Fandom: XF (M/K)

Rated NC-17 m/m sexual situations and language

Archive: Allslash, Archive X, TER/MA, All Things Rat. Anywhere else, please ask me, first.

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Summary: Another of those blasted Quartet Infernale challenges. Oh...wait. Now we're the *Quintet* Welcome Frankie! <g> Apparently Ori thought it was time for another one, and Dr. Ruthless was right there, jumping up and down, yelling for phone sex. Okay, kids, here's mine. Since it's phone sex, I figured ah, what the hell? I'll make it part four of the *phone* series. So, here it is. Now let me rest a while, dammit!

Disclaimer: They're mine....they're MINE....they...huh? What? What do you mean, they AREN'T? But you said...fine, okay, they're still his. I'll remedy that most unpleasant situation one day, I swear!

Endless thanks to Nic, Orithain and Sue, for righteous beta and tremendous enthusiasm. Big shout out to the lovely Pat who understands that I had to bang this one out before I started your Muldertorture story...right? You do understand, don't you? Oh God, she's giving me that look...


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Long Distance
by Aries
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The rain fell in torrents, obscuring the outside view. Not that seedy bars and garbage strewn alleys were especially picturesque, but Alex Krycek had nothing better to look at.

He checked his watch once more and sighed heavily. The damn contact was late.

"Come on, dammit."

Two and a half weeks of work. Phone calls, meetings...Alex's own particular brand of "gentle encouragement"...and the information he required was finally on its way...if only that asshole would hurry up with it.

He checked his watch again and began to pace. As soon the contact arrived, he could get the hell out of here and go home.

Home.

Alex raised his hands to his face, then slid them up and over his head. "God, what if he doesn't even want me back?" he asked himself aloud. "Shit after the way I left, *I* wouldn't want me back..."

For over four months since that Friday night they'd spent in each other's arms, Alex had become a fixture in apartment forty-two. He'd never spent more than a night away from Fox, arranging his "business trips" to coincide with his lover's out of town cases. Things had worked out pretty well that way until that night almost three weeks ago when he'd received word that he could possibly come into possession of some very sensitive information. The time and place for negotiation had been set, and the trip was too important to trust to a lackey. He told Fox about it that same night and informed him that he'd be gone for a while. Fox, being Fox, wanted all the particulars; times, dates, location, but Alex refused, explaining that it was much safer for him if he didn't know. Fox pushed, Alex dug in his heels, and the fight was on. Fox insisted on knowing what was going on, and Alex became indignant, telling the other man that if he still didn't trust that they were on the same side, he could go to hell, and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

He hadn't seen or spoken to Fox since that night, and he missed him terribly. Idiotic pride had so far prevented him from calling, but he was ready to crack. Night after lonely night he lay in this strange bed, thinking about what he'd left behind and wishing with all his heart that he was back there in the place he'd come to think of as home...wrapped around the man he'd come to think of as his.

God, he was stupid.

And getting stupider with every minute he let pass without calling Fox to apologize and ask if they could please work things out.

His mind made up, he reached for the phone, but before he could lift it from the cradle, he snatched his hand away.

Not yet.

After his meeting. He didn't want any interruptions.

Alex dropped onto the bed, knuckles gently rubbing at his temples.

//If he wants to talk to you at *all*...//


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Fox wandered from the kitchen to the living room, sipping on a beer. He placed the bottle down on the coffee table and stretched out on the sofa. Not bothering to turn the television on, he stared up at the ceiling, his thoughts wandering as they had these past two and a half weeks to the beautiful green-eyed sorcerer who had in such a short time captured his heart and enchanted him more completely than he ever could have dreamed possible.

Every day with Alex was a new experience. The man just kept unfolding, exposing more and more of himself as his trust grew, and Fox watched, amazed and gratified that it was happening for him.

He discovered that Alex had a wicked sense of humor, teasing him unmercifully when he was in a playful mood. Much to his joy, he also found that his new lover was a highly intelligent man, able to hold his own in any conversation Fox engaged him in.

And then there was the little matter of sex.

He had known from the few previous encounters they'd had that Alex was a deeply passionate man, but he'd had no idea how deep until the younger man had become comfortable enough with him to really let go.

The first night that he'd experienced the full fury of Alex's desire, Fox swore he could feel the walls shake and his bones shatter. The next day at work, he went through the day enduring suspicious stares from his partner every time he moved. He'd never been so sore in his life, and he'd never enjoyed the feeling so much. And that very night, just as he'd braced himself for God-only-knew-what, Alex caught him completely off balance, turning sweetly submissive and handing all control over to him.

What a ride.

And now that he was hopelessly addicted, Alex had gone.

Fox closed his eyes and drew a deep breath.

There were thoughts...words, rolling around in his head that night. Feelings he'd almost given voice to but choked back, telling himself that it was way too soon to even be thinking stuff like that.

Fox pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to recall the precise moment...the exact words that were said that got them here. Well, *he* was here. Alex was...who the hell knew *where* Alex was. Or if he was coming back. He was so angry when he left, accusing Fox of distrusting him. That wasn't true. It might have been the most insane thing he'd ever done, but in the short time they'd been together, he had given Alex his complete trust. His questions were only out of concern. He should have told Alex that. He should have stopped him at the door and made him listen, but his own anger stopped him.

And this was the result.

Lonely days and an empty bed.

He couldn't stand it.

Maybe...maybe he should try to find Alex. He hadn't the slightest idea where to start looking, but drifting through day after day without him was driving him out of his mind.

He sat up, his mind already devising a plan of action, when the phone rang. He unfolded himself from the sofa and snatched the phone up off of the desk. "Yeah?" The answering silence set his heart to pounding. "Hello?"

There was the soft rumbling sound of someone clearing his throat, then, "Fox...it's umm...it's me."

Alex's name left his lips on a soft sigh, and he pulled himself together enough to ask where he was.

"Germany," Alex answered softly.

"Oh." The disappointment rang out loud and clear in his low tone.

"Fox...um...listen, about the way we left things...I'm sorry. I was a jerk."

"Took you almost three weeks to come to that conclusion?"

//What the fuck are you doing? The man's apologizing. Don't antagonize him for Christ's sake.//

"No. I realized I was being a jerk the minute I walked out on you. It just took me this long to actually say it. Stupid thing called pride."

Fox carried the phone with him over to the sofa and stretched out. "I know a little something about that. If it hadn't gotten in the way, I would have stopped you before you left." He blew out a long breath. "I was worried about you. Are you okay?"

"Yeah....no." Brief silence. "I miss you."

Fox closed his eyes and smiled into the phone. "I miss you, too. I can't believe how much."

"I'm leaving here day after tomorrow."

"You're coming home?"

"Do I have a home to come back to?"

Fox's voice was reduced to a whisper. "Of course, you do."

"I was afraid that I might not. I thought I might have shot it all to hell."

"It's going to take more than a stupid argument for you to get rid of me...Alex?"

"Yeah?"

"Why day after tomorrow?"

"Couldn't get a flight out before then. Believe me, if I could, I'd be there tomorrow."

Fox nodded. "Okay. I guess I'll have to be patient, then."

"Well, maybe you can be patient enough for the both of us."

"Both of us?"

"Yeah," Alex breathed into the mouthpiece. "I'm just about at the end of my rope. I hate sleeping without you."

"I know, baby, I can't stand it either.You know, I never in a million years would have thought I'd ever be saying these things to you. And I sure as hell never thought I'd be here on my couch, talking to you and wishing that you were lying naked, under me, whimpering my name while I fucked you nice and slow."

"God, Fox, don't do that."

"Don't do what?"

"Don't talk like that. You're going to drive me crazy."

"You started it."

Silence.

"Are you hard?"

"Like you wouldn't believe."

"I can fix that for you."

"You gonna fuck me long distance?"

"Sort of. Are you dressed?"

"Yeah."

"What are you wearing?"

"Jeans...black shirt."

"Like I couldn't have guessed," Fox smirked into the phone. "Would you like me to take your clothes off?"

"God, I'd *love* for you to take my clothes off."

"Are you lying down?"

"No. I'm standing by the window."

"Yeah? Well, let's see, it's seven o'clock here, so that makes it what, there? Midnight? One?"

"One."

"How high up is your window? What can you see from it?"

"Third floor. I can see the street. Some buildings...alleys..."

"Anything going on?"

"Nothing much. Every once in a while someone'll leave the bar on the corner. Saw a guy get dragged out to the alley and beaten about an hour ago. That's about it. Why do you ask?"

There was a long, soft intake of breath, then Alex heard it released.

"Because I'm going to fuck you there in front of the window."

"Fox..."

"Hmm?"

"In the window?"

"Yeah. Promise me you'll stay right there."

Alex closed his eyes, letting his cock do the talking for him. "I promise."

"Face the street and close your eyes."

"I am."

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eGroups.com home: http://www.egroups.com/group/mulder_krycek http://www.egroups.com - Simplifying group communications"Relax. Think of me there. I've just come into the room, and I'm walking up behind you. You don't see me, but you can feel my presence. You open your eyes and see my reflection in the glass. I'm moving closer, taking off my shirt. I let it drop to the floor just before I reach you..."

Alex bit down on his bottom lip, seeing Fox in his mind's eye, standing behind him, bare-chested, and so, so beautiful.

"...I unzip my jeans and place one hand on your back for balance, then pull them off. I stand right behind you, pressing my cock against your ass. My hands slide up your back, over your shoulders and down your chest, undoing the buttons of your shirt. I pull it off and throw it on the floor next to mine....baby? You still there?"

"Yes," Alex gasped softly. "Don't stop, Fox. Talk to me."

"Is your shirt off?"

"Yeah."

"Good. Stay with me. Mmmm, where was I ? Oh...my hands wander up and down your chest. Your skin is so hot...and smooth...I brush my fingertips back and forth across your nipples. I can feel them hardening. I can see them in the window..."

Alex moaned into the phone as he watched himself brush the fingers of one hand across a hard nipple.

"...I pinch them gently, then harder as your breathing gets heavier. I pull them and you start to squirm against me. I kiss and lick the back of your neck...I know how much that turns you on..."

Alex pulled and twisted his own nipple, letting his head fall back. "God, Fox, yeah...it feels so good. I needed this so much..."

"I know, baby. My hands move down toward your pants, then back up once I reach the waistband. They move in slow, lazy circles over your upper body. I love the way you feel..."

Alex's hand moved along the exact paths that Fox had specified. "Don't tease me, Fox. Please..."

Fox chuckled softly. "I won't tease you. I want you too much to drag this out. My hands move back down, stroking over the bulge in your jeans..."

Alex whimpered, moving his hand lightly over his groin.

"...I undo the button and pull the zipper down...you're not wearing underwear, are you?"

"No."

"I knew it. My hand slips inside, and my fingers brush the hard, silky length of your cock. It's even hotter than the rest of you. I pull your pants down and off, and now you're completely naked...just like me..."

Alex finished jerking his jeans off, then straightened up again, looking out into the street. Two men were leaving the bar. They got only a few steps away from the door when one pushed the other into a doorway, and they started kissing and groping each other.

"Oh, God."

Like he really needed any *more* stimulation...

"I'm still standing behind you...we're looking at each other's reflections in the window. You're so gorgeous, Alex. Your body is fucking perfect. I could never get tired of touching you..."

Alex felt a warmth wash over his cheeks as his eyes rose to his own reflection. He studied the man looking back, trying to see himself the way Fox saw him.

"My hands move over your hips, then down the sides of your thighs, and up over the front. Your muscles are so tight...hard...like your cock. It's so pretty, baby...standing straight and tall...is that for me?"

"Nobody but."

"I bring my hands up, cupping your balls with one, and wrapping the other around your cock..."

Alex fought to keep his eyes from closing as his hands did what Fox's could not.

"Mmmm. You feel me against your ass, baby?"

"Yeah..."

"Do you want me *in* your ass?"

"Oh, *fuck*, yeah..."

"Soon. Right now, I just want to watch myself touching you...I love to watch your face...all those changes in your expression...the way your eyes get so dark..."

Alex's eyes flicked from his image to the two men below. They were shrouded in shadow, but he could see from the frantic movements of the outside man's body that he was fucking the other against the door.

"Fox, I really need to come..."

"Be patient a little bit longer, baby. My hand leaves your balls and turns your face to mine. We start out licking at each other, then end up in a hungry kiss. My hand squeezes your cock, and you moan into my mouth..."

Alex held the phone between his ear and shoulder, bracing his free hand against the wooden window frame, and squeezed himself. He moaned into the mouthpiece, triggering an answering moan from the other end.

"I leave you for a minute to get the lube out of my pants pocket. I'm back in seconds, smoothing the gel on my cock. Brace yourself against the window frame, baby, and spread your legs."

"Way ahead of you. Come on, Fox. Please hurry."

"I spread your tight cheeks apart and guide my cock between them. I rub the head back and forth, teasing you..."

Alex whimpered impatiently, slowly stroking his cock. "Give it to me, baby. Please, I have to have it."

"I push into you slowly...making you feel every inch of me..."

"I want to, Fox," Alex panted. "Every last inch...oh, God..."

"A little bit more, baby...I shove the last couple of inches of into your ass and you choke back a scream when I hit that special spot..."

Alex's body jerked as if Fox had really plunged into him. "Fuck me, baby. Good and hard..."

Fox panted heavily into the phone. "As hard as you want...I hold on to your hip with one hand and start to pump your cock with the other. My hips start to move, and I fuck you slow and easy at first, then I pick up speed. Now I'm slamming into you while I jerk your cock. *Fuck*...you're so tight...so..."

Alex fell forward, his head pressing against the window pane. His hand left the wooden frame and gripped the phone. The other hand worked furiously over his aching cock. "I can't...Fox, I..."

"Come on," Fox's voice whimpered from so far away. "Come for me, pretty baby."

Alex's hand worked at a furious pace, and as Fox's gasps turned to cries of completion, he let go, shooting warm, slick fluid all over the window pane. He cried out into the stillness of the room, for the moment not giving a damn about the paper thin walls. His hand stilled, and he slouched against the window frame, trying to recapture his breath.

Fox was first to speak.

"Alex....baby? Oh, God....you there?"

"Yeah," the soft weak voice sounded over the line. "Christ, that was unbelievable."

"Wait till you get home."

Alex opened his eyes and glanced quickly out the window. The two men in the doorway had finished and moved on. He stumbled over to the bed and fell across the mattress. "I guess it's a good thing I can't get a flight out for two days. I'll need at least that long to recover."

"Yeah, right," Fox's voice tinkled with amusement. "You'll be ready again in two *hours*; who are you kidding?"

Alex laughed softly. "You know me well."

"Yep...hey."

"What?"

Fox opened his mouth, then closed it again. He hesitated, then said softly, "It's late over there. Why don't you get some rest?"

"Yeah, I think I will. You wore me out."

"Be careful, okay? I want you back here in two days."

"Don't worry, I'll be fine. I'll call you again tomorrow to give you my final flight information."

"All right. God, I can't wait to see you. I've missed you so much, Alex."

"I know. I missed you too. I'm so glad I decided to stop being stupid and call you."

"I'm glad you decided to stop being stupid, too."

"*Hey*..."

Fox snickered softly. "Sorry. You can punish me for that when you get here."

"Don't think I won't."

"Goodnight, baby."

"Night. Talk to you tomorrow."

Alex reluctantly disconnected and turned over onto his side. He lay quietly, staring into the darkness, smiling. God, his long distance bill was going to be a killer.


END





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