r5-Nicole-p2
Fox followed the voice down and through the darkness and the flickering of dozens of candles added a sense of unreality to the situation…what were candles doing lit down in a small room in a dank, abandoned basement? He entered and the smell of beeswax filled his nostril with warm, mellow sweetness. He took in the scene. There was a small pallet covered with sumptuous, velvet cushions of crimson and deep purple. Fabrics of the same vibrant colors were layered over gold, satin sheets. He felt a slow throb begin in his groin as he pictured himself on that decadent bed, sprawled open and oiled. He wandered to it as if in a dream, the flickering light casting seductive shadows on his features. He wanted nothing more than to rid himself of his clothes. He stripped off his shirt with a small sigh. He gasped in pleasure as strong fingers toyed with his nipples and a hot mouth sucked and nibbled on his neck. Mulder arched back into his mysterious lover and pushed his nipples harder into the hard pinches.
"You are so hot, Fox…so ready for me."
The voice was so familiar and Fox leaned into it and ached for more when he was released. He turned, looking for his lover in the small room. His eyes locked on a portrait hanging low a green silk-covered wall. Candles were arranged close to the oil canvas. Fox shook his head in denial as he saw the small smile on the model's face, the eyes that seemed to stare straight into his soul. He saw not the incredible beauty of the youth painted there, caught on canvas so long ago. He saw not the rich brocade that covered broad yet somehow frail shoulders. He saw not the sweep of lash or the expensive watch clutched in one long fingered hand. He saw neither the full red lips nor the mole painted so enticingly, which set beside those lips, promised sensuality. He backed away and felt the arms wrap around him once more. He saw himself…he saw Fox Mulder staring back at him from the painting. He stared at himself trapped on the canvas and he felt panic bubble up and begin to overtake him.
"No, this isn't possible." Fox jerked away from the warm arms about him. "No…I…this is some sort of joke…" But he knew it wasn't…knew it was real, as real as the arms that grabbed him tighter.
"It is real, beloved. You have come home to me…after all this time."
Mulder tried to pull away, his eyes locked to the hazel suggestion in the old painting. He was pulled down onto the pallet and he could almost see the campfire lights coming through the prettily painted wagon. The pallet was the same, soft, silken and so comfortable. He whimpered, as his pants were tugged off. He saw the form of his lover take place. "Alex. Oh, Alex…please…please, Alex."
The harsh tugging on his clothes ceased and gentle kisses covered his face with warm adoration. "I love you, Fox. I will never hurt you…I will protect you forever…once you are with me we shall love for an eternity."
Fox found that Alex was solid now. He looked into the vibrant eyes of the man he hated and loved; the body was muscular and so sinfully perfect. The missing hand on the left side threw him. His Alex had less flesh left of his left arm…this Alex was missing the hand only. He stared up at Alex. "You aren't my Alex are you? You're someone else."
Alexander tilted his head, confused. "I am your, Alexander, and you are my sweet Fox."
The trill of a phone startled them both and Alex sat back, his body as real as any other Fox had seen. Fox took the opportunity to reach for his phone. He got out only one syllable of his name before Alex took it from him and looked for the button that would shut it off. "Think of me only…think of the sound of the river and the music of my people."
"Please, Alex…please…I can't be here."
"You aren't in danger…I only want to make you feel good."
"You aren't Alex…you aren't..."
"I am your love." Alex found the button and silenced the frantic voice on the other end.
"I…"
The sound of reins and bells tied to manes as black horses shook their heads made Fox turn to look at them. They were beautiful animals and they stomped their hooves impatiently on the snow-covered drive. He stood outside of the house as an elegant woman walked at his arm. He stared at her only for a moment wondering who she was, until he understood.
She allowed him to hand her up to the waiting sleigh and the bells jangled again as the matched pair stomped and shook with spirited impatience. "Fox, you will join us won't you?" Her voice was cultured and cold.
"Yes, mother. I will come tomorrow. Tell the Ashtons that I look forward to the festivities."
She nodded briskly and gestured for the coachman to set the team in motion.
Fox stood back and surveyed the scene…was this reality or was he dreaming somewhere? A young boy ran up to him and asked him if he would require his horse saddled and he knew suddenly that he was to meet Alexander. He flushed with the expectant heat, the anticipation of incredible pleasure. He nodded and the boy ran away toward the stables.
He stood in silence stuck somewhere between belief and terror and yet beyond all that was a child-like anticipation to see his lover. It was as if now…*then* whenever, this was when he was happiest…when it all could have been perfect. When his horse was brought to him he hurriedly mounted and expertly controlled the expensive animal, urging it into a cantor with a strong squeeze of his thighs.
He urged the steed to the small camp and though he knew he should greet all the people who waved at him he slid off his horse and ran into Alex's arms. He only knew that if he could but get Alex to leave with him now then everything...all the years of suffering could be avoided. He stopped just short of kissing his smiling, surprised lover. He thought of Walter and how he was worth all the pain…all the strife…and even worth Samantha. He stared at the green eyes that were so gentle and so full of love. He knew now…Alexander was so full of integrity…so loyal. He kissed those pink lips and the people near them jeered in fun. Alex pulled him toward the river and Fox went with him eagerly. The cold of the snow so insignificant with the fires of love heating him. He ceased to think of himself as anyone other than this beautiful man's lover.
The two men hurried to the still waters, the frozen surface hiding the quietly moving depths below. Alex shoved Fox into a snow bank and grinned as his spoiled lover shivered slightly.
He rolled so his body lay in the snow and his beloved straddled him. He spread his muscular legs and grinned. "Ride me as well as you do your father's horseflesh."
Fox grinned and untied the lacings of Alex's breeches. He stripped out of his tight pants and lubed one finger before applying it to his anus, stretching and lubing himself. Alexander usually did all this for him, but he was watching Fox with lust and eager smiles. Fox made a show of it and he watched the jade eyes darken to the green of pines in shadow and he smiled in anticipation. That look was a harbinger of intense sex.
Fox slid down on Alexander's cock and he looked into the gentle eyes. "I love you."
Alexander loved the feel of his lover sliding down onto his cock, but more than that, he loved just being near the sweet and brilliantly inventive man. He loved everything about him. He was perfect and he would love him forever. He lost himself in the taste of those plump lips and the lovers joined.
The shrill sound of the phone broke Mulder's dazed acceptance and he shook his head to find his legs pushed up to his chest and a hot tongue and ravenous mouth pleasuring his anus with slick intensity. A growl of rage came from Alexander and the phone was shattered. Mulder blinked in surprise and tried to bring his legs down. One look at into the pretty face and he felt the strange shrinking sensation come over him…he was confused as to where he was…he blinked in the flickering candlelight and had no clue how beautiful he looked spread open on velvet and satin. He stared down at Alexander's large, weeping cock and he licked his lips wantonly.
"You want this, beloved?" Alexander's voice was husky now. "You want to taste it like you used to crave?"
Fox nodded eagerly. How sexy it looked, throbbing and silken and wet and huge. His mouth opened eagerly as Alexander moved up to offer his large cock to the tongue moistened lips. "Take it as deep as you can, beloved."
The shiny, tasty tip played for a moment around Fox's plump lips, green eyes narrowed in lust as those lips were smeared with pre-cum and parted for more.
Fox sucked and licked eagerly and he groaned as his lover began to pump in and out, deeper with every thrusts. Fox felt a moment's panic as the huge organ pushed into his throat and began to move quicker in and out. Knees were pressed into his arms and his mouth was penetrated forcefully. His own cock swelled and beat in time with the hard cock inside his throat. He gasped for air eagerly as Alexander pulled his cock all the way out and rubbed it in hot circles over Fox's gasping lips and over his mole and chin.
"You are so beautiful, Beloved. Do you want me to come in your mouth or your ass?"
The wet cock was all over Fox's face and Fox was dazed, but he knew what he wanted. "Come in my mouth, Alexander." He knew now that this wasn't Krycek, but he knew too that this man…this ghost was his and his alone.
Alexander slid his cock back in and gave Fox what he needed, domination and intense pleasure. The harder the better. He slammed in and out of the pretty face, watching the plump lips slide along his shaft with intoxicating wetness and he came quickly. Without being touched Fox came as soon as the seed filled his mouth, his body thrashing and his arms struggling for freedom.
Fox could still taste the bitter taste of his lover, but Alexander had left while Fox slept. Fox. He was thinking of himself, as Fox…because Mulder seemed wrong somehow…not his name. He sat up and looked around the room.
"Alexander?" He pulled a velvet cloth to him and felt the chill of the room increase.
"Slut."
Fox turned quickly toward the accusing voice and saw the elder Spender, CSM. He gasped, as his old nemesis seemed to be oddly translucent. He realized that he was seeing the same ghost Scully had seen one moment before the wraith descended upon him and a might hand struck Fox with such force that he was knocked out of the bed.
"Whore! Sleeping with him, fucking him in your own home!"
Another blow hit Fox and he felt a fog lifting from his brain. He wasn't Fox he was Mulder…and what in the hell was he doing naked in a shrine-like room being attacked by a ghost that had to look like his enemy? He couldn't think of that now. The ghost had a short crop in his hand…one that worked well on recalcitrant horses and boys alike.
"You are a Spender…not some common trollop to spread your ass for a gypsy." He swung the crop directly at Fox's face."
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