Disclaimer: They are getting to like me, but they never spend
the night.
Plot: So much plot, so little time. This episode covers the movie.
Thank you to Frankie for beta, Orithain, Aries, Nicole, Paula
and Spike for assorted oohs and ahs. Thank you to Russ for telling
me how to rescue people from Antarctica by plane. Thank you Tirinar
for the excellent bribery_.how could I resist?
Rated: Slash, NC17. Don't read this if M/M sex or masturbation
offend you.
Archive: Of course, but only alongside the rest of the series,
and tell me where, please?
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you liked it, or even if you didn't. It's no fun living in a vacuum
you know!
Guilt Edged 2 #4 Frost and Fire by Dr. Ruthless
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Spring was beginning to bud, and over the next week, Alex continued
his duties. Nothing further was said by his employer about an
impending assassination attempt. Alex put the conversation they
had shared to the back of his mind. He was not prepared for the
phone to ring just as he was getting ready for bed. The Smoker,
sounding as oily and unruffled as ever, gave him the news.
There had been an explosion. His boss, his friend, his mentor
was no more.
The torch had been passed.
Alex went to bed to lie awake all night, dry eyed, mourning for
the loss of his more-than-friend. As the dawn broke, revealing
a fine rain hanging like beaded curtains over the city, he rose,
dressed and headed downtown with the key he had been given.
When he finally opened the safety deposit box, its contents amazed
him. He was now a wealthy man and the shock of it left him reeling.
The information he had found in that box gave him power. It made
him unbeatable. Now he, Alex Krycek, would be able to help shape
events to his liking.
He had become a player.
Back in his office once more he punched in encryption codes he
had never thought to try. First his own name, then his birthday,
and the flicker of files unlocking for him carried its own rush.
The old man had loved him, that was plain. He must have loved
him and Alex would not let him down now. He began to read.
The Smoker called him again, just as he was finishing up and thinking
about lunch.
"Fox Mulder is on his way to Antarctica right this minute."
"Who's the fool who allowed that to happen?"
"You know Mulder. Once he has an idea in his head it would
take dynamite to shift it. We can't allow him to jeopardize the
work of 30 years. Scully has been abducted yet again. Can you
fix it?" For a wonder Alex could hear anxiety in the Smoker's
voice. He thought for a minute.
"Where is he headed? Give me the co-ordinates." The
ping that notified him he had new mail was incredibly satisfying.
He had just given orders to the Smoker.
And the Smoker had obeyed.
"I'll need a plane, cold weather gear_." Alex had begun
to reel off his requirements, talking his way through this mission
even though it seemed impossible at first sight. "Do you
have him visible by satellite?" Alex was smiling now. He
was needed. This bastard who had tried repeatedly to have him
killed was treating him like an equal. He loved it!
He moved swiftly though the house, locking, packing, putting things
away even as he gathered details from the Smoker. There was nothing
here that he could not live without. Let the Consortium break
in and take it all. His own files were all in his laptop, and
safely concealed somewhere he knew they would never find them..
He had a sudden thought and made his way to the Brit's bedroom.
He had never actually been there before. His mentor had always
come to him. He looked around, burning the image into his memory.
His eyes fixed on a photograph in a silver frame, set beside the
bed. It showed Alex laughing up at the old man, and his eyes misted
as he recalled the details of the night it had been taken. They
had been to dinner and the photographer had caught them sharing
a silly joke. At that time he had only been in his employer's
service for about three weeks and he still had that wild look
in his eyes even though he was laughing. He thought back to how
he had felt, half tame, suspicious of everything. Taking everything
that was offered in huge, greedy bites for fear that it would
all be snatched away from him.
He sat down on the old man's bed and prized the back of the frame
loose, sliding the photograph out to take with him. To his amazement
there was an envelope behind the hardboard backing, an envelope
with his name on it. His fingers shook as he took hold of the
envelope, allowing the frame and the picture it had held to slip
onto the coverlet.
He turned it over in his hands, studying the name that stood out
on the white paper, written in fine, old-fashioned copperplate
handwriting.. His eyes blurred and he used his sleeve to dash
away the moisture before ripping open the envelope. Inside was
a list of names, a certified check for a million dollars made
payable to him, and a letter.
It was dated the previous week, and Alex closed his eyes, racking
his brains to remember anything out of the ordinary about that
day. An image of the two of them, the old man thanking him for
his tears, rose up in his mind and those tears that had only threatened,
suddenly burst on him now. Alex wept. He wept, holding the letter
in his one hand and finally throwing himself full length onto
the old man's bed as the tears flowed.
A little later, eyes reddened, and nose running, he had turned
to his letter, reading its contents:
Dear Alex:
In many ways I am saddened that you did not come into my life
until so late. You have been a joy to me and for that I want to
thank you. The house is yours. The money is yours and is quite
separate from my estate. I trust you to see this thing through
to the end, and want you to know that there is no-one else I would
rather see in control. You have come a long way in a very short
space of time, and I admire you. It has been a privilege to know
you.
All my love to you, Alex,
Thomas Meredith
Alex had never known his name, never seen it written or heard
it spoken. During the months he had been with the old man he had
never heard him addressed as anything other than sir. Now there
was this gift for him, and the gift was his name.
Alex paused by the dresser and took up the heavy gold signet ring
that lay there. He slid it onto the plastic of his left hand,
took up his photograph and his envelope with its exciting contents,
and left., closing the door neatly behind him.
Several hours later he was on an executive jet heading for Tierra
del Fuego, and from there to Antarctica to rescue a man he had
little or no reason to love.
He slept a good deal of the way, waking to eat and drink before
zoning out once more as the plane traversed South America. On
reaching the base on Tierra del Fuego he had transferred to a
Hercules, slow and noisy, that would take him the rest of the
way.
Now his palm pilot was indicating that Fox Mulder was somewhere
down there beneath him, although Alex could not immediately see
where. The plane circled a number of Quonset huts and a lone Snow
Cat that stood some distance from the base. Alex began to put
on his parachute, then checked the fuel he had brought, the pod
containing warm clothing and supplies, and the chutes that would
see them safely to the ground.
At that point, the world turned abruptly upside-down.
They had noted some activity as they approached. Vehicles appeared
to be scurrying away from the base and there were aircraft scrambling
without warning. Alex gazed in total astonishment as the ice below
them began to surge, fall in and then bubble up. He screamed orders
to the pilot, who veered away from the crazily shifting landscape.
As they watched, a huge disk appeared from out of the confusion.
It rose to hover above them, and then, with a sound vaguely like
a balloon bursting it was gone.
Alex remained transfixed for a few moments more and then suddenly
remembered Mulder. //God! Where the hell is Mulder? //
Consulting the GPS tracking system in his Palm Pilot he quickly
narrowed the area he needed to search. Finally, the Hercules flew
over the two small figures below on the ice. Alex nodded, happy
now, gave directions to circle again and launched the fuel cans
as they approached the stationary Snow Cat he had spotted earlier.
Finally, as the plane approached the figures below him once again
he put on his ski mask, pulled on goggles, put up his hood, and
launched himself.
//This is getting to be a habit, throwing myself out of aircraft
into heaps of snow. //
The cold hit him despite the warm gear he was wearing. A glimpse
of his ex-partner on the ice below him made Alex shiver in sympathy.
The man was apparently not wearing anything in the way of a coat.
Alex landed and ditched the chute, running as best he could towards
the two still figures on the ice. The pod had fallen quite near
and Alex hooked it clumsily as he ran. As he arrived beside them
he knelt to open the case, flinging snow suits, boots and ski
masks to them.
Mulder, blue and shaking, did not question this largess, merely
inserting himself into a snowsuit and then attempting to wrestle
Scully, lying comatose, into another. Alex moved to assist and
between them they managed to get Scully into the warm clothes.
It occurred to Alex as they worked that Mulder had not yet seen
Alex's face and had no idea who he might be. He grinned under
his ski mask and considered how best to keep it that way. Things
would be so much simpler.
He and Mulder between them managed to convey Scully to the Snow
Cat and inside to shelter. They managed by dint of teamwork to
fuel up the big machine and climbed on board. Krycek waved Mulder
back to tend to Scully when the federal agent, still blue with
cold but grimly determined to do it all, looked as if he was going
to attempt to drive them out of there. It had been easy to overpower
Mulder, to make him sit down beside Scully. It gave him a really
happy feeling to assert his will over the generally intractable
Mulder.
//Even in a situation like this he still thinks he ought to drive,
macho fuck! // Alex chuckled briefly to himself as he turned the
cat in the direction of the rendezvous point.
His small computer was announcing the imminent break up of the
fine weather and threatening a storm to follow when Alex finally
drew the Cat up at the way station where the Hercules was awaiting
their arrival. Mulder and Scully were both sleeping, and Alex
hopped out of the Cat to go and round up his pilot and the equipment
he required to get them all back. Once he was organized he drew
his pistol as insurance, tucking it into his belt where he could
access it readily, and went to fetch Mulder. He had kept on his
ski mask, hoping it would grant him anonymity for a little while
longer. He didn't want Mulder to recognize him just yet.
Shaking the sleeping Mulder until he opened one bleary eye, and
then shaking him still more violently, he made the man rise to
his feet, where he stood as uncertainly as a boxer who had just
risen from a count of eight, rocking back and forth on unsteady
feet. Gesturing to him for assistance he began to manhandle Scully
down from the cat and across the ice to the plane that was warming
up even as he worked. After a few minutes, Mulder caught on, and
between the two of them they succeeded in transferring the tiny
redhead from the Cat to the plane. Alex closed the door and turned
to pass through to the cockpit, but Mulder, always master if the
in-your-face intrusion, stepped into his path.
"I guess I have to thank you, whoever you are_Who are you
anyway? I wasn't aware that AAA made house calls to Antarctica."
Krycek made a thumbs up, touched his own lips and moved past him,
indicating that he should seat himself and fasten his belt ready
for take off. Mulder followed him, and was about to take hold
of his shoulder when Alex, irritated, enervated, chilly and exhausted
turned and sank his fist into Mulder's solar plexus. Mulder grunted
and doubled up in a very satisfactory manner, and Krycek took
the hypodermic he had prepared, stuck the needle into Mulder and
sent him to dreamland for the duration of the ride.
Sighing, he strapped them all into their places and with great
relief removed the ski mask and the heavy top clothes he had retained
in the interests of remaining incognito. Seconds later they were
airborne. He had done it. He had pulled the Consortium out of
the fire one more time. Mulder would live and the possibility
of resistance against the invasion still remained. He lay back
and finally slept.
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On arrival back in DC, Alex brushed off the smoker and the medics
that were awaiting him. The Smoker followed him, trying to gain
some inkling of events that he had experienced on his mission.
Alex was tired, his nerves jangling. He shrugged and walked away
from the Smoker. He was fed up with the red tape with which he
was suddenly surrounded, and turned to leave, but then an idea
suddenly occurred and he turned to go back to where the medics
were still checking out the two heavily sedated FBI agents.
He approached the doctor who was checking Mulder out. "Is
he okay?" The words were caring, but the voice was carefully
expressionless - neutral.
"Oh sure. He's gonna have a little skin peeling but he's
in pretty good shape all things considered. He's as strong as
an ox." Alex grinned, and then turned to the Smoker, who
had followed him.
"I want him for two days, then you can have him back. I earned
him. Give him to me." The smoker smiled, a wintry, knowing
smile.
"I have no need of Mr. Mulder right at this moment. If you
give your word that he will suffer no permanent malaise_ "
The voice oozed over Alex making his hackles rise.
"I'll give you nothing. If you think I pulled him out of
there just so I could cut him up or something I don't suppose
there is anything I can say that will change your mind. This man
owes me and I want to collect a little something on account. Then
you can have him back, safe, and possibly even sound." Alex
fixed a hard, cat-like stare on the Smoker as he spoke, and to
his great delight the man looked away and finally nodded. He then
turned to the medic and nodded towards the unconscious Mulder.
"Have Mr. Mulder conveyed to Mr. Krycek's residence, please.
He will be assisting in the aftercare in this case. Please convey
Miss Scully to the hospital, she will require more serious treatment."
The elderly man turned away, nodding over his shoulder at Alex
as he left.
Alex was left feeling triumphant, but irritated as he watched
the Smoker out of the room. Turning, he surveyed the reclining
Mulder as he lay on a stretcher with thermal blankets wrapped
around him. Beckoning for the attendants to bring him, Alex strode
out to the waiting ambulance.
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He had them put Mulder into his own bed. Once the paramedics had
departed, he had first stripped Mulder and then cuffed him, wrapping
the handcuffs around the brass of his headboard. Then he had brought
in a tray containing the items he would need and settled himself
alongside Mulder to await his return to consciousness. He was
feeling jittery, excited. He had no idea what he intended to do
with this man who had been the author of so much distress in his
life, but he wanted beyond anything to have Mulder realize how
badly his actions had harmed him. He wanted to see Mulder's eyes
when Alex made him aware of all the things he had gotten him into
through his casual violence and his poorly managed anger.
He lay on his left side, watching Mulder, his eyes avid for any
signs there might be of the other man's return to consciousness.
The sleeping Mulder was beautiful despite bruises and scratches,
and despite the cold burns that had seared his skin, causing his
lips to crack and his skin to peel and discolor. Alex reached
for his tray, taking lip balm and smoothing it onto the sleeping
man's mouth. Satisfied with the effect it produced, he next took
a pot of medicated skin lotion and began to apply it, first to
Mulder's face and neck and then, rolling down the duvet he worked
the stuff into Mulder's arms and chest.
As he smoothed and massaged the other man's skin he became aware
of changes in Mulder's breathing as he emitted a moan, licking
at his lips with a dry, swollen tongue. Alex's heart thumped in
his chest. Mulder was waking up. He reached for the water he had
placed on the tray and inserted his prosthetic hand somewhat clumsily
behind Mulder's head, raising it a little as he brought the water
to Mulder's lips. The man's lips worked reflexively, and he drank
deeply, finally shaking his head slightly to indicate that he
was all done. His brow furrowed slightly as he realized that he
had limited arm movement. and finally he opened his eyes.
At first it was obvious that he was baffled. Puzzlement crawled
on the surface of his features like so many ants at a picnic.
He looked around somewhat wildly, testing his bonds as he did
so.
When he finally caught sight of Alex he froze, his mouth set in
an O of surprise as Alex put out a hand to brush Mulder's hair
back from his face.
To give the man credit, when he finally spoke, voice rusty from
disuse, it was to ask about Scully. Alex could see his thought
processes at work very clearly as the side to side movement of
his eyes betrayed his search for an escape route.
"Agent Scully is perfectly safe. She's in the hospital, receiving
treatment for exposure among other things. She'll be out in a
day or two."
Alex spoke calmly, dispassionately, and could see Mulder relax
partway. "Are you feeling nauseous? Would you like something
to eat?"
It was awhile before Mulder answered him, but finally he nodded,
adding plaintively that he was thirsty. Alex held the water bottle
for him once again, allowing his thumb to drag over Mulder's lower
lip as he placed the neck to his mouth. As the man drank again,
Alex continued to caress his face with his thumb.
"Krycek, why? ...What are you doing?" Mulder sounded
confused still, rather than angry, and Alex smiled sweetly at
him. Here it came now and he was ready. He was more than ready.
"I thought you would benefit from a little lesson, Mulder.
You'll be staying here with me for the next couple of days and
we're going to be discussing consequences. Would you like some
soup?" Alex's question had come out of the blue and clearly
caught Mulder off guard. He paused, stunned before nodding again.
"Yeah, feed me, Krycek. I never could think about morals
and stuff on an empty stomach." The scathingly sarcastic
tone indicated the start of Mulder's recovery. He appeared to
think that there were no threats to him from this man who lay
beside him on the bed. Alex nodded to himself and pulled the lid
from a flask of soup he had brought upstairs on the tray. Pouring
the liquid into a cup he held it up to Mulder's mouth, and for
a while the two of them were silent as Alex tended to his captive.
Finally Alex put down the cup and gently wiped the chapped lips.
Mulder could hold back no longer.
Okay, Krycek, what's on your mind?" His gaze challenged Alex
who felt the irritation creeping up on him once more. He rose
from his position on the bed and paced the floor as he tried to
calm himself.
"I'm thinking back to a time when our positions were reversed.
I'm remembering what you did to me and I'm thinking that it's
time you paid me back." Mulder's eyes widened as he took
in the implications of this threat. He could recall how he had
treated Krycek all too vividly, and he was not at all anxious
to be reminded of the things he had done. "48 hours... You
wanted my compliance for 48 hours, and to be fair that's exactly
what I want from you." He spoke quietly, gently, and was
aware of the effect he was having on the man in the bed who was
now beginning to look apprehensive to say the least.
"What are you going to do if I say yes?" The words were
blurted out. Alex could tell that Mulder was afraid now.
"Oh no, Mulder, that's not how this game is played. You get
no guarantees, other than the one you gave me. Stay with me and
do what I want for 48 hours and then I'll let you go." Alex's
smile would have cut glass at this point, and Mulder shuddered
involuntarily, his mind sliding back to recall the way he had
treated Krycek on their mad race to Tunguska. He remembered the
misery and pain that Alex had endured at his hands and felt his
belly turn cold with fear.
Alex busied himself tidying up the tray and seemed to have no
excitement or curiosity as he stacked the empty cups and pots
onto it. However, when Mulder cleared his throat, he turned towards
him, and the avid light in his eyes betrayed his keen interest.
"I guess I owe you this?" The questioning tone in Mulder's
voice brought another hard smile from Alex.
"I'd say you owed me at least this. Have you come to any
decision yet?" Mulder fell silent and Alex picked up the
tray from the side if the bed and moved it over to a small table
beside the door before returning to resume his place on the bed
beside Mulder. He watched Mulder for a little while, raising one
eyebrow at him.
"Okay, time's a-wasting, Mulder. What's it to be?" After
a pause during which Alex thought that Mulder was going to prove
intractable, the man on the bed nodded. Alex let go the breath
he didn't know he had been holding, and felt in his pockets for
the key to the handcuffs. He found it and swung it idly around
his finger as he leaned down to look Mulder in the eyes.
"I want to hear you say it. I need to hear you tell just
what I had to say to you. Tell me that you're mine to follow every
order for the next two days, and that you'll do exactly what I
tell you to do at all times. Tell me that you won't try to escape.
Tell me." His voice remained quiet, but the intensity grew
as he spoke and he was now virtually hissing the words into Mulder's
face. Mulder's eyes were wide and he was suddenly afraid, Alex
could tell from the sudden sweat that beaded Mulder's forehead.
He truly thought at that point that Mulder would lose his nerve,
but as Alex finished talking, Mulder shrugged, fatalistically
and began to recite.
"I will follow your orders. I won't try to escape. I'll follow
your orders and after 2 days I can leave?"
"That's the deal, Mulder. You gonna take it?" Alex's
eyes were blank walls, and his voice hit the words like blows,
each delivered separately, each one hard and heavy.
Mulder nodded once, and when Alex kept on looking at him, expression
unchanging, he finally spoke his assent.
"Yes."
and then seemed to shrink as he uttered the word that bound him.
Alex cast his mind back to that afternoon on board the Star of
Russia when he had been given an ultimatum, and accepted it, being
forced to trust the person giving it to him without guarantees.
He recalled the assault on his sexuality that at the time had
both excited and disgusted him. He wondered why, in the light
of his subsequent behavior, the old man had done that to him.
He eyed Mulder speculatively and rolled back the bedclothes, raking
him up and down with his eyes.
Mulder's body was slim, firm and muscled, with straight limbs.
A sprinkling of hair on his chest leading like a pointer down
to the center of his body, where his penis lay nestled amongst
the tight curls.
Alex had never really examined Mulder before. His dislike and
anger had clouded his vision on the road to Tunguska. Now he could
study the other man without the hatred he had felt in the beginning
and he finally saw how well made Fox Mulder actually was.
Earlier, he had applied lotion to the man's face and torso. Now
he reached for the bottle and began to smooth it onto the still
captive man's feet, moisturizing the burned, dead skin, and soothing
the blisters that his encounter with the cold had inflicted on
him.
Throughout this Mulder remained silent, relaxing into the attention
he was being given. When Alex finally screwed the cap back on
the bottle, Mulder was watching him in puzzlement, obviously trying
to comprehend his captor's motives, and equally obviously failing
to do so.
//Profiler at work hmmm? Well, let him stew. I'm not going to
offer him clues. He's mine for now and that's enough. //
Alex leaned forward, unlocking the cuffs and permitting Mulder
to bring his arms down, where he lay rubbing them to get the circulation
back into them.
Okay, Krycek, what are you going to do to me?" Mulder's voice
challenged Alex and it took him a moment to realize that his challenge
masked a fear of the unknown. Alex felt a surge of something curiously
close to tenderness at that point. He had never before entertained
the idea of this arrogant, foolhardy, sometimes suicidally rash
man experiencing fear.
//Interesting. //
He looked the man up and down, noting with mild interest that
his penis was thickening a little, and filing away the notion
that fear made Mulder horny.
"Relax, Mulder, I thought we'd start with a little talk,
a little show and tell. First of all, how are you feeling? Do
you want to stay in bed, or would you prefer to get dressed and
take it downstairs?" Alex's voice was still mild, and Mulder,
as Alex had known he would, opted for getting up.
// He feels too vulnerable, lying there naked in front of me.
That's good. // Mulder was as restless as ever, and Alex watched
benignly as Mulder rolled to sitting, but after watching him stagger
and stumble, he moved to assist and support him as far as the
bathroom.
Once there, Alex got the shower going. Mulder sat down limply
on the toilet seat and watched him with real gratitude. Alex steadied
the other man as he climbed into the shower and waited, lost in
thought as he applied soap and shampoo, groaning in pleasure as
the warm water sluiced over his limbs. He remained in the shower
for a long time permitting the water to ease away the aches and
pains of his recent ordeal. When he turned the water off at last
Alex helped him out of the tub, wrapping a large, fluffy towel
around him and assisting him to a seat. For a moment he swayed,
and Alex found himself trying to support Mulder until he could
ease him to sitting on the toilet seat. Mulder was looking up
at him, eyes blank with effort and fatigue. It seemed very natural
at that moment that Alex should lean forward and touch his lips
to those of the man seated before him.
Time seemed to stop as they felt their mouths connect. Alex seemed
dazed, and remained still, his lips on Mulder's. Mulder, however,
groaned and stretched his arms up to pull Alex's face down into
a deeper, more passionate kiss.
Alex dropped to his knees in front of Mulder, allowing the seated
man to deepen the kiss still further, slipping his tongue into
Alex's mouth and pulling him in close to press against his body.
Alex could feel himself becoming aroused even as he asked himself
what the hell he was doing. His right arm tentatively circled
Mulder's waist and he slowly allowed his mouth to open fully,
accepting the exploration of the inside of his mouth as Mulder
held him, hands stroking his back, his hair, and his neck.
He had been so lonely. So fucking lonely.
But this wasn't about Alex feeling freedom from loneliness, this
was about Fox Mulder realizing that he had caused untold pain
and suffering. Soft lips, a sweet, nimble tongue and the bristle
of his rough chin were not what Alex should be thinking of right
now.
He slowly eased back and disengaged himself from Mulder. When
Mulder would have pulled him back, seeking his mouth again, Alex
pushed him away sharply with a quickly barked "No!"
He wasn't sure what he had done, or why. He stood indecisively
in the bathroom and tried to sort out his feelings. His cock had
leaped inside his pants, and was sending out thrills of lust.
He felt as if someone had removed the area centered around his
belly button with an ice cream scoop and left some strange, perverse
species of humming bird in its place.
Mulder sat forlornly on the lid of the toilet and watched Alex's
obvious discomfort. Standing there, the picture of abject misery,
Alex was unsure whether to stay or go. Finally, Mulder found his
voice.
"Krycek_Alex?" His voice was curiously gentle as he
pushed himself to his feet and stepped forward to put his arms
around Alex. He didn't try to kiss him, merely pulling him in
to rest against him, laying his head on Alex's shoulder while
he held him tightly, very tightly.
They stood like that, arms about each other, while Alex took comfort
from the other man. Mulder, confused but willing, stroked Alex
gently and slowly rocked him from side to side. For Alex, the
feelings he was experiencing were nearly intolerable as he inhaled
the scent of the freshly showered Mulder. He was confused. He
had hated and despised this man, and then he had pitied him. Finally,
he had discarded him as a spent force. He had brought him here
to teach the bastard a lesson.
//So why did I kiss him? //
Alex's lips were still tingling and his belly seemed as if it
didn't belong to him. He stood in the warmth of Mulder's embrace
and wondered what the hell was happening to him. It felt to him
as if the heat from a star was concentrated in the ache and burn
of his cock, pressed up against the man who held him. His denim
jeans chafed him unbearably. He wanted to rip the towel off Mulder
and shuck his own protective skin. He wanted to run his hands
over this body, now at his disposal. He wanted to
//Oh. God, I can't. Not while he's bound to me. That would make
me as bad as him. // With a heavy sigh, he backed away from Mulder,
turned and went back into the bedroom, followed by Mulder who
was now completely confused. Alex moved swiftly to his closet
and found sweats for Mulder, tossing them at him as he left the
room.
He strode blindly back to the old man's room and closed the door
behind him. Sitting on the bed once more he tried to analyze what
was happening to him. This man had raped him, raped him savagely.
He had beaten him too, and finally put him in a position where
he had been maimed before he had left him.
He had not attempted to verify whether he was living or dead.
Alex could remember that hatred he had felt for him. When he tried
to recapture the feeling of anger he associated with thoughts
of Fox Mulder, all he could think of was the feeling of cool lips
on his and the hot tongue that pierced through his defenses the
way it had just a few minutes before.
His cock stood stiff and straight to attention
//Bloody hell! How am I going to walk with that? //
and he could feel that it was not going to go away just like that.
Sighing, he stood up and pushed down his jeans, allowing it to
flop free.
He had pretty much steered clear of sex since coming to live with
the old man, and that had been good., He had learned how it felt
to own himself once again. He had regained his self-respect as
he regained control over who had access to his body. It was his
body. He had the power to say no and recently he had exercised
it. There had been people that had wanted him, some who had made
offers to him, but none of whom he wanted.
Now, all of a sudden, his body was turning traitor. It wanted
an orgasm. It wanted to fuck.
It wanted Mulder.
It wanted to feel those finely sculpted lips locked to his. It
wanted the sudden rush of heated sensation it had just experienced.
It wanted more. It wanted to pound itself inside Mulder until
it exploded, and unbidden, the images rose up of Mulder lying
beneath him in the guest house the day before they found the camp
at Tunguska.
He studied himself in the mirror. He knew he was pretty, and in
the past few years he had become expert at seduction. He had sold
himself for many things over the past few years, money, information,
safety all had their price. The one thing he had never known was
love. He believed that he wasn't capable of love. Even with the
Brit he had known that he didn't love him, that his affection
had been more about gratitude than about romance.
So, why was he sitting here, with his cock pointing to the heavens
like some kind of outlandish meter of his emotional state?
//A fuckometer! //
He took hold of it and the damned thing drooled at him, pulsing
a little in response to his touch. Frowning, he smeared the resulting
moisture over it and began to slide his hand up and down its length,
watching himself in the mirror on the wall at the foot of the
bed.
Sighing, he added saliva to his palm and grasped his cock again,
squeezing hard on the base of it before sliding his palm up to
the ridge below the head, circling, pulling, sliding and then
returning to circle once again. He could see his own hand at work,
and he could feel the sensations building as he stroked himself.
His balls had drawn up tight below the red-purple length of his
prick. The skin blurred and crawled, arranging itself into neat
ridges. He wished_ he wished so badly for another hand. He wished
for Mulder's mouth. Fox Mulder kneeling in front of him to slide
those pretty, moist, cocksucking lips over his cock and down,
down to the very base. He could feel Mulder sucking, tongue swirling
and it was good. It was more than good. Sweet heavens, he wanted
it as he pulled on himself and his tension built.
He could see himself in the mirror, jeans around his ankles, legs
akimbo and hands moving steadily on his dick as the purple head
oozed moisture, slide and circle, slide and circle. His chest
heaved, and his face, flushed with his excitement was tilted back
as his spine arched. His eyelids were drooping at half-mast, and
his lower lip was captured between white teeth as he felt himself
drawing closer and closer.
Oh, God, the tension was building in thigh and buttock and he
felt the stirring in his balls, first as a whisper, then as a
shout and finally as a fist, punching the heat and the desire
and the sweet, impossible, silken tingle. At last he came, with
the flooding rush of outrageous, self-annihilating release as
semen flew, white, glistening droplets to rain on his ex-employer's
mercifully hardwood floor.
He had cried out, and he suspected that the name he had cried
out was Mulder's. His face was flushed with the telltale signs
of his recent orgasm. His cheeks glowed, and his bitten lower
lip looked bruised and vulnerable to him. Reaching for a tissue,
he cleaned himself up and pulled his clothes back into some semblance
of order. He was trembling, but now at least he was no longer
hard, and he felt as if he would be able to stay in control now,
at least for a little while.
//Dammit, Mulder, ever since I met you you've fucked with me,
both literally and figuratively. Why can't I just put you behind
me and move on? //
Sue aka Dr. Ruthless
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