prodded. "You're still interested?"

"Absolutely."

Justin promised the couple that they'd have the money by tomorrow, but in
turn, they needed to promise to be out of the house as soon as possible. To
insure that it happened, he offered a crew to help with the packing and
moving. Secondly, it was to be a transaction between the two parties. The
Andersons were to call the realtor and take the house off the market,
immediately. As a gesture of good faith, he handed them an envelope
containing ten thousand dollars. Stanley Anderson counted the money, and
immediately picked up the phone and made the call.

//Lovely, what a paltry few thousand can get you. By tomorrow they'll be
gone, and the game can begin.//

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Fox pulled into the garage, next to Alex's Porsche. He unfolded himself from
the driver's seat, and felt the hood of the car. Cold. His brows drew down
into a frown, as he turned and exited the garage. He closed the door and
went into the house. After a quick search of the house and yard, he
determined that neither Alex nor Clyde was there. He walked out the front
door, down to the sidewalk and looked around. A young voice sounded behind
him, startling him a bit

"Hey, Mulder!"

He turned around and smiled down at ten year old Larry Mitchell. "Hey,
Mitchell. Any interesting cases, today?"

"Nah, nothin'. Been boring."

Mulder nodded. "Sometimes it happens that way, Mitchell."

Ever since the little boy found out that Fox was a federal agent, he'd been
fascinated with the FBI, reading everything he could about it, and often
pretending that he was 'on a case'. Fox and Alex had taken to calling him
'junior G-man', and with the permission of the parents, Fox had arranged a
tour of the Hoover Building for Larry and a group of his friends. As a
result, the boy was now, his pal for life.

"Hey Mitchell, you haven't seen Alex, have you?"

"Nope. Somethin' up?"

"No, I was just wondering."

"Want to put out an APB?"

Fox chuckled. "I don't think that's necessary just yet."

"Okay...I'll keep an eye out for him, though."

"Thanks, Mitchell. I'll..."

Before Fox could finish his sentence, Clyde came barreling in from his
right, and just about knocked him over. He greeted the dog, scratching
behind his ear. Looking up, he saw Alex coming down the street toward him.
He breathed a sigh of relief, and waited for his lover to reach him.

"Hi."

Alex smiled. "Hi." He looked down at the little boy. "Hey, Mitchell."

"Good thing you got back when you did. We were gonna put an APB out on you,
soon."

One dark eyebrow arched upward. "Oh, really?" Alex turned amused eyes to
Fox, who camouflaged a grin, and dismissed the boy.

"Okay, Mitchell. We gotta go now. See you later, okay?"

"Okay. Later, guys."

They watched the boy move off toward his house, then walked to their own
front door.

"Out for a walk?"

"Yeah. Clyde has been really wound up today for some reason. I thought a
long walk and a run in the park, would tire him out a little."

Fox nodded. "I tried calling to let you know I was on my way home from the
lab. I couldn't imagine where you'd be."

"Well, I figured since we'd decided to have Chinese tonight, I'd have time
to take him out...is something wrong?"

"No. Nothing. Why would you ask that?"

"I don't know. You just look kinds of funny."

Fox shrugged and said nothing.

"Are you still feeling like you did last night?"

"Yeah." Fox made an uncomfortable face. "I guess...a little."

They walked into the house and as soon as Fox had the door closed, Alex
moved forward and wrapped him in his arms.

"There must be something, lisa...something that happened to be making you
feel so uneasy."

Fox shrugged and shook his head.

"Is the feeling still there?"

"Yeah, but it's not so bad. It seems worse when I'm away from you and
especially if I don't know where you are, like yesterday, before you got to
the airport...and today, when I called home and got no answer."

"Well....you could quit the Bureau and follow me everywhere I go," Alex
smiled and kissed his lover's nose.

Fox bit into Alex's lower lip, and pulled. He released it, then ran his
tongue across it. "You're a funny guy. Let's order dinner. I'm starving."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Justin. It's Paul."

"Yes, Paul. Have you got anything for me?"

"A little. This Krycek guy is *not* an easy man to get information on."

"What does that mean?"

"I'm really not sure. I mean, I got the usual stuff. Height weight, place of
residence, blah, blah, blah...I couldn't find any place of employment
though, so I started thinking about how he and Fox Mulder may have met, and
I figured, where do most people meet? At work, right? So just for the hell
of it, I checked back with the FBI database, and found that Alex Krycek
*was* a fibbie."

"*Was*?"

"Yeah, *was*. As in, isn't any more."

"He quit?"

"I don't know. His service record is sealed. And Justin, before you say it,
I may be good, but I'm not *that* good. There's no way for me to *unseal*
it."

"Hmm. Interesting. Is that all you've got?"

"Yeah. I'm sorry I wasn't able to help you more. I'll fax over this
information, right away."

"No, that's fine, Paul. I thank you very much."

"You're welcome. Good night, Justin."

Justin terminated the connection, and waited for the fax. It came seconds
later. He ripped the single page from the machine and read the information
he'd just been given.

"Not only beautiful, but mysterious as well. Oh, this just gets better and
better."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Hey, babe." Fox kissed Alex and dropped onto the sofa.

Alex smiled up at the other man, from the computer. "Hi. How do you feel,
today?"

"Not bad." He changed the subject. "How was your day?"

"Okay...hey, guess what?"

"What?"

"The Andersons are gone."

"Huh?"

"Yep. A big moving truck came early this morning, and by noon, they were
gone."

"I didn't even know they'd sold the house."

"Me either. I saw Stanley outside, and asked him about it. He said that some
business man came yesterday and made them an offer they couldn't refuse."

Fox grinned. "Sounds like a Mafia movie."

Alex shrugged. "It's exactly what Stanley said, though. Anyway, the man
needed the house right away, and he paid for the movers and everything."

"Hmm."

"They told me to say goodbye to you."

"So, have you seen our new neighbor yet?"

"No, I haven't seen anyone over there, since noon."

Fox sat in silence for a few moments, then rose from the sofa. "I'm going to
go change."

"Okay, I'll finish paying these few bills, then we can have dinner?"

Fox dropped a kiss on his lover's head. "Sure."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Justin's assistant entered the room and waited patiently, while his employer
spoke on the telephone.

"Yes, Lester. I think twenty by twenty will do...yes, I know it's an odd
request, just do it..." Justin looked up, taking notice of the man hovering
just inside the doorway. "One moment, Lester. Yes, Frank?"

"The car is ready sir, anytime you want to leave."

"Thank you, Frank. I'll finish this call, then I'll be leaving."

Frank bowed his head an exited the room, leaving Justin to his call.

"All right, Lester. Yes. I want them on it as soon as possible. A week. In
less time would be splendid, but certainly no longer. Right. The room in the
northeast corner. I'll call you tomorrow morning. All right. Goodbye."

Justin dropped the phone into the cradle, and left the room, humming.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Really strange isn't it, how the Anderson's just picked up and left like
that?" Alex asked his lover, walking in from the bathroom, rubbing a towel
through his hair.

Fox looked up from the case file he'd been sitting by the windows, reading.
The light from the lamp beside the armless chair, glinted off of his
glasses, making his eyes nearly invisible to Alex.

"Hell, if some guy offered us double what this joint is worth, and one of
his stipulations was that we move a.s.a.p., *you* wouldn't be in a rush to
get the hell out?"

Alex displayed an almost hurt look. "You'd want to sell our house...just
like that?"

"No. I was just...it was just a general question..."

"I wouldn't want to sell this house. Not for *triple* what we paid for it.
It's *our* home."

Fox removed his glasses and set them down on the nearest windowsill. "I
know, babe. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way...ah, hell." He reached out
with one hand. "C'mere."

Alex hesitated, sulking.

Fox looked at him and smiled.

//Let the games begin.//

"Alexei..."

"*What*?"

"I didn't mean that I'd want to sell our house. It means as much to me as it
does to you."

Alex drew designs on the bedpost with one finger. "Didn't sound like it."

"I'm sorry, baby. Really, I am. Come over here. Please?"

Alex dropped the towel down at the foot of the bed and walked slowly over to
where Fox sat. The older man reached up and caressed his bare arm. "I love
you..."

Alex quirked one corner of his mouth and cast a sideways glance down at his
lover.

Fox's hand skimmed up and down the arm a couple of times, then moved
downward, to the cotton covered thigh. His hand slid down over Alex's
boxer-briefs, then back up, under the hem, stroking more bare skin. He
smiled at the soft intake of breath. "You're right," he said softly. "This
is our home." His hand moved higher, until it was parallel with Alex's
crotch. "No amount of money in the world could make me want to give it up."
The motion of his hand, combined with the seductive tone of his voice, put
Alex in an almost trance-like state. The younger man stood quietly, looking
down at Fox, through a thick veil of sable lashes. Fox smiled up at him, and
moved his hand over, a fraction to the left. Alex sucked in a shallow
breath, and let it out slowly.

Fox maintained eye contact, as his hand wandered over the slightly damp,
warmth of Alex's cock. He stroked it, over and over, feeling it come to
life, in his palm.

Alex emitted a long, stuttering sigh, and closed his eyes.

"Still upset with me?"

Slow shake of the sable head.

Alex heard the soft click, and the reddish-blackness that he saw before his
closed eye lids, went dark. The hand gently fondled him for a few seconds
more, then released him.

Fox shushed the soft groan of protest, then pulled Alex's shorts down and
off. He spread his legs, and directed Alex to stand between them. The
younger man's hands automatically went to his hair, as he leaned forward,
and kissed the tip of his now, full-blown erection...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Justin stood in the second story window of his empty house, playing with his
new night-vision binoculars. Amazing how they just turned pitch blackness to
day. His head pivoted this way and that, focusing in on Fox and Alex's
yard....the lawn furniture...the garden pond...the gas grill...

//How sweetly domestic.//

He raised his head, and stopped, dead still.

//What's this? Ohhhh, my. My, my, my, my.//

Justin watched, utterly entranced, the scene in the darkened room of the
house next door.

Fox Mulder. Sitting, with a very naked, very aroused Alex Krycek, standing
between his legs. The seated man leaned forward, kissed his lover's cock,
then ran the tip of his tongue up the length of it. The recipient of his
attention stood, eyes closed, head thrown back, completely enraptured.

Justin stood frozen, hands tightening on the binoculars.

//Too beautiful.//

He moaned softly, as Fox Mulder opened his mouth and swallowed his lover's
cock to the base. His attention quickly focused on the other man's face, not
wanting to miss the look of sheer bliss that washed over his dark features.
He was saying something. Some words were tumbling from his lips, between the
obvious pants and gasps. Justin wished he could hear. God, how he wished he
could hear. But unfortunately, he had to settle on using his imagination.

From the little bit he'd seen of Alex Krycek those two nights in that club,
he imagined that the man would be a very intense lover, and the words now
streaming from his lips, would be fairly harsh and demanding, and liberally
peppered with curses. Yes, Alex Krycek was definitely a top...

He smiled and waited. Waited for Alex to turn it around. When Fox pulled
away and rose to his feet, he held his breath, positive that Alex would now
take control. His hands shook in anticipation. When his lover moved behind
him and pushed him to his knees in front of the chair, Justin's brows drew
down into a confused frown. He continued to watch, as Fox made Alex rest his
upper body on the chair and wait while he undressed. When all of his clothes
lay in a pile, Fox got to his knees behind his motionless lover, and
caressed the length of his back with both hands. He lowered his head and
followed his hands with his mouth, kissing and licking. When he made it up
to Alex's neck, he rose to his feet and walked over to the nightstand beside
the bed. Within seconds, he was back, squeezing the contents of a small tube
into his hand.

Justin wet his bottom lip as he watched the man who was still standing,
grasp his cock, and slide his hand up and down, along its length. He once
again sank to his knees, and stroked the sides of Alex's thighs, up to his
hips, then over the taut muscles of his ass. His hands lovingly caressed his
lover's ass for a brief moment, then separated the cheeks, and lowered his
face between them. Justin's knuckles went white and a soft gasp escaped his
throat, as he saw Alex's body jerk violently, in response. It wasn't long at
all before Fox withdrew and moved closer, pressing his groin against his
lover's ass. He rocked slowly, obviously teasing Alex. The younger man
arched backward and his mouth fell open. Fox wrapped his arm around Alex's
heaving chest, and grasped his cock by the base, working it into the
trembling man's ass. He kissed Alex's shoulder, then pushed him back down to
the seat cushion. He grasped his lover's hips, and pushed forward, as far as
he could go. Justin saw his eyes close and his head tip at a slight backward
angle, as he established a moderate rhythm. He couldn't see Alex's face. It
was turned away from the windows, but his body communicated his excitement
as well as any facial expression could. It jerked backward every time Fox
surged forward, dictating the ever-quickening pace.

Justin's respiration increased as he sensed Fox's coming explosion. The
older man's hands tightened on Alex's hips, and he moved faster, now
slamming into him. His teeth gritted and his eyes squeezed shut as he
continued to plunge deeply into his lover's heat. Suddenly he began to
shudder uncontrollably. His head fell back, and his mouth opened on what
Justin felt sure, was a bone-jarring scream. When he finished, he slumped
forward, resting his upper body on top of Alex's back.

Justin continued to watch, hands shaking. This couldn't be all. Alex hadn't
come yet, and he didn't believe that there was any way in hell that
situation would remain unresolved. A number of seconds later, Fox Mulder
pulled himself up. His chest rose and fell as he took long, slow breaths.

Alex rose as well, and as Fox draped an arm across his chest, he reached
behind and plunged his fingers into the other man's hair. He held tightly,
and said something to Fox, past gritted teeth. His lover drew back, allowing
him to pull himself up. He grabbed some clothing from the floor, threw it
down on the chair, Justin assumed, so the seat would not be stained, then
dropped down onto the pile. He said something to Fox, who crept forward,
kissing and licking his thighs. The dark head pressed into the back of the
chair, and one hand went down to the golden-brown silk moving steadily up
toward his crotch. His fingers clenched in Fox's hair, and he pulled his
head up and over his cock. He said something else, and Fox's mouth opened,
allowing his tongue to slither over the blunt head of his cock. Alex's head
rolled back and forth, and his hips began to jerk upward, looking to bury
his cock deeper into the moist warmth of Fox's mouth.

"Make him take it, Alex," Justin whispered breathlessly. "Give it to him.
Look at the way he's squirming, even after he just finished coming inside
you. He wants it so much." He concentrated on the man who was now sucking
voraciously on Alex's cock. "You're insatiable, aren't you, lovely Fox? The
deeper he is down your throat, the better you like it, don't you? Oh yes,"
Justin hissed, "you do love it..."

Alex's hips lurched up off the chair in an erratic rhythm, pumping his cock
into his lover's eager mouth, until he erupted, looking as though he was
making every bit as much noise as Fox had.

The kneeling man remained as he was, sucking and swallowing, until Alex
slumped into a boneless heap in the chair. He then released his lover's
exhausted cock, and gently licked it clean.

Alex smiled weakly, as Fox lifted his head and said something to him. He
raised a hand to the other man's cheek, and rubbed at the corner of his
mouth with his thumb. Fox grasped the hand, pressing a kiss into the palm,
then rose to his feet, displaying a half-hard erection. He pulled Alex up
after him, and after embracing and nuzzling each other for a bit, Alex
wrapped his hand around his lover's cock, and led him into what looked like
the bathroom.

Justin lowered the glasses and breathed deeply.

These two.

How wonderfully entertaining they would both be.

But as sweet as that thought was, it was an impossibility. He would just
have to settle for the one.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The two men exited the bathroom, and fell into bed together. Fox snuggled up
against Alex, draping a leg and an arm over him. Alex dropped a number of
kisses in his hair, then both drifted into a deep sleep.

Hours later, Fox awoke, startled. The warmth of the body wrapped around him,
calmed the pounding of his heart, but the uneasiness remained. He turned to
face his lover, and pulled him into his arms. Alex stirred and moaned
softly.

"Hmm? What?"

"Nothing," Fox whispered into his hair. "Go back to sleep."

Alex lapsed back into unconsciousness, while his lover stroked his hair, and
stared into the darkness.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Lester....Lester, I don't want to hear that....two weeks is
unacceptable....then get more men on it...I don't care how many, just get it
done. In fact Lester, I'm just a bit more impatient this morning than I was
last night. I want it done by Wednesday....there's that word again. I really
dislike that word.....that's better. I'll check in with you tomorrow.
Right."

Justin hung up, and reviewed his plan over breakfast. He smiled, thinking
months ahead, to the all the envious looks he was sure to encounter, when he
turned up at parties with his new companion on his arm. As young and
good-looking as Matthew was, he didn't radiate sensuality like this one did.

He breathed deeply, thinking about the time when he'd be tame enough to
bring into his bed. The idea of touching that young, strong body...the two
of them doing the things he'd seen him do with his soon-to-be former mate,
last night...

Justin shook off the thought.

//One thing at a time, old man. He's a long way from that. You're going to
have to call up patience you never dreamed you had, for this one. He will
not be easy by *any* means. Kindess combined with the right amount of
discipline, and someday, he'll come to realize that he was meant to be
yours.//

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Oh, shit."

Fox pulled three mint green undershirts out of the washer, then dug through
the rest of the formerly white laundry, and yanked one of their new forest
green bathtowels out of the bottom of the tub.

"Shit, shit."

"What are you doing?"

Fox dropped the towel back into the washer and his head jerked up.
"Uh...laundry...did you find the saw blade you wanted?"

"Yeah...four hardware stores later...did you remember to wash those new
towels by themselves?"

"Yeah, yeah, I did. But um...I guess I missed one when I took them out."

One dark eyebrow arched. "Oh? So what happened?"

"You like green, don't you?"

"Yeah, that's why I bought green towels."

"How about green underwear?"

"Only when it's already green when I *buy* it...did you turn my white stuff
green?"

"*Mine* too..."

"How much?"

"I'd say about half of all the whites we own."

Alex let out a long sigh. "Well, I guess I know what I'll be doing tomorrow
while you're at work."

Fox approached and laid a brief kiss on his lover's mouth. "You were looking
for something to do anyway, weren't you?"

"Oh, yeah." Alex came back with another quick kiss. "Why don't you get rid
of this stuff, and I'll go get the steaks on the grill."

"You mean you don't want to keep any of it?"

"Uh...no."

"Not even *one* t-shirt? It kinda goes nice with your eyes...hey!"

Alex started out of the room, then backed up. He brought his hand back up to
his lover's ass, rubbing gently, where he'd just inflicted a hard smack.
"That hurt?"

"It didn't tickle."

Alex bit at the skin just below Fox's ear, then licked it. "I'll kiss it
better for you, later."

Fox moaned under his breath. "Damn right, you will."

A little more than an hour later, they were sitting down to dinner in the
backyard. Clyde lay in the space between their chairs, looking hopefully
from one of his masters, to the other. The two men made conversation, trying
to ignore the dog's pathetic stares.

"So you're sending the body back tomorrow?"

"Yeah. I can't come up with conclusive evidence of extraterrestrial
involvement, so we've got to stamp it unsolved, just like Scully said we
would. Ticks me off. I mean, no one can figure out what made those
incisions. What *else* could it be?"

Alex shook his head while he popped a slice of his own steak into his
lover's mouth. "I don't know, babe. You know *I* believe you, but
unfortunately, that does you no good."

Fox chewed and swallowed. "I know. I just..." He stopped in mid sentence and
both men looked down at the dog, who had since risen to a sitting position,
and was sounding a low, whining growl.

"What the heck's the matter with him?" Fox asked, knowing that Alex was a
little more in tune to Clyde's moods than he was.

Alex shrugged. "Something's got his attention." He looked over in the
direction of the house they'd yet to see anyone move in to. "I don't see
anything, do you?"

Fox scanned what he could see of the property. "No...what's up, Clyde?"

The dog looked up, hearing his name, and took the opportunity to swipe at
Fox's face with his tongue. He settled down again between Fox and Alex, his
previous interest in whatever he'd seen next door, forgotten.

"Must've been a cat or a rabbit or something," Fox reasoned, still looking
around.

"Guess so." Alex drew his lover's attention back, with a hand on his arm.
"Hey."

"Hmm?"

"Your ass still hurt?"

Fox broke into laughter. "What made you think of that?"

"Doesn't happen very often that I'm *not* thinking about your ass."

Fox shook with silent giggles. "Okay, so that was a stupid question. Umm,
yeah. It's still a little sore. You gonna keep your promise?"

Alex gave him a devious grin. "As soon as it gets dark."

"Why when it...." Then he understood. "Nice warm night, isn't it?"

"Uh-huh."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Justin Saint James stood a safe distance from the window, watching the two
having dinner, below. He had been standing closer, but at one point he
accidentally dropped his binoculars, and the blasted dog heard, calling his
master's attention to the direction of the house. He stepped away quickly
and was not discovered, thankfully.

//No thanks to *you*, you hairy beast...//

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The dishes were cleared away and stacked in the dishwasher, and the dog was
inside. Alex grabbed a blanket and lead his Fox back into the yard. He
spread the blanket on the ground and sat, pulling his lover down with him.
Simultaneously, they lay on their backs, content, for a while anyway, with
looking up into the dusky sky.

Fox closed his eyes, listening to the fading twitter of the birds, as they
made their way home to settle in for the night. As the other day sounds
dissipated, the gurgle of the fountain in the garden pond became more
prevalent. A soft smile curved Fox's mouth.

"Talk to me Alex, or the sound of that water is going to put me right out."

Alex turned sideways, propped his head up in his hand, and stared down at
the man on his back. "What do you want me to talk to you about?"

"I don't know. Pick a topic."

"Okay." Alex nuzzled Fox's throat. "Let me tell you how completely gorgeous
you are right now, with all these night shadows falling across your face."

"Cut it out."

"You said to pick a topic, so I chose my favorite."

"I'm not a chick you know, you don't have to tell me this stuff."

"Yes my love, I'm very well aware of that. The fact of the matter *is*, I
love telling you how beautiful you are."

Fox opened his eyes and looked up in an ocean of sincerest green. Alex gazed
down at him, unsmiling. He traced a line down the side of Fox's face with
his knuckles, then across his mouth, with the tips of two fingers. "I never
get tired of looking at you. And I'm still amazed sometimes when I do, that
you're looking back at me...and loving me."

Fox's eyes sparkled in the little remaining light. "Do you realize it's been
almost three years?"

"Give me a couple of seconds, and I can tell you exactly how long, right
down to the minute."

Fox laughed softly. "In some respects, it doesn't seem that long, but in
others, it seems like a lifetime. Does that make sense?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"I mean...a lifetime in the sense that, I can hardly remember the animosity
and the violence." Fox reached up and raked the fingers of one hand through
Alex's hair. "It seems like I've always loved you."

Alex nodded. Their eyes met and held for a number of seconds, then he broke
contact, and looked up at the sky. "It's dark, now," he said softly.

"So it is," came the equally soft response.

Alex returned his attention to Fox, who was staring up at him, a mixture of
love and lust gleaming in his dark eyes. He brushed his lips back and forth
across his lover's with all deliberate tenderness, then raised his head far
enough to see his eyes. They'd grown darker still, appearing almost black in
the scarce light of the half moon.

Fox reached up, cupping the back of Alex's neck, and pulled him down for
another teasing kiss. His tongue danced across the soft surface of the
younger man's lower lip, then he drew it into his mouth, sucking gently.

Alex groaned softly, and opened his mouth, inviting his lover inside.

Fox's tongue slithered along the inside edge of Alex's top lip, then the
bottom, fluttering into the dark interior, only to quickly withdraw when
touched by its mate.

Alex played the game, allowing himself to be taunted...feeling his heart
beat a little faster with every unfulfilled promise. One of his hands that
had until now, been resting patiently on Fox's thigh, began to flex gently.
His increasingly unsteady breaths moved toward erratic, when Fox's free hand
joined the other at his head, and pulled him down into a full, passionate
kiss. His surprised moan vibrated inside of his lover's mouth, prompting a
soft, throaty answer.

The kiss continued with only fleeting intermissions, as one of Fox's hands
left Alex's head to shift down to the middle of his back. He gathered a
fistful of material and pulled, working it loose from the waistband of the
other man's jeans. Ever helpful, Alex wiggled free of the black cotton, and
watched it sail over his head. He had only enough time for a quick grin,
before he was pulled back to Fox's hungry mouth. The now bare skin of his
back and arms tingled and burned everywhere those beautifully skilled hands
touched him. Unable to wait for Fox to decide that the pants had to go, Alex
took the initiative, undoing the top button, then starting to work the
zipper down.

Fox broke the kiss, and looked down to see what his lover was up to. "Can't
wait for me to do it?" he teased, softly.

"No. And after I'm done, you're next."

Alex kicked his sneakers off, then peeled his jeans and underwear away. He
allowed Fox an appreciative glance, before going to work on him, efficiently
stripping off every scrap of clothing. Within seconds, the older man was
completely naked, squirming under the heated gaze of his lover.

"Much better," Alex whispered, then lifted his body, and settled it down on
top of Fox. "Mmmm..." He writhed against the hardness under him. "Much,
*much* better."

Fox hooked a long leg over Alex's hip, and pushed up against him, pressing
their cocks together.

Alex sucked in a hard breath. "Careful, now."

Fox gave him a purely evil smile, then repeated the action. "Why? Can't take
it?"

Strong, white teeth gritted. "I can take it..." He reached between them,
grasping Fox's nipple, and giving a not-so-gentle tug. He smiled at the gasp
it brought. "And you know I can dish it out."

"I know." Fox's throat arched, presenting a much too tempting target for his
lover's teeth. His mouth fell open on a long, whimpering moan.

Alex finished nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin, then moved on.
Fox's head rolled to one side, and his body relaxed, surrendering to the
sweet caress of his lover's mouth. Alex moved slowly, savoring the taste of
his Fox, traveling the same swells and hollows he'd traveled thousands of
times before, yet never grew weary of. Never wished for anything different
or new. This was his own private slice of heaven, and he'd be thankful every
day of his life for it.

Fox's body tensed just a bit, and he inhaled audibly, as Alex's tongue
flicked over the nipple he'd previously been tugging at. His lips covered
the hard peak and sucked gingerly, while he skimmed over the other nipple
again and again, with his palm.

"Mmmmmmph....Alex....." Fox's respiration grew heavy, and his hips rolled
upward, rubbing his rock-hard erection again Alex's stomach.

Alex lifted his head and shook it at his impatient Fox. "Don't do that."

"But..."

"Not yet, lisa. I'm not through with you."

The sable head dipped back down, this time switching to the other nipple.

"*Christ*..."

Alex's teeth closed around the tight bud and pulled gently, loving the sound
of Fox's desperate whimpers. Fox groaned through gritted teeth and arched
toward Alex's mouth, trying to relieve some of the tension, but Alex backed
away, nipple still between his teeth. He gave a little shake of his head,
sending a shiver of painful pleasure coursing through Fox's body. Satisfied
with the choked sobs that now broke from his lover's lips, Alex finally
released him and moved on, slowly licking his way over the flexing muscles
of Fox's abdomen.

The air rang out with Fox's frustrated groans as Alex made it down to his
swollen cock, and flicked at the glistening tip with his tongue.

"Take it..." he begged, arching up toward Alex's mouth. "Please, baby, don't
tease me."

"You like it when I tease you," Alex mumbled against the smooth shaft.

"Yeah but, I can't...I...shit!" Fox bucked against Alex's mouth, as the
younger man sucked him in halfway. His tongue fluttered against the velvety
underside as he drew up toward the head, then away. The cool night air hit
the moist surface, and Fox sucked in a sharp breath. "Alex," he whined,
reaching out for his lover. "For Christ's sake, I'm begging you..."

Alex nuzzled his lover's cock, lapping at the ridge just below the head. "It
drives me crazy when you beg. Go on," he demanded softly, "beg me."

"Please...please, Alex. I need you so much." Fox writhed against him. "Don't
make me wait any more. I can't wait..."

"Mmmm...so fucking pretty...all right, lisa." He reached for his discarded
pants, and pulled out the lube he'd placed in the pocket, earlier. "You want
to put it on for me?"

Fox nodded silently, and Alex crawled forward until he was straddling his
lover's chest.

Fox's respiration quickened, having Alex's cock so close. His tongue inched
out, absently licking his lower lip, as he watched it twitch and bob before
his eyes.

Alex noticed his expression and smiled. "What, baby? You want it?"

The older man nodded again, now gasping for breath.

Alex moved up a bit further. "Here you go, love." He supported Fox's head
and allowed him to take his cock into his mouth. His eyes slipped closed,
and he began to pant softly. "Ohhhh, yeah. God, baby, you're so good..."

Fox sucked hungrily at his lover's cock, working it just the way he knew
would drive Alex insane.

The younger man clenched his teeth, fighting to keep from crying out. He
needed to pull away, and do it now, or it would be too late...

"Lisa," he gasped, "let go. Stop, baby....stop..." He wrenched himself away,
falling back away from Fox's chest.

"No, Alex. Let me. Please, baby." Fox grasped at Alex's wrist, trying to
pull him back.

"No...no. I want to come in your ass..." He bent over Fox, handing him the
tube. "Then you can come in mine."

Fox's eyes dilated to near blackness as he considered the thought, then
snatched the tube from Alex's hand. He quickly squeezed out a measure of the
contents, and applied it. Alex breathed deeply, keeping himself under tight
control, until Fox completed his task. The moment he was done, Alex leapt on
him, pulling him into position. He guided his cock to the tight opening, and
then he surged forward, burying himself in his lover's heat with one hard
stroke. He covered Fox's mouth with his hand, to stifle the cries that he
knew would surely come.

"Shhh," was the only warning he could utter, as he immediately established a
driving rhythm.

Fox whimpered into the hand clamped over his mouth, the sound cut short,
every time Alex's body slammed up against his. His hands twisted in the
blanket, and his eyes squeezed shut, but it was impossible to block out the
devastating sensations of Alex's cock hitting his prostate, time and again.
That, combined with the slight pressure of his lover's body brushing his own
throbbing erection, was enough to take him over the edge.

He screamed into Alex's hand, arching violently off the blanket. His muscles
convulsed, squeezing Alex's cock, and taking him along into the darkness.

Alex buried his face in the curve of Fox's shoulder, to muffle his own
screams. His body shuddered deeply, then collapsed.

The two men lay together, severely weakened and too exhausted to move.

"Jesus Christ," Alex moaned into Fox's shoulder.

"Sorry," Fox panted into his hair.

"What for?"

"I couldn't hold it. I had to come."

Alex lifted his head and smiled weakly. "It's okay. You'll just owe me one."

"Just one?"

"We'll discuss it."

Alex pulled gently out of his lover, then dropped his head back to his
shoulder. Fox draped his arms around Alex's back, then closed his eyes.
Before either man knew it, they were both asleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Bravo." Justin lowered the binoculars to his chest and clapped softly.
"Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. Oh, my darling. I cannot *wait* to get you
home..."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Hey, Mulder."

"Hey, Mitchell."

"Going to work?"

"Yeah. You're up and out early, aren't ya?"

"Yeah, I'm on a stakeout."

Fox stifled a chuckle. "Stakeout, huh?"

"Yeah."

"What are you staking out?"

Mitchell motioned to the house next door, with a quick twitch of his head.
"I think your new neighbor is up to somethin'."

"What new neighbor? We haven't seen anybody yet."

The boy moved closer, speaking softly. "That cause he's only there at night.
Or at least I *think* he is."

Fox grinned. "Ohhh. And how do you know that?"

"I watch from my house," he whispered, nodding toward the white colonial
across the street. "My bedroom faces the street. He comes at night. Get's
dropped off down the street, and walks to the house, so nobody'll hear a
car."

"Hmm. So, uh....what d'you think he's up to?"

"Not sure. I'll keep up surveillance and let you know."

"Okay." Fox patted the boy on the shoulder. "You do that."

"I'll check in with you later."

"Good man. See ya, Mitchell."

Fox walked grinning to his car, and drove away.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"What do you mean it's not going as well as you'd hoped?"

"It's just not, sir. I'm sorry. We'd run into a few glitches with the
plumbing and..."

"Lester, are you trying to tell me that this project will not be finished by
Thursday?"

"It's looking more and more unlikely, sir."

"*Un*acceptable."

"I don't know what else to do, Mr. Saint James. The crew is working fifteen
hour days. They worked all weekend. They're exhausted..."

"Get a second crew. Work them in two twelve hour shifts."

"Mr. Saint James, do you realize what this little project of yours is going
to end up costing? The figures are already astronomical."

"Cost is the least of my concerns. Get on it. You have precious little time
left."

"Y-yes, sir."

"Are the other arrangements made?"

"Yes sir, they'll be there tonight."

"Very good. Now. Back to work. You're wasting valuable time."

Soft sigh. "Yes, sir."

Justin hung up and paced the considerable length of the room.

//This *will* happen. And it will happen *exactly* the way I've planned it.
Everything does...//

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Hi, babe."

"Hi."

"Want to go out for dinner, tonight with Scully?"

"Uh...sure. What are *you* going to be doing?"

"I meant you *me* and Scully."

"Oh."

"Don't sound so disappointed."

"I just thought I was finally going to get my big chance to make a move on
her."

"Kiss my ass."

Alex laughed into the phone. "Is that a request?"

"You want to, or not?"

"What time?"

"Six o'clock at Endicott's?"

"Okay, I'll meet you there...oh, by the way, I got your damn underwear."

"Thanks."

"Hope you like it..."

"What do you....Alex, what did you do?"

"Relax, I got the whites...I just picked up a few little extras, that's
all..."

"Extras?"

"Yeah, you'll like em."

"What if I don't?"

"Who gives a shit? *I* like em..."

"Good*bye*, Alex."

Alex grinned into the phone. "Bye." He hung up and pulled one of the
*extras* out of the bag. He held the black fishnet thong up, and chuckled.
"Oh, yeah. *I* like it..."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Sir, the men are here."

Justin rose from the sofa and watched the three men enter the room.

"Come in gentlemen. Have a seat."

As soon as everyone was seated, he began. "You all know why you're here.
I've paid you very well to insure your utmost discretion in this matter.
You've been briefed already, but please indulge me while I go over the plan
once more. I need to stress to you how important timing is. You'll get one
chance at this, and you must be precise. The target must be taken by
complete surprise, or it will be infinitely more difficult to acquire him.
Naturally, we want as little disruption as possible, so if you can catch him
outside of but close to the home, it would be better. In fact, it's probably
necessary. They've got a large dog. You'll have to catch him when the dog
isn't around. If you find it impossible to do so, do what you must to get
the animal out of the way. Now..I've procured a house next door. You'll be
transported there tonight and will spend this evening, and all day and night
tomorrow, watching his comings and goings. Thursday, you will take him when
the time is right. Your cover is all set, and the house is stocked with
everything you'll need for a couple of days. Are there any questions?"

The men looked from one to another. One of them cleared his throat. "What if
on Thursday, we don't find a window of opportunity to take him?"

"You gentlemen are the experts. *Create* one. But do not fail. Failure is
not an option. Is that understood?"

The three men nodded.

"Very good. You're dismissed until nine o'clock."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"God, I'm starved."

"After all that stuff you had for lunch?"

"I didn't eat *that* much."

"Oh, *no*. A pastrami sandwich that *I'd* have a hard time getting my hands
around, a salad, two cups of coffee, and a brownie. Not too much..."

"Shut up, Mulder."

Scully's partner unlocked the car doors and frowned at the small package he
saw sitting on the front seat.

"Wait a second, Scully. Don't get in." He carefully opened the door, and
detached the card that was taped to the box.

"What the hell is it, Mulder?"

A wide grin spread across Fox's face, and he shook his head.

"I guess it's not a bomb or anything."

The two got into the car, and Fox opened the box, peeking inside. "Oh,
shit."

"Dare I ask?"

"Uh...you probably don't want to know."

"Must be something kinky."

Fox muttered to himself as he recovered the box. "You're killin' me, Alex.
Uh...I'll be right back, okay Scully?"

"Where the hell are you going?"

"Two minutes. I'll be back in two minutes." Fox took the box, and exited the
car, heading for the nearest bathroom.

Fortunately, the men's room on the first floor was virtually deserted,
except for one person who was just washing his hands as Fox came in. He
nodded politely to the other man, then walked into a stall. He opened the
box, pulling the black, extremely skimpy fishnet thong from the white paper.
"Where the hell did you find *this*?" he whispered to himself. He struggled
in the narrow stall, to get his pants and underwear off, once losing his
balance and thumping against the door. Luckily, the only other occupant of
the men's room had left a moment before. Fox regained his balance, and
pulled the thong on. He looked down at himself, his already hardening cock
and balls, very visible through the silky netting.

"Christ."

He threw his previously worn underwear into the box, then finished dressing.

Scully eyed her partner suspiciously as he got back into the car.

"Okay, let's go."

"Mulder, what did you go do?"

"You really don't want to know."

Fox started the car, and they headed off to the restaurant.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Alex looked at his watch, then around the restaurant. It was only fifteen
minutes after six, but he found himself starting to wonder if he hadn't been
stood up. Just as his eyes were sweeping the room for a second time, he
caught sight of the beautiful man who had just entered the restaurant.
Golden-brown hair tousled by the early summer breeze, tie loosely hanging
from his neck...those lips...rosy pink, and twisted into one of those
magnificent, patented Mulder-pouts. A tiny smile touched Alex's lips.

//Mine, mine, mine, mine...//

The diminutive redhead who was with him, saw Alex first. She waved, and
tugged on her partner's arm, pointing toward the back of the restaurant.

Their eyes connected and held, as the two new arrivals made their way
through the maze of tables. Alex stood, waiting patiently for Fox to reach
him. When he did, they stood toe to toe, exchanging sly grins.

"Hi honey, how was your day?" Alex asked softly.

"Interesting."

"Oh?"

"Found a little package on the front seat of my car, just before I left
work."

Alex raised an eyebrow. "Really? What was in it?"

"I'll just say two things...first, you're one sick bastard."

Alex smirked at the compliment. "You said there were two things."

Fox nodded. "Number two....I'm wearing it."

Silent chuckle. "How's it feel?"

"I could get used to it."

"I knew it was you as soon as I saw it..."

"Uh....hello!"

Both men turned in the direction of the mildly irritated voice. Scully was
already sitting at the table, menu in her hands, glaring at them.

"Could you two finish teasing each other *after* we order? I'd like to eat
sometime tonight."

The two men seated themselves, and picked up their menus.

"What looks good?" Fox asked his lover, perusing the menu.

"Well..." Alex shielded his face with the menu, blatantly staring at his
lover's crotch, licking his lips."

Fox tossed his head back and closed his eyes for a brief moment, before
showing his menu to Alex, and tapping at it with one finger.

"Oh. Uh...I don't know. The stuffed manicotti, I guess."

"You didn't even *look* at the menu," Scully piped up.

"Sure, I did. I was here for about fifteen minutes before you two showed up.
I've got it memorized, front to back."

"Well, *we* don't, so leave Mulder alone, so he can order!"

"Jeez, Scully, you sure get cranky when you're hungry."

"And you just noticed this? You!" She snapped her head in the direction of
the soft snicker. "Read that menu! If you're not ready by the time the
server gets here, I'm ordering without you."

"You heard what she said, Alex," Fox repeated, feeling his lover's leg
pressing against his. "Leave me alone!"

"I'm not doing anything..."

"Yes, you are...yes he is," he mock-complained to Scully, who was already
about at the end of her rope with them.

"Am I going to have to separate you two? You know, I don't know why I do
this to myself."

"Do what?" her partner asked, a touch of indignance seeping into his tone.

"*This*. Go *out* with you two. You *never* behave yourselves."

"We're not doing anything," Alex objected, "...much..."

"Just....let's order dinner, okay?"

Scully turned to the server, who had just come to stand beside her. She
ordered her meal, followed by Alex, then Fox. While they waited, Alex and
Fox did their best to keep the taunts to a minimum, and actually settled
into a conversation with Scully.

"So, I heard that you and your mother are going to California next week,"
Alex said after a sip of water.

"Yeah. It's been a while since we've seen my brother. He's been asking for
us to come out for months, now."

"It'll be nice for you to get away for a while."

"Yeah, I'm looking forward to it. Mulder, don't forget you're taking me to
the airport on Monday morning."

"I know, I know, eight thirty-five."

Fox's eyes flicked to his left, feeling Alex's eyes on him. His brows drew
down into a frown and he nodded once at the younger man, as if to ask,
"What?"

Alex only continued to stare, a tiny smile twitching at the corner of his
mouth.

Fox felt his cock stir within the confines of the fishnet. He closed his
eyes and turned his head away. It did no good. The heat of Alex's stare
burned right past his closed lids. "Umm...s'cuse me for a second, I gotta go
wash my hands." Fox rose from the table, giving Alex a quick glare, then
went off toward the men's room.

Alex shook with restrained laughter.

"What the hell are you doing to him?"

"Nothing! Did you *see* me do anything?"

"No, but that doesn't mean you didn't."

Alex smiled and shook his head. "Listen, I'm going to go wash my hands, too.
I was petting Clyde just before I left the house, so..."

Scully turned a narrowed gaze on him. "Uh-huh."

Alex gave her a dazzling grin. "Be right back."

He left the table and wandered into the bathroom, where Fox was just drying
his hands.

"What are you doing in here?"

"I needed to wash my hands too."

"Right."

"*Really*! Why does everybody think I've always got some ulterior motive?"

"Because you usually do."

Alex snorted and turned on the tap. As Fox turned to leave, he asked, "Hey,
where are you going?"

"Back to the table."

"You can't wait for me?"

Fox sighed and leaned against the wall.

Alex smiled and squirted some liquid soap into his hands. "So...you like
your present?"

"Yeah, I've always wanted to walk around with a piece of string stuck up my
ass."

"Can I see it?"

"What? *Now*?"

"Yeah. Nobody's here."

"It's a public restroom, Alex. Somebody could walk in."

"So, lets go in the stall."

"Al-ex..."

"What?"

"Scully's waiting."

"It'll take two seconds."

Fox leaned his head back against the wall. "Why do I let you do this to me?"

Alex grinned, and grabbed Fox by the wrist. He pulled him into a stall and
locked the door.

"Alex, this is the handicapped stall."

"I know, it's bigger."

"We shouldn't be in here."

"Oh, for God's sake, shut up and drop your pants."

Fox mumbled soft, unintelligible words, as he unbuttoned, unzipped, then
dropped his pants. He watched the green in Alex's eyes all but disappear,
and he knew he was in trouble. "Okay. Seen enough?" He started to pull his
pants back up, but a hand on his arm, stopped him.

//Shit, shit, shit. I knew this was a bad idea...//

"Wait."

"Alex..."

Alex wasn't listening. He lowered himself to his knees, and stroked the
outside of Fox's thighs, while he studied his lover's black, fishnet bound
cock and balls. He leaned in slowly, and planted a soft kiss on the shaft.
"I like this." His tongue slithered out, stroking the hard length. Fox's
breathing automatically shallowed.

"Alex, don't..."

"Don't worry." He continued to caress Fox's thighs. "I won't do anything
else. I want to see this at home...without all these clothes." He rubbed his
lightly-stubbled cheek along the hard warmth, then pulled Fox's pants back
up.

"Great," Fox readjusted his clothing. "Now I gotta walk out there with a
raging hard-on."

"Your jacket'll cover most of it."

Fox's eyes flicked down to his lover's crotch. "What about you?"

"I'll walk close behind you until we sit down."

Fox moaned, and made for the door, but again, Alex's hand stopped him. It
clamped around his wrist, and pulled him in close.

"You look so fucking hot in that thing," the younger man rasped through his
teeth. "I can't wait to get you home."

"Well," Fox purred against his mouth, "it's your fault. If you had just
waited until I got home to give it to me, we wouldn't be going through this,
now, would we?"

"A little torture is good for the soul," Alex moaned, just before he covered
those sinfully beautiful lips in a deep kiss. He released Fox after a few
brief moments, then turned toward the door. "Let's go," he said softly,
"before Scully comes in after us..."

"About damn time, I was about to come in after you!"

Alex cast a knowing smirk in his lover's direction, as they returned to the
table and took their seats. "You wouldn't believe all the people in there,
wanting to wash their hands."

"Yeah. Right."

"Fine. Don't believe me." Alex turned toward Fox and tapped the table in
front of him. "Oh. I almost forgot. Langly called earlier this afternoon,
lisa. He says that Frohike broke their copy of the Montana and Wyoming UFO
sightings, and he wants to know if they can borrow yours to make another
copy."

"I'll uh..." Fox cleared his throat and started again. "I'll call him when
we get home." He tried to look away from the pools of turbulent green, but
found himself having great difficulty. His cock throbbed impatiently,
sending tiny tendrils of sensation curling through every nerve in his lower
body, as his eyes conversed with Alex's.

One corner of Alex's mouth slanted upward, as his eyes flicked between Fox's
face and his crotch.

The older man's eyes left his lover's, scanning the room. Seeing that the
angling and location of their table afforded him a good amount of shielding
from view, he engaged Scully in conversation, while his hand slid up his own
thigh, and came to rest on the bulge in his pants.

Alex's lashes drooped, and he sucked in a long breath. He held the breath,
waiting. Fox's hand began to move, lightly caressing himself, all the while
carrying on his conversation with his oblivious partner. Alex released the
breath slowly, then sucked it right back in through his nose, as his lover's
hand began to gently squeeze himself.

//God, baby, I love you, I...no...no, don't stop, dammit...//

Alex blinked and whipped his head around to his left. The server stood
beside him, smiling.

"And I believe you were the stuffed manicotti."

"Oh. Uh, yeah." Alex let the girl place the plate in front of him, then
glanced back at Fox. The older man's eyes left his for a brief instant to
thank the server, then fell directly back to him. He gave Alex a sweet,
seductive smile, then resumed his conversation with Scully.

Dinner went slowly, or at least it seemed that way to Alex, who was dying to
get the bloody hell out of the damned restaurant, and get his lover home.
When the server finally came over to clear the dishes away, she asked if
anyone was up for desert. Before anyone could answer, Alex practically
shouted, "No!" He looked over at his dinner companions, one of which wasn't
the least bit surprised, and shrugged. "Come on, you gotta be stuffed,
right?"

Scully rolled her eyes and turned to the server. "Actually, he's right. I
couldn't eat another bite."

The girl looked to Fox. "How about you, sir?"

"I don't know...you might be able to tempt me. What have you got?" He
glanced over into Alex's astonished eyes, and smirked.

The server ran down the list, and to Alex's absolute irritation, Fox ordered
a strawberry tallcake. While they waited, he again struck up a conversation
with Scully, while his hand dropped back into his lap. While Scully was
replying to a statement he'd made, he snuck a peek over at Alex, who looked
him directly in the eye, and mouthed "I hate you", at him. He nodded, and
returned his focus on the woman across from him.

When the desert came, Scully's eyes brightened. "Oh God, that looks good."

"Thought you didn't want any desert?"

"I didn't, but now I do."

"Well, grab a spoon. There's plenty here for all three of us," Fox answered,
viewing the layers of biscuit, strawberries and whipped cream, from all
angles.

Alex watched, head in his hand, drumming his fingers slowly on the table, as
the two enjoyed their desert. Fox looked over at him, sliced off a large
piece, and held it in front of him. "Have some, baby," he coaxed softly.
"It's really good."

"No thanks," he said flatly, his eyes never leaving his lover's face.

Fox put his fork down, finally deciding that they'd both had enough. "That's
it, I'm done. Scully, you can kill the rest if you want to."

"Nah." Scully took two more bites. "I've had it, too. Any more, and you two
will have to roll me up my front steps. Let's get the check before I fall
asleep."

The bill was paid, and the three walked out the door, and into the parking
lot. Fox was the first one to speak. "See you tomorrow, Scully."

"Goodnight, Mulder. See you later, Alex."

Alex stood behind Fox, their bodies touching. His hand brushed up and down
the older man's sleeve. "Bye, Scully."

They watched Scully get into her car, before either one spoke. Alex leaned
in close to his lover's ear, and whispered into it, "See you at home."

Fox closed his eyes, absorbing the vibration of Alex's words, and nodded.

As Alex walked to his car, the low utterance of his name reached his ears.
He turned to find Fox standing at the open door of his car, staring at him.
He groaned softly, as the other discreetly pulled the zipper of his pants
down, and slipped his hand inside. He gave Fox a long, smoldering look, and
ducked inside his car. His lover did the same, and both pulled out of the
parking lot, and headed west. Not more than a minute later, Alex's cell
phone rang. He pulled the phone out of his pocket and raised it to his ear.

"What?"

"Guess what I'm doing?"

"Do I have to?"

"No. I can just tell you that my pants are undone and that I'm playing with
myself..."

"No, you're not."

Soft moan. "Yes, I am." I've got the phone on hands free...and my *free
hand* is squeezing my cock."

"Christ. Don't you dare come, Fox."

Alex's only response was a loud gasp.

"Fox!"

"Yeah?"

"Knock it off."

"I can't, Alex. You did this to me. You started this when you left me this
damned thing."

"Thong."

"What?"

"It's not a thing, it's a thong. Get your descriptions straight."

"Whatever. *You* gave it to me, *you* teased me in bathroom...it's your
fault now, that I'm so horny...and hard." Fox's moans and whimpers echoed in
Alex's ear. "God, Alex, I'm *so* hard. I don't know if I can wait..."

"Dammit, Fox, stop it. Stop touching yourself, and zipper your pants."

"I can't. You know what little control I have...oh, *God*...."

"Fox..."

"Ohhhhh....mmmmm....."

Alex's cock screamed at him from within the confines of his jeans. The palms
of his hands were sweaty, and his head was beginning to pound.

"Baby....*please*. We're almost there."

"I *am* almost there, Alex..."

"No! No, baby, we're almost *home*. Please, stop. I promise you, I'll fuck
you into next week, if you'll just wait a few minutes."

"Mmmm, you promise?"

"Of course I do. Now please, stop...okay?"

Brief silence, then, "Okay."

"Alex?"

"What?"

Fox's car pulled farther ahead. "Step on it."

Less than five minutes later, both cars screeched into the garage. The
automatic doors closed, and they were out of their cars, and all over each
other, tearing at each other's clothing. Alex backed his lover into the
house, making it only as far as the living room, when the next to the last
item of clothing hit the floor. Alex pushed Fox away, taking a moment to
appreciate the sight of his lover, naked except for the bit of black
fishnet, stretched tight by his swollen cock and the heavy sac below.

"Goddamn, you're the fucking sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life."

Alex reached out, grabbing Fox's arm, and jerking him against his chest.
Their mouths came together in a brutal kiss, each man doing his utmost to
swallow the other, whole. Alex grasped the waistband of the thong, and
pulled up on it, wedging the vertical string of material tighter between the
muscles of Fox's ass. The older man grunted, scratching at Alex's back.

"Fuck me, Alex," Fox demanded against his lover's mouth. "You promised."

"So, I did," Alex breathed, yanking up on the band again.

"*Ah*...oh, *shit*! Alex, *please*..."

Alex dragged Fox down to the floor, pushing him onto his back. Without
warning, he attacked both nipples, sucking and biting one, while plucking at
the other with his fingers. The object of his passion writhed beneath him,
cursing, and pleading for mercy. Alex released his nipples, then quickly
worked his way down to his still scantily covered cock. Once there, he
pressed his face to the barely-contained bulge, drowning in the intoxicating
scent of his lover's desire. A low growl rumbled deep in his chest, and he
closed his teeth over solid muscle.

Fox hissed through gritted teeth, as Alex bit down on him and pulled. Fuck,
it felt good. That devastating pleasure tinged with just the right amount of
pain...it drove him insane.

"Alex..oh God, please...Alex, please, *please*!"

His lover's frantic pleas broke what was left of Alex's control. His teeth
clamped down on the flimsy bit of netting, and tore at it, until it was left
hanging from the band by a few threads. Fox's liberated cock sprang forward,
and Alex fell on it, immediately sucking the entire length of it down his
throat