Rising Possibilities
by Shannon
Website: http://themkshrine.angelfire.com
Pairing: M/K
Rating: NC-17
Sequel to ‘Degrees’ and ‘On the Verge of Burning’.
Summary: How are our boys faring…now that it’s finally Valentine’s?
Archive: Yes, to any list it's posted to. All others just ask.
Date of First Posting: 02/14/04
Disclaimer: Not mine.
“What…?” Mulder turned his vocal volume down and whispered harshly. “What are you doing, you can’t call me here!”
He swiveled in his chair facing away from the door which was closed but might not be for long. Scully had only gone to get a non-fat chai latte from the kiosk on the corner. And her little legs moved fast when she had some caffeine in her.
“I think I just did,” came the rumbled reply.
Mulder’s dick sprang up and panted as best it could in the confines of his slacks and briefs. He looked down at it, frustrated and annoyed. He couldn’t encourage this kind of behavior. From either one of them.
“Relax, Scully’s just now shelling out her three twenty-five.”
“You’re…you’re surveilling my partner???”
Alex’s reply was one of stupified wonder. “Well…yeah.” Then it turned seductive. “How else am I gonna know when you’re all alone and vulnerable down there in your office…behind that big desk, looking hot and delicious and suckable and…”
“Stop it, A-… Just…don’t,” he finished, closing his eyes and clenching his jaw.
“Relaaaaaaaaaax,” came Alex’s hushed, soothing voice. Mulder made a sound of annoyance. “Do you need me to come down there and…”
“No!”
Alex’s laugh danced over the phone at him and tickled his ear.
“I mean it,” Mulder told him. “No phone calls at the Bureau. Ever. You hear me?”
“Yeah, okay,” Alex answered, not sounding too chastised.
“Good-bye,” Mulder gritted out.
“Still on for tonight?” Alex’s voice took on what Mulder begrudgingly admitted was a very becoming note of hopefulness.
Mulder breathed deeply. In truth, he wouldn’t miss it for the world. He looked forward to these clandestine visits and meetings more than he’d ever let on.
And just about then, Scully came in through the door, sipping from a tall paper cup.
“Yes, Professor Riley, I believe that would be a wise course of action.”
“Professor?” Alex sounded highly amused on the other end of the line. “Kinky, Mulder.”
Mulder sighed through his nose as he was still gritting his teeth. “Yes, it is. I need to go now.” His voice held a warning.
“All right, you closeted homo. I’ll see you tonight when your legs are up over my shoulders and I’m fff…”
“All right then bye,” Mulder said a little too brightly, hanging up on a chuckling double agent.
His chuckling double agent. Who he was fucking. Who fucked him. Really, really well.
Not his. Not that. Dangerous to think in the possessive. Even if it was harmless and stemmed from a deep-seated need in Mulder to create something substantial out of the perpetual smoke and mirrors that was Alex Krycek. Not some desire to…be…something they weren’t.
“So who’s Professor Riley?”
“What?” Mulder reswiveled to find Scully looking at him over her beverage with raised eyebrows.
“Nuh-Nobody,” Mulder answered lamely. “I just…a contact. It’s nothing. How’s your chai?”
She frowned at him in an amused way. Very I-don’t-understand-such-a-strange-specimen-as-you-but-okay. “It’s fine,” she replied, humoring his uncharacteristic attentiveness.
He linked his hands across his crotch belatedly, hiding the evidence and trying to look calm and normal.
Scully walked to her drafting table and sat heavily in her smaller, non-swivelly chair. Mulder frowned. He wondered if she enjoyed writing on an uphill angle like that and why she’d never gotten herself a desk.
Mulder surreptitiously looked at his watch without unlinking or significantly moving his hands. Nearly there. Maybe an hour more and then he could leave without it seeming too weird.
He had his alibi all prepared and everything. A Valentine’s game of D ‘n D over at the boys’ place. Something that not only wouldn’t interest Scully, but that might actually repulse her a little. Four doofy guys sitting around eating Cheetos and drinking Natural Lite from the can, burping and slaying dragons for hours at a time around a dirty table with a wobbly leg.
It was a master plan. In the past, whenever there was a holiday that required people to get social, or worse like Valentine’s, actually pair off with somebody and be interesting and clever and shallow and nice, he’d fled to the Gunmen’s. It was not at all unprecedented.
And he could leave work almost as early as he liked. She’d assume he’d be trying to miss the bullpen crowd with their, ‘Who do you have a date with tonight?’s and their billowing bouquets that smelled like garden barf. She’d feel a little sorry for him. And then she’d go home and take a bubble bath and have a pillow fight in her panties with her next door neighbor or…whatever it was Scully liked to do when she wasn’t with him.
She’d never guess he actually had real plans. Valentine’s plans. Real live ones, like other people in the world. Maybe not hearts and red roses plans. Boxes of truffles plans. But plans none-the-less. What he and Krycek did tended toward the romantic in most people’s minds probably. Sex was the pinnacle of Valentine’s activities, wasn’t it? They were normal, almost, he and Alex. Except for the whole enemies thing. And that seemed to get glossed over somewhere between opening the door and stripping off each other’s clothes anyway, such that it was disappearing of its own volition it seemed. It would be unnerving if Mulder ever allowed a single solitary thought about it into his head. Ever.
Instead he thought of what he had to do to get ready.
And Mulder did plan to make this date a little…different. Not like…sweet or anything. And not special in that pink lacy Hallmark way. But he wanted to surprise Alex a little. Catch him off guard. It was fun…this thing they were doing. Beyond fun. Spectacular. Unbelievable. And he’d been planning this particular event ever since they’d finally peeled themselves off Mulder’s living room floor on New Year’s Eve, showered, and parted ways awkwardly.
Mulder turned himself toward his computer and allowed his eyes to go out of focus as he replayed the rest of that night, from him rutting on top of Krycek’s naked, sweaty body, to them both coming again, to showering together and touching and kissing and touching and soaping and rinsing and touching, to getting out and drying off…and kissing madly, to flinging the towels aside and groping against Mulder’s sink, to finally getting dressed in the low light of morning and Mulder walking Krycek to the door. He’d waited a moment too long, just staring at the other man, and had leaned in to kiss him just as Alex turned to go. Alex had turned back, but by then Mulder was too embarrassed and he just nodded a quick, “Good-night,” and closed the door after him.
But he’d had Alex’s cell phone number clutched in his hand.
And that had made him smile.
They’d found excuses to get together ever since. Apparently there were somewhere around fifteen holidays in January alone. Just a fun fact.
Mulder learned he liked to get fucked and that his navel was a highly erogenous zone. That Alex whimpered when Mulder’s cock was all the way up his ass. That Mulder liked putting his cock up another man’s ass…very, very much. That Alex liked sixty-nine, but that Mulder felt completely inept at it even though Alex came really hard when Mulder just licked his balls and concentrated on fucking Alex’s mouth instead of giving a spectacular blow job.
He learned that Alex had a beautiful laugh and was ticklish on the soles of his feet. That Alex’s shoulders tasted good and the muscles were springy and resilient when he bit them, like the first bite of poundcake. That Alex liked to murmur Russian while he was doing Mulder hard, and that sometimes he said Fox when he was close to coming, but Mulder didn’t think the other man meant to or even realized he’d said it.
“…wants us to look into it.”
“Huh?”
“Have you been listening to me?”
Mulder snorted. “Of course I have.”
“No, you haven’t. Mulder… Ugh, why do I bother?”
“I’m sorry, Scully,” he said, feeling genuinely apologetic and guilty. He liked Scully. Loved her. He certainly didn’t want her thinking he didn’t have the time of day. “Because you enjoy the challenge?” he offered when her face hadn’t changed.
She cracked a tiny smile, and he relaxed just a little. She sighed. “So…” she tried again, leaning back in her chair now. “My guess is you don’t give a flying fig what Kersh wants from us.”
“Flying fig, Scully?”
“A damn,” she corrected, trying to look angry, but not evading her own smile. “You don’t give a damn,” she enunciated.
Mulder liked getting her to curse. His goal was a good hardy, “Fucking hell!” but he didn’t have unrealistic expectations regarding it. It was a pipe dream and he knew it. Still…
“You are correct, ma’am,” he replied.
She sighed. “So we…what? Hide from him until the meeting on Tuesday and hope for the best?”
“Kinda what I was thinking, yeah,” he allowed.
“Are you just going to lock the door and unplug the phone?”
“No,” he said, scooping up a handful of seeds from his desktop and popping one into his mouth, sucking thoughtfully. “I thought I’d cut out early, actually.”
“And leave me to suffer the consequences? I don’t think so, Mulder.” She was sitting forward now.
“You could leave,” he supplied.
She sighed irritably.
“Seriously,” he told her. “Why not? Go have a hot date with that stud in accounting who thinks you hung the moon.”
Stud? Was that a gay word? She was looking at him strangely. Well, like he was strange.
“Or…whatever,” he added sheepishly.
Alex was a stud. A one-armed, sexed-up stud who could make Mulder hard with a look. He had a date with a stud. He bit the inside of his lip and waited for her answer.
“You date him,” she scoffed. “He smells like he swam in Old Spice.”
Mulder went very still. His mouth went dry and he stopped breathing.
She looked at him. “I’m kidding. Jesus, Mulder, go ahead and go…wherever it is you’re going. I’ll be fine.”
“The Gunmen’s,” he blurted.
“What?”
“I’m going to the Gunmen’s for some Dungeons and Dragons and we’re going to drink beer and belch.”
His mouth had hijacked his better judgment and gone total freak on him. Good going, he thought. Sounds completely legit, you dork.
“Whatever, Mulder,” she sighed. “You’re obviously not going to do anymore work today, so you might as well leave. I’ll see you Monday.”
He gestured to the computer screen with a small sound at the back of his throat, indicating his readiness to work, but the motion stalled out with her withering look. Who was he kidding? If she was okay with him leaving and, in fact, telling him to go…
He jumped up and grabbed his jacket, flinging it on and scooping up the rest of his seeds, pocketing them. As he passed her, he was overcome with a sudden fit of affection. He swooped down and pecked her cheek, murmuring, “Thanks, Scully. Happy Valentine’s.”
He stood back up and fairly beamed at her shocked expression, extending his hand and depositing three seeds on her table.
It was going to be a good day.
He tossed his bags on the kitchen table and went to the fridge for a bottle of water. He gulped it down thirstily, having taken the stairs up to his apartment rather than having to stand still in the elevator.
He checked his watch. Still time for a run before he had to come back and shower. Thank God. He was about to explode.
First, he unpacked, making sure he’d gotten everything on his list. New bottle of lubricant…gigantic box of condoms… He put them both in the drawer next to the bed.
He came back out and pulled out…Stolichnaya, which he now put in the freezer…a new bottle of the aftershave he’d used that one time when Alex had growled against Mulder’s neck that he smelled good after they’d... They’d not even gotten naked, just getting their cocks out and falling onto the foyer floor and going at it face to face, rubbing and panting and coming fast.
He took the aftershave into the bathroom for later, then came back and took the crowning purchase out of its long, gold box. Well, there was one box that would remain unopened, identical to the first, tied with a glittering gold bow. He would lay that across the pillows in his bedroom.
These…he extracted and looked at with undisguised awe and excitement.
One dozen black roses, their tips tinged blood red.
Fucking gorgeous.
He proceeded to rip their pretty, pre-bloom heads off, scattering the petals around the apartment, making a trail from the front door into the bedroom with them, smiling giddily as he went.
When he finished, he checked his watch again and hurriedly changed to this running clothes, a pair of grey sweats that had seen better days with a matchingly worn sweatshirt. He shoved his feet into his Adidas and checked the apartment one more time. Run, shower, Alex there at seven. He took a deep breath and took off out the door, locking it behind him.
He turned toward the park that was about a mile from his house, the February afternoon a surprisingly tolerable forty-five degrees. He ran fast as soon as the muscles in his legs would allow. He wasn’t twenty-two anymore and had to pay a little more attention to his body’s grievances than he ever had before. Still, he got up a good pace and tried to keep his breath even and deep as he did the park circuit about three times, hardly noticing anything around him, diving deep into that meditative state he accomplished on a really good run.
He checked his watch on the third rotation to find that it was already six-thirty. With a start, he cut through the trees and headed back toward home at almost a sprinter’s pace, his legs burning and lungs protesting the continued exertion.
This time, even with the late hour, he took the elevator up, letting himself catch his breath a little and feel his heartrate decrease moment by moment. He was still panting a little, though, as he approached his door…and found it unlocked.
He didn’t have his gun. He just prayed it was Alex. Then he thought about how fucked up that was. I don’t have my gun so please be my best enemy, Alex Krycek, because I feel safest with him.
He felt utterly shocked to find that he did feel safe with him…maybe safer than without him. He knew Alex wouldn’t hurt him, now. He never really had anyway, but he’d still been dangerous to Mulder in other ways. Now…
Mulder pushed the door open slowly and stepped inside his apartment, looking around quickly. A drop of sweat ran down his temple, but he resisted wiping it off, trying to remember if he’d left his gun in its holster and, if so, where that was. He’d been extremely preoccupied when he’d gotten home, he thought guiltily, checking the kitchen and bathroom before continuing to the bedroom. When he got to the door, he pushed it gently open, peering inside.
He gasped softly at the sight before him. Alex was there…standing by the side of the bed. The gold box was open and the tissue paper was strewn across the sheets. Alex held the dozen long-stems in his hands and his head was bent, his face pressed gently into them.
When Mulder pushed the door open wider, Alex’s head snapped up and he looked at Mulder with wide, wet eyes. Wet…with…
He didn’t speak to Mulder and Mulder was unsure how to begin a conversation. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen after all. But Alex laid the roses down, carefully, like china, and walked over to Mulder. He reached out, almost took his hand away but didn’t, and Mulder stood stock-still as Alex touched his sweaty face, stroking his cheek and looking like he was about to say something. Mulder frowned into his dark, moist eyes, another drop of perspiration falling from his chin onto his chest.
And just when Mulder thought Alex was going to lean in and kiss him, Alex dropped to his knees on the bedroom floor and took Mulder’s sweats and underwear down. He guided Mulder’s quiescent cock into his mouth and started sucking on it, groaning as he did so.
Mulder’s breath caught as he stumbled a little, his cock filling Alex’s mouth as he hardened for it.
“Awgod,” he whined, hand hovering over Alex’s bobbing head as he stumbled once more. He spread his legs for stability and bent his knees just slightly, taking Alex’s head and holding it gently as the other man slurped and hummed and swallowed and sucked like his very life depended on making Mulder happy.
“Alex…” Mulder whispered, jaw going slack and eyes threatening to close. “Gaaaawwwd,” he breathed, brushing Alex’s hair back off his forehead, curling his fingers behind his ears and stroking down his throat. He felt it working under his touch…working his cock down.
“Ohshit,” he whined, feeling his dick jump in the younger man’s mouth. “OhAlex…” He grabbed at his lover’s hair and moved the head back and forth, though Alex needed no coaxing or help from him. It just felt good to be a part of it, to move to the same rhythm. And if he tried to fuck his way down Alex’s throat, he’d fall over. So he gripped…and pulled…and stroked…and grabbed, finally just staring unartfully down at the man at his feet.
Alex’s eyes flashed up to his for just a moment before his lashes fluttered closed over their luminescent beauty. Tears…swimming graceful and real over the green. Only to be shut off…taken away, so Mulder couldn’t see.
Mulder’s orgasm roared through him with ferocious power, his hips driving into Alex’s face on his animal cry. Alex took his cum down his throat, open and unguarded and selfless. And Mulder watched him…swallowing, humming, blinking, his one hand moving up Mulder’s hip and grabbing the hem of his sweatshirt, the small action wrenching a wail from Mulder’s own throat and another hot ribbon of cum from his draining cock as he finished deep inside Alex’s mouth.
He breathed heavily, wanting to lighten the mood a little as the energy that had draped itself over them was heavy with feeling and taking itself very seriously. He wanted to say something blithely, unaffectedly, like, ‘Good evening to you, too, baby.’ Or something equally mundane and stupid.
But he couldn’t. He could only slip his dick out of Alex’s mouth, leaning his hips back a little before helping the other man to his feet. Nothing was said as he took Alex in his arms and held him. Mulder tried not to think even. Just standing there with his arms wrapped around Alex Krycek. He held him too long for it to be about seduction, but soon began running his hands over Alex’s black-clad body, finding all the places he liked best…pulling his dress shirt from his slacks and running his hands up to Alex’s hard, smooth chest underneath, finding the hipbones and drawing circles on them, cradling his ass two-handed, two-cheeked, squeezing appreciatively as he breathed into Alex’s neck.
He didn’t want to stop because he didn’t want to pull away just yet. Though he was getting Alex’s nice clothes damp with his sweat. God, the other man had touched him…kissed him…given him head with Mulder all rank and wet from his run.
Mulder pulled away now and looked down at himself. He stripped the sweatshirt up and off, then kicked off his shoes so he could take off his pants, underwear, and socks. He stood back up, naked and spent and probably smelly.
Mulder had a secret, too. He liked being naked when Alex was fully clothed. He didn’t know what it meant, so he didn’t let Alex in on it. But he always tried to get himself undressed first, stalling Alex at every turn with a long kiss or by just grabbing between his legs and halting all thought or calculated movement while he divested himself of garments.
He reached out and touched the collar of Alex’s shirt. “You look really good,” he said, stepping in again, close but not re-engaging in the embrace.
Alex still had not said anything and he was silent now. It was getting a little weird.
Mulder took another step and just kept fingering the soft cloth as he tilted his head to give Alex a soft, sweet kiss on the lips. He lingered but didn’t deepen it, waiting…holding back…until Alex made the noise Mulder was waiting for, kind of a sigh and a cry both at once. Mulder grabbed Alex’s hair and tongue-fucked his mouth then, enjoying the acquired taste of his own pleasure on Alex’s tongue.
Mulder was surprised at how quickly and fully Alex had gotten him to like such things. To love such things. To desire such things. And Mulder was just stunned at how much he didn’t care, wasn’t ashamed. It was like trying on a really comfortable pair of shoes that you’ve never worn in your life but that feel tailored to you perfectly once you actually put them on.
There were a lot of shoes in Mulder’s closet now. Lots and lots of shoes. Lots of things he liked to do with Alex, experience with him. Things he never thought himself suited to before, but that now seemed essential to his life on earth. Things he fantasized about and planned to do again once he’d done them once with the other man.
He was fascinated by his own evolution rather than freaked out. And the fact that it was Alex Krycek… Well, it felt more normal every time. The sex had always felt perfectly natural. Fuck Alex Krycek? Of course! The emotions that he’d started to notice himself feeling…a tenderness as he penetrated Alex, or before, as he prepared Alex for penetration…a tightness in his chest at random times when they’d be kissing or when Alex would stroke his belly for a few long moments before lifting Mulder’s legs over his shoulders.
And then there was the name.
Alex inside him…moving slowly…grunting softly in his ear…then lifting his head to come… “Fox…ohFox…” And that one Russian word that often followed. Lybi…something.
Those times were a little disconcerting.
But it’s not like Alex was asking him out to dinner or holding his hand on a stroll around the lane or bringing him ro… Roses…
Mulder’s mouth pulled away from Alex’s on a little inhale of understanding. What had his own roses meant? He’d thought they were cool. The juxtaposition of the black with the super soft petals had reminded him of Alex. His tough, tender lover.
Lover?
Really?
No. Fuck buddy. Booty call. Alex, at most, was his affair. His naughty little dalliance. And he was Alex’s. The rogue spy fucking the fibbie. And it was only going to last as long as they both didn’t talk about anything.
“Shower?” Mulder asked.
Alex looked at him for a long moment, but then he smiled sloppily, his mouth red and used. “I like you like this.”
Mulder made a face. He felt wonderful now. Alex was talking. And they were easier with each other.
“That’s gross, Alex. I’m disgusting.”
Alex wrapped his arm around Mulder and tugged his body in tight. “No, you’re not.”
At Mulder’s continued reluctance to proclaim himself fit for intimacy, Alex went on. “You’re such a woman sometimes, Mulder.”
“Excuse me?” Mulder exclaimed.
Alex moved against him and Mulder felt the hard ridge of the younger man’s cock rub up against his thigh.
“Gay men like the smell.” He cocked an eyebrow. “Do you think I stink?”
Mulder made a sound, a snort maybe. “That’s different, you smell like…”
Alex’s eyes dropped to Mulder’s lips. “Like what?”
Mulder swallowed. This was getting a little personal. “Like sex and…”
Alex smirked. “And what?”
“Cinnamon…and…”
Alex smiled bigger, still fixated on Mulder’s mouth.
“No,” Mulder said, decidedly, turning away and sauntering toward the bathroom. “That’s all you get, you pervert, I’m showering.”
He heard Alex’s deep laugh behind him. “Want company?”
Mulder turned in the doorway. “Now what do you think?”
He smiled. And Alex followed.
Scully sighed as she got into the elevator. She leaned back against the cold, metal wall and closed her eyes. She, too, was leaving early. But it still felt like a long day. Partly because they weren’t working a case right now, only catching up on paperwork, and partly because it was Valentine’s and she’d known she’d be seeing Chris later. And that it couldn’t come soon enough.
And that Mulder didn’t know. He was still trying to set her up with Steigerson in accounting of all people.
Poor Mulder.
Poor, poor Mulder.
The elevator doors opened on the parking garage and Scully stepped out with another sigh. She was escaping. She’d be going to Chris’s around eight and there would be a nice, candlelit Italian dinner waiting…and Chris’s warm, welcoming arms.
Scully wondered how warm Frohike’s arms were and found herself once again dismayed that Mulder still, after all these many years, was alone.
It would be okay, but she got the sneaking suspicion that he wasn’t just alone, but lonely.
Lately, she’d seen less of him. He wasn’t coming in early to work or staying late, and sometimes he actually left the building to go to lunch. She was happy for that. He was making some sort of effort at being a normal human being. She was especially glad when his lunches ran late. He probably just sat on a bench by the Monument and lost track of time, but it was better than skipping lunch to read up on the latest National Inquirer report on the new, werewolf/vampire/alien baby.
So he at least was putting on a good show. But he’d been so long in her company alone. Now that she had Chris and tended to sneak out of work at four forty-five herself…she found she wondered how Mulder was faring without her constant presence. She felt guilty that she was taking herself away more now, too, and he had no one there to take her place.
Maybe…
She wondered how deeply Chris would mind if she kidnapped Mulder and brought him to dinner. Chris was a compassionate person. And Mulder was desperate. D ‘n D with the Gunmen?? On Valentine’s?? It was an abomination.
Scully had recently very seriously considered setting Mulder up herself. But dinner with her and Chris would be a nice, easy, unimposing start. She could gently ask Mulder about his personal life. Get a few details on where his tastes ran nowadays. She had a few ideas, but it always helped to get all your information straight. And Chris could help. A third party could ask the questions Scully, being Mulder’s six and a half year partner, couldn’t. She was supposed to know him better by now.
Yes. She’d bring Mulder over to Chris’s for dinner.
Her mind made up, she pulled out her cell and dialed the Gunmen.
“Lone Gunmen,” came Frohike’s voice, his my-jaw’s-wired-shut drone.
“Hi, Frohike, this is…”
“The exquisite Agent Scully. What can I do for you…Dana?”
She checked her lanes and pulled into the slow one, feeling guilty at using her cell for such a personal, unimportant reason during the early rush hour.
“I, uh… Is Mulder there yet?” she asked, a horn blaring behind her. She flinched and checked the rearview mirror, but the driver was yelling over to the red Honda next to him. She had to ask Frohike to repeat his answer. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”
“I said, Mulder’s not here.”
“Well, do you know where he is?” she asked, worry creasing her brow.
“Nope,” replied Frohike. “Haven’t heard from him.”
She frowned deeper, checking her watch, lost in her racing thoughts as she replied, “Thanks,” hanging up as Frohike muttered something like, “But Scully he’s not…”
Something wasn’t right. She tried Mulder’s cell…his home…and got nothing.
Not right. He said he was going to the Gunmen’s an hour ago.
She sped up and got in the lane that would put her on the freeway. That would put her on the way to Mulder’s apartment.
She would make sure something was really wrong, she told herself, before she freaked out.
Mulder had gone down on Alex in the shower. He loved the way the water sluiced over his body in a sensuous caress as he took Alex into his mouth. He’d not let Alex come, though. He’d looked up at the other man, wet and naked and strong and without the prosthetic and it was so beautiful he’d almost given in, but instead he slurped off and panted, “Not until you fuck me.”
Alex had snarled at him, which made him smile, and they’d left the shower dripping and all over each other.
Mulder stepped on rose petals as Alex backed him against the bathroom door.
“Wish I had two arms,” Alex growled, and Mulder’s breath hitched for a moment. “So I could lift you up, wrap your legs around my waist, and nail you against this door,” Alex finished.
Mulder had to groan at that. Not only was it hotter than hell, but Alex had shown something of himself…talked about the arm, something he didn’t usually do except to ask Mulder to reposition to accommodate it or ask if Mulder wanted it on or off for whatever they were about to do. And he never said the word arm. When he talked about his prosthetic, he called it It. And the stump was left unreferred to all together.
This was, dare he think it, a step. It left Mulder weak with excitement and longing.
“Bed,” he husked as Alex bit at his lips, nipping them swollen and almost breaking the skin. It was Mulder’s own fault for leaving him so painfully aroused. Mulder smiled and pushed Alex gently away.
No sooner was he free than Alex reached around and wrenched the door open and then grabbed him up again, preventing his exit. Growling, Alex wrapped his arm around underneath Mulder’s butt and lifted.
“What the…? Shit, Alex!” Mulder yelled as Alex began carrying him, one-armed, from the bathroom to the bedroom, both of them still soaked.
“Fuck!” Mulder laughed as he was jostled from room to room. Alex’s hard cock was trapped between their bodies, against Mulder’s leg. He held onto Alex and blushed like some virgin bride as he was finally thrown with a loud grunt of effort onto his bed.
He landed in a sea of black roses on the tan duvet that covered his bed. He quickly pushed the box and out-of-control tissue paper off the side. He laid back and Alex crawled up over him, panting.
“You stud,” Mulder smiled.
“Turn over. I want you from behind.”
It was a gruff command and Mulder swallowed, sliding over onto his stomach, the silken petals crushed beneath his erection.
“Up,” Alex breathed, wrapping his arm around Mulder’s middle and hoisting his weight up. “On your hands and knees.”
“Unnnn…” Mulder groaned, and it was loud. Loud and shameless and totally onboard with the whole doggie style thing. He hefted himself up into position and hung his head, waiting. He stayed put and trembled as Alex got the stuff out of the correct drawer, rolling on the condom and greasing up his ready cock.
“I don’t wanna wait,” Alex snarled behind him.
Mulder closed his eyes and shuddered, smiling. “’s’okay, Alex. Don’t. Just give it to me.”
Mulder had found he was a pain slut. He liked the feeling of Alex’s thick length opening him too fast, too soon. He liked being unprepared. He liked that Alex needed him.
“Shit, Mulder,” Alex groaned, prying his cheeks apart with an index finger and thumb on either side. Mulder helped by arching a bit. “Shit,” Alex hissed and Mulder could feel that his hand was shaking.
Then there was the insistent pressure of Alex’s cock. And then the first thrust. And Alex inside him…deeper, deeper, deeper…
“Ahhhhgod…” Mulder cried, unable to keep breathing. He burned! Alex was setting his insides on fire. A slick fire that lapped into his dark recesses and explored everywhere Mulder thought he should want to keep held tight, locked away from anyone.
Except Alex. Alex could go there. Anytime he wanted. Alex was the one he wanted licking into his dark places, fucking him so deep it felt like he was stabbing at his soul.
“Mulder…” Alex whined behind him, staying still deep within his body. “’S too tight. Too tight,” he gasped.
“It’s okay,” Mulder breathed finally. “I’ll be okay.” Though he wasn’t absolutely certain. And he liked that about it.
“Nnnnnoooo,” Alex groaned. “Not it. Feels too good. So good, Mulder. Not…gonna… RRRAAAHHHH!!!!” he yelled. And he began to fuck Mulder hard.
It was five or six thrusts until Mulder comprehended what Alex had said. By then, Alex had grabbed his hair and was doing Mulder fast, his lubed cock plundering Mulder’s ass in a punishing rhythm that had Mulder grunting and gripping the sliding sheets in desperation.
Alex’s hand gripped and then loosened, petting almost, before grabbing and yanking again. Alex was gone. Lost to the fuck…living and breathing now to come in Mulder’s ass.
“Alex…” Mulder groaned. It was all he could say. He was robbed of speech.
Suddenly, Alex dropped down onto him, his chest to Mulder’s back and his right hand close to Mulder’s, sinking into the mattress. Alex’s cheek pressed to his hair and Alex ground mindlessly against him, panting.
Mulder looked down at their hands, close and edging closer. Two black petals jumped along the duvet, falling over the side of the bed together, their red tips touching.
Mulder moved his hand and clasped Alex’s, linking their fingers together and gripping tightly. Alex gripped back.
Alex wailed and bucked, and Mulder watched their hands, clasped too tightly together, hurting, as Alex came.
………
Scully was about to knock when she heard a dull crash from inside Mulder’s apartment. She tried the door and found it unlocked. She felt for the gun at her back but didn’t pull it. She crept along, knowing where all the noisy boards were in Mulder’s place. She almost called out, but something stopped her. Scully didn’t often trust her intuition, but she found that it really didn’t even feel like a choice; she opened her mouth to say Mulder…and nothing came out.
There was a deep groan.
The bedroom.
Mulder was here. And he was hurt. She hurried around the corner and over to the door that was ajar.
What greeted her eyes was…was…
She couldn’t help it; she screamed a little. There lay Mulder, sprawled on his back in bed, naked, and the only thing even part-way covering him was…Alex Krycek.
She fumbled for her gun even as Krycek jumped and rolled away and Mulder jumped as well with a shocked, “Jesus!”, getting to his feet quickly and holding out his hand to her. She leveled her gun at Krycek.
“Don’t move!” she yelled, her voice shaking, her brain screaming that something was even more wrong than she was gathering, but she was able to pay it no mind. And there was Mulder, holding that hand out like she was a psycho killer he was going to try to reason with.
“Mulder! What the hell is going on?” Her eyes darted from Krycek, also naked, the horrible disfigurement of his missing arm an even more glaring thing than his deflating erection, to Mulder who seemed intent on getting her to back off for some reason.
Not some reason.
The reason was becoming shockingly obvious.
This was okay with him. He and Alex Krycek were…
“Scully…” Mulder said, cutting a quick glance at his…companion who only stood silently, stiffly, frowning a little. He looked back at her. “Just put the gun down and we’ll talk, okay?”
She uncocked it and quickly strode out of the room, then, standing in the middle of Mulder’s living room, hand over her mouth and gun dangling at her side. Mulder came out moments later in a pair of sagging sweatpants.
Krycek remained behind in the bedroom.
Krycek…in Mulder’s bedroom. And they’d been…
“Oh my God, Mulder!” Scully hissed, pointing to the bedroom door with her gun.
“Scully, I can…”
“Explain?” she exclaimed. Her gun arm dropped. “That’s Alex Krycek!”
He nodded, looking prepared to take a verbal beating from her. In fact, he looked prepared for worse. “I know,” he said solemnly. “I know who he is.”
“And you…” she began, feeling a little light-headed.
“Scully, you don’t look well. Do you need some water?” Mulder asked, hand extended. She looked at it. It had been around Krycek’s waist as she’d first walked in on them. He’d been holding the other man. Mulder…having an affair with Krycek.
“I’ll be fine as soon as you tell me how… Why on earth…? Mulder, you hate him!”
It’s not what she thought she was going to say. It perplexed her somewhat. She’d been thinking, ‘He’s a wanted felon!’ and ‘Mulder, he’s dangerous!’ But those things seemed far away…not real. What perplexed her the most was knowing how Mulder had felt about Alex Krycek…and then trying to reconcile that with the tableau she’d barged in on.
And she had barged in. Could she just leave and forget what she’d witnessed? Could she pretend it hadn’t happened? She wasn’t supposed to have seen it. Was it really her business even?
“Sit down, Scully.”
“No.” She shook her head. “No, I can’t. I just…” She looked at him with wide eyes. “Mulder.” Something had dawned on her. “Why did you lie to me?”
He frowned at her.
“You said you were going to the Gunmen’s. You were never going to the Gunmen’s. You’d planned this.” She pointed exhaustedly to the bedroom, but it was not said in anger. She felt confused and in a whirlwind of nonlinear thoughts. She felt like she’d stepped into another universe.
He looked chagrined. That wasn’t what she wanted. “Mulder, I…” She reached out to him. “He hasn’t hurt you…has he?”
He stared at her, looking as confused as she felt. Then his face softened into that sad puppy dog look that cut open her heart every time. He shook his head. “No, Scully. He won’t hurt me.”
She nodded, frowning a little. She remembered that it was Alex Krycek who had given Mulder the Wiekamp information. And that had panned out…sort of. Krycek had come to Mulder’s apartment with that tip. It was something that had been a confusion to Scully…why he’d change his tune after all that he’d done.
But he’d never hurt Mulder. Not physically. It had always been Mulder hitting him. And with Wiekamp, it seemed that Krycek had been offering a strange looking olive branch. A tentative working peace so that they all could fight the future together, if from different sides of the fence.
“Are you…” She took a breath, scared to ask. “Doing this for information?” She even knew the answer. She’d seen so much in that tiny moment when they didn’t know she was there. Mulder had been smiling. Krycek’s fingers had been stroking along Mulder’s chest.
Mulder actually cracked a grin. “No, but that’s a really good idea.”
She found herself half-smiling, half-frowning. She put her gun away at her back again. This was so bizarre. She had every reason to go in there and put Alex Krycek under arrest. But she had no personal stake in making sure he was put away. That had always been Mulder’s curse. And she had thought of it that way. Whenever she went to church, she lit a candle for him. She lit a candle for Missy. And she lit a candle for all the lost souls in the world…all the ones floundering in darkness. She’d never thought of Alex Krycek specifically. But now she did.
Her prayers for Mulder had been that he find some happiness…some light in his darkness…guidance on his path and something good along his way. She knew she wasn’t that thing. She hadn’t known then what was or could be.
She was starting to understand, now.
Her look softened. “Mulder… Are you gay?”
He looked taken aback by this. She just continued to look at him. She’d suspected that he had some latent homosexual tendencies, but she didn’t know if he’d known about them himself.
“I… I’m not sure,” he answered.
She looked at his face…the lines that marred his brow in his worry for her. She’d not seen those lines recently. They’d seemed to have receded into the past, erased from the story his face told…the shadow gone from his eyes God, this is why he’d seemed happier lately. Less alone. He’d not been just trying for her sake, or trying at all. He’d really, truly been happy. With Krycek.
“Are you happy?” she whispered, needing to hear it from his lips. Her hand squeezed his arm. She realized she was holding back tears.
He swallowed, looking down into her eyes. And then his frown completely disappeared, and a glowing, sun-bright smile took its place. “I think I am, Scully.”
Her tears fell and she laughed a little at the absurdity, and at the wonder of it. And the relief. God, the relief!
She didn’t have to feel guilty anymore. Thank God.
Mulder took her in his arms and held her. He smelled like a used condom. She smiled even as she breathed through her mouth. He sighed shakily over her head. “Jesus, Scully, I…” Then he whispered, “I think I’m falling in love with him.”
She felt him stiffen, having tried the words out on her and now waiting for the verdict from God through her…his indictment for loving someone so deeply flawed.
She stroked his back and hugged him tight. “I hope so,” she said.
He gasped and pulled back from her after a moment. “You mean that? You’re not shocked?”
“Well, shocked, yes,” she admitted. “It’s not everyday I catch my partner in bed with a man. A wanted man,” she added, shaking her head at the strangeness of it all. He seemed to blush a little. “But…” she went on. “What matters most to me…is that you’re safe…” She looked deeply into his eyes, searching. “I know you like to live your life dangerously, Mulder. I need to know you’re really safe. That nothing’s going to happen to you because of being with him.”
“He’s safe,” came a rough voice from the bedroom doorway.
Mulder turned sharply with a gasp and Scully had to stop herself from reaching, again, for her weapon as Alex Krycek slowly strode out dressed in a black shirt and slacks, still barefoot, though, Scully noticed. She also noticed Mulder look up and down his body once.
“I’ll keep him safe,” Krycek said, looking not at her but at Mulder as he approached, finally taking a place at Mulder’s side. He blinked his intense gaze to her. “I promise, Scully. You can kill me if I don’t.” And at that, he subtly reached out and found Mulder’s hand with his own, entangling their fingers and returning his gaze to Mulder’s stunned face.
Mulder looked down at their hands…blinked…and then looked deeply into Krycek’s eyes.
“You…heard…?” Mulder asked, trembling a little.
She watched their little drama, gut clenched with old fear of the man at Mulder’s side, but trying to see him through Mulder’s eyes as well.
Krycek nodded. Then he whispered something in Russian.
It started with an L.
“Lyubimy…” Alex sighed. It was a shaky sigh, and he blinked madly, squeezing Mulder’s hand.
“What…? What does that mean?” Mulder asked in a small voice.
Alex looked up at him, eyes wet with tears yet again. It was beautiful. “It means my love,” he said, smiling quiveringly at Mulder. Dropping his gaze. Mulder brought his hand up, the one not squeezing the life out of Alex’s, and he stroked along Alex’s jaw with the backs of his fingers.
“You heard,” he said. This time a statement. A sigh of resignation. An exhale that shivered through his body. He loves me. He loves me, too. It pounded in his chest and threatened to spill over his own lashes.
Alex nodded. He looked into Mulder’s eyes again. And smiled.
Mulder leaned down, knowing Scully was waiting for them to get their shit together, but… It couldn’t be helped. He pressed his lips to Alex’s, smothering all the emotions that wanted out of him…pouring them into the other man as he gently opened his lips and dipped his tongue into Alex’s soft mouth. Slowly, carefully, reverently, Mulder kissed him. He squeezed the hand in his and held the sweet kiss for a long moment…a deep, cleansing breath.
Then he pulled back slowly, reluctantly. He whispered at the corner of Alex’s mouth so Scully couldn’t see his lips, “I love you.”
Alex shivered violently. And Mulder leaned back now, smiling. He stared at Alex for another moment that stretched too long but couldn’t possibly be long enough. Then he looked over at Scully.
“Sorry,” he said softly.
She smirked, avoiding Alex’s eyes for the time being. He couldn’t really blame her. “No you’re not,” she said. Then, to his surprise, she did look at Alex. She frowned a little, but then swallowed and sighed, looking back at Mulder and giving him a gentle smile. “All I want is your happiness, Mulder.” She swallowed again, not one to shed too many tears at one sitting. “You look…” She laughed softly, looking down and then back up into his face, tilting her head and speaking earnestly, “You look happy,” she whispered.
He nodded…gave Alex a look…and then nodded again, not willing to trust his voice.
“I’m, uh,” Alex rumbled by his side. “I’m gonna take a shower. If that’s okay.” He looked to Mulder and Mulder grinned, nodding again. Alex leaned in and kissed Mulder’s cheek once, and then he left with a tremulous smile in Scully’s direction first.
When the door closed, Mulder let out his breath through pursed lips. He looked expectantly at Scully.
Her eyes had dropped to his chest. “You, uh…you’ve got…” She pointed at his bare torso.
He looked down to see two black and red rose petals stuck to his body. He brushed them off quickly, embarrassed. But when he found her eyes again, they were gentle and smiling.
“Black roses?” she smirked.
He laughed shortly. “Yeah, well…” Then he frowned. “What are you doing here anyway?” he asked, not angry, just curious.
She laughed. “I was kidnapping you.”
“Kidnapping me?” Mulder parroted as the water came on in the bathroom.
“From your sucky Valentine’s,” she elaborated with an ironic, tight-lipped smile.
Mulder returned it with a genuine one of his own. “Seriously?” She dropped her gaze. He punched her arm lightly. “How sweet. You mean you turned down a hot night with cologne man?”
Scully bit her lip. “Actually… There’s something I need to tell you, Mulder.” He looked at her, expectant, and she continued. “I’m seeing someone. I have been seeing someone.”
He blinked his eyes wider, grabbing her arm and leading her over to the couch, sitting her down. “I can’t stay, actually,” she said.
“At least tell me his name!” Mulder groused.
“Uh…Chris,” Scully replied. “And she’s not a he.”
Oh.
OH!
Mulder reared back a little. Scully? A…?
“You’re not the only one who’s ‘not sure,’” she told him, blushing.
“Scully,” Mulder breathed, his voice a little high. “How long?”
“We’ve been dating for about a month and a half,” she said. “We met at a New Year’s Eve party.”
Mulder barked a laugh. “No shit!”
Scully nodded.
Mulder leaned in a little and dropped his voice. “She hot?”
Scully laughed now, throwing her head back. It warmed Mulder’s heart to hear it. “Yes, Mulder. She’s very attractive.”
“Wow,” Mulder said, stunned. “Wow.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” Scully said, placing an apologetic hand on his knee.
He smiled at her warmly, a little crookedly. “Hey, it’s okay.” He shrugged. “It’s all the rage with best friends right now.”
She smiled at him brightly. She patted is hand affectionately. Then she sighed. “I really can’t stay,” she said. “She’s…cooking me dinner,” she elaborated shyly.
“I’m really happy for you,” Mulder told her, feeling its truth. And also thinking of Alex under the water and feeling extremely grateful that Scully had somewhere she needed to be tonight. He flushed and looked down.
She stood and he followed her to the door. She gave the bathroom a glance. Slightly skeptical, but mostly resigned. Accepting, rather.
They said their good-byes and Mulder closed and locked his door. He turned and leaned against it, breathing deeply, closing his eyes.
He was in love with Alex. Alex loved him. Scully loved a woman. It was crazy. Maybe just…Valentine’s fever, he speculated. Then he thought of how it had felt those short weeks ago when he’d seen Alex in the liquor store. How good it felt, and how he couldn’t let himself understand that feeling then. He remembered the note Alex had left him, the feeling of elation at getting it, holding it, wondering about it.
And then New Year’s Eve… God…
Mulder thought back on his partnership with Alex, too, then.
No. Falling for him had begun long ago. He was just now seeing it. Maybe it was the same for Alex.
The water turned off and Mulder took a deep breath. He thought about going in and lying on the bed in a seductive pose. But the energies felt all wrong for that. He could no longer blame this thing on hormones or pretend it was less than it was. And just because Alex had made the confession, too… Well, it didn’t change the fact that, as Alex opened the bathroom door and emerged, Mulder was practically trembling with fear.
He walked up to Alex, who was drying his hair, dressed only in his slacks now. It was a smart and thoroughly thought-out move…be half-dressed just in case. And it made Mulder smile, the tension draining out of his body somewhat.
He knew they should talk…hash out all their shit…how it happened, what to do, sort through all the bullshit to the truth. Mulder fully intended to begin that discussion. But what he said was, “Come to bed with me?”
Alex gasped. Then he dropped the towel. He took Mulder with a hand behind his head and kissed him, deep and passionate. He murmured into the kiss, “Scully?”
Mulder moaned, “Mmmsgone.” Then he broke the kiss. “She’s doing a woman!”
Alex blinked. “No shit.”
Mulder smiled. “Yeah.” Then he took Alex’s hand and led him to the bedroom. He turned to the other man. It was getting dark but the full moon was rising. Mulder stroked Alex’s chest, just gazing into his eyes, wondering at how different this felt, even though it was the same. They’d always been making love. They’d just been stupid about it. Well, Mulder had.
“How long?” Mulder asked gently. He caressed Alex’s belly as the other man liked to do to him.
Alex swallowed. “I don’t know,” he said in his voice of gravel. He swallowed again, then whispered, “A long time.”
Mulder gasped a little, but then he nodded. He unbuttoned Alex’s slacks, pulled the zipper down over his growing erection carefully. Without another word, he pulled the pants down, revealing the proud cock, then the strong thighs. He knelt and helped Alex step out of the slacks, then stood again and took a deep breath.
“I want to make love to you, Alex,” he whispered. “May I…please…?”
“Jesus, Mulder,” Alex growled, and before Mulder knew it he was pulled into another kiss, this one hungry and desperate, a fierce statement in the affirmative.
Mulder stripped off his sweats, his mouth unwilling to part from Alex’s, just kicking them off as they stumbled back to the bed and fell on it, Alex letting Mulder roll over on top of him. It wasn’t leisurely foreplay, but it was tender and sweet with Mulder stroking Alex’s cock eagerly, pulling on it until it filled out completely in his hand. They were both breathing hard in the silent room.
Mulder kissed Alex over and over, deep and hot. He found the lube blindly in the sheets and fished out another condom from the already open drawer. He knelt up between Alex’s legs and sheathed his aching cock. Then he spread Alex with lubricated fingers, plunging them into his asshole deeply and withdrawing them almost all the way, keeping a steady rhythm that soon had Alex writhing and sobbing amidst the rose petals.
“Malysh…” Alex cried. “Fox…God, put your dick in me.” It was a soft entreaty that made a lump form in Mulder’s throat even as his dick answered it with a swell of need.
Mulder arranged Alex’s legs over his shoulders like Alex had taught him to do, and he positioned his cock at the younger man’s entrance. He nudged it a few times, closing his eyes on the wonderful sensation, just kissing Alex’s ass with his slick cock.
“God, NEED YOU!” Alex ground out, and Mulder groaned in surrender as he pushed inside until he couldn’t go any further.
He opened his eyes then and looked down at Alex beneath him. He didn’t realize he was crying until a tear slid off his chin and landed on Alex’s chest. Alex reached up and wiped it away, lingering to stroke over Mulder’s damp cheek.
“Lyub…imy…” Mulder tried, his tongue tripping over itself in his mouth.
Alex whimpered slightly. And he pulled Mulder down onto him, his legs coming off his shoulders but his knees staying high to keep Mulder impaled deep. Alex kissed him, moaning, and Mulder moaned back, pulling out a little and then pushing back inside, starting up a slow rhythm, neither one of them wanting to break the kiss but having to when they ran out of breath. But Mulder stayed close, their lips touching, tongues finding one another on every third stroke or so of Mulder’s cock inside Alex’s ass.
It was beautiful. Silent except for the sheets caressing each other, their hitching breathes, a whisper of need, a soft grunt. Mulder reached between their bodies when he felt himself getting close. He pulled on Alex’s cock as he thrust slowly and deeply, a little hard, but not in a hurry. He brought them both to the edge without haste, urging Alex over with a few sharp tugs on the swelling cock in his fist.
“That’s it, baby,” he breathed. “Ohgodyes, Alex,” he coaxed as his lover gasped and held his breath and then cried out, eyes closed and dick spilling hot cum over Mulder’s milking hand.
“Godyes…” he panted, closing his own eyes and rocking his dick into Alex’s clenching passage a little faster, feeling the urgent call of orgasm. “Ohgod…” he moaned. Then he stopped breathing. “GggggggAHHHH!!!” he groaned, throwing his head back and bucking against Alex’s body as Alex pet him and whispered in Russian and rocked his hips in concert.
He squeezed his ass tight and held himself deep in Alex, inhaling sharply. He felt the last of his cum shoot out of him and he collapsed on Alex’s drenched body, mingling their sweat and letting his entire body go lax.
They lay like that until Mulder’s cock began to go soft. Then he held himself around the base and withdrew, stripping off the rubber and tying it. He tossed it into the basket beside the night stand and then flopped down next to Alex on his back with a long, sated groan.
“Jesus,” he sighed. Then he looked over at Alex who was panting still, staring at the ceiling. Mulder swallowed. “Happy Valentine’s Day…Valentine.”
Alex closed his eyes and smiled. He turned his head and opened his eyes. He swallowed and nodded.
Mulder reached out and touched his cheek, said impulsively, “Stay.”
Alex blinked. They’d never done this. It had always ended with the sex. Maybe a post-fuck shower with some groping. But never this. Never sleep. Never something other than the hunger between them.
“Yes.”
It was a whisper. Mulder lifted his head. “Did you say…?”
“Okay,” Alex replied, nodding. His eyes were wide with fear.
Mulder smiled. “What’s wrong?”
“I…” Alex began. “I’m hungry.” Mulder could tell it wasn’t what he was going to say, but Mulder’s stomach growled, and he smiled bigger, sitting up.
“Wanna order a pizza?” Mulder asked.
Alex looked up at him from his reclined position. Mulder thought it made him look ten years younger. “I’d like that,” Alex said.
Mulder smiled. He couldn’t seem to stop.
“Me, too,” he replied. He looked at his mussed bed, all the rose petals scattered across it still. “Should have been red,” he lamented quietly.
Alex’s hand touched his…a small, tentative caress. “I love them…these…the black ones,” he said. Their fingers slowly, shyly, linked yet again.
Mulder thought he could become addicted to how it felt. To Alex, lying in his bed…a bed of black roses…
“Stay here,” he said. “I’ll be back.”
Alex looked deeply into his eyes. “I’ll stay,” he said.
And Mulder believed he would.
End
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