Summary: Mulder finds out about Krycek's arm
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Can't afford to buy 'em.
Characters lovingly borrowed from Carter/1013/Fox.
Author's notes: This has been kicking around in my head a while
the recent talk about 'gluing' Alex's arm back, well... ...and
then I found
this word and it just reminded me of the boys so much! Um... This
a little twisted.
Acrotomophile - A person who is aroused by the thought of having
with an amputee or by fantasizing about it.
- Encyclopedia of Unusual Sex Practices
He hadn't expected to run into Mulder again. Not here. Not now.
after the disaster in Russia. Not after he had had his arm cut
anesthetic, making him feel clumsy and off-balance.
Their encounter now was more by accident than design. Alex had
Washington, casually leaving the warehouse after his meeting with
informant, when low and behold, there was Mulder.
Shit! Shitshitshit! He didn't need this. But there was no way
to avoid the
Alex raised the gun in caution, trying to keep Mulder on the other
the room. But Mulder was having none of it. He took another step
forward. Alex shook his head in warning. Mulder kept coming until
was right in front of Alex. Another step brought him closer still,
his personal space until Alex was forced to either step back,
weapon, or shoot the dumb bastard.
Somehow Alex restrained his finger from twitching over the trigger,
felt himself give ground. He was forced to retreat until he was
against a wall. Mulder still followed, pressing close. But Mulder
surprised him when he made no move for the gun. Instead his hands
to Alex's waist, holding him in place as he leaned close to Alex's
"I like it."
Alex frowned, pulling his head back, almost thumping it against
concrete, and stared at Mulder's face. Tooclosetooclose! Alex
distracted by the look on Mulder's face. A look he couldn't place
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Mulder reached up with his right hand in response, smoothing the
over Alex's jacket. The empty sleeve of Alex's jacket.
Alex's nearly dropped his gun in surprise. He stared hard into
eyes but all he could detect was rising excitement. His eyebrows
he blinked in astonishment. "You... you LIKE it?" Then
"Well, of course YOU do! They didn't cut off YOUR arm, you
"No! It's not that. It's just that..." his voice trailed
off. "God, Alex, it's
so... so..." Mulder's voice held awed reverence. He let his
under the leather, skimming over Alex's shirt and chest and up
shoulder. Gently he eased the jacket off the shoulder, revealing
truncated limb below.
"Ugly, you mean?" His face flushed with anger and embarrassment.
Mulder for putting him through this.
"NO! Oh no, baby. It's just so... erotic."
Alex released a small, exasperated sigh, anger washing away in
But Mulder was ignoring him, too intent on revealing the mutilated
Swiftly he started on Alex's buttons, barely restraining himself
simply ripping the shirt open and letting it fall to the floor.
"Did it hurt? Can you move it? Can I touch it?" Mulder's
down his shoulder, fingers lightly tracing over the stump. Mulder
and Alex jumped, sucking in a startled breath.
"No... No. I... no, it doesn't hurt. Well... sometimes."
Mulder kissed it again, tongue lightly touching the ragged flesh.
almost sobbed with tension. And then Mulder kissed it again and
a nervous chuckle start deep in his chest. "GOD, Mulder!
I thought you
would be repulsed." His finger brushed over Mulder's cheek.
Alex took a ragged breath, "Instead, you have the curiosity
of a child."
"But it's a part of you." He said it like it was the
explanation in the world. Like saying that Alex had green eyes.
Mulder leaned forward and kissed the hollow in Alex's neck then
the smooth skin out to the stump again. Alex felt all the hairs
on his body
stand on end. Mulder slipped his tongue into the cavity of Alex's
and Alex jumped. Shit! How the hell could an armpit be erogenous?
Mulder was touching him again, laving his tongue over the puckered
tracing over the scar tissue. "Can you flex it?"
Alex straightened his stump out. He heard Mulder give a happy
lean in to him. He could feel Mulder's erection pressing into
his leg. The
gun fell to the floor with a clatter.
"Move it around."
Alex rolled his shoulder joint and he felt Mulder's cock leap
at the sight.
"Oh god, Alex. I want you so bad."
Alex just stared at him. "I can't believe this! This is turning
"Oh, yeah," Mulder's reply was low and breathy.
"Christ, Mulder, you know you are a sick and twisted, little
Mulder's lips met his. "Yeah, but I'm your sick and twisted,
Mulder reached for the buttons of his Levi's, parting them swiftly.
felt himself harden as Mulder's hand slipped inside and caressed
Alex brought his hand up to the nape of Mulder's neck and pulled
a ferocious kiss. Mulder groaned into his mouth, one hand stroking
steadily, the other lightly playing over the amputation. Alex
hips rock forward, his cock straining to be free. Clumsily he
down and freed Mulder's cock. Mulder groaned again.
Quickly they divested themselves of clothes, tossing them carelessly
the hard floor to act as an impromptu bed. Alex sighed happily
made slow passionate love to him. He had feared that no one would
want him again, that they wouldn't be able to see past his disability.
it to Mulder to not only see past it, but to be turned on by the
Afterwards they lay back on their makeshift bed caressing
one another. Alex had to shake his head when Mulder
continued to stroke and touch his stump.
"You know why they did it, don't you?" Alex hear Mulder
"Not really. Maybe they just wanted to make me a part of
There was a whole group of them."
"No. They were trying to SAVE you."
"Save me?" Alex asked, incredulous. "By cutting
off my arm? With no
"They thought they were saving you from the tests. If you
didn't have the
small pox vaccination scar, you didn't get tested."
"How do you know?"
"The people who found me wanted to save me, too."
Alex shuddered at the thought. His beautiful Mulder, disfigured.
of those long tapered fingers gone. Lying in a decaying pile of
flesh on the
forest floor. Alex trembled again.
"Did I tell you that I always wanted a peg leg? I don't know
why. I guess
I just thought, you know, that people wouldn't expect as much
out of me.
You know?" Mulder's fingers continued to explore the area,
outlines of the truncated flesh.
"My favorite show was 'The Fugitive.' My favorite books were
Dick' and 'Treasure Island.' Be my Ahab, my pirate, Alex."
as Mulder tongue skimmed over his lower lip, as if wetting it
Alex kissed him again. "Why did you want to be disfigured?"
"I guess I just thought that it would be so much easier,
you know? If
people could see your scars. See your pain. Then they could forgive
for it. Make allowances. Not expect you to be the perfect child,
perfect son. The perfect agent. If all your pain is on the inside
invisible. They can't see the crappy childhood. The broken heart.
tattered soul. The scars on your psyche. Part of me has been missing
I was twelve. A part that I search for everyday. But people can't
that just by looking at you. The loss of your soul, the loss of
childhood is not nearly so obvious. So they expect you to continue.
carry on. Even though you feel like you barely have the strength
to get out
of bed in the morning. Sometimes it just seems so unfair."
Alex hugged him close, wrapping his one good arm around him, lightly
caressing him with his fingers. "Your right, Mulder. People
look at you
and all they see is the outside. A handsome guy who seems to have
Good job. Good looks. Intelligence. Wealthy family. From the outside
looks like you have everything."
Mulder kissed him again. "And now I do, Alex. Now I have
People may become attracted to amputees for many reasons. These
include fetishes, vicarious sadism, low self-esteem, a legitimate
poor performance, respect for an amputee's adjustment to a handicap,
to rescue and care for an amputee, and fear that this loss could
- Encyclopedia of Unusual Sex Practices
"You know, Mulder, you ARE Ahab."
"You know it's interesting that you should say that because
wanted a peg leg. It's a boyhood thing I never grew out of. No,
being flippant. And I've given this a lot of thought. If you have
leg or hooks for hands, you know, maybe it's enough to simply
living. Bravely facing life with your disability. It's heroic
just to survive
but without these things you're actually expected to make something
life. Achieve something. Earn a raise. Wear a necktie. So... so...
anything I'm actually the antithesis of Ahab because if I did
have a peg leg
I would quite possibly be more happy and more content and not
need to chase after these creatures of the unknown. "
'The Talk on the Rock'
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