Behind Door #3
Rating: NC-17 for m/m sex
Archive: Okay to TER/MA, allslash, Archive/X and All Things Rat.
Anywhere else, please ask me first. Series: Mulder in the Middle
Status: New, complete
Disclaimer: Mulder, Krycek and Michael belong to CC, 1013 and
Fox. Vic, Mac and all things OAT belong to Alliance. Lt. Baines
belongs to Excalibur Pictures. Note: Aside from Alex having two
arms, this parts from canon and takes off into an AU somewhere
between Drive and SR819. Thanks again to Aries, Nicole, Sue and
Rowanne for "encouragement" and beta.
SPOILERS: Xtro II (And if you've seen it, you'll know what I changed!)
Story Summary: Mulder has more Kryceks than he knows what to do
"Are you sure this is Canada?" Michael asked, looking
around. "It doesn't look any different."
"What did you expect," Alex responded, "igloos
and sled dogs?"
Mulder and Krycek just shook their heads and a passerby who overheard
their conversation glared, muttering about the weird ideas Americans
had about Canada. Mulder watched him continue on his way, wondering
what other damage they could do to international relations.
"Michael, Canada is not that different from what you're used
to. It's not like we're heading up above the Arctic Circle."
Michael shrugged, a little disappointed that Toronto looked and
felt like every other city he'd ever been in.
They headed for the prison where Victor Mansfield was incarcerated,
according to the file on him. When they'd found the information
on the ending of his police career, Mulder had manfully restrained
himself from making any comparisons. Alex's wry look told him
he knew exactly what Mulder was thinking. Neither of them commented
though, not wanting to explain any more of their past to Michael.
He already knew more than made either of them comfortable.
At the prison the three men were surprised to discover that Mansfield
wasn't there any more. The file had been clear that he'd been
sentenced to several years. By flashing his badge, Mulder convinced
the warden to check the files, finding that Mansfield had simply
been released with no explanation noted in his file. Mulder left
baffled, rejoining Alex and Michael at their hotel room. They
hadn't thought it would be a good idea to bring two lookalikes
to the jail where one of Krycek's clones was imprisoned. Mulder
explained what he found, or rather didn't find, and he and Krycek
tried to figure out where to start looking.
Michael, the amateur, cleared his throat apologetically. When
he had their attention, he shrugged and said, "He's in the
The two agents stared at him in silence, then exchanged sheepish
grins. "I guess sometimes the simple method *is* best,"
Armed with Mansfield's address, this time the three of them headed
over together. Mulder figured that if the shock didn't kill him,
the sight of Alex and Michael would go a long way toward convincing
him that they weren't nuts.
Once at Mansfield's apartment, Alex and Michael stepped to either
side of the door, so they weren't immediately visible. At Mulder's
knock, the door opened to reveal another Krycek lookalike. This
one wore his hair short, an earring in his left ear, boots, blue
jeans, a thermal T-shirt and a checked flannel shirt. Where Alex
looked dangerous and Michael preppy, Mansfield looked...homey,
"Yes, who are you?"
Alex and Michael stepped into view, flanking Mulder. They stared
at Mansfield who stared back, really starting to get weirded out
by this whole thing. Victor blinked in amazement, stepping back
and motioning them in. They followed him into an attractive apartment,
very tidy. Looking around, both Alex and Michael felt at home,
though Alex hadn't lived in one place long enough to accumulate
possessions like this for a very long time.
"Look," Vic started, "who *are* you, and what's
this all about?" He kept shooting sidelong glances at his
"My name is Fox Mulder, and these are Alex Krycek and Michael
Flanigan. It's all very complicated, but reading these should
help explain." Mulder handed him his and Alex's files.
Mansfield took the files, eyeing them suspiciously every few seconds
until the information he was reading really started to register.
Then he turned his full attention to the file, reading quickly.
When he finished his own, he skimmed Alex's, sitting silently
staring down at it when he was done.
"Mr. Mansfield?" Mulder spoke gently.
Vic raised shell-shocked eyes. "This can't be real. We don't
have the technology to clone human beings!" he denied desperately.
Mulder sighed. He really didn't think Mansfield was ready to deal
with the existence of aliens and their colonization plans. He
tried to explain without giving too many details. "There
is a privately funded, international organization that has spent
the last half century exploring areas of scientific investigation
that are only now being considered by the rest of the world. They
are far ahead of us in many areas, cloning being but one of them."
It was obvious to Vic that Mulder wasn't telling him everything
he knew, but considering the shocks so far, he was grateful. "So
you're telling me that I'm a clone of this man," nodding
Mulder only nodded. Michael watched Victor sympathetically, knowing
exactly what he was going through. Alex watched him warily, not
sure how he was going to react. He was hard to read, full of rough
edges and defense mechanisms like Alex himself but with an underlying
niceness, almost naivete, that seemed out of place in a former
cop turned criminal. Alex had expected someone a lot more like
Vic shifted in his seat, almost as if he were settling a weight
more comfortably on his shoulders. "Okay, until I see proof
that you're lying, I have to believe you. But why are you here?
This time Alex replied. "We only just found out about you
and the others." He ignored Vic's muffled exclamation. "A
former employer died recently and left me a safety deposit box
full of information. We thought that since the Consortium went
to so much trouble to keep us apart and unaware of each other,
it could only be to our advantage to find all of . . . us . .
. and team up."
"Why were you in prison?" Michael asked suddenly.
Vic winced, a sad, lost look passing over his face. "I was
on a squad that turned out to be dirty. I wasn't, and when I wouldn't
play along, they set me up to take the fall. They wanted me discredited
and out of the way. They succeeded."
"But you got out," Mulder pointed out. "How?"
Vic regarded them uneasily. He couldn't tell them about the Agency.
"My current employer took care of it."
Alex heard the undercurrents in that remark. "Would you feel
easier about explaining if I told you that I am a former FBI agent
who until recently worked for that same private group Mulder mentioned
and that Mulder works for the FBI? We will understand."
Vic blinked in surprise. "I work for a secret government
agency. They got me out on condition that I work for them. Forever
apparently," he added somewhat bitterly.
"It sounds similar to what you were doing before," Mulder,
the federal agent, replied.
Vic and Alex both looked at him like he'd sprouted a second head.
"The nice, clean, *public* FBI may be similar to police work,
but most agencies are a hell of a lot more like the other side
of the law. Everything's shades of gray, even blackest black if
you need it to be," Alex stated.
"Most days I feel like I'll never be clean again," Vic
added. "It's not that they...*we*... are immoral. Just completely
amoral. I just wanted to be a cop and put away the bad guys."
//Another crusader, great!// Alex thought. //Mulder's looking
for Truth, Mansfield for Justice, what next?//
Michael looked completely baffled. "If you don't like it,
why don't you just quit?"
All three of the others looked at him like he was nuts. Mulder
wondered how he was going to survive this crash course in intrigue
and the seamier side of life. Vic replied, "A - They won't
let me go, and B - even if they did, I'd just end up back in jail.
Not exactly a great alternative."
Michael still looked confused, but he would learn. He wouldn't
have a choice.
"Is there any way that you can get some time off? Now that
we've found you, I have a suspicion you'll disappear if we leave
you alone." Mulder's paranoia sounded very probable.
"Ordinarily, I'd say no, but this is really weird. If the
three of you come with me, I think so. Seeing us together, even
the Director will have to admit that something's going on."
Heading for the Director's office with his new acquaintances trailing
along behind, Vic couldn't help but be amused by the double and
triple takes Alex and Michael got. By the time they reached the
office, Mac and Li Ann were walking with him, demanding to know
what was going on. But it was the look on the Director's face
when she saw him and his doubles that made Vic's day.
"Come in, Victor," she recovered rapidly. "I see
you have something to tell me."
Mulder rolled his eyes.
Once they were all seated, the Director turned her stare on Victor.
"I need a leave. As you can see, there's some weird shit
going on, and I need to find out how it affects me."
"Hmm. And what about you?" turning her attention to
Mulder, the one who didn't match the rest of the set.
"I've been investigating related cases for years." He
shrugged, glancing at Alex at the same time.
The Director followed his gaze, seeing the way they looked at
each other and understanding Mulder's interest in the case. "Very
well, it's clear that this involves you intimately, Victor. I'll
approve your leave on one condition: Mac goes with you. I've put
a great deal of time and effort into putting this team together,
and I want to protect my investment."
Alex thought that they were starting to resemble a parade.
Mulder wondered who the hell Mac was. His question was answered
when the Director summoned the young man who'd been talking to
Mansfield on the way in.
The Director explained the situation to Mac, telling him that
his new assignment was to watch Vic's back. "I want both
of you back alive. For now I'm giving you one month; if you need
longer, *call* me."
"What about Li Ann?" Mac wondered.
"She'll be working with Jackie while you're away. It will
be good for both of them."
Vic winced. "Let us know where to send the flowers."
"Not to worry, they *will* get along."
Vic and Mac maintained a discreet silence.
"Interesting boss you have there," Alex snickered.
Vic and Mac just glared.
"So now what?" Vic wanted to know.
"Well, obviously you must have been adopted. Or maybe your
'parents' work for the Consortium. I'd say they're our only lead
right now, so let's go see them."
Vic groaned. "Couldn't we just send a telegram?"
"Strike another blow for a happy family," Alex responded
cynically. "Does anyone actually get along with their families?"
His only reply was a chorus of snorts.
"I didn't think so."
A few hours later, the five men stood at the front door of the
Mansfields' home. Having seen how Vic and his sister preferred
to dress, Mac was vaguely surprised to find that they came from
a moderately wealthy background. //Rebellion, I guess,// he mused.
Taking a deep breath, Vic rang the bell. His mother opened the
door, took one look at the three identical men, and fainted. The
men stared down at her unconscious body in surprise.
"I didn't think she had enough emotions *to* faint,"
Vic said in amazement.
"What do we do now?" Mulder asked. "We can't just
leave her there."
"Why not?" Vic was unmoved by his mother's distress.
"She's your *mother*!"
"Actually, she's not. That's why we're here, remember? And
I'd say this reaction proves she knows something."
Mrs. Mansfield started to stir. She pushed herself to her feet
unaided and backed away, shaking her head, a horrified expression
on her face. "This isn't possible."
"Obviously it is, *Mom*. So why don't you tell us what you
know?" Vic demanded angrily.
"Which ones are you?" she pleaded, staring at Alex and
Michael. She relaxed somewhat at Michael's name but tried to back
up through the wall when Alex introduced himself. Mulder watched
"Is that reaction because you know about Alex or because
he's the original?" he asked abruptly.
She shot him a horrified look. "They'll never let *him* get
away. You've brought them here, damn you! And just who are *you*
Mrs. Mansfield's reaction was quite revealing. She actually let
out a cry of horror and tried to back away even though she was
already pressed up against the wall. Obviously, she was aware
of at least some recent events and probably some of the Consortium's
plans as well. She was more than just a drone in their employ.
"Get out! All of you, get out!" she yelled hysterically.
"You want information? Just stay together! You'll get more
information than you know what to do with.!" With a strangled
sob, she bolted upstairs, fleeing them.
"Do you think we'd have any better luck with your father?"
"No, he never talked to me at the best of times. I don't
expect that to change now."
"Okay then," Mulder said, "let's go find someplace
where we can sit down and decide who to go after next. I think
our best bet will be to keep accumulating clones until we get
No one could think of anything better, so they went to the nearest
restaurant to review the files and make their decision. Several
of the others lived in various regions of Canada, some of them
nearby, but Mulder kept coming back to the same one.
"Lt. Christopher Baines, a member of an elite commando unit,
retired after nearly being killed during his last mission, details
"Classified even in these files?" Alex exclaimed. "That
must have been one hell of a mission!"
Mulder shrugged. "Whatever. My point is that hooking this
Baines up with you, Alex, will probably scare the hell out of
the old men. Your two resumes together probably read like a description
of the Four Horsemen."
"You're gonna make me blush."
Mulder glared but otherwise ignored Alex, trying very hard not
to react to the hand that was creeping up his thigh either. "Baines
lives just outside of Tucson now. I think we should g-go find
him." Mulder stuttered slightly when the hand reached the
juncture of his legs, delicately tracing the hardening flesh before
reaching lower to cup his balls in a warm palm. Mulder slid lower
in his seat and spread his legs to make it easier for that hand
to caress him.
"Agent Mulder?" Vic sounded confused and a bit impatient,
making Michael look up from the file he was studying.
"Oh, don't waste your time, Victor. When Alex is touching
Mulder, nothing else gets through to him," Michael explained
Vic and Mac's jaws dropped at the blasé revelation that
the two men were lovers. They looked at them with new eyes, seeing
the expressions of pleasure that they tried to hide and finally
noticing that Alex's hands were out of sight under the table.
Alex, now that the other men were aware of what he was doing,
got bolder. Since Michael was beside Mulder on the outside of
the booth and blocking them from the rest of the room, he turned
more fully toward Mulder, bringing one hand up to cup his jaw.
He stroked his thumb over Mulder's lips, gently tugging the bottom
one down. Mulder bit down on the thumb, hard enough to draw blood
since he already knew that Alex liked it a bit rough. Alex gasped
and stroked harder with his other hand. Mulder released his thumb
and caught his own lip between his teeth, arching up slightly
into Alex's touch.
Watching them, the other men were getting hot, and when Michael
turned slightly toward Mulder and also dropped one hand beneath
the table, the other two gasped. They couldn't see it, but Alex
had unfastened Mulder's slacks and freed his cock. Mulder wasn't
wearing any briefs because Alex had begged him not to that morning,
so it was easy for Michael to reach over and cup his balls, rolling
them lightly in the palm of his hand.
Mulder had a white-knuckled grip on the edge of the table, trying
not to react visibly. He slid lower in the seat, a faint whimper
Alex was pumping his cock steadily, cranking his excitement up
a notch with every stroke, occasionally pausing on the upstroke
to run his forefinger over the sensitive head. Between that and
Michael's continued play with his balls, Mulder was close. He
never saw Alex meet Vic's eyes challengingly.
Mac did though, and his eyes narrowed when he could feel Vic pull
off one of his boots.
Mulder's eyes shot open, and he threw a wide-eyed look across
the table when he felt a foot join the hands in his lap. Vic smiled
Alex reached into a pocket and pulled out a large handkerchief,
apparently kept for just such occasions. He dropped it in Mulder's
Vic had by now worked his toes under Mulder and was stroking behind
his sac and as far up his crack as he could reach. Mulder was
clutching the edge of the table so hard that the others expected
to see fingertip-sized dents when he let go.
Alex leaned a little closer to Mulder. "Do you like that,
babe?" he breathed huskily in his ear. "Do you like
having all three of us, three of *me*, touching you?"
Mulder looked at him desperately, not daring to open his mouth
because he knew that he wouldn't be able to hold back the moans,
and nodded. He was shaking as he tried to sit still.
"Okay, Fox, it's up to you. We can stop now and let you calm
down a bit before we leave, or we can make you come. Right here.
In this restaurant. With all these people around." He petted
Mulder lightly, keeping him on the edge. The others had also decreased
the intensity of their touches while they waited for Mulder's
Mulder bit down hard on his lip, a spot of blood appearing. Alex
leaned closer to lick it away, and Mulder jerked as if electrified.
When Alex released his mouth after a long, languid kiss, he managed
to whisper, "Please, I nee-need to come. Aahh, god! Please!"
Alex seized his mouth in a kiss that shook him to his soul. His
tongue probed Mulder's mouth in the same rhythm that he jerked
his cock. Michael was rolling his balls together, and Vic had
pulled his sock off and was pressing his big toe against his anus.
Mulder pushed down hard, barely restraining a scream at the pleasurable
pain when Vic slid past the tight ring of muscle. The sensory
overload overwhelmed him, and he came, jerking under their combined
assault. Alex swallowed his cries of pleasure, only releasing
him when he slumped bonelessly in the seat.
"You're a beautiful slut, Fox," Alex whispered into
his ear. Mulder just smiled, leaning against Alex's shoulder.
Alex brought the handkerchief up from Mulder's lap, holding it
to his face and inhaling deeply, licking at it quickly. Mulder
Meanwhile, Vic pulled his foot back and got his sock and boot
back on, and Michael tucked Mulder back into his pants.
With Mulder still leaning against him, Alex suggested that they
wait until the next morning to visit Baines. "We should just
get a hotel room."
Looking at Mulder, who radiated sleepy satisfaction, no one disagreed.
Exclusive discounts from the largest online software stores Join
eGroup home: http://www.eGroups.com/list/ter_ma Free Web-based
e-mail groups by eGroups.comMac stood uneasily looking at the
single, king-size bed in the room Krycek had rented for the five
of them. Vic came up behind him, wrapping his arms around his
"You know," Vic said quietly, "if you're uncomfortable
with this, you don't have to do it. We can get you another room."
He hugged Mac closer. "But I really hope you'll stay."
Mac turned around in Vic's arms, staring into his green eyes.
Vic slowly brought his head toward Mac's, giving him every opportunity
to back away, but instead Mac met him halfway. Vic kissed him
softly at first, deepening the kiss when Mac parted his lips with
an almost inaudible moan. His tongue slipped inside the younger
man's mouth, stroking over its counterpart, learning the taste
and feel of every inch.
Mac wrapped his arms around his partner and caressed his back
and shoulders, but he flinched when Vic pressed their groins together.
Not wanting to pressure him, Vic released him and stepped back,
right into Alex's arms.
Vic relaxed into Krycek's embrace, leaning back and allowing him
to support him. Alex nuzzled into his neck, drawing his tongue
the length of it in a long, sensual swipe. Vic swallowed hard
and reached behind him to grab onto Alex's hips.
Alex laughed. "Slow down, Mansfield, we have all day and
"Which means multiple opportunities, *not* making me wait
20 hours." To emphasize his point, Vic squirmed against the
hard on Alex was pressing against his ass. All of them were still
turned on from playing with and watching Mulder back in the diner.
Vic wanted a shot at him, and both of his doubles, and Mac. He
wondered if 20 hours was going to be enough.
Alex thrust hard against him when he squirmed, then grabbed *his*
hips to hold him still. He bit Vic's earlobe to get his attention.
"Behave! We're not nearly done with Mulder yet."
Vic glanced at him over his shoulder in surprise. "We're
not? He looked pretty replete to me."
Alex laughed. "No way. My pretty Fox really is a slut. The
more you give him, the more he wants. He's the world's best sex
Vic looked over at Mulder for his reaction, and again Mulder just
smiled. Remembering how responsive the older man was in the restaurant,
Vic felt his cock twitch. Mulder was stretched out in the middle
of the bed, his feet bare, with Michael beside him.
"Undress him, Michael," Alex ordered.
Michael instantly complied, his task made easier by Mulder having
already removed his jacket and tie. He unfastened Mulder's shirt
and made him sit up to remove it and his undershirt. Then he pressed
him down flat again, undoing his slacks and tugging them off while
Mulder helped by raising his hips. Once he was naked, Michael
pressed his face to Mulder's groin, licking carefully to make
sure all traces of his earlier orgasm had been cleaned away.
Watching them, Alex and Vic had shrugged out of their own clothes,
and their naked bodies moved together in time with Michael's mouth
on Mulder's semi-erect cock.
Mac had seated himself at the table in the corner and was clutching
the edge of it to keep his hands off himself.
Once Mulder was fully erect, Michael pulled off him and sat up,
moving to the head of the bed.
"Mulder?" Alex called, gaining the attention of the
Mulder fixed dilated hazel eyes on his lover.
"Pet yourself, babe. Show me what you like."
Mulder caught his lip between his teeth, then nodded jerkily.
He skimmed his hand along his torso and thighs, leaving a trail
of gooseflesh. He brought his hands back up to his chest, slowly
circling his nipples. He pinched them lightly, gasping in pleasure.
His hips began to move slowly in time with the pinches, squirming.
He lowered one hand to his lap, drawing his finger along the length.
He wrapped his hand around his cock, pumping slowly, emitting
sexy little cries as he writhed under his own touch.
Alex let go of Vic and moved to the bed, drawn by Mulder's cries,
needing to touch him. Vic followed him, and they both settled
on the bed, one on either side of Mulder. Vic took one of his
nipples between his teeth, nipping and tugging while Alex moved
between his legs, first licking, then taking his erection into
Mulder cried Alex's name, arching into him, but when he started
to grab Alex and Vic's heads, Michael grabbed his wrists, pulling
them over his head. Michael held his arms, ignoring Mulder's attempts
to pull free. Mulder gave up and relaxed under their attentions,
realizing that they intended to have their way with him. Since
he couldn't do anything about it, he intended to enjoy it.
Michael bent down to kiss Mulder, muffling the faint moans of
pleasure. When he released him, Mulder lay quietly, panting for
air. He pressed Mulder's wrists warningly, then let go of him
and slid off the bed to strip his clothes off. Mulder obediently
left his arms where Michael had placed them even while he squirmed
under Vic and Alex, who were now sucking his cock together. Michael
rewarded him with another deep kiss, then climbed back on the
bed, settling Mulder's head in his lap. Michael gasped and bit
his lip when Mulder's soft hair rubbed against his erection. Michael
reached down and pinched Mulder's nipples, causing him to arch
up. The movement pulled him away from Alex and Vic, who looked
Alex crawled up to straddle Mulder's waist while Vic looked over
at Mac. He crawled to the side of the bed on all fours, never
looking away from Mac's eyes, and stepped down, striding across
the room toward his partner. Mac stood up to meet him, looking
nervous but standing his ground. Vic reached him and pressed his
naked body along his length.
"Kiss me, Mac."
A shiver ran through the younger man at the husky command, and
his hands tightened convulsively on Vic's hips. He licked his
lips nervously, seeing Vic's eyes follow the motion of his tongue,
then covered Vic's mouth with his own. He parted his lips, feeling
Vic's follow suit and tentatively probed inside with his tongue.
Vic opened up to him, meeting his tongue with his own.
Never breaking the kiss, Vic unbuttoned Mac's shirt and pushed
it off, stroking the firm flesh he revealed. He released Mac's
mouth and licked down his throat and chest to his nipples. He
caught one between his teeth and slowly backed toward the bed,
drawing Mac with him. When he reached it, he sat down on the edge
of the bed, nibbling his way down Mac's abdomen until he reached
the waistband of his pants. Still nibbling at Mac's navel, Vic
unfastened Mac's pants and pushed them, along with his briefs,
over his hips. Mac stepped out of his pants, and Vic immediately
pulled him in closer and took the head of his cock in his mouth.
Mac groaned and caught Vic's head in his hands, pulling him closer.
He couldn't believe that it felt this good to have another man's
mouth on him, that he wanted this so much. He thrust his hips
toward Vic, trying to get deeper, but Vic held him back, not letting
him fuck his mouth. Instead, Vic slowly licked the head of Mac's
cock, then slid it farther inside his mouth to suck lightly. He
stroked Mac's length with his tongue and rubbed lightly along
the ridge beneath the head.
Mac could only moan wordlessly. He'd never felt anything this
good in his life.
Vic quietly held a hand out to Michael, moving slowly so as not
to attract Mac's attention. Michael sucked on the offered fingers,
wetting them for Vic, who then slowly pressed one finger against
Mac's anus, sliding it inside while he continued to suck Mac.
Mac was so distracted by the pleasure of Vic's amazingly talented
mouth that he never even noticed his finger until Vic stroked
his prostate. Feeling that for the first time in his life was
too much for Mac, and he came into Vic's mouth with a strangled
cry. Vic continued to suck until Mac pushed him away from his
over-sensitized flesh and slowly slumped forward onto the bed.
Vic kissed Mac, sharing his taste with him, then seeing that Mac
was out of the game for a while, he turned his attention back
to Mulder and Alex. Mulder was now on all fours, and Alex was
poised behind him, about to enter him. Vic caught his breath,
"Tell me what you want, Fox. I'm not moving till you beg
me for it," Alex growled, his hands on Mulder's chest, pinching
his nipples while he teased Mulder by brushing the head of his
cock against his entrance.
"You! I want you, Alex!" Mulder cried.
"Not good enough! What do you want?" Alex snarled.
"Fuck me! I want you to fuck me! Fuck me hard," Mulder
wailed, wanting to feel Alex inside him for the next week.
Alex took him at his word, slamming inside him to the hilt with
one thrust. Vic winced since he hadn't seen Alex preparing Mulder
while he was busy with Mac. Alex immediately set a hard, fast
rhythm, but when Mulder got close to coming, he slowed down until
he calmed, then started again.
Mulder twisted madly under Alex, bucking his hips back at him,
desperately trying to take even more of him, crying his name,
begging him to fuck him.
Michael slid under Mulder, lying on his back and pulling his legs
back to expose his ass. He met Mulder's lust-filled gaze, then
glanced over his shoulder at Alex, who slowed his thrusts so Mulder
could work his way into Michael without hurting him. As soon as
Mulder was seated, Alex picked up his pace again, pushing Mulder
hard into the other man. Mulder couldn't speak anymore, only whimper
wildly at the massive over stimulation. Suddenly Vic appeared
in front of him, his beautiful cock right in front of Mulder's
face. Mulder opened his mouth but couldn't reach him, held as
he was between Michael and Alex.
"Please, Vic," he moaned, "let me taste you."
Vic was happy to accommodate him and crawled toward him, straddling
Michael who raised his head to lick his balls. Vic shuddered with
pleasure and moved in closer to Mulder who sucked strongly on
his cock. Mulder was completely out of control, fucking and being
fucked, a cock in his mouth, and all of them were Alex. It was
his wildest fantasy and more.
"That's it, Fox," Alex whispered in his ear, "taste
me and fuck me while I fuck you. You're mine now, aren't you?"
He bit down hard on Mulder's shoulder, drawing blood which he
licked away, tasting the salty copper tang that was strangely
Mulder moaned around Vic's cock, thinking that he'd belonged to
Alex for years, if they had only realized it. He pushed back against
Alex, wanting to feel him even more, still pumping into Michael,
whose cock was in Vic's hands now, but concentrating on the sensation
of Alex inside him. He suddenly reached down, wrapping his fingers
around Vic's on Michael's straining erection, making the young
man come, his creamy fluid pulsing across all of them as he jerked
under them. Then Mulder drew Vic deeper into his mouth, sucking
and licking to make him come as well, then letting him slip from
his mouth as he sank down on the bed between Michael and Mac.
Then Mulder reared up, slipping out of Michael as he did. Now
it was just he and Alex, Alex possessing him utterly and him loving
every moment of it. Mulder enjoyed the others too, but just then
he only wanted Alex.
Alex pulled him up on his knees, settling back on his haunches
and bringing Fox with him. Alex pumped his hips, ramming in and
out of the beautiful body draped over him. He still couldn't believe
that after all these years, after everything that had happened
between them, Fox was his. He ran his hands over the smooth chest,
scratching lightly at the nipples.
Mulder was whining continuously, an occasional word mixed in as
he pleaded with Alex to let him come. He writhed on Alex's lap,
squirming against him lewdly, every nerve in his body tingling
"No more, please, Alex! God, it's so good, too good, Aleeexxxx..."
He whimpered piteously, pushing his head back into Alex's shoulder.
The other three men were already growing aroused again watching
Alex finally lost control himself, plunging into Mulder wildly,
seizing his cock in one hand and pumping it rapidly in time with
his thrusts. Mulder moved in Alex's rhythm, pushing forward into
his fist, then back onto his cock. When Alex bit his shoulder
again, it was too much for him, and he came, screaming Alex's
name. His contractions made Alex come as well, and they both collapsed
forward onto the bed, Alex still deep inside Mulder.
As soon as he caught his breath, Alex carefully pulled out of
the older man and stretched out beside him. Mulder turned his
head to face him, barely able to keep his eyes open. Alex cupped
his head tenderly, leaning closer to kiss him gently. Even half
asleep, Mulder responded to his kiss, opening his mouth to coax
Alex's tongue inside. When Alex withdrew with a last lick over
his lips, Mulder lay still with a sigh. Alex raised his head,
looking over Mulder's prone body and meeting Michael's blazing
Seeing the encouragement in Alex's eyes was all Michael needed,
and in one motion he was straddling Mulder and holding the cheeks
of his ass apart to facilitate his entry. After the workout Alex
had given him, Mulder was loosened, and Michael slid in easily,
coming to rest with his balls against Mulder's ass.
Mulder threw his head back and moaned, his hands clenching in
the tangled sheets. Despite his exhaustion, Michael felt good
inside him, and he couldn't help pushing back. He rose up slightly
on his hands and knees, but he was too tired to hold himself up
and collapsed back down with a whimper.
Alex stroked his head comfortingly, kissing him again even as
Michael slid in and out of his ass. Mulder pressed his head against
Alex's hand, eyes opening again to meet Alex's. He smiled and
had no idea how sexy he looked with his heavy-lidded eyes, swollen
lips and mussed hair. Alex's breath caught in his throat. All
he could think was //Mine!!// Out of the corner of his eye he
saw Michael's hand moving over Mulder's side, stroking him, slowly
moving under him toward his cock. Without thought, Alex's hand
was there before him, cupping the still soft flesh, covering it
Michael looked over when his searching fingers encountered another
hand instead of the hardening flesh he'd hoped to find. He met
Alex's gaze briefly, and whatever he saw there prompted him to
withdraw his hand. He stroked Mulder's back instead with a jerky
movement, then took hold of his hips, raising them, forcing him
to his knees.
Mulder moaned, his cock slowly hardening under the stimulation
of Michael pounding into him, and his hips began to move. Even
as he squirmed under Michael, he reached out to Alex, his fingers
tracing the younger man's lips before slipping inside so Alex
could suckle on the digits.
Alex gently stroked Mulder's sensitive flesh, feeling it gradually
fill, at the same time as he licked and sucked Mulder's fingers,
tasting him, knowing that he never forget Mulder's taste as long
as he lived. He let the fingers slide out of his mouth and kissed
Mulder again, rubbing their tongues together, stroking over the
velvety inner surface of his mouth. They maintained their connection,
Mulder's eyes opening to meet Alex's, while Michael groaned loudly
and came deep inside Mulder.
He released Mulder's hips, letting him sink down and off his cock
again. Then Michael stretched out beside him, running a shaking
hand over his back and ass while Mulder continued to kiss Alex.
Mulder lay, shaking with exhaustion. Suddenly, Vic was on him,
sliding inside him, thrusting hard with no preliminaries, striking
his prostate with every stroke. Mulder wailed at the sensation,
arching up under the blinding shocks of pleasure, then falling
down under his fatigue, only to be forced up again.
Vic reared up onto his haunches, pulling Mulder with him. The
older man lay against him limply, only the movements of his hips
and his hard cock showing that he was still an active participant.
His head lolled back against Vic's shoulder, and his hands hung
down at his sides. Vic reached for Mulder's cock, and again Alex
got there first.
He took Mulder into his mouth, just holding him in the warmth,
not licking or sucking, not yet. He just enjoyed the taste of
this man and adding to his pleasure while his own clone pumped
into his ass. He looked up through his lashes at Mulder's face,
seeing tears of exhaustion brim over and roll down his cheeks
to mix with the sweat pouring off him.
Mulder started moving his hips more energetically despite feeling
like every muscle in his body had been wrung out. Vic was pushing
him toward another orgasm even though he didn't think he had anything
left, and Alex's mouth on him was his idea of heaven. He groaned
when Alex started to suck on him, then yelped when Vic slammed
in with unexpected force. He looked over his shoulder and saw...Mac?
Mac had overcome his inhibitions with gusto. Watching Mulder and
the others, his lust overcame his nerves, and he knew that he
had to join in. He crawled across the bed until he was behind
Vic, positioned his cock, and pushed into him. It was a good thing
for Vic that he'd been playing with the others for a while so
he was already loose, or Mac might have hurt him. As it was, all
he felt was blinding pleasure. He arched violently, ramming into
Mulder again as he did. Mulder cried out again, clenching down
on Vic, who yelled in pleasure. They all started to move faster,
Michael lying beside them watching, stroking his nipples and cock
even though he'd come too recently to come again, and Vic suddenly
screamed Mac's name and came. The sudden clenching on him made
Mac come too, and he wrapped his arms tightly around his partner,
wanting to stay inside him as long as possible.
Fox wailed in dismay when Vic stopped moving in him, bucking back,
desperately trying to get the stimulation he craved. Alex abruptly
wrenched him away from Vic, throwing him down on his back and
moving between his legs.
Mulder spread his legs as wide as he could and raised his hips,
offering himself to Alex. "Come on, baby, take me. I need
you, Alex, please," he begged.
Alex groaned and licked his lips, staring down at Mulder sluttishly
sprawled in front of him. This man was *his*, and god help anyone
who ever tried to take him away. "Okay, Fox, I'm gonna give
you what you need." He slid into Mulder again, feeling like
he was coming home. Mulder immediately arched up, trying to force
Alex deeper. He was so tired that tears were running continuously
down his face and he was gasping rather than breathing, but he
still wanted more of Alex.
"That's it, baby," Alex whispered, "you're close
now. You can come soon. Just tell me who you belong to, and I'll
give you what you want."
Mulder never hesitated. "You. I belong to you, Alex."
He bit his lip and moaned as Alex thrust faster. "But you
belong to me too." Hazel eyes fixed on green, and he waited,
his hips moving restlessly.
"That's right, baby," Alex agreed, "we belong to
each other, always." He leaned down to kiss Mulder, then
stiffened and cried his name as he came. Mulder came too, the
pleasure finally too much for him, and he passed out in Alex's
arms. Alex dropped down beside him, half over him, and fell asleep
The other three men moved closer, and they all fell asleep in
a tangle of limbs.
@Backup - #1 Online Backup Service Free for 30 days INSTALL now
and win a Palm Pilot V!
eGroup home: http://www.eGroups.com/list/ter_ma Free Web-based
e-mail groups by eGroups.comWhen Mulder woke up later that afternoon,
he found himself in the middle of a tangle of bodies, and when
he tried to extricate himself, he discovered that they were all
stuck together. His yelp of pain when what felt like half the
hair on his chest and belly was ripped out woke the others. Krycek,
Michael and Vic peeled themselves free with little discomfort
on their own parts, due to their sparse body hair, but Mulder
and Mac let out several yells.
Alex leaned down to kiss Mulder comfortingly, then took his hand
to tug him to his feet and toward the shower with Michael following.
Vic and Mac watched wistfully, but they knew that all five them
would never fit in the shower. They lay back to wait their turn,
taking advantage of the time to curl up together, getting used
to each other.
Meanwhile in the bathroom, Alex and Michael slowly washed Mulder,
gently cleaning him, then arousing him. Mulder reached for Michael,
who was in front of him, but Michael smiled, shook his head and
stepped out of the shower.
"Michael?" Mulder sounded surprised, and Alex looked
concerned as he peered over his shoulder at his clone.
Michael smiled sadly. "I know you're trying to make room
for me and that you like me, but a blind man could see you two
love each other. You don't need me mixed up in that."
"No, Alex, let it be. You two just enjoy each other. I'll
be out with Vic and Mac." //Who are also falling in love,
even if they haven't admitted it yet. I guess I'm just meant to
be alone.// Michael knew he was wallowing in self pity, but he
planned to keep it up for a while.
"Is he going to be okay?" Alex asked, watching Michael
walk out of the room.
"I think so. He's lonely." Mulder and Alex exchanged
an understanding glance. "We're pairing off, and so are Vic
and Mac, I think. Maybe once we get some of the others, he'll
feel more comfortable."
"I hope so. I didn't want to make the guy miserable."
"Me neither," Mulder said, twisting in Alex's embrace
to face him, "but much as I enjoy playing with the others,
you're the one I really want. I'd miss them if I couldn't be with
them any more, but if you disappeared -- again! -- I'd keep searching
till I found you."
Alex nuzzled into Mulder's hair, holding him close. "I'm
not going anywhere, Fox, not now that I know what I'd be missing."
Mulder laughed, tucking his head under Alex's chin. "Don't
you forget it." To emphasize his point, he bit Alex's throat,
ignoring his faint yelp and jump. He sucked on the skin between
his teeth for several seconds, staring at it consideringly when
he finally did release it. Satisfied that he'd left his mark on
Alex, he straightened up, looking into his lover's eyes. "I
want you, Alex."
Alex instantly spun around, braced his hands against the wall,
and spread his legs. "Then take me."
Mulder hesitated for a moment, tracing the beautiful lines of
his back with his eyes. He still could hardly believe that after
all the misunderstandings and anger they were finally together.
He reached out, tracing one finger along the ridges of Alex's
spine, feeling him shudder under the touch. He dropped to his
knees, spread his cheeks and stroked his tongue over Alex.
Alex gasped and pressed back into the caress. He nearly fell down
when he felt Fox's tongue probe inside him, crying out his name
in a desperate plea for more. Mulder chuckled against him, nearly
driving him insane with the sensations.
"Please, Fox! Please," he moaned.
"What, baby? What do you want? Do you want my tongue on you,
in you?" He slid his tongue in and out of Alex a few times
to demonstrate. "Or do you want my fingers?" He easily
worked two fingers inside the younger man while he petted his
cock and balls with the other hand. "Is that what you want?
Or do you want my cock inside you, as deep inside as anyone's
ever been, so deep you can't tell where you end and I begin? Tell
me what you want, Alex," he rasped.
"All of it," Alex nearly wailed. "I want all of
Mulder smiled and replaced his fingers with his cock, immediately
setting a hard rhythm that had Alex crying his name and coming
in minutes. Alex's muscles convulsively clenching around him milked
him dry at the same time. Mulder wrapped his arms tightly around
Alex's waist, leaning against him and letting Alex hold them upright.
After a few blissful moments, Mulder shifted his weight back onto
his own feet, pulling Alex with him. "Mine," he whispered.
Alex jumped slightly, startled.
"What is it?"
"It's just... I thought that about you before. That you were
mine, I mean." He laughed wryly. "We sure have wasted
a lot of time, haven't we?"
"Yeah, we did. But we're together now, and we're going to
find the rest of your clones and take down those bastards!"
Mulder stopped to think about it. "Though god knows what
I'm going to do with an infinite number of you." He groaned
as he thought about that.
"Come on, Alex, let's get out of here. Vic and Mac must be
anxious to clean up too."
They dried off and wandered back out to the bedroom, not bothering
to dress first. As Vic and Mac passed them, Alex asked them if
they wanted pizza for dinner and when they said yes, told them
he'd order it while they showered.
By the time the other two men returned, which seemed to take a
lot longer than it should just to clean up, Alex noted, the pizzas
were there, and they squabbled good- naturedly over who got which
toppings. They all fought for the last piece of the all-dressed
one, ending up in a heap on the bed again. They disentangled themselves
and settled down to watch a movie. Mulder was sitting up against
the headboard with several pillows behind him while Michael leaned
on his shoulder. Alex curled up on his side with his head in Mulder's
lap, and Mulder stroked his fingers through Alex's hair continually.
Vic and Mac sprawled on their bellies facing the TV, side by side.
After a couple of movies, they gradually dozed off, once again
in a tangled heap like a pile of puppies.
Having fallen asleep so early the previous night, the men were
up with plenty of time to spare before the flight they had reserved
to Tucson in the morning. They were able to enjoy leisurely showers,
dress and eat a substantial breakfast before they left.
Once in the air, comfortably settled in first class, Alex asked
Mulder how he planned to approach Chris Baines. "After all,"
he pointed out, "this is a man trained in black ops. He's
likely to shoot first and not worry about asking questions. I
really don't think today is a good day to die."
Mulder grinned. "I thought we'd try the simple approach,
go up to his front door and knock."
"And why will he want to talk to you?"
"He won't be talking to me; he'll be talking to you. You,
Vic and Michael. Seeing the three of you, I'm sure he'll take
the time to ask those questions you were worried about."
Alex frowned, then nodded slowly. Seeing Michael alone had stopped
*him* in his tracks. He was sure that the sight of three men identical
to himself would pique the former lieutenant's curiosity. That
settled, he turned his attention to Mulder. "Hey, Fox?"
"What?" Mulder's tone was deeply suspicious. Alex only
called him Fox when they were in bed or he had something in mind.
And Alex's plans invariably seemed to involve Mulder in something
no sane man would contemplate. A couple of months as partners,
a few years as enemies, and less than a week as lovers, and Mulder
already knew that tone in Alex's voice did not bode well for him.
"Ever thought about joining the Mile High Club?"
Mulder nearly gave himself whiplash, he turned his head toward
Alex so fast. "What?!"
"You heard me, babe." Alex nuzzled into Mulder's throat,
sprinkling it with love bites, and placed one hand high on his
thigh. When Mulder stiffened and glared but made no move to push
his hand away, Alex slowly moved it up Mulder's leg to cover the
hardening flesh at the juncture of his legs.
Mulder pushed up slightly into the caress, biting back a moan
when Alex's fingers started to move. He hastily covered the hand
with his own.
"Alex, stop!" he hissed. "We can't do this here;
there are other people around."
"Do you want me?"
"What? What does that matter! We have to stop." Mulder
"Do you want me?"
Mulder groaned. "Yes, I want you. Of course I want you! I
wanted you even when I thought you killed my father! Why the hell
would I stop wanting you now that I have you?! But we can*not*
do this here!"
"Go to the washroom and leave the door unlocked."
Mulder just stared in disbelief.
Krycek stroked the rigid cock beneath his fingers. "Go on
and wait for me."
Mulder shut his eyes for a second, then slowly stood up and walked
forward to the washroom. He couldn't believe he was doing this.
Once inside, the door left unlocked as ordered, he stared at his
reflection in the mirror. //What the fuck are you doing, Mulder?
A week ago you were an FBI agent, not exactly respected, but at
least you had a job, a search and a partner.// Unfortunately,
his reflection didn't seem to have any answers for him.
The door opened, and Alex slipped inside, locking the door behind
him. He met Mulder's eyes in the mirror. "Regrets, Mulder?"
Meeting that green gaze, Mulder remembered why he was here, why
he had left behind nearly everything that had mattered to him
up till now. "No, no regrets." He smiled.
Alex's arms came around him, and the younger man pressed the length
of his body to his. Despite being sore from the night before,
Mulder couldn't help pushing back against the erection he could
feel nudging him.
"Come on, Alex, we don't have a lot of time. I refuse to
be rousted out of here in the middle of things by some stewardess."
Alex laughed and did as he was told after a quick application
of the lube he'd taken to keeping in his jacket pocket since hooking
up with Mulder. He took Mulder hard and fast, his hands over Fox's
on the edge of the sink, their fingers entwined. Mulder leaned
his head back on Alex's shoulder, and Alex took his mouth as he
was taking his body, muffling their cries of completion when they
Alex cleaned them up and let Mulder go back to his seat first,
then followed him a few minutes later. He sat down beside Mulder
and held his hand for most of the rest of the trip.
"Maybe we should have called first," Michael said nervously,
staring at the door in front of him.
"Yeah, I can just imagine *that* conversation," Mac
responded sarcastically. "'Hi, you and I are clones of the
same man, and he and I would like to talk to you. Can we come
over?' Yeah, that would have gone over *really* well."
Michael flinched, and Mulder put a comforting arm around him while
Alex leveled a cold stare on Mac.
"Come on, let's get this show on the road." Vic averted
the potential confrontation by knocking on the door.
After a moment the door opened, and another Krycek- lookalike
appeared. Finding himself face to face with Alex, Vic and Michael,
he stopped dead. "What the hell?!"
Alex smiled wryly. "We need to talk."
Baines nodded silently, stepping back to allow them in.
Two hours later, Baines sat in his living room, holding the latest
in a series of beer bottles, looking shell- shocked.
"Clones." He shook his head. "It sounds like something
out of a science fiction movie, but after what I've seen, I guess
it's not too hard to believe."
"'What you've seen'?" Mulder immediately jumped on the
comment. "Your file mentioned something about your last mission,
but even in that file, it was listed as classified. What happened?"
"Some government sponsored experiment went wrong. A real
shocker, right? Anyhow, they were exploring other dimensions or
something, and something came back. It didn't seem to like humans
much. Two of the scientists and I got out. I was the only member
of my team to survive. If I had been the one to try to climb the
shaft to the surface, I'd have died. I'm alive because <name>
was a better climber, so I stayed with the scientists to protect
them. Hell, they ended up killing the creature after I got shot.
But that was way too close a call for me, so after I got out of
the hospital, I retired."
"And they let you go?" Alex was shocked.
"Not easily. But since I had copies of descriptions of what
happened in various places where they'd show up if anything happened
to me and the two scientists were helping me, they backed off."
"The Consortium must be keeping their distance for some reason,"
Mulder mumbled, getting up and pacing. He started munching on
sunflower seeds as he thought. "They've maintained their
distance from all of the clones, so far as we know. From everyone
except the original. Why? An experiment to see how differently
you turn out with different circumstances? Why would they care?"
He continued pacing while Alex watched him affectionately. Mulder
suddenly turned and stared at Alex, then at each of his clones
in turn. "A government agent turned assassin, an ex-cop turned
agent, a special ops soldier, and a commodities broker. And the
others," searching his memory of the files, Mulder started
pacing again, "a sociopath, a conman, another soldier, another
cop, a bank robber turned school teacher, a television executive,
a law student, a playboy and a petty criminal, to name just a
few. Guns and fighting seem to be a pretty common theme. Could
that be it? Were they trying to see what would turn a man into
a soldier following orders versus a criminal or even an ordinary
"We know that at least some of them planned to resist the
colonization; maybe they were trying to breed the perfect soldier."
Mulder stopped again, staring at them all. He grinned suddenly.
"Too bad for them that they forgot to take the basic personality
into account. They might have succeeded in their little experiment
if you weren't such a stubborn, independent sonofabitch, Alex."
Alex just grunted.
"But since we know about each other now," Vic said slowly,
"that means the experiment's a bust, right? They can't see
how we'd react to things under different circumstances if we know
we're being observed."
"Right," Mulder nodded. "Only problem is, that
probably also means you're completely unnecessary to them. They're
probably going to try to kill all of you."
Vic looked less pleased with that development.
"Come on, let's continue this outside," Baines suggested,
getting up. "I need some air."
They all trooped out to the back yard, looking like an optical
illusion if anyone had been around to see them. Baines perched
on top of the old-fashioned, red, wooden picnic table with his
feet on the bench, and Alex hopped up beside him. The others took
seats as well, except for Mulder, who prowled restlessly around
the yard till Alex grabbed him as he passed by and pulled him
down to sit on the bench between his legs. Mulder relaxed finally,
leaning against one of Alex's legs while he talked to Baines.
"So you think they -- whoever 'they' are -- purposely steered
us towards the careers, or non-careers, that we have?" Baines
"I'd have to say so. There are too many similarities for
it to just be coincidence," Mulder responded.
"Well, if we're all clones," he choked slightly when
he said it, "then wouldn't it stand to reason that we'd have
"Perhaps, but the Consortium doesn't leave much to chance."
Before Baines could respond, the sound of an explosion at the
front of his house brought them all to their feet. They could
hear automatic weapons fire, and Michael flinched back while the
others all pulled guns and moved forward.
"They're shooting up my fucking house!" Baines wanted
"We have to get out of here!" Mulder tried to get their
"Mulder's right; they're here to kill us. We have to go *now*!"
Alex yelled, but before they could move one way or the other,
one of the gunmen appeared in the patio door and started firing.
They all dove for cover, returning fire as they did.
After a few chaotic moments, the intruder was dead, others were
coming out to shoot at them, and Baines was heading for the small
canyon at the back of the yard, where he said they should be able
to get away. Mulder brought up the rear, collapsing with a sigh
of relief into the jeep that Baines had secreted back there.
"Fuck, that was close!" Alex exclaimed, still riding
the adrenaline high.
"Actually," Mulder said quietly, "it was more than
close." With that, his eyes rolled up in his head and he
slumped down in his seat.
Alex grabbed at him, crying out in fear when he pulled back a
hand covered with Mulder's blood. "Fox! No! Don't you die
on me, Mulder!"
Vic pulled Alex back so Mac could get to Mulder and check his
wound. "It's okay," Mac called with relief clear in
his voice, "the bullet went through the fleshy part of his
arm. He's gonna be sore as hell, but he'll be fine. The blood
loss and the running must have made him faint."
Alex let out a sob of relief, gathering Fox into his arms and
holding him tightly while Mac bandaged the wound with gauze from
the first aid kit Baines kept in the jeep. Mulder regained consciousness
only minutes later, knowing instantly that he was in Alex's arms
and snuggling closer.
"So where do we go now?" Baines wanted to know.
"We have to find someplace to hole up while Fox heals. This
is getting too dangerous," Alex snarled.
"No! Now that we've started and the Consortium has made their
move, we have to get to the rest of the clones. I don't think
they'll kill them while they're unaware of your existence and
what they are, but the old men may decide to move preemptively
and kill them all to prevent us -- or you -- from finding them.
We *have* to get them all as soon as possible," Mulder explained.
When Alex opened his mouth to argue, Mulder gave him that stubborn
look that said his mind was made up.
Alex glared but didn't waste his breath. "So who do we go
"I think time is really starting to matter, so we should
split up. There are six of us, so if we go in pairs, we can get
three more safely away."
The others agreed, and they headed for the home of a friend of
Baines' who lived only a few minutes away from the airport. She
was also a nurse, so she would be able to treat Mulder's wound
properly. The others were understandably nervous about trusting
a stranger, but Baines swore she'd help them.
Once they got there and the poor woman recovered from the shock
of seeing the clones, she cleaned and bandaged Mulder's arm, then
sat back and just stared at them while they debated which clone
to go after next. Fortunately, even though the files they had
brought to show Baines were lost back at his house, they still
had the originals safely stowed where they would be able to retrieve
them, and Mulder's memory would let them decide who best to go
They decided to go for three who were relatively easy to find
and probably able to take care of themselves. Michael and Baines
would get Tom Andrews, a bank robber turned school teacher down
in Dallas. Vic and Mac were going after Ryan Simms, a wealthy
playboy who liked extreme sports and who was in Colorado white
water rafting just then. But Mulder and Krycek got the prize;
they were going to break a dangerous psychopath out the institution
for the criminally insane in Los Angeles where he was locked up.
They were going to meet Anson Greene, a man who had brutally murdered
his mother and stepfather while still a child, who had killed
a police officer and an innocent hostage, as well as who knew
how many others. Greene didn't sound like a model citizen, but
knowing how much of his behavior had probably been carefully molded
by the Consortium, Mulder was confident he could be helpful. Alex
was less confident and had every intention of killing Greene at
the first indication that he posed a danger to Mulder.
With mischievous grins, each of the men kissed Baines' friend
goodbye when they left for the airport, where they men parted
in the parking lot, not wanting to draw attention by being seen
together. They promised to meet up again at one of Alex's hideouts
in Louisiana in three days and separated to go find three more
pieces of the puzzle.
eGroup home: http://www.eGroups.com/group/ter_ma Free Web-based
e-mail groups by eGroups.com