by Dr. Ruthless and PaulaMP
(Sequel to "Tidal Wave")
RATED NC-17 for squidgy thoughts, naughty mindedness and boy on
stuff. You have been warned.
SUMMARY: M/K - Fox'n Alex wake up together after Alex's seduction
of Fox in
DISCLAIMER: They are too ours, but they were switched at birth
and now we
can't prove it.
SPOILERS - Vague for Dreamland
FEEDBACK - Please! firstname.lastname@example.org and PaulaMP@aol.com
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS: *Many* thanks to Dr. Ruthless who was the "driver"
me go along for the ride! :-)
Alex Krycek was totally blissed out. He sprawled out on the floor
Mulder's apartment, lying on his belly with his feet in the air,
newspaper and eating a chocolate chip cookie while he waited for
return with breakfast for them both. He wore a pair of Mulder's
and a white T-shirt, and his hair, still damp from the shower,
the sunlight from the window. All he needed to make this day perfect,
coffee and Mulder himself.
//It's the modern equivalent of 'a book of verse, a flask of wine
// he mused. //a tall non-fat latte, a New York Times, and thou,
though if I
really had to I could live without the first two if I just have
He closed his eyes, recalling the night before. He had turned
to fight with Mulder, and ended up sleeping beside him, waking
in the night
to kiss and be kissed, as the two of them discovered that they
actually hate each other at all.
//I don't know what I'm thinking of. I should just take off and
run as far
away as I can, but I'm not going to. I can't remember ever feeling
this relaxed and carefree before. It's almost like a dream. I
think I love
Beside the window, Mulder's telephone rang, and he heard Mulder's
in as the answering machine picked up.
"I can't come to the phone right now. I'm entertaining a
guest." Mulder's voice was a purr, and he made the sentence
ooze with sexual
Alex's brow furrowed. What the heck was happening here? When had
The door flew open, and Mulder himself stood there bearing paper
which came a savory smell that reminded Alex that he was starving.
closed the door and took his burden through to the kitchen, where
be heard rattling plates as he prepared breakfast for the two
of them. He
took off his jacket, tossing it negligently over the back of a
carried out a plate on which a pair of "Egg McMuffins"
and a mound of hash
browns was reclining. He returned a moment later with a couple
containers of coffee, and handed one down to Alex.
"Oh, gourmet cookery, Mulder! Macdonald's, huh? You really
know how to show
a guy a good time. You know what? I really prefer food!"
His grimace of
apparent distaste was spoiled by the loud sound of his stomach
Alex rolled over lazily and lay, coffee balanced on his chest,
dreamily up at the other man through spiky lashes. He sighed.
Mulder poked at him with the toe of one of his sneakers. "Come
on lazy. Get
yourself together or I'm going to eat everything." Alex grinned,
grin that held no malice.
"I can see right up the leg of your jeans." He confided,
leg and tweaking a bunch of hairs out. Mulder, choked, yelped
his foot free hastily, moving with great speed to place himself
Snickering, Alex roused himself to sit up, placing the coffee
on the floor
beside him, and reached for a sandwich.
Mulder spotted the light flashing on his answering machine and
to check his messages, snagging the other sandwich as he went.
"I don't get it." Alex looked up at Mulder, cheek bulging
as he chewed on
"Funny, that's not how I remember it." Mulder's leer
was pure Groucho Marx
as he wiggled his eyebrows at the man with whom he had just spent
incredible night of his life.
Alex rolled his eyes.
"No, you fool, I mean I can't figure out how you knew I'd
be in town." he
chomped down on his breakfast again, reaching for a hash brown
as he did so.
"I didn't!" Mulder was a little confused.
"Oh, come on, you don't have to pretend anymore. I heard
machine message." Alex's smile was shark-like. The hash browns
disappearing rapidly, and Mulder quickly moved to intercept the
forestalling Alex's attempt on the final one.
"*What* are you talking about?" Mulder's confusion was
muffled by the
mouthful of food. Alex pushed the last piece of sandwich into
his mouth, and
got to his knees, crawling across to push the button on the answering
machine. Mulder's voice filled the room once more as the message
Mulder listened with increasing bewilderment.
There was a pause, the kind of pause that usually happens at the
just before the drill goes in. Mulder swallowed, his brow furrowed.
"That's *not* me. I didn't put that message on my machine!"
Alex snorted. "Oh, so we have an X-file? What? Did someone
invade your body
and make you leave that message?" He lay back, licking his
like a cat. "And what about this *very* special guest? You've
naive about your apartment's make-over when it was part of *your*
along after you found out I was in town." His fingers clean,
he took a swig
of coffee, then scrunched around and began to "stalk"
Mulder, running his
hand up inside the leg of his jeans, stroking and petting as he
rubbed his cheek on Mulder's denim clad leg, his day-old beard
against the faded cloth as he did so. Mulder's hand fell to Alex's
he began idly twiddling with the short strands as he sat, clumping
into spikes, long fingers caressing Alex's scalp. Alex made a
could have been a purr, arching his neck to present the area just
ear to Mulder's busy fingers.
Mulder meanwhile, was thinking things through, and was still totally
confused. "Being a bit presumptuous aren't you Alex? Let
me assure you, the
urge to do some spring cleaning hasn't hit me in a long time.
And how come
you're so sure I haven't been entertaining a gorgeous temptress?"
Alex flashed him a sardonic grin at this. "Well, you didn't
satiated when I arrived earlier. Come on - no need to be shy about
feelings - I knew you wanted that kiss when I was here last -
wanted it as long as I have." He pouted a little as Mulder's
it's movement in his hair. His own hand slid up Mulder's thigh,
scratching over his groin and moving to explore the zipper.
"Did you forget the rest of your visit - when you tasked
me with stopping
some sort of planned invasion of earth? Then surely you heard
grapevine about my trip to Antarctica?" Mulder placed his
hand on Alex's
wrist, stopping the distraction of his insistent movement. "I
need access to
the X-files but I'm being denied at every turn. Why did I have
to be the one
who is supposed to save the fucking world?" His voice was
bitter and his
eyes looked out beyond Alex as he dwelled on the injustices he
His voice was flat as he ruffled Alex's hair. "I haven't
had much spare time
to get seducing you to the top of my "to do" list. Why
would I when I didn't
even think about it..
//Wouldn't let myself think about it!//
..until you came to me last night?"
// I didn't mean for us to get back to this so quickly.//
Alex stiffened, his hand fell to grip on his coffee cup. Mulder
that he had upset him.
// Damn the real world !//
Alex took a deep breath. "Look Mulder, maybe I can help."
The widely spaced
eyes Alex turned on Mulder were carefully expressionless, his
Mulder looked incredulous. "You, *help* me?" I don't
need your kind of
help." Before he had even finished speaking, he realized
how that had
sounded. Watching the guard come down across Alex's face felt
like a punch
to his gut. He couldn't look at the other man.
Alex's brain was racing. //He doesn't love me. He doesn't care.
What am I
going to do? God, this hurts. I should have stayed away.// He
head away so that Mulder could not see his face. He had never
felt so naked
// I wish I could tell him how he came to have the vaccine for
God, trust me Fox, just a little bit! I'd give you everything
if you'd only
"I thought maybe last night we had begun to build a little
bit of trust,
Fox. I guess I had it all wrong."
Alex set down the cup of coffee, remembering his earlier anticipation
sharing this morning ritual with Mulder. He felt as if he was
his dream as he left the cup on the table and moved to the bedroom
retrieve his clothes.
Mulder stood frozen. He could see the sadness in Alex's eyes and
go after him and fall back into the bliss of the waterbed's tidal
the tidal wave cresting toward him now was real life and his confusion
not let him move.
A short time later, Alex came back to the living room and paused
the couch where Mulder was sitting. When the other man kept staring
ahead, Alex decided to leave quietly, reaching out to grab his
coffee, as he went - wanting to take part of his dream with him
Mulder was left sitting on the couch with his jaw on his chest,
sure what had happened, but with a very uneasy feeling in the
pit of his
stomach. He rushed to open the window, thinking he could maybe
back, but Alex was not to be seen. Defeated, he pressed play on
answering machine again, scratching his head in bafflement at
He wondered what he could do. He had no way of contacting Krycek.
nothing about where the other man lived. All he did know was that
been a year since he had last seen Krycek, and that if he had
another year before seeing him again he would be devastated.
Mulder quickly fell back into his routine. He trudged through
the scut work
he and Scully were given; staying alert for hints as to the status
X-files and once again trying each night to doze on the couch
as the TV
droned on. If his heart hadn't a perpetual ache, he would have
nothing had changed.
One more thing was different. Each night the phone would ring
and his answer
of "Mulder' was met with a soft intake of breath - breath
he knew had once
been close to him, spilling over his body, even now making him
longing. Then, just as quickly, there would be only the dial tone
Why did it have to be this way? Mulder had asked himself this
night after the call. Tonight he began to ponder the question
call came and he wondered not why, but if, it had to be this way.
suddenly hit him that he had been so headstrong in his belief
that he had to
solve all of life's problems on his own, he hadn't given Alex's
help fair consideration.
Maybe Alex was right and they had begun to establish a small bond
during their night together. After all, Alex had had ample opportunity
harm or even kill him. It occurred to him that the younger man
shown patience and gentleness during that new experience for Mulder,
finally revealed feelings he had long kept hidden, even from himself.
Hell, what did he have to lose? How could it get any worse than
for hidden manure....
//The shit is out there! //
.....Having a boss out to get you and seeing a weasel who didn't
less believe, working *his* X-files? Could life actually get any
had he actually managed to chase away the one thing that might
//God, I'm self-destructive! //
Yes, he was going to try being a team with Alex - at work and
play. But how
could he get Alex back here?
He thought grimly for several minutes, then his brow cleared.
The world will beat a path to my door!" He sat back down,
and began to
devise a better rattrap!
Alex didn't know why he kept torturing himself each night, but
help himself. It had only taken one night to become addicted to
closeness of Fox and if a quick "Mulder" over the phone
was all he could
get, he would take it. Alex had gotten into the habit of sipping
coffee and picking up the phone to call when he knew it was likely
would be home surfing through the TV channels. Tonight, the phone
to ring and the disappointed man almost hung up before deciding
that even if
it wasn't live, he would listen to Mulder's voice on the answering
"Mulder here. Well, actually I'm not here, because I'm at
the store stocking
up on champagne and candles. Like a good boy scout I want to stay
for second chances."
Alex nearly choked on the rich dark liquid he had been drinking.
Mulder's idea of a joke? Was this message indeed for him? Or had
some other "special guest" all along? Well, he certainly
anything to lose - best not to waste an opportunity. And Alex
was out the
He pulled up short as he approached Mulder's apartment building.
elation upon hearing Mulder's message was giving way to doubt.
made it clear, hadn't he, what he thought of the tactics Alex
found necessary to use as he also pursued some of the truths Mulder
Despite the way Mulder's apartment had been set-up that night,
resulting passion had seemed as much a surprise to the apartment's
inhabitant as it had been to Alex. Alex knew Mulder too well,
and as much as
he believed Mulder felt the attraction between them, Alex also
knew it was
just as likely Mulder was desperately trying to deny those feelings.
Maybe this was some kind of trap Mulder was setting, hoping to
and ensure his punishment. Alex pulled his jacket closer around
him as the
chill of the night seemed to suddenly envelop him. No, this was
too good to
be true and Alex turned, retracing his steps back into the lonely
had hoped to escape. He rounded the corner and was gone just seconds
Fox Mulder's yearning face appeared in the window above.
It was Christmas Eve. Presents were wrapped and in place, people
home and the streets were empty now. Although it was only five,
it was dark
already. Outside there was a strong wind rattling the window of
apartment. It had begun snowing at about two o' clock that afternoon
there were several inches of the stuff lying on the sidewalk.
peered through the window wondering if tonight would be the night.
message had been on his machine for the last couple of days, and
he had just
finished updating it yet again, having decided that tonight would
His apartment was polished and shiny. He had set the table and
candles waiting to be lit. In the window, there was another candle,
beside it, a champagne cooler sat, illuminated by the flickering
Anyone passing on the street below would see it, and would be
able to read
the sign that protruded from it. The sign read "For my VERY
Mulder was hopeful that tonight would be the night Alex would
take pity on
him. The phone had rung several times during the evening, and
he had left it
to the machine to pick up, waiting, hoping against hope that this
be the right one, and that Alex would come home to him.
The first time the phone had rung, it had been Scully of course,
a merry Christmas and commenting on his voice message, hoping
that he was
having a good time. The second time had been Langly and Frohicke,
who made a
couple of jokes about his choice of activity for Christmas Eve
demanding that he call them if he wanted to go over in the morning
'really cool Yule, dude!'
The third caller had left no message, hanging up as the message
Several minutes later the same thing had happened, although this
caller had held on the line for a minute or two more, and Mulder
the phone to yell "Hello, Alex?" before the sound of
dead air greeted him.
He was now waiting, as he had done each night for the past few
searching the street hopefully, offering prayers to whatever deity
listen that Alex would come tonight.
He had dressed with care. He was wearing a silk shirt, open at
the neck, and
a pair of black jeans. His feet were bare, and his sleeves were
to his elbows. He had wrapped a number of packages in Christmas
they were piled in a corner beside the fish tank. He had made
an attempt to
put up some decorations, and there was a huge bunch of mistletoe
from the centre of the light fixture. Mulder was leaving nothing
at all to
His stereo, rarely used, was playing softly. He had put on a couple
and the sound of REM was washing through the apartment. The smell
something spicy and Italian wafted from his kitchen. Mulder, who
very badly since the night he had spent with Alex, sank down onto
to wait. There was nothing else he could do now except wait.
He awoke with a start. The music was finished, and the snow was
against his window, obscuring the view of the street below. His
cold, and he stirred himself, intending to go to the bedroom and
socks. Dragging himself up off the couch he looked at the time
and saw that
it was only a few minutes short of midnight. He closed his fist,
eyes that were suddenly full with tears.
"Oh, God, Alex!" Forlornly, he stood up and turned to
go into his bedroom.
Sitting in his armchair, white beard flying, hood pulled down
cotton wool eyebrows, was a Santa Claus. Mulder practically jumped
"What the fuck?" He was over to the chair in two strides,
grabbing the front
of the Santa's jacket, and hauling the man out of his seat. He
than he appeared, and it seemed that much of Santa's bulk was
out of his chair, he proved to be at least as tall as Mulder.
Mulder held on
to the jacket and gritted his teeth in the Santa's face.
"Who are you and what are you doing in my apartment? Anyone
would think I
have signs out inviting everyone over." He gave Santa a shake,
appeared to grin beneath his cotton wool facial fuzz.
"Actually," a muffled voice said from behind the beard.
"As a matter of fact
you do!" The abused Santa was showing an alarming tendency
to giggle, and
finally Mulder's light bulb went on.
"Alex! Oh God, my Alex!" He ripped away cotton wool,
facial fuzz, wire
spectacles and hat in one smooth movement, and then swept Alex
crushing embrace, lips fitting to lips as Alex turned his face
up to the
kiss. Mulder's arms went around the rotund figure, hands searching
for a way
to get his lover disentangled from the grotesque padding. His
over Alex's lips, snaking into the other man's mouth to discover
Abandoning his attempts to find a way into that maddening jacket,
his hands up to cradle Krycek's face, deepening the kiss, sucking
tongue and trying as best he could to sink into Alex's skin, or
become one with him.
When at last he let Alex go, it was to find the buttons on the
front of that
maddening jacket, undoing them, and sliding his hands inside to
warmth of his body within. As his arms went around him, pulling
Mulder leaned his head on Alex's shoulder and pressed as close
to him as he
"I was terrified. I thought I'd never see you again. Oh,
God, I'm so happy."
Alex turned his head to press his lips onto Mulder's ear. For
a minute more,
they said nothing, then Alex, who had been running his hand over
the silk on
Mulder's back, pulled away, mouthing "Come on." as he
drew Mulder in the
direction of the bedroom. Mulder pulled back.
"Oh, no! I'm not that easy!" He grinned at Alex, and
placed a quick kiss on
the corner of his mouth before he continued. "I've gone to
a lot of trouble
to set this up. You aren't going to short circuit even one little
pressed Alex down into a seat, and stood back. "It's my turn
to seduce you,
and I've got the full routine all ready for you. I'm not going
to miss a
trick, I promise you. By the time I'm finished, we'll be able
notes and decide who's got the best technique! Get out of that
and I'll go heat up supper." With that, he moved over to
close the window
drapes, extinguish the candle, and remove the sign that had been
The candlelight cast flickering shadows over the faces of the
had eaten dinner, and between them they had emptied a bottle of
was smoking a cigarette as Mulder moved quietly about, replacing
clearing dishes away into the kitchen, and pausing from time to
touch Alex gently. Alex sat smiling, his eyes bright as they followed
around the room. As the music began to play, Mulder took Alex's
pulled him up.
"Dance with me?"
"Oh yeah!" As the slow driving rhythm, and the intricate
Ultravox's "Hiroshima, Mon Amour" filled the air, the
two of them clung to
each other and swayed. Mulder smiled down at Alex, whose head
was on his
shoulder and began to tug at him just a bit. Alex looked up into
eyes. "I thought we were taking this slow."
Mulder grinned as he looked off to the side and toward the ceiling
from which sprigs of mistletoe hung. "Oh, we are."
Alex's eyes followed to where Mulder looked and his chuckle reverberated
around the room. "I must admit I didn't have you figured
traditionalist Fox." Still swaying to the music, Alex began
to guide them
toward the center of the room. "Did you really think you
would have to trick
me into kissing you?"
Mulder was still grinning. "Well, I couldn't be too sure.
It certainly took
you long enough to take me up on my answering machine messages.
Alex's smile had not disappeard either. "Well, maybe if you
had thrown a
'Hey Alex' in there somewhere."
Mulder looked at Alex increduously and laughed. "With the
people that listen
in on my phone?" The men had arrived under the mistletoe
and Fox could feel
the hard length of Alex's body through the denim and silk. He
glanced up at
the sprigs of greenery and berries and back down at Alex. "But
Just show me how traditional *you* can be." Mulder, reconsidering
planned for the evening, paused as he leaned toward Alex and his
sparkled impishly. "Well, at least for a minute or two."
Then Fox turned serious as he put his hand up to cup Alex's chin,
so that he could cover those soft lips with his, his tongue slipping
the other man's mouth, discovering all over again the langourous
tongue on tongue. Alex drew a sharp breath, and proceeded to kiss
so hard that his toes curled up. His hand went to cup Fox's behind
him in against the hardening bulge in the front of his jeans.
softly as he felt an answering hardness pressing against him.
deepened, mouth bruising mouth as they clung to each other. Mulder's
around Alex's waist held him against his straining body, and his
buried in the shiny hair of the back of his head, kept his mouth
that kiss. Alex could feel his knees growing weak as Mulder continued
explore his mouth.
"Am I getting this right? Are we ready for the next stage
Alex cocked an eyebrow at the taller man quizzically.
"What next stage, Fox?"
"Hmmm..let me see, how does it go? 'Wine me, dine me, 69
me!' I think that
was it!" His grin broadened as Alex lifted his head to stare
at him with a
faintly shocked expression. "You didn't think you were getting
out of here
without putting out for me, did you? This is a seduction, baby!
Your ass is
Alex smiled again. "Fox," he said quietly "it always
Fox Mulder felt his breath stop as he digested that statement.
As it sank
in, he groaned, holding Alex to him as hard as he could, mouth
sliding over the other man's lips as he tasted him, drank him,
him. Pulling back briefly, he grabbed a candlestick from the table,
leading Alex, he headed for the bedroom.
"I've got this all set up! Just you wait!"
Undressing Alex was interesting. Mulder had thought it would be
a matter of
seconds before he and Alex were skin on skin, but his fingers
and the buttons were sticking. After his third attempt to undo
the button on
the other man's jeans, Mulder was preparing to rip the damned
things off his
lover's body. Alex, faintly alarmed, pulled away and began to
offending button, saying mildly.
"If ever I want to go out in public again, I'm gonna need
to keep warm,
Fox." Grinning widely, he wriggled out of his pants, leaving
twitching with lust as he stretched to take off the T-shirt he
Finally he stood naked in front of Mulder, maliciously smiling
surveyed the effect he was having on his lover.
Fox ran his hands over him, licking his ear, his cheek, finally
lips on the other man's neck, sucking until the fair skin there
turn red. He lowered Alex onto the bed, grinding his pelvis into
him as he
did so. Alex whimpered, and put his hand down to unfasten Fox's
pushing the harsh denim of his jeans down, freeing his penis to
against him as he held him tightly. At last they were lying together,
exploring each others' bodies, mouths wandering over each other
uttered barely audible declarations of love.
Lying pressed alongside Alex, Mulder drew his head back, taking
beauty of him as he lay, head thrown back in abandon. His white
bared to him as he arched, eyes closed, inviting Mulder's caresses.
biting his lip. The ruin of his left arm was tucked into the tumbled
and he had his other hand twisted into Fox's hair. As Fox slid
his hands up
and down on Alex's hardness, and listened to the gasping breath
that told of
Alex's growing need. Mulder spoke gently, knowing that he was
taking a step
he would never be able to retreat from.
"Alex, Alex love, listen to me." The green eyes flew
open as Alex realized
that Fox's voice held urgency. "I'm so sorry about the things
I said to you
that morning. I hadn't thought things through. I'd be really glad
could help me. You and I both know you have sometimes...um ...used
tactics than I do as we deal with this conspiracy, so it never
dawned on me
that we would ever be working toward the same end. If you can
work with me,
it would be wonderful. I'm just not used to needing help - accepting
it's a new thing for me."
Alex's eyes shone. The hand that was tangled in Mulder's hair
head down, and Alex's mouth fastened onto Fox's in a kiss that
sweet darts of his tongue that searched out pleasure points, teasing
into tingling fire. Rolling to cover him, Alex deepened his kiss,
him down and running his hand down to squeeze his cock, rubbing
exploratory thumb over the moisture glistening on the tip.
As Fox gasped and writhed, Alex slowly worked his hand down to
circles around his tight asshole, moist finger dipping, pressing,
its way in to the heat of the channel there. As he pushed his
finger in to
stroke Fox's prostate, he released Fox's mouth and dropped his
his way down with gentle nips and licks, pausing to suck a nipple
mouth and nibble, before working delicately south once more. Reaching
belly, Alex ran his tongue around the shadow of his navel, before
a huge breath and blowing a resounding raspberry. Fox convulsed.
snickered and then, while Fox was drawing breath to protest, he
lips and sucked the full length of his cock inside his mouth and
throat. Fox went wild. His hips bucked crazily and as Alex held
sucking, fingers stroking and probing, Fox felt the rush of his
explode somewhere behind his balls, throwing out fiery streamers
sweet electricity along his cock, up his spine, and across his
came. Shouting words of love to the man who held him.
As he subsided, lying limply, sweat-bathed and skin flushed, he
ruefully at Alex.
"That wasn't supposed to happen just yet. I've got all these
things I want
to do to you." His voice tailed off. Alex was eyeing him
rather the way that a cat would eye a mouse. "Go for it,
Fox. I won't stop
you." Alex flung himself to lie back amongst the pillows,
his hand still
stroking circles onto the skin of Mulder's shoulder. Mulder breathed
and then climbed out of the bed. Padding off to the other room,
with a package, which he tossed onto Alex's chest.
"Here, this is for you." He grinned, and disappeared
again. A moment later,
as Alex was methodically working his thumbnail under the tape
package, Mulder returned with the champagne bucket, now filled
with ice, and
a bottle of the wine. "Oh Lord, Alex! I had you pegged as
the type who would
rip and tear, don't tell me you're a methodical unpicker of parcels...I
can't stand it!"
Alex flashed him a smile. "Instant gratification is OK in
it's way, but I
like my pleasures to last..." His smile turned malicious
as he surveyed his
own state of arousal. His prick stood tall, and as he finally
the wrapping from his gift, he pulled out a pair of cheap, fur
handcuffs. "Oh, please!" He held them out, smile widening
as he extended his
wrist. "Do it to me! Give me all you've got!" Mulder
clasped them onto him,
fastening the other link to the headboard, and then moved to sit
chest, bringing the bottle of champagne with him.
The sound of the champagne bottle was very loud in the small bedroom.
music still played in the other room, but the smoky tones of Amanda
were eclipsed by the shriek that rang out as cold wine spilled
from the top
of the bottle to pour onto Alex's chest.
"Fox, you bastard! Yob tvoyu mat!" He writhed from side
to side, trying to
escape from the freezing champagne that dripped onto him, but
Mulder's weight on top of him, coupled with the forced immobility
cuff had imposed, all he could do was curse! Fox laughed down
tenderly stroking the red face.
"What was that you just said? Were you insulting me by any
grin was wide, as he scrambled off Alex's chest, placing the cold
his tummy for a second, and then turning it so that the wine began
onto his stomach. "I'm going to have to punish you for calling
What did you call me anyway?"
"Not you..." choked Alex, "Not you, your mother!"
"Oh, you are a very bad boy. You will definitely have to
pay for that!" Fox
put the bottle back into the bucket and began to lap at the pooled
had collected in Alex's navel. As he drank, Alex's whimpers faded.
cold, baby? Is that what the problem is?" Casually seizing
the candle, Fox
tilted it, and drizzled hot wax up and down the tender flesh of
thighs. Alex screamed. His erection was impossibly hard, and he
his attempt to get some pressure on it.
"Oh God! Fox, please. Please....!" His words deteriorated
sounds as Fox began to lick the length of him in long, sweeping
Taking hold of his cock with one hand, Fox proceeded to lick around
head, swirling his tongue over the ridge, tasting him and making
him arch to
try and get more, further, deeper. Fox took a healthy swallow
champagne, and then dipped his head back to Alex's penis, taking
it all in,
the cold wine bathing it and making Alex's eyes bug out. Finally,
took the ice cube he had been nursing, and pushed it into Alex.
combination of ice and heat when Fox went down on him made him
more. Fox gave a low laugh and then wriggled up to share a kiss.
gasping and panting, and Mulder could see that he was very close
"Alex, I don't want you to come for a minute, just give me
a moment. Can you
do that for me? Can you hold on?" Alex groaned, but nodded.
him once more then moved away, searching for lube. Warming it
in his hand,
he began to apply it to Alex's cock, stroking it on with long
that made Alex moan and catch his breath. Finally, Mulder straddled
once more, and with a determined wriggle, plunged Alex's penis
him. Alex yelled once again, and the incredible sensation of being
the man he loved was almost more than he could bear. He could
fire bubbling up inside him, and as Mulder began to rise and fall
on him it
erupted to flow in torrents of joy around his cock. He felt himself
wildly, and his body went rigid as wave after wonderful wave of
jolted through him. At last he collapsed limply, and Fox fell
chest, murmuring soft words of endearment as they lay together.
"Jesus, Fox! I thought when we were together last time it
was your first?"
He gave Mulder a speculative look from beneath the veil of his
"It was. I've never been with another man. I've done my homework
can't tell you how many books I've been through this past week."
wryly. "It was a real education. I' m good for a whole bunch
"Not tonight. I think you broke something. I'm totally unable
to move, and
I'm all sticky." Alex lay in a tumbled heap, watching as
Fox released him
from the handcuffs.
"Come on, let's get you cleaned up" grinned Mulder,
tugging his lover to his
feet and leading him out of the bedroom to the bathroom. As they
phone, it rang, and Mulder's Christmas message was played.
"This is Fox Mulder. Sorry I can't come to the phone right
now, because I
hope I'm going to be making love to the person I love more than
The champagne is chilling and the candles are waiting. I hope
is as wonderful as mine is going to be. Leave me a message, and
you back when I come back to earth."
Frankie worked hard and long to beta out little offering. We left
her out of
the credits, and here's our penance:
Thank you Franklet! Sorry! Extra snuggles for you.....
Ummpf - kerplunk!!
Both men's eyes popped open, immediately alert. Yes, there was
some kind of noise in Mulder's living room. By instinct, Fox and
instantly reaching for weapons which were nowhere close by - long
during a night when an unquenchable Mulder had used more of the
helpful hints he had gathered in his recent "research"
to convince Alex he
was anything but broken.
But rather than the smooth transition to a defensive posture,
movement on the waterbed and the intricate entanglement of the
made the scene look like a comedy routine. When the men were finally
standing, Alex managed to locate his jacket, gun in pocket. With
his back and gun at the ready, the two men crept to the living
in the light that noone had remembered to turn off.
The men pulled up short as it appeared someone looking like Santa
to drag a bag *in* through the window. Mulder groaned. "Not
another Santa. I
*know* I took that sign out of the window."
Santa swung around to look at the gentlemen and his cheeks seemed
increase by several shades of rosy. It was at this time that Alex
remembered their state of dress - or lack thereof. While Alex
kept the gun
trained on Santa, Mulder retrieved sweatpants and t-shirts for
them both. As
they took turns dressing, Alex inquired, "Who are you and
what are you doing
Santa had finally gotten the bag in the window and appeared to
for something specific within its confines. "Well, I'm Santa
of course. And
I was asked by two ladies, Sue and Paula, to pay you a visit.
two nights together, you have been naughtier than many are in
year. As a matter of fact you were naughty to distraction. With
undulating in the waterbed and dripping candlewax, you made these
forget the important thank you they needed to make to Frankie
who had been
most helpful with beta and punctuation suggestions for a story
Alex let the gun drop to his side and Mulder spoke up. "What
are you looking
for in that bag?"
Santa replied as he kept rummaging. "Well, an appropriate
reproof of course.
CSM's house was my last stop, so I'm clean out of lumps of coal.
I do have
these switches, but I'm pretty sure you would find a way to use
Fox and Alex grinned at each other knowingly.
Santa continued ruffling through his bag. "I've got these
left for the reindeer. Uhhh, no, nevermind, let's not go there."
muffled snickers behind him. "Ah, here's the thing. Not sure
how this got in
It's a video of an Agent Screech, uh no, um, Spud, no, Spender
- that's it,
Spender. It's this Spender and some lady, Fowley? They're playing
You young men just sit down and watch that video and I'll go check
kitchen. Please tell me you've got something harder than milk
You're my last stop and I need to wind down."
Fox, looking bewildered, nodded and took the video from Santa.
groaned as they sat beside each other on the couch and Mulder
remote. Alex chuckled and leaned over to Mulder. "Will your
VCR be able to
play something so tame and dull?" Mulder nudged Alex's elbow
toward the kitchen.
Too late. Santa had heard and piped up. "No horseplay boys.
Just watch the
video or I'll have to see what else I might have in my collection."
quickly scooted to opposite ends of the couch.
A little while later, Santa returned to the living room, looking
jovial than Santa usually does, and found Alex and Mulder looking
appropriately chastised. "OK, I need you both to write a
quick apology to
Frankie and I'll be on my way."
The task completed, Santa took the note and reached in his bag
time. "I think Sue and Paula have a soft spot for you two.
They told me to
leave this with you as well." And Santa reached for the window.
Mulder took the package. "Santa, maybe you would like to
use the door?"
Santa smiled sheepishly. "You know what they say, old habits
die hard." And
Santa was out the door.
Alex tried to grab the package from Fox. "Oh no, Alex, I'm
not waiting on
you to make sure there are no rips in the paper." One tear
and the package
was open. Mulder got that mishchievous twinkle in his eyes and
held out the
package for Alex to see.
Alex's eyes brightened. "Mmm. Edible underwear. Wonder how
ladies have to make apologies?"
Neither man waited to ponder the question as they darted toward