Skirting the Issue
Archive: Sure, just tell me about it first. Distributing's okay
too. Series: Challenges of Everyday Life 0.2 - sequel to Birthday
Wishes and prequel to everything else
Disclaimer: They still don't belong to me. And I'm still not happy
about it. Note: My very short response to Endymion's January drag
challenge. It possessed me, and I take absolutely no responsibility!
:) Anyone know a good exorcist? (This was written and archived
a few weeks ago but never posted.)
Story Summary: Mulder runs into Krycek in a bar.
It had been a long day, a long week, and Mulder was really looking
forward to relaxing in peaceful anonymity at one of his favorite
bars. He'd convinced Scully that he'd be fine, gone home just
long enough to change and was now happily settled with a glass
of whiskey, watching the entertainment. The management here used
a combination of women and transvestites, and Mulder enjoyed trying
to figure out which were which.
Suddenly, he choked on his drink, staring in disbelief at a familiar
pair of green eyes. Even though they now showed sheer horror,
he immediately recognized those eyes surrounded by thick lashes
that he'd last seen in his bed over a month ago.
"Alex." His lips shaped the word, but no sound escaped
Krycek's gaze darted around the room desperately, seeking an escape
Mulder watched him carefully, taking note of the faint tremors
wracking him and checking out every detail of his appearance.
Alex actually looked pretty good in the black leather miniskirt
and heels, although Mulder didn't much like the blond wig. In
fact, if not for those unforgettable eyes, he'd never have recognized
the sometime assassin. Eyeing the sheer stockings and smooth legs
beneath them, Mulder wondered if his legs were the only thing
Alex had shaved. He looked forward to finding out.
He remembered his disappointment the day after his birthday when
he woke up and Krycek was gone. He'd expected it, knowing that
he'd scared the hell out of the younger man by being affectionate,
but he'd still hoped to find Alex in bed beside him. This time
he was going to handcuff the rat to the bed to make sure he didn't
leave before Mulder was ready for him to.
Krycek looked distinctly nervous now. He watched Mulder look him
over, trying to ignore how his cock twitched under the warm regard
of those hazel eyes, and he wondered what the other man would
do. Mulder had to be pretty pissed at him for the seduction and
his disappearing act, not to mention the litany of other evils
he usually accused him of.
But Krycek was working in this bar, and unless he wanted to find
another place to hide from the Smoking Man's hitmen, he'd better
start performing. He couldn't believe he was going to have to
do this while Mulder watched. He glanced over, praying that Mulder
had somehow evaporated in a puff of smoke, but no such luck. He
was still sitting there, watching Alex with interest.
Alex held in a whimper through sheer determination and stepped
up onto the elevated stage as his music started. He moved to the
beat, the rhythm seizing hold of him as he twisted sensuously,
easily capturing the attention of nearly every man in the place.
But for once he was unable to lose himself in the music, his attention
held by the lanky man staring at him lustfully, full lips parted
as he leaned toward Alex like metal drawn to a magnet. Alex suddenly
realized that somewhere along the line he'd begun dancing for
Mulder alone, every movement of his body an invitation. And it
looked very much like Mulder intended to take him up on it.
Mulder watched Alex dance. Despite the feminine attire which should
have made him look ridiculous, Alex practically oozed sex appeal.
It was the attraction of an animal confident in itself, unconscious
and therefore even more attractive. Mulder watched every ripple
of every muscle in the legs exposed to his gaze, and he looked
forward to seeing them ripple as they wrapped around him. Considering
Alex's attire tonight, it was only fair that Mulder take him this
time, he mused with a grin.
Their eyes met at that moment, and Alex missed a step at the heat
he saw in Mulder's eyes. He wouldn't have cared if the entire
Consortium and every federal agent in the country walked in just
then, as long as they didn't come between him and Mulder and a
Finally, the music ended, and Alex stepped down from the stage
directly in front of Mulder. Neither of them noticed the envious
looks being thrown their way, so engrossed were they in each other.
Mulder got straight to the point. "Have you stopped running,
Green eyes flashed up to meet hazel. "You know that I can't
stay. You know why."
Mulder nodded. "I know. But I also know that you must have
periods when you could be here. If you wanted to. I know I can't
find you when you don't want to be found, and I know that there
are a lot of things we need to talk about, but can't we try? I
missed you." He said the last defiantly.
Alex gasped. No one had ever said that to him before, at least
not since he was a very young child. He stared at Mulder like
a child looking in the window of a candy store, and when Mulder
held out his hand to him, he reached out and took it.
Mulder stood up, drawing Alex toward the door.
"Mulder, wait. I have an apartment upstairs." When Mulder
hesitated, he added, "We can't go to your place, Fox. With
all the surveillance there, I'd be dead within minutes."
Mulder nodded and let Alex lead him to his apartment, staying
back a bit while following him up the stairs for the sheer pleasure
of watching his legs in that skirt. The instant they were inside
the apartment, Alex was stripping off his clothes, kicking the
shoes into a corner as he pulled off the loose blouse he wore.
Mulder reached out and yanked the blond wig off his head, breathing
a sigh of pleasure when he saw the familiar dark hair emerge.
Staring at Mulder the whole time, Alex stepped out of the leather
skirt, smirking at the expression on Mulder's face when he saw
the g-string and thigh high stockings that Alex wore.
"Take them off," Mulder rasped.
"What, you don't think they're sexy?" Alex teased.
"Take them off or I'll fucking rip them off. I want to see
you, feel *you*."
Alex grinned, pulled off the g-string, and turned around to roll
the stockings down his legs, wiggling his ass at Mulder as he
A low growl was his only warning before Mulder pounced.
Mulder had unfastened his pants while Alex was stripping and slathered
on some lube from the tube conveniently lying on the table - he
did *not* want to know - so he simply stepped up behind the tease
and pushed home.
Alex cried out wordlessly.
Mulder forced himself to still. "Am I hurting you?"
"A ... aaahhhh . . . a little. Fuck, don't stop! You feel
so good, Foxy. . . mmmm. God, harder, fuck me harder." Alex
thrust back wantonly against his lover, loving the feeling of
being filled by him.
Having thought about this nearly every moment since he'd last
been with Alex, Fox knew he wouldn't last long. He reached around
to grasp Alex's cock, stroking it at first softly, teasingly,
then harder, faster, just like his thrusts into Alex's ass.
"Fooooxxyyyyy!!" Alex wailed his name as he came, and
Mulder muffled his own cry in Alex's shoulder, biting down hard
as he exploded into Alex.
He leaned on the younger man as he caught his breath, then carefully
pulled out of him and dropped down onto the sofa. Alex, still
wearing one stocking, turned to face him with a wary expression
on his face.
//I thought it was supposed to be the *fox* at bay,// Mulder couldn't
help thinking, a faint smirk passing over his face.
"We need some ground rules, Alex."
If anything, Krycek looked more nervous.
"I'm not going to ask you to tell me anything that will endanger
you. I won't try to arrest you, shoot you, punch you or anything
along those lines. I don't expect you to start killing my enemies
or anything," he missed the faint smile that crossed Alex's
face at that, "but in return I want some guarantees from
"When you're in town, you're mine."
Alex just stared.
"No more stupid games, no vanishing in the middle of the
night, and above all, no one else."
Alex stared some more, unable to believe that he was being offered
paradise. There had to be a catch. "I can't go to your apartment
all the time. Half the world either bugs it or breaks in on a
"So we'll find someplace else. But that's what I want from
you. Take it or leave it." Mulder stared back stubbornly.
Hope began to blossom inside Alex. "Deal." And they
sealed it with a kiss.