Stoli 2: Suh-weet
Author: Satina
Website: http://themkshrine.angelfire.com
Date: 4/05/02
Rating: NC-17
Keywords: M/K
Disclaimer: Hey, the rule around here is, if you put it down and someone else picks it up, it's theirs.
Summary: Mulder gets his truth.
Archive: Yes in advance to any list it's posted on, others just ask.
Spoilers: Mmmffff! Uh, no. It would have to have a plot for that.
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How the hell did we get here? In my bedroom, in the dark, breathing with each other and wondering how to do this. I hear him swallow. It sounds painful. I don't want him to hurt anymore.
I have to let go of his hand to bring my palm up to his face, and the brief moment I'm out of contact feels cold. As my skin touches his, I'm warmed again. He sighs against me and his breath shudders with the remnants of his tears.
He's taken such a big, huge risk coming here and telling me all this. And...kissing me. God, he kissed me. Just thinking about it makes my eyes burn again, and I haven't cried in years. And I'm touching him. Like I've never been able to. Like I have only in my fantasies. I'd say my dreams, but all I ever remember are the nightmares, and I don't get to touch him in those.
It hurts to touch him. Oh, but in a very, very good way. In a way that feels like my whole body is going to fly apart with the power of it.
And now we're going to make love? I hope I survive it.
"Mulder..."
"Shhh...no more words, Alex. Just...touch me. Please."
The words are murmured against my palm and my body shudders on impact. I slide my hand around the back of his head, sinking my fingers into his warm, soft hair, and pull his face in toward mine.
Our mouths come together with a quiet grunt, and we're consuming each other again. The invisible wall separating us from one another is gone, our bodies saying all the things our minds can't quite grasp just yet. I moan into his mouth desperately, pulling him close with my hand in his hair, lifting my false arm and wrapping it around him, cursing the lack of touch, but grateful that it brings his body in closer. He whimpers and seals himself to me from mouth to thighs, and I let out a sudden, sharp groan as his cock collides with mine.
His arms come up around me now, and they're pulling and grabbing and kneading like he can't get enough of me, and my whole body just wants to lay itself at his mercy. God, I'm so yours, Mulder. This body has never existed for such a noble reason.
I'm pulling on him now, leading him backward, our lips still mashed up against one another, tongues still fighting for dominance. I feel the bed against the backs of my knees and freefall onto it, pulling him down on top of me. We both grunt as the air is forced from our lungs and then he's...oh God, he's moving on top of me, thrusting so desperately that if he doesn't stop I'm going to come.
"N-no..."
"Yes, Alex, please..." And he starts scratching at my shirt, unbuttoning some of the buttons, removing some of them completely. Oh God he won't stop the writhing, pressing, grinding and I'm so fucking close...
"Muh...gon...come..."
I'm stunned I can get that much out, and he stops, pressed hard against me, and I thank *God* he heard me. "Don't...don't move..." I gasp, and he doesn't, just straddling me with the two halves of my shirt in his hands, panting and staring down into my eyes. Don't look at me like that, Mulder. It's as powerful as a stroke down my cock. I close my eyes to shut it out and grit my teeth, forcing the orgasm to subside through sheer will. I bite the inside of my bottom lip to give me something else to focus on and finally feel I can rejoin the world again.
I open my eyes and reach up with my hand, shakily pushing his black turtleneck up his long, lean body, unveiling more skin, which quickly takes away more of my new control. His eyes flutter closed, and he arches with a moan, and I lose even more. Jesus Christ, I need this man to be *IN* me now.
"Mulder, please..." I struggle to rip the shirt off over his head and he takes his hands from my chest and helps, and finally it's slung across the room. He sinks down on me and captures my mouth again, and my shirt is open now so it's *flesh* I feel, and it's so hot and it's so good that it's not good, and I growl and work my hand between our bodies, tugging roughly at the button on his jeans, trying to get through to him.
He gets it, and suddenly he's off me and tearing his clothes off, raking his jeans down his thighs and kicking them away along with his underwear, toeing off his shoes and socks so fast it's got to be hurting his feet, and I'm stunned, lying on my back on the bed with my legs over the edge, watching Mulder very quickly become very naked.
I've seen this look in his eyes before...it seems both familiar and unfamiliar. It's the intensity I've seen at each of our meetings, and for a moment my fear blooms along with my arousal, just like always, and I even jerk back a little as his hands grab for me, wrestling my jeans and underwear down my thighs. He yanks at the buckles on my boots so hard it brings a smile to my lips. This is Mulder on the rampage, and I'm his prey. God, it's good.
Suddenly a cool draft blows over me and I realize I'm naked except for my open shirt, which covers both arms. Will he leave it on, thus avoiding the sight of the mechanical arm that can't feel him? I don't care. I really, really don't. I just want him to want me, and anything I have to do to make that happen is okay by me.
He's standing over me, panting and sweating and very erect. He licks his lips, and my cock jumps. His eyes flick down to it and darken, then come back up to mine.
"Jesus, God, Alex..."
I can only nod, feeling something very similar. Then I see his eyes fall to my chest and trace the crisscross straps to where they disappear under the cotton shirt. My heart stops in my throat, and I try to say something, I don't know what, but nothing comes out anyway, and I lie there, frozen.
"It doesn't matter," he breathes, leaning forward to slide his fingers over the straps softly. "Wait, it does matter, but not that way. I just want you, Alex. I want all of you. Now."
I close my eyes, thinking he couldn't have said a more right thing if I'd scripted it for him. I roll to one side and then the other, and he pulls the shirt down off my arms. I watch his eyes carefully for that sad pity I see so often, but all I can really make out is a curiosity, and I smile again because that's so Mulder. No doubt he'll want to know about the structure and function later. He starts to work at the straps, but I put my hand on his and stop him.
"No, I...I need it..." I want to be able to support myself so that my other hand can be totally free to touch him. He nods briefly as if he could really care less and then falls on me again.
This time our bodies, our cocks, are naked and hot, and I groan, the pleasure almost a pain as he presses against me and seals his mouth to mine. He kisses like he wants to swallow me whole, sucking and licking and making these hungry little grunting noises, each one sending a jolt through my groin.
I lift myself on my elbows, real and fake, and begin trying to scoot myself back onto the bed, and he starts helping me, pushing me back with his body. But each push is a thrust, and I'm groaning hard, losing my ability to control my own muscles' functions. I wrench my mouth away from his and work myself onto the bed, and he climbs on top of me immediately, not letting me escape him for even a moment. Before I can protest, his mouth is on mine again, sucking any resistance right out with my breath.
I spread my legs wide and his body slides down between them, and I feel one arm lifting one of my legs, the other frantically working its way between our bodies. It bypasses my cock impatiently, finding my asshole and pushing against it, grunting with each attempt to enter. I want him in there as badly as he seems to want to get in, and we're both impatient with the prep work. I'm reaching to the side, to the table by the bed where I know there is some lube, but I can't reach it, and his finger is in me now, fucking me frantically and taking away my ability to think. Just when I decide I don't care if I reach the damned table or not, he rises up off me suddenly and lunges to the side, yanking the drawer open, nearly pulling it completely out of the table, and he scoops up the bottle and uses his teeth to pry open the lid.
I watch him, wide-eyed and I'll admit, just a little worried at the way he seems to be completely out of control. He gets the spout open with his teeth and squirts too much into his hand, rubbing it with the other one, flinging the bottle to the side and falling on me again. His wet, slippery hand reaches between my ass cheeks, spreading the glide everywhere as his fingers seek out my opening again.
I cry out with pleasure and just a little pain as he rams fingers inside me, two, maybe three, I can't tell, and he slows a little, obviously somewhat contrite, at the same time slicking up his hard, twitching cock with his other hand, a sight I have to close my eyes against so I don't come as his fingers work in and out of me.
I'm about to tell him to quit playing around and just fucking do it, when he pulls his fingers out and grabs himself around the base of his dick. I hold my breath, my whole body shaking, knowing this is it, Fox Mulder's finally going to fuck me.
He lifts my leg again, smearing lube all over my thigh with his slippery hand, and I raise my other leg so that he won't have to let go of his cock. I don't want anything to keep him from hitting his mark on the first try.
He leans down over me and I grab my leg with my arm, realizing he's holding the leg I can't, wondering if it's on purpose. He stares into my eyes, and I feel the hot, blunt end of his cock press against my hole and I can't think anymore. I make an embarassingly needy sound entreating him to enter me, and with long, low grunt...he does.
OHHHHHhhhh GoOOoooodd yes. The generous lubricating he's done has allowed him to slide all the way in to the root and he's *in* me, he's actually *in* me and it feels so good I don't have words. We're both shaking as he gives me a minute to adjust, then he steadies himself with his arms on either side of my body and begins to fuck.
"Nnngod Alex..."
I feel his moan work all the way through my body, starting at my ass. He quickly gets into a punishing rhythm, slamming into me, shaking my small bed and driving it against the wall. All I can do is hold myself open for him and exist under him, feeling him pound me into the mattress, practically swooning with the perfect ecstasy of his complete possession.
I hope he can feel how much I'm his. How much this body exists *only* for his pleasure. How in this moment, nothing else matters, not the resistance, not the old hurts, not the past, nothing. All I care about is the hot, full, in and out of him as he takes me.
"Yes, God, Mulder! Take it! Take it! Take it!"
I realize I'm speaking aloud, and I'm going to shut up when I feel the effect it has on him as he clenches his teeth, his face red and sweaty, and doubles his efforts, driving the breath from me with every thrust, growling each time our bodies slam together.
I'm gonna come so hard. I hope the top of my head doesn't blow off.
I don't even know his hand is moving until I feel it wrap firmly around my cock, and he jerks hard twice and I'm *there*, throwing my head back into the pillow, crying and sobbing, wanting to say his name but unable to form the words with the limited resources he's left me to breathe with. As my body shakes its way through my orgasm, I'm more aware of just how hard he's driving into me, and with the ultrasensitivity that comes after climax, it's starting to hurt. But I give him the acceptance of the pain like I gave him the acceptance of the pleasure, watching his ethereally gorgeous face as he finally loses control.
He doesn't make a sound, just opening his mouth in a soundless scream, his whole body rigidly jerking and shuddering as he empties himself into me. Then he gasps and falls forward, catching himself just enough with his arms not to knock the breath out of my lungs as he collapses in a hot, sweaty heap on top of me. I quickly move my legs apart to let him fall between them, then work them down around his thighs with him still sunk deep inside me. I put my arm around his trembling body and feel our hearts pounding against one another as our bodies slide together, exhausted.
He's heavy, but I adjust my own breaths so that my chest rises as he exhales, and it's really not bad at all. I stroke my hand up and twine my fingers in his sweaty hair, feeling him breathe against my neck where his face is pressed against it.
"Mm." I feel him grunt against me and shift slightly, and I loosen my arms a little to allow him to get more comfortable. With a quiet groan, he slides out of me, and I gasp at the loss of his presence and the slight discomfort of his passage. He slides to the side, and I move my prosthetic arm out of the way so he can lie there. He places a clumsy kiss on my chin as his face passes, and I smile as he nuzzles back in on my other side, one hand snaking in under my neck, the other resting lightly on my thigh, keeping my dick from getting completely out of the game.
I close my eyes and inhale, smelling Mulder's hair and sweat and cum mingled with mine, and no scent has ever brought me so much satisfaction. We lay there entwined, our breathing gradually steadying, the sweat and cum cooling on our bodies. The silence starts to feel uncomfortable, and I wonder if we should talk or just try to go to sleep and deal with it all in the morning.
"Alex?"
I should have known Mulder would be one for talking.
"Hmm?"
"Is it okay if I stay here tonight?"
Sometimes the brilliant Fox Mulder can be such a dunce.
"Jesus, Mulder. It pisses me off that you'd even ask."
He nuzzles in against me again with a sigh, and my anger drains away quickly. I'm just feeling the world drift away when I hear him speak again.
"Alex?"
"Yes?"
"I need to...um...where's your bathroom?"
I chuckle and it shakes his body, half-draped over mine. "In the living room, right off the kitchen. It's the only other door besides the front one. The way you're dressed, you don't want to get 'em mixed up."
He laughs against my neck, sending shivers down my body, then peels himself slowly away, groaning. He crawls across me and off the bed and slowly plods naked to my bedroom door and through it. I lie there, eyes drifting open and closed, waiting until he returns so I can clean up and finally go to sleep. I hear his voice again.
"Alex?"
I smile. He's never called me by my first name, and now it seems he just can't stop. I'm not complaining.
"Yeah?"
"I need to use your phone."
"By the couch."
"Thanks."
I smile again. I can't help it. Mulder just thanked me for letting him use my phone. Do not, under any circumstances, wake me from this dream if you value your existence.
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Mulder stands naked next to the small end table, phone pressed to his ear. As he checks his messages, he goes still. His lips part, his eyes stare into the dark, and his heart pounds. Then he blinks, closes his mouth, swallows, puts down the phone, and reaches for his jacket.
"Hey Alex, want some chocolate?"
END