This is my response to Rowanne's TER/MA challenge for February. She wanted
the boys do discuss their heroes with each other. Well, my boys do! It takes
place at the end of "The Devil Makes Work" and contains one of the missing
sex scenes! :)

Thanks to Orithain for very speedy beta.

Rated most definitely NC17 for M/M slash. Don't go here if you will be
offended.

Disclaimer. I'm suffering from unrequited love here. They don't belong to
me. I have put my name down on the list.

Feedback:

Some of the words to Heroes have been appended. I think they fit, and hope
you do too. The words are reproduced without David Bowie's permission.

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"Just for One Day" by Dr. Ruthless

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And you, you can be mean
And I, I'll drink all the time
'Cause we're lovers, and that is a fact
Yes we're lovers, and that is that

Though nothing, will keep us together
We could steal time, just for one day
We can be Heroes, for ever and ever
What d'you say?

I, I wish you could swim
Like the dolphins, like dolphins can swim
Though nothing, nothing will keep us together
We can beat them, for ever and ever
Oh we can be Heroes, just for one day

I, I will be king
And you, you will be queen
Though nothing will drive them away
We can be Heroes, just for one day
We can be us, just for one day

I, I can remember (I remember)
Standing, by the wall (by the wall)
And the guns, shot above our heads (over our heads)
And we kissed, as though nothing could fall (nothing could fall)
And the shame, was on the other side
Oh we can beat them, for ever and ever
Then we could be Heroes, just for one day

We're nothing, and nothing will help us
Maybe we're lying, then you better not stay
But we could be safer, just for one day

David Bowie

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Just For One Day

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They had found him some clothes, and Mulder had driven him home. Mulder had
wanted to take him to the hospital, but he had flatly refused, saying that
he was fine. All he wanted to do was forget about the humiliation of his
experience.

Despite the fascination everyone seemed to find in the resemblance between
himself and Victor, he could not seem to summon up any energy or enthusiasm
for an extended meeting with Vic. He just wanted to go home with Mulder and
hold him.

The Canadians said goodbye and arranged to meet up with them the following
evening for a farewell dinner. Mulder watched as Mac and Vic departed,
walking very close together. Knowing that the two of them had just
discovered their feelings for each other, he felt a certain amount of
excitement on their behalf, thinking of the evening ahead of them as they
discovered each other for the first time.

Scully, LiAnn and the Director had waved and then piled into Scully's car,
taking off after only brief good-byes. Now he and Alex were alone at last
and on their way back to Mulder's apartment. Alex sat quietly in the
passenger's seat, and Mulder was worried about him. He appeared to be in
shock, and his color was very pale. Mulder put out a hand and caressed the
back of his lover's neck. As he did so, he felt Alex flinch and mentally
cursed the evil man who had caused this to happen. He pulled smoothly into
his parking spot and climbed out of the car. Alex did not move, and after a
few minutes Mulder sighed and moved round to open his door.

"Come on, love, we're home." The other man sat there, staring blankly into
space. "Alex, come on. Let's go in." He bent and took Alex's hand, and Alex
allowed himself to be pulled from the car. Together, they went into the
building and headed for apartment 42.

Once inside, Alex appeared to relax a little bit, and after coats and shoes
had been put away, Mulder had turned to Alex, opening his arms as the other
man moved hesitantly into his embrace. They stood for long moments, Mulder
stroking the length of his lover's back as Alex rested his head on Mulder's
shoulder.

"Love, I was so worried about you. I thought I'd lost you." Mulder's voice
was gruff as he choked back the emotion that was threatening to overwhelm
him. He could feel Alex trembling in his arms as the other man clung to him.
He stood, arms folded around his man as he offered him whatever comfort he
could.

Alex stayed in the circle of Mulder's arms, clutching him tightly, head
pressed against his shoulder. He was rigid, and Mulder could sense his
distress. He made soothing noises and laid his mouth against the fine hairs
on the back of his lover's neck, gently nibbling the skin there as he did
so. Slowly, he felt Alex relax partway, and as Mulder rocked him gently from
side to side, Alex finally gave a sigh and raised his head to place his lips
onto Mulder's. There were a few seconds when Mulder wondered whether he
should kiss him back or hold off, and then Alex uttered a choking sob and
opened his mouth, kissing Mulder with an intensity that bordered on the
desperate.

The feel of Alex pressing up against him as their hands clutched wildly and
their tongues duelled together made Mulder groan. Alex seemed to go from
passive to desperate in the blink of an eye. As he strained against Mulder,
Alex had never felt quite so afraid. He felt violated. He felt abused. He
had (at least temporarily) lost the confidence that had always been his
trademark and was suddenly feeling extremely vulnerable.

"I've missed you so much. I thought I was going to die without ever seeing
you again." The whisper was breathy, husky and immediate. Mulder felt an
answering jolt pass through the centre of him as his body responded to his
lover's need.

"Come on, Alex, let's get you cleaned up." Mulder reluctantly peeled his
clinging lover from him and took his hand, leading him into the bathroom
where he turned to face Alex. Gently peeling off the other man's clothes, he
turned on the shower and pushed him under the warm spray, then began to shed
his own garments in order to follow him in.

Alex stood under the torrent of water, face turned upwards, allowing it to
beat on his skin as he relaxed slowly. When Mulder stepped in behind him, he
leaned back onto him, wriggling lasciviously as their bodies touched. Mulder
put his arms around Alex, employing a soapy sponge on him as he did so, and
letting his head droop until he could apply his lips to Alex's throat. Alex
sighed and lay back against Mulder, allowing him free rein over his body.

The days of incarceration had left Alex with a heavy growth of beard and it
felt scratchy on Mulder's cheek as he nuzzled Alex's neck. He ran his soapy
hands busily over Alex, washing away the sweat and grime of his
incarceration. Alex, silent up until now, suddenly turned towards him and
grabbed hold of him, uttering a sentence in Russian as he did so, and then
kissing him as if his life depended on it.

The water ran down their faces and bodies, adding its own caress to tease
their nerve endings. Alex's hand cupped the back of his lover's head,
pressing him into the kiss as Alex's tongue sought out the sensitive
interior of the mouth he was exploring. Their bodies slid over each other,
slick with the feel of soap. Mulder slid his hands slowly down to cup Alex's
ass, pulling him in close so that their rapidly hardening erections were
pressed one against the other. He gave a happy sigh as they contested with
each other, laughing softly into Alex's mouth as the other man moaned and
writhed, attempting to get closer.

Finally, turning off the water, Mulder groped for towels, wrapping one
around Alex and drying him off tenderly. He knelt, kissing and licking
around the inside of Alex's thighs. His groin seemed strangely childlike
where the hair had been shaved away, but there was nothing childish in the
way Alex offered his penis to Mulder's mouth. Mulder extended his tongue to
flick it around the head of the cock in front of him. He could taste the
sweetness of Alex's skin overlaid with the salt bite of the droplets of
fluid that were oozing from the tiny slit. He gripped it in one hand, his
other passing behind Alex to sink into his ass cheeks, pulling him forward
towards his teasing mouth.

Circling it with his lips, he swirled his tongue over the head of it, paying
loving attention to the sensitive ridge that ran around it, and chuckling
again at the sound of Alex's gasps. As Alex began to buck and thrust in an
attempt to press right into his lover's mouth, Mulder pulled off, holding
his lips just out of reach, teasing and probing the sensitive end with his
tongue until Alex cried out and gripped his hair. Mulder laughed out loud at
Alex's yell of anguish and leaned forward briefly to suck hard on his cock
before letting go of it once more and rising to his feet.

"You haven't finished yet, you know! You need to shave. I'll get whisker
burns if you stay like that!" Alex sighed again, and turning to the sink,
began the process of scraping the whiskers from his chin. He finally
finished, rinsing his face in cold water and smoothing on a little lotion.
Mulder, who had remained behind him watching the process, stepped forward
and slipped his arms around him once again, tongue working on the back of
his neck, as his busy fingers sought out his nipples. playfully rolling and
tweaking them.

Alex let his head fall back onto Mulder's shoulder once again as he
luxuriated in the sweet sensations he was experiencing. He reached behind
him for Mulder's cock. It stood, straight and tall, and Alex took hold of
it, squeezing as he worked his hand up and down over the velvet skin that
covered the hard shaft beneath. Mulder groaned and moved his mouth over to
attack the sensitive curls and convolutions of Alex's ear, running the tip
of his tongue around inside until Alex shivered. Together they left the
bathroom and headed for their bedroom, pausing once in the doorway when Alex
pulled Mulder in to his embrace, kissing each other breathless as they came
together. Arriving in the bedroom, Mulder laid Alex out on the bed and stood
back to take inventory of his lover. Alex, who had been very silent until
now, finally decided to speak.

"They were going to castrate me. They said they would do the same to you.
You have to be careful, Fox! Don't let them get to you. I couldn't bear it
if they hurt you." Alex's voice was tense, and his face reflected his anger
and distress.

Mulder, who had heard him out in silence, climbed onto the bed beside him
and took him in his arms, rocking him gently and trying as best he could to
sooth his distressed lover. Gradually, he felt Alex relax as tension began
to drain away. He slowly rolled to cover Alex, feeling their two erections
hard against each other, and as they ground their hips together. Mulder
gazed down at his lover, thinking that he was still a little passive and
wondering how to help him recover his confidence.

Alex was lying, eyes closed and chest heaving as he felt himself rushing
towards his orgasm. Already, he could feel the sharp stabs of pleasure
radiating from his cock, through his balls and into the pit of his stomach.
It would not take long. He wondered if this would be the last time they
would ever make love. His fear for Fox was like a taste of acid in his
mouth, and he shuddered as he contemplated nameless tortures inflicted on
the man he loved. Determined to make the most of the time they had left
before the horror he was sure would come, he slid his hand around Mulder's
neck to pull his mouth down, and gently at first, then with increasing
passion, he kissed Mulder.

He could feel Mulder's lips pressing against his, and his tongue thrust in
to run over the sensitive ridge behind his teeth, finding Mulder's tongue
and sucking on it. He moaned. As they finally pulled back from their kiss,
he knew that he could not wait any longer.

"Fox, fuck me, please. I need to feel you inside me right now. I need you,
Fox." Alex spoke in a whisper, but Mulder responded instantly, groping for
lubricant and applying it to his fingers, while Alex licked along his neck
from collarbone to chin, nipping the loose flesh with sharp, white teeth and
leaving small contusions in his wake.

Moving down between Alex's legs, Mulder began to touch the crevice between
his ass cheeks, stroking with sticky, slippery fingers as he felt for the
small puckered site that would open for him. He ducked his head and licked
around Alex's balls, feeling the unusual sensation of the perfectly smooth,
hairless sacs in his mouth. He played there for a moment, relishing Alex's
moans as he sucked them gently into his mouth and swept his tongue over
them, feeling them tighten under his ministrations. He moved down to explore
Alex's perineum, listening to his lover's gasping breaths. He laughed as
Alex desperately clawed at him, trying to get what he craved most, and then
moved further down, parting his cheeks to reveal the opening between,
stiffening his tongue and pushing it home. Alex whimpered and jerked as
Mulder tongue-fucked him.

Trading tongue for fingers, Mulder slowly inserted his slippery digit into
Alex's tight ass, twisting and sliding it in and out, knowing when he
finally touched Alex's prostate because he cried out "Oh, God, Fox!" and
thrashed his head from side to side wildly.

Mulder could see that Alex was very close indeed to the edge, and he was
getting there himself. The sight of his lover helpless with desire as he did
all the things he could think of was making his belly go into meltdown.
Pulling himself up to his knees, he lifted Alex's legs to lay them over his
shoulders, and slicking up his cock, he placed it at Alex's opening, sliding
the head in past the tight sphincter muscle until he was buried in the hot,
liquid silk of his tight channel.

Alex was arched backwards, teeth sunk into his lip as he stared blindly up
at his lover. The sight of him made Mulder's head swim, and he paused, eyes
shut as he attempted to hold off the threads of ecstasy that were spilling
into his abdomen. Mulder began to move slowly, feeling the pulse and throb
of Alex's excitement echoed in his own sensations. Rapidly he found himself
pounding away, restraint forgotten as he drove into the man he loved. Alex
was whimpering now, incoherent cries urging him onward as they sliced though
his senses like razor blades, leaving the keen edge of absolute pleasure
behind. He grabbed Alex's cock, and jerked it as he thrust, sensations
building inside until he wanted to scream. He looked at Alex lying spread
beneath him, and each cry, each gasp and moan from his lover brought him
closer to the edge. He could feel his orgasm begin to bite down, and his
movements became more spastic and jerky by the second. Alex, who had closed
his eyes as he sank into the eroticism of the moment, suddenly gave a great
cry, and Mulder could feel his flesh tighten and pulse as he came, spurting
the evidence of his orgasm up against Mulder's belly as he convulsed once,
twice, three times. His semen shot as he lay, bathed in sweat, exhausted,
but unable to look away from Mulder as he finally emptied himself deep
inside his lover's flesh. Mulder fell forward helplessly and lay, head
pillowed on Alex's chest, too weak to move.

After a short time punctuated only by gasping and groaning, Mulder summoned
up the energy to separate himself from Alex, and rolled to take him in his
arms.

"Fox, thank you for coming to my rescue. I never thought I'd see you again.
You're my hero." He gave a small grin. "You're my knight in shining Armani."

Mulder raised his head to look reproachfully at Alex but soon dropped his
head back down to Alex's shoulder once more, letting the absolute relaxation
of afterglow take him.

"Who is your all-time hero?" He tilted his head to look up at Alex, hazel
meeting intense green as they gazed at each other. Alex's eye contact was
intense; he appeared to be drinking in the sight of his lover, memorizing
every nuance and every slight change and flicker of expression. Mulder
rolled his head in to run his tongue over Alex's neck. There was a pause,
and Mulder thought Alex was not going to answer, but as Mulder was just
beginning to drift off into a warm place somewhere between waking and
sleeping, he heard Alex speak.

"Fox, did you ever watch the Roadrunner? You know, the cartoon?" Mulder
nodded, then raised his head again to look at Alex, amused, and unsure where
this apparent non sequitur was leading.

"Sure I did! Still do when I get the chance. I don't know anyone who
wouldn't laugh at him. Why?" Mulder rolled over to lie on his belly,
propping himself up on his elbows and cupping his chin in his hand. His
other hand moved to touch Alex's lips, stroking gently as the other man
thought.

"Well, when I think about all the stuff that's happened to me, I think
there's only one thing I can possibly choose as my hero." Alex had a dreamy
smile on his face as Fox's nimble fingers wandered over his face.

"You mean the Roadrunner?" Fox's brow was furrowed as he attempted to work
out how the cocky bird could have heroic tendencies, even for someone as
unusual as Alex.

"No, not the Roadrunner, that Coyote guy that stalks him all the time. He's
almost exactly like me. Watch him! He tries and tries to catch that damned
bird, and he sometimes comes close, but he never actually manages it. He
gets beat up, hit with huge objects, dropped off cliffs and exploded, but he
never gives up. He just takes his lickin' and keeps on tickin'! Just like
the ads! I really identify with that poor animal." Alex was smiling, and the
sight of him made Mulder feel very protective.

"Alex Krycek, alias Wile E. Coyote! Yeah, I can see the resemblance!" Mulder
dropped to cover Alex's mouth with his, and for a moment they shared a
tender kiss, with only moist sounds and faint rustling to break the silence
in the room. Finally, with a sigh they drew apart.

"How about you, Fox? Who do you look up to?" Alex was beginning to recover
from his post coital slump of exhaustion now and shifted to cradle the other
man so that his head rested on Alex's shoulder.

"I've never really thought about it before, Baby. Hmmm...let me see. When I
was a kid, it was always Han Solo. He was tough, rough, cute and a winner.
Now, I have to say that I no longer want to marry Princess Leia. Han's a
pretty cool guy though!" Alex giggled as he pictured Mulder, fending off
stormtroopers with Leia at his back.

"You'd lose your gun! The hairstyle would suit you though!" Mulder made an
exasperated sound.

"Here I am, baring my soul to you, and all you can do is mock me. Well, I've
got news for you, Mr. Coyote, you're in for some serious pain any minute."
He turned in the embrace of his drowsy partner and began to tickle him,
persisting until Alex was writhing and screaming in his attempts to dislodge
the insistant Mulder.

Finally, Mulder relaxed, allowing Alex to break free from his grip and then
snuggled back into him, pulling his arm around him and nuzzling his lips
across Alex's chest.

"You know, I think I have a new hero. You know I kinda like Jesse 'The Body'
Ventura. He's a clever guy, and he doesn't need a gun! He cuts through the
government bullshit in a most satisfactory way." Alex quirked an amused
eyebrow at Mulder.

"So are you gonna body slam me now?" He seemed fairly content to accept his
fate as Mulder moved to cover him.

"I'll save that for later, baby; what I have in mind is a new variation on a
body press and pin." There was no further talking as the two lovers moved
together to try for one fall, one submission or a knock out to decide the
winner."
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