XF M/K An AU fairy tale
Alexian Nights: Dragon's Treasure
Rating: NC-17 for m/m sex (as if I ever write anything else)
Archive: Okay to TER/MA, The Complete Kingdom of Slash, Archive/X
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Disclaimer: Mulder, Krycek and Scully belong to Chris Carter and
1013 Productions. I very much doubt they'd recognize them here
though. Note: Two challenges in one month were. . .challenging.
:) But I got 'em done. Thanks to Row, Aries, Nic and Sue for beta.
Sue, your mind is a very strange place.
Story Summary: Cross Sir Richard Burton with the Brothers Grimm,
add a concept by Dr. Ruthless, and run the whole thing through
my mind, and this is what you get.
The lord Fox, ruler of all the lands for five days' ride in any
direction, was bored. Not bored as in I've-been-waiting-for-a-while-I'm-bored,
but so completely bored that he couldn't raise an interest in
anything. His advisors were forced to make decisions in his name
to prevent his realm from falling into chaos. The mistress of
his kitchens had taken to her bed after being unable to tempt
him to eat. The beautiful men and women of his harem had red eyes
from crying themselves to sleep every night at having lost his
favor. Entertainers from every corner of his lands had come to
try to amuse him, but to no avail. Looking at their beloved lord,
his people could almost see the black cloud of his malaise hovering
over him. Something had to be done, but what?
While everyone was distracted by their concern for Lord Fox, a
thief decided to take advantage of their inattention to rob the
palace of some of its treasures. Unfortunately for him, the guards
weren't *that* distracted, and he was caught and brought before
the lord for punishment.
Seeing Lord Fox up close, the thief's breath caught in his throat.
The lord's lack of interest in eating had melted every ounce of
excess flesh from his bones, carving intriguing hollows beneath
his cheeks. Above them, hazel eyes blazed at him despite their
film of indifference. Soft-looking brown hair crowned his beauty,
making the thief yearn to find out if it was as soft as it appeared.
After the thief's crimes had been explained, the lord continued
to gaze at him without interest. The thief cringed, knowing he
could be put to death or lose a hand for attempting to rob the
lord. Once merciful, the lord's blank stare said that he'd lost
that quality along with his joy in life. The thief ventured a
bold plan that might save his life. . .and possibly the lord's
"My lord," he cried, "I offer you a deal."
"You are hardly in a position to deal, thief," was the
"So you have nothing to lose, Lord Fox, by hearing me out.
You can kill me at any time, but I offer you amusement."
Hazel eyes flicked over finely drawn, almost delicate features;
brilliant green eyes surrounded by thick, dark lashes; lush, pink
lips; a mop of silky, sable hair; and a well-proportioned, firm,
fit, young body. Faint interest stirred, but "My harem is
filled with beauties trained to please me. I have no need of another."
"You honor me by even considering me as a bed mate, my lord.
If that should be your pleasure, I am yours. But I offer you something
else, a tale to divert your mind and engage your attention. If
I do not amuse you, you can always kill me."
An arched brow was more animation than Lord Fox had shown in many
weeks. "Very well, I accept your deal. Amuse me, and I will
give back your life. Do not, and you die."
"Done and done, my lord!" the thief exclaimed. "May
I sit to tell my tale?"
At the lord's nod, he settled himself comfortably on a cushion
placed at Lord Fox's feet and began.
"Long ago, this desert land of ours was lush and fertile,
full of trees to shade lovers, marvelous fruits to tempt the appetite
and brilliant flowers whose perfume beguiled the senses. Our people
lived surrounded by plenty and could imagine no other life.
"And why should they? All envied this land its endless bounty.
Their lord then was wise and kind, ruling his people well and
beloved by them. His son, too, was loved for his sweet nature
and beauty. The people had naught to fear from his inheriting
his father's throne, aside from the loss of their ruler.
"Kings and queens and their heirs came from near and far,
trying to tempt the young heir into marriage. The prince, whose
name was Fox, was renowned and considered a great prize. He was
lovely, fair of face and form, with sparkling hazel eyes and dark
hair, and his mouth! Oh, his mouth was lush and ripe, promising
boundless delight to the one who could win him. Even had he been
dumb as a post, men and women would have vied to possess him,
but he was as intelligent as he was lovely and as wise as his
father. Our land had no greater treasuere than its prince."
Lord Fox snorted, but the thief ignored him and continued.
"One day a woman arrived at the palace, claiming to be the
queen of a distant land and seeking the prince as her consort.
Though she was lovely, slight and shapely, with fiery hair and
eyes like lapis, the prince was uneasy in her presence and refused
her suit. She left immediately.
"For a time, life continued as always, but over the next
several months, the ruler began to receive reports of drought
in outlying areas of his realm, then of crops failing, and finally
famine. Horrified by this unprecedented situation, he sent Prince
Fox to investigate, to see if anything could be done.
"As Fox traveled to the afflicted region, he encountered
a panicked messenger heading for the palace.
"'My prince!' cried the exhausted youth, throwing himself
to the ground at Fox's feet. 'Help us!'
"'What has happened?' Fox asked.
"'A dragon, my lord, a terrible red dragon! She is the reason
for the drought. With my own eyes I have seen her breathe fire
on a small glen, leaving behind nothing but ashes and dried mud
where trees and a small lake had been. She is killing our land,
my lord. Help us, please!'
"The prince nodded and motioned the young man to mount a
fresh horse from the caravan. He could barely credit the messenger's
words. A dragon able to destroy an entire lake with her fiery
breath? It was beyond belief. Still, the boy seemed sincere. He
would see for himself soon.
"Late the following afternoon, the prince and his retainers
reached the youth's village, where they were greeted with wails
of despair. As Fox stood still in disbelief, the headman ran toward
him, wringing his hands.
"'O my prince! Flee, my lord, you must flee!'
"'I have come to investigate your problem and to render what
aid I may, to kill this dragon if necessary.'
"The headman responded with another cry of dismay. 'No, my
prince, you must not. You must flee before she knows you have
come, for it is you she wants. She told us to send for you and
to speak her name.'
"'Yes, lord, she said to tell you her name was Scully.'
"'Scully!' Fox instantly remembered the red-haired queen
who had paid court to him some months before and whose mere presence
had made him uneasy. It must have been the dragon in human form,
and she had been angered by his refusal of her. Fox shuddered
at the thought of being a dragon's mate, but he would sacrifice
himself if it would save his land and people. When he said so,
however, he was greeted with downcast eyes and miserable but determined
"'That may have been what she wanted at first, but now she
only shows anger toward you. When Dragon Scully spoke of you,
her eyes burned red as her scales and flames issued from her nostrils.
If you go to her, my prince, you will surely die.'
"'And if I do not, she will continue to ravage the countryside
until all are dead. I have no choice.'
"His decision made, the prince mounted his horse once again
and rode toward the dragon's lair. Despite his courageous mien,
his heart was in his mouth, and inwardly he quaked with fear.
He did not know if it would be worse if she killed him or if she
"Alone, for he had left his companions in the village, refusing
to endanger anyone else, Fox approached the dragon's den.
"'So you came.'
"He whirled toward the voice, finding himself facing the
diminutive woman he'd met in his father's palace.
"'Queen Scully,' he greeted. 'Or should that be *Dragon*
"She laughed, a malicious sound that sent chills down Fox's
spine. 'Either, pretty Fox. I am queen of the dragons. All submit
to my will. I honored you, little human, by even considering taking
you as my consort, allowing you to fertilize my eggs. You could
have been the father of the next generation of dragons. Instead
you will be my plaything.'
"Something deep inside Fox began to shrivel up when he heard
the dragon's words and knew that she intended to keep him as a
sextoy. He cringed away despite every effort to stand fast, and
an evil leer appeared on the dragon's face.
"She stepped closer to him, reaching out to stroke his face
with one razor-sharp talon. Even in human form, her nails were
a dragon's claws, and she left a trail of blood along his cheek.
So sharp were they that Fox didn't even feel the pain at first,
feeling the blood drip down his jaw before the sharp sensation
registered and a moan escaped him.
"Scully laughed again, a tinkling sound that should have
been pleasant but which instead made him feel as if he'd touched
something corrupt. She stroked her fingers along his other cheek,
leaving a matching incision to pain both sides of his face red.
She smiled with pleasure at the sight and sliced his clothes off,
leaving the prince naked and shivering despite the warmth of the
"Fox backed away fearfully, closing his eyes in horror when
a change rippled over Scully, her human shape momentarily giving
way to that of the dragon before she settled back into her woman's
body. For an instant, the image of a massive dragon, bigger than
Fox could ever have imagined, was superimposed over the slight
woman. A tiny, still rational portion of his brain wondered why
so large a dragon had chosen so small a human form.
"'You don't like my natural form, pretty Fox?' she cooed.
'Perhaps I should take you like that. Would you like that, little
toy? I could cram all of you inside me and feel you squirming.
I think I would like that.'
"Fox's face twisted in disgust, and he slapped her hand away,
not caring in that instant if she killed him. He could not abide
her touch for another second.
"Scully hissed in anger at his presumption, and her hands
curled around his shoulders, her true strength showing as her
nails dug into him. Fox could not help crying out in pain as those
ten diamond hard claws sank into his flesh. Scully shook him like
the animal she was worrying its prey. Despite the red wave of
agony washing over him, Fox was silent. It had been the suddenness
of the pain that had forced the cry from him before, but now that
he knew what to expect, he would not give her the pleasure again.
"Scully's lip curled, bestial rage overshadowing the human
guise she wore. 'Foolish human, do you think I care if you cry
out till you tear your throat apart or bite your tongue off to
remain silent? You belong to me now, and I will do as I wish.
You will atone for the insult of refusing me.'
"Fox glared at her, wearing dignity despite his nakedness
and the blood covering him. 'I still refuse you. I shall always
refuse you. You are unclean, a thing to be reviled and destroyed
lest you harm anyone else. You may kill me, but my soul will know
and rejoice when you die.'
"The dragon cried out in rage, tossing him to the ground
as she shifted to her natural form. At the split second where
she was between shapes, formless and insubstantial, vulnerable
for a fleeting instant, a figure darted out from the trees, spear
in hand and planted it where the dragon's eye was solidifying.
In that instant Scully saw and knew and her scream of rage shook
the mountain as she reformed and died instantly, the spear through
her eye and brain. For a moment, the massive red form remained,
then it shimmered and vanished, leaving behind only a single blood
red jewel the size of a man's fist. In death dragon's returned
to the dust from which they were formed, except for their hearts,
the source of their magic.
"The newcomer scooped up the gem, offering it to Fox, who
shook his head, wanting nothing of the creature. Bright green
eyes watched him sympathetically as the stranger continued to
proffer the heartstone.
"'Take it,' the man insisted. 'You deserve it for what she
did to you. I have heard that the prince is coming to fight her.
Give this stone to him to prove that the menace is over. I have
heard that he is a good man and caring ruler. I am sure that he
will recompense you for your travails.'
"Fox blinked in surprise, realizing that the stranger did
not know who he was. He had risked his life and killed the dragon
for an unknown stranger, with no anticipation of reward. Still
not reaching for the heartstone, he questioned, 'Why do you not
wait and give that to the prince yourself? Any reward is rightfully
"'Oh no, it is not for one such as I to speak to a prince.
I do this because a dragon destroyed my land, leaving it an arid
desert with only small oasises of green to remind my people of
what we once had. My heart died with my land, and all I have left
is vengeance. That is deserving of no reward.'
"The prince sighed in sympathy for the beautiful, sad stranger.
'You have saved my life, regardless of your reasons. There must
be something I can give you as thanks?'
"Staring at the prince, the stranger smiled. 'A kiss to remind
me that all is not dead and gone, that there is still life and
beauty in the world?'
"The prince was not averse to the man's request, but first,
'Will you not tell me your name first?'
"The lovely young man blushed to realize that he had not
introduced himself. 'My apologies, sir, I have been so long alone
I have forgotten the common courtesies. I am Alex. And you?'
"Before Fox could reply, his retainers thundered into the
clearing on their horses, having been unable to wait in the village
in safety while their lord faced such danger. Seeing him naked
and covered with blood, they cried their dismay, and leapt from
their horses to run toward him. 'My prince,' cried his captain,
'you are injured!'
"Fox waved off their concerns. 'It is nothing that will not
heal, thanks to this man. He slew the dragon and saved my life.'
"Alex stood frozen in shock at his side. 'You are the prince?'
"He fell to his knees before the prince, pressing his forehead
to the ground. 'Forgive me, my prince. I meant no disrespect.'
"Fox drew him gently to his feet, saying, 'No, no, you must
not kneel to me. I owe you my life. And my gratitude. Please come
back to my father's palace with me, even if only for one night,
and allow me to thank you properly.' He met Alex's eyes with a
secret smile. 'And we will see about that reward you spoke of.'
He licked his lips, making Alex's heart pound in his chest.
"This beautiful man, this royal prince, seemed to want him.
The dragons would still be there if he took a little time to be
with people, with Prince Fox. In truth, he had no idea where to
go next since he had not heard of any other dragon depredations.
"Despite a detour to the village to advise the inhabitants
that the dragon was dead and the threat ended, the journey back
to the palace did not take long. Prince Fox maintained a rapid
pace, wanting to get Alex there before he changed his mind and
left on his quest again. In a very few days they arrived and Fox
was able to tell his tale to his father. The lord was grateful
and asked Alex to name his reward. Before he could reply, Fox
"'Do not worry, Father, I will take care of rewarding my
"Seeing the way his son looked at the other man, the lord
smiled. It seemed that he would not have to house claimants for
the prince's hand for much longer. Since Alex was returning an
equally besotted gaze, the choice appeared to have been made.
'Go,' he said, trying to hide his smile. 'We will talk again on
"Fox led Alex to his private apartments, eager to be alone
with him. Their lack of privacy on the journey had made it impossible
to do more than talk, so they were eager for their first taste
of one another. Once in Fox's bedchamber, they hesitated for a
moment, unsure what to do now that a moment seemingly so long
anticipated was finally at hand. With a laugh, Fox pulled Alex
to him, covering the tempting pink lips with his own, exploring
the mouth that opened eagerly to him. The kiss lasted for long
moments while they learned each other.
"Finally they separated and smiled at one another, still
wrapped in each other's arms. Fox urged Alex toward the bed and
followed him down. They spent the night learning what pleased
the other most, finding incredible joy in being together before
they finally slept.
"Alex awoke the next morning to find Fox watching him, memorizing
every feature. For the first time in a very long time, he started
the day with a smile.
"'Stay with me,' Fox begged.
"Alex stared into hazel eyes as blue just then as the silk
sheets on which they lay. Blue was the color of luck. Was it a
sign that he should stay? He saw pleading in those eyes, and he
made his decision. 'Yes.'
"Fox's smile in response put the rising sun to shame. He
barely allowed Alex time to dress before bringing him before his
father and announcing that he had found his consort. His father
was pleased, as were the people when the announcement was made.
Fox and Alex had many decades together, and they ruled wisely
and well until their deaths."
The storyteller-thief took a deep breath and looked up to meet
Lord Fox's eyes, waiting for his decision.
The lord rose to his feet, saying, "Come with me," as
he left the room. Blinking in surprise, the thief followed him,
finding himself in the lord's private chambers. Not daring to
speak, the thief waited silently until Lord Fox turned to him
"Diverting indeed. But you left out some details." Meeting
the lord's eyes, the thief was surprised to find heat blazing
in them. A seductive smile slowly crossed his face.
"Which details were you interested in, my lord?" He
licked his lips.
Fox's eyes followed the tip of his tongue as it stroked over soft,
pink lips. He had to clear his throat before he could reply. "It
seems to me that you skipped the description of what the dragonslayer
did to captivate the prince. Surely he must have had extraordinary
talents for the prince to make him his consort on the basis of
one night together, Alex."
Alex, for that was the thief's name as the lord had surmised,
smiled. "It is very difficult to describe, my lord. Perhaps
I should demonstrate?"
"A most excellent plan. Whenever you're ready," he invited.
Alex paused for a moment to admire the beauty waiting for him,
eyes mapping every inch and imagining what lay beneath the clothing.
Before coming closer, he removed his own clothes, standing proudly
under Fox's gaze and allowing him to look his fill. When Fox's
eyes, now a hot green-gold, met his own again, he followed the
unspoken order and moved into his arms, kissing the man who was
ruler of this nation but who at that instant was nothing more
-- or less -- than his lover.
Fox was vaguely aware of his garments disappearing while that
wickedly talented tongue twined around his own, caressing him.
He could only imagine how it would feel on other parts of him.
A leg insinuated itself between his thighs, and he rubbed against
it, delighting in the sensation. It had been so long since he
had felt this, since he had wanted anything like this. It had
taken an impious thief with an extraordinary beauty to rekindle
his joy in life, but now that he had, Fox intended to make him
want to stay. He knew he could order Alex to stay, but he needed
him to *want* to be with him. Somehow he knew that boredom would
never again be a problem if he could only keep Alex by his side.
Alex groaned into Fox's mouth when the movements against his thigh
were joined by a hand on his own erection, stroking him into madness.
He nudged Fox toward the bed, where they both sank down, bodies
twined together. Alex raised his head for an instant, admiring
the golden beauty of his Fox on the white silk of the sheets.
With an impatient sound, Fox drew his head back down to meet his
own, mouths meeting in a heated kiss as they seemed to breathe
for each other, long bodies writhing together in an orgy of pleasure.
Fox eventually released Alex's mouth, and he slowly licked every
inch of Fox's body, mapping his responses and lingering wherever
he found an especially sensitive spot. The coppery nubbins of
his nipples drew prolonged attention, his teeth worrying one while
his fingers teased the other until Fox gasped his name and squirmed
lasciviously under him. Only then did Alex's mouth continue its
exploration of his new lover's body, tracing the outline of every
muscle and rib, exploring the intriguing crevices of his body,
but bypassing his groin despite Fox's groan of protest.
"Patience, lovely Fox," he whispered, "trust me."
"Please, Alex," he nearly wailed, "I can't. . .it's
been so long. . .I don't think I can. . .oh heavenly spirits!"
The last cry came when Alex, who had forgotten that Fox had been
celibate for some time, stopped teasing him and took him into
his mouth. It was everything Fox had anticipated from having Alex's
tongue in his mouth. Alex was more talented than any houri, and
he seemed to enjoy it as well. His tongue lashed the length of
Fox's now-straining erection, his teeth nibbled the prominent
vein along the underside, and he laughed when Fox wailed his pleasure.
He licked the ruddy head, capturing the pearlescent droplets that
welled there and groaning in pleasure at finally tasting him.
Fox watched with passion-glazed eyes as he disappeared inside
Alex's mouth. Green eyes dark with lust watched the pleasure wash
over his countenance, and Alex slowly took his entire length.
Fox was the biggest man he'd ever had, but he tasted so good that
even the strain in his jaw didn't matter. Alex wished they could
stay like this forever, but he could already feel the tremors
in Fox and the balls in the sac against his chin drawing up. Wanting
to increase his lover's pleasure, he reached down and cupped the
sac in his hand, gently caressing it while his tongue played along
the flesh in his mouth. His free hand flicked over one rigid nipple,
and Fox's entire body spasmed as the pleasure exploded through
him. Alex held him in his mouth, continuing to swallow until Fox
pulled away with a faint whimper and collapsed, exhausted, amidst
Alex lay quietly at his side, not wanting to disturb him and be
sent away. The arousal raging through his body made his squirm,
though, and attracted Fox's attention. Sated hazel eyes opened
and focused on him, and hands reached for him.
"Sorry, it had been too long for me," Fox apologized.
"Next time will be better."
'Next time?' Alex couldn't believe his ears.
"But we still have to do something about you," Fox continued.
"My lord-" Alex started.
"No!" Fox interrupted. "My name is Fox."
Before Alex could respond or even think about how to reply, Fox
had reached for a flagon of oil that stood on the table beside
the bed and had poured some into his hand. He applied it to Alex's
cock, then poured some into Alex's hand. While Alex stared at
him in utter stupefaction, he spread his legs wide and pulled
them back in unmistakable invitation. Stunned though he was, Alex
knew what to do. He slowly worked his oil-coated fingers into
Fox, feeling the hot tightness grip him, until three fingers together
easily slid in and out. As relaxed as Fox was, it did not take
After staring into Fox's eyes one more time to be sure that this
was truly what he wanted, Alex placed his cock at Fox's entrance
and pushed inside. Hoarse moans of pleasure escaped both men as
he slid past the ring of muscle. He had to pause, trying to regain
some control, before he dared continue. He was so aroused that
he wanted to pound into Fox, but he had to remember that this
was the ruler. It was amazing enough that he allowed Alex to take
Fox had a good idea of what was bothering Alex, and he drew him
down into a kiss. When he finally released Alex's mouth, he smiled
at the panting man. "Don't hold back, take me. In this bed,
or anywhere we please each other, I am not the ruler. We are simply
two lovers." He licked at Alex's mouth again.
Alex groaned and took him at his word. He thrust hard, gliding
deep inside Fox until his balls pressed against his ass, then
withdrew and did it again. And again. And again. Harder each time
and seemingly deeper until both men moaned with every thrust,
and finally Alex came deep inside Fox with a cry of pleasure.
Though Fox did not come a second time, he felt pleasure in his
lover's pleasure and held him close. He frowned in displeasure
when he felt Alex pull out of him and start to move away.
"Where are you going?"
Surprised green eyes rose to meet his. "Did I not entertain
you, my lord? Am I not free to go now?"
Fox's face turned bleak. "So this was all just to save your
"No! My story was, yes, but not this. This was for our mutual
pleasure. But now it is done, and you are the ruler and I am still
Fox sighed. Clearly this was going to be more difficult than he
had anticipated. "Did I not say that did not matter? Was
"But. . .but. . ." Alex was so surprised he didn't know
what to say.
"I want you to stay."
"Until morning?" Alex ventured.
"Until I die." Fox's words brooked no misinterpretation.
"My lord. . .Fox. . .I. . .I don't know what to say."
"Then say nothing. But stay."
A sunny smile broke over the ex-thief's face, and he lay back
down, nestling against Fox's side. "As long as you want me."
As they drifted off to sleep, Fox spoke again. "It was really
not very nice of you to make my sister into a dragon in your story,
Laughter was his only reply.