R7-Jo-p1
Cape Fear Diner
Tuesday, August 10th
7:00 pmScully watched her partner push the mash potatoes around on his plate. He had been withdrawn all afternoon; she finally had to drag him down to the diner. "Mulder, eat."
Mulder looked up at the sound of her voice. "Hm? Oh, I'm not hungry, Scully."
"Mulder, you haven't had anything since lunch and that you throw-up. Eat," she said sternly.
Mulder sighed, "Yes, Ma'am." He didn't want Scully worrying about him anymore than she usually did, so he forced down a forkful of potatoes, nearly gagging in the process.
"Mind if I join you?" Agent Stark asked, sliding into the booth next to Mulder before either agent could protest, forcing Mulder to scoot over in the small seat as the larger man's body sandwiched him against the wall and pressed hotly against his side. Stark smiled. He had never gotten this close to the lovely Fox before. The beauty smelled so good, better than the food in this dump.
"Agent Stark, how was your fishing today?" Mulder inquired, taking the opportunity to put his fork down and push his plate away.
"My pole and I didn't catch a thing all day. Maybe we'll have better luck later tonight," he said amicably, his eyes trailing lustfully over Mulder's body while he stroked himself through the thick fabric of his jeans underneath the table. Being this close to Mulder was making him hot and horny.
Mulder nodded, looking past Stark, he noticed for the first time that everyone in the crowded diner kept glancing over at their table. "You must really enjoy fishing to be going back to the river at night," Mulder said absently, then leaned over the table and whispered to Scully. "Hey, don't look now, but all the men here seem to be checking you out."
Stark overheard Mulder and glanced slowly around the diner before returning his attention back to Mulder and their fishing discussion. "Fishing can be unbelievably satisfying. There's nothing more thrilling than landing a real fighter on the end of my pole, one that wiggles and puts up a struggle before surrendering to my superior strength and prowess." His hand squeezed his cock harder as an image of Mulder impaled and wiggling on his pole excited him further.
Scully hadn't missed Stark's thinly veiled innuendo toward her partner or that his hand was doing something under the table. She purposely knocked her spoon onto the floor and bent to retrieve it, looking under the table at the same time. She scowled in disgust as she watched the stocky agent fondle himself. When Scully sat back upright she looked around the diner, Mulder was right they seemed to be the center of attention. It was probably courtesy of Stark playing with himself in public.
"Agent Stark, may I have a word with you in private?" Scully asked, giving him one of her iciest stares, the one usually reserved for murders and the dregs of society.
"Now?" Stark asked incredulously. He was getting off on the feel of Mulder's firm, hot body pressed against his.
"Now!" Scully hissed.
Mulder cringed at Scully's tone; he'd dismissed her earlier claim that Stark was interested in him sexually. He hadn't missed the way Stark's eyes had checked out the pretty women in the diner. Mulder also knew there was no way to dissuade Scully from having a talk with Stark. His partner could be so stubborn at times. When would she ever learn that he was usually always right about people? Well, if Scully wanted to embarrass herself, who was he to stand in her way?
"Ah, Scully, if you want to be alone you can talk here, I need to get back to my notes," Mulder said, motioning that Stark should let him out, he tossed twelve dollars on the table to cover his untouched meal then slid out. Once Mulder was standing he bent down and whispered into Scully's ear. "Scully, I really think you're going to make a fool of yourself. Stark is so straight. Trust me on this."
"Mulder, go."
Mulder shrugged his shoulders and headed for the door, but before he could reach his destination he was intercepted by one of the waitresses carrying a large paper sack.
"Honey, we couldn't help but notice that you didn't finish your meal. Marty packed you up a snack for later tonight if you get hungry." The tall, bleached-blond waitress handed him the sack and gave him a peck on the cheek.
"Ah, you didn't have to go to the trouble, Maria." Mulder blushed as he felt every eye in the diner focused on him.
"Nonsense, you're a guest in our town, Sweetie, and it looks like you could use to gain a few pounds," Maria said as her eyes drank in Mulder's body lustfully.
"MARIA, PICK UP!" Marty shouted from the kitchen, ringing the bell with his spatula. What was that girl thinking? If Alexander saw her hitting on his man, he'd kill her on the spot. Marty shook his head and went back to cooking.
Mulder turned and rushed out the door clutching the paper sack as Maria sashayed back toward the kitchen.
Scully and Stark had both been watching the scene with interest. After Mulder departed they turned back to face each other.
"Okay, Scully, I'm all ears," Stark said, leaning back in the booth with his arms spread out over the back and a foot propped up on Scully's seat.
Scully glared down at his dirty boot that was blocking her in the booth. Then she looked into Stark's eyes and said calmly, "Agent Stark, I'll get right to the point. Mulder isn't gay and he's definitely not the slightest bit interested in men. You are wasting your time pursuing him. So I'd suggest that you leave him alone."
Stark laughed. "You have some balls, Scully. You're not doing Mulder any favors by sticking your nose in where it doesn't belong. It's obvious the man is lonely and in need of companionship. The type he's not going to get from any woman."
He leaned forward as if to tell her a secret. "I'm not the only one interested in Mulder there is a bunch of agents at the Bureau who have a pool going to see who can get inside of Mulder's pants first?" Stark laughed even harder at the venomous look on Scully's face -- it was priceless. He''d give her credit; she sure was protective of Mulder. "I'll tell you one more thing, Scully, I intend to win that pool. Then I'm going to use the money to take the lovely Fox to the Bahamas where we can spend the days sunbathing *nude* and *fucking* like bunnies on the hot white sands."
"Leave Mulder alone, Stark!" Scully growled. "If you continue to harass him I will file a complaint with A.D. Skinner!"
"Jealousy isn't a good look for you, Scully. What's your problem? Mulder's not your child! He's a grown man and can make up his own mind. If he tells me to get lost, I will definitely respect his wishes." Stark had no intention of doing any such thing. He was here with one purpose only and that was to get inside Fox's pants and fuck his sweet brains out.
"Mulder is in the middle of a tough case, and he doesn't need your unwanted attention right now. Just leave him the hell alone, Stark! Okay?"
"You know what your problem is, Scully? You need to find yourself some docile little man to boss around, a man who'd occasionally fuck your frigid cunt." Stark hauled himself out of the booth.
"Bastard!" Scully hissed.
"Bitch," Stark countered happily and headed toward the door whistling tonelessly.
Scully sulked angrily, and paid little attention to the bearded man with the large nose who had been sitting in the booth next to theirs as he followed Stark out the door.
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Mulder grabbed the phone as he glanced over at the clock. Nine o'clock, shit, he had to leave for the Spender plantation within the hour. "Mulder."
"Fox, Walter."
"Oh, Walter! God, sorry I forgot to call you. I was working on the case and lost track of time. Sorry."
"Fox, are you alone?" Skinner asked suspiciously.
"Yeah, Walter, the coast is clear. We don't have to watch what we say; Scully turned in early. She and Agent Stark had some words earlier."
"Fred Stark? What is he doing down there?"
"He's here on vacation doing a little fishing. Walter, you're going to laugh when you hear this. Scully thinks the man is hot for my bod!" Mulder said chuckling. "Scully really must have pissed Stark off because he told her that there was a betting pool going on at the bureau, on which agent could get inside my pants first. Have you ever heard of anything more outlandish?"
Skinner sat up straight in the chair his fingers digging into the phone. "Did Stark say who was in this pool?" he growled.
"Why? He clearly made it up to get back at Scully for accusing him of being gay."
"Fox, you are so clueless," Skinner sighed, his main reason for calling momentarily forgotten.
"What do you mean, Walter?"
"Scully's right, Stark wants you. I even had to threaten him last time I saw him lurking around the basement."
Mulder fell backward on the bed and covered his eyes. "Oh, I think I'm going to be sick."
"Save it for later, Fox. I'll talk to Stark when he gets back in town. I think a nice transfer is in order for him." Skinner took a deep breath and plowed ahead on the real purpose of his call. "Fox, I had a visitor today, and he dropped off some interesting photographs."
Mulder frowned as he heard the strain in his lover's voice. "Walter, who? What's wrong."
"It was the smoker. Why didn't you ever tell me about you and Krycek?" Skinner tried to keep the rage out of his voice.
"Damn," Mulder moaned.
"Damn is right! Fox, do you have any fucking idea what it was like to sit there and look at a photograph of you sucking that rat-bastard's cock while that cancerridden son of a bitch sat there smirking?" Skinner snarled.
"Walter, I couldn't tell you. Please, don't be angry. I've been so embarrassed about what happened between myself and Krycek -- I never wanted you to find out. I didn't want you to see what a complete fool I was for falling for Krycek's bullshit.
"Fox, you should have told me! Dammit! I don't want there to be any secrets between us!"
Mulder flinched at the anger in his lover's voice. "Walter, I'm sorry. It's in the past. It's you I love and it's you I want. I hate that lying, doublecrossing rat!"Skinner relaxed and leaned back in his chair; Fox's words of love and commitment had slightly soothed the ache in his heart. "Promise me that you'll never keep anything from me again."
"Walter, I promise to tell you about all my past boyfriends, when I'm come back home. It's a short list so it shouldn't take long," Mulder quipped. "Are you mad at me?"
Skinner sighed, "I'm upset that you didn't trust me enough to tell me about this part of your life. I love you, Fox. The mere thought of you and Krycek together sickens me, but you're right it is the past. Fox, Spender said that Krycek was in Cape Fear."
"He's here? Why?" Mulder's voice shook slightly. It was bad enough that he had to deal with Alexander, but to have to deal with Alex as well made his stomach tie in knots, but at least the former he could kill.
"Spender thinks he wants to resume your relationship, and he's willing to use any means necessary to get you back."
"Not fucking likely," Mulder snorted sarcastically.
"Fox, I'm coming down there in the morning. We'll deal with him together."
"No! Walter, there is no reason for you to come down here." He didn't want his lover anywhere near Cape Fear, Krycek, or Alexander -- especially Alexander.
"I think there is, Fox. You can't head a murder investigation and keep looking over your shoulder for Krycek at the same time," Skinner growled.
"You just said Krycek wasn't here to kill me. That is if Krycek is really here at all and the smoker isn't just yanking your chain. Think about it, Walter. Spender wants me off this case and out of Cape Fear, what better way to go about it than to show my lover old photographs of me in bed with one of his worst enemies?"
"Spender doesn't know we're lovers, Fox."
"Yeah right, Walter, and I have a bridge in Brooklyn I want to sell you."
Skinner closed his eyes and sighed, "Damn, he knows doesn't he? I'm an idiot."
"You're not an idiot, Walter, you just didn't want to believe he would know about us, too."
"Why didn't he just use our affair as a means to force me to pull you from the case?"
"I don't know, Walter? Maybe he is trying to catch us in a more compromising position, and that's why he tried to trick you into coming down here. I don't think you should come, not if it is part of the smoking bastard's plan."
Skinner pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes. He wanted to rush to his lover's side. However, if that was what Spender wanted then he couldn't go. "Fox, nothing matters to me more than you, be careful. I'm going to alert the Raleigh-Durham field office and SAC Morgan that Krycek may be in your area."
"That's for the best," Mulder sighed with relief, noticing the clock. "Walter, I think I'll turn in now. Love you."
"Love you too, Fox. Night."
Upstairs Krycek fumed. Spender had ratted him out to Skinner, but there was nothing baldy could do to help Mulder, not against him or Alexander. Krycek had read Boris Kriuchek journal that Fox had hidden in his room, he knew that it was hopeless to fight the ghost. Krycek would win though; he planned to take Fox across the ocean and back to Russia with him. "Foxy, we will resume our relationship, but it will be on my terms this time around."
Krycek sat in front of the monitor, waiting to watch Mulder strip for bed, but the agent grabbed his keys instead and cautiously opened the outside door and slipped out. "Shit, Fox, what are you up to?" he growled jumping to his feet he raced over to the window and watched as Mulder climbed into the yellow station wagon and drove off in the direction of the Spender Plantation. He was about to dash out to follow him, when he noticed Agent Stark rushing for his car. He let the other man leave first before following.
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Mulder glanced anxiously up at the manor house as he parked the yellow station wagon in front and turned off the headlights. Their bureau car was still parked in the driveway. Agent Piquet was going to have it towed tomorrow and drop off a new car for them at the motel.
He walked up the steps to the wraparound porch and was surprised to see that the main floor windows were aglow. By the way the light flickered he knew that it must be candle light. The door to the manor house opened before he could touch the knob and he entered submissively. He could do nothing but give himself up to the inevitable.
Alexander solidified and he pulled Mulder into his arms and kissed him sweetly. "Fox, my beloved. Please, join me in toasting to our future together," the ghost purred, guiding Mulder into the brightly lit parlor. Candles covered every surface. Even the fireplace had candles inside it and a plush rug spread out before it with two glasses of dark red wine setting on a tray.
"Remove your clothes, my pet, I want to see you strip for me." The gypsy sank down on the plush rug and picked up the two glasses of wine, he slowly sipped from one.
Fox glanced around his father's favorite room. "Alexander, what if father should come home?"
Alexander smiled up at him; he enjoyed when his beloved slipped back into Fox Spender. Although, he was enjoying the fiery spirit and backbone that his new incarnation possessed. "Fox, your father is on a trade mission to Raleigh he won't be back until late tomorrow, we have the whole house to ourselves."
"What about the house slaves?" Fox asked, as he hesitantly unfastened the binding on the strange shoes he was wearing. They had strange print on them 'Nike' he wondered how he came by them.
"They won't disturb us, Fox." Alexander said softly, his eyes glowing with desire.
Stark had parked his car behind a grove of trees off the main road and he hiked up to the old manor house. He shined his flashlight on the ground watching his step. He saw Mulder's car parked out front and wondered whom the other car belonged to. The house was dark except for the lights coming from the lower windows. Stark snuck around to the back, finding steps leading up to the darkened porch. He crept up steps and eased his way to one of the lit windows and glanced inside.
"Fuck," he gasped, getting an eyeful of a gloriously naked Fox Mulder. Stark's penis jumped inside his jeans. "Wow, what a babe. Little Freddie, we are going to party harty tonight." Stark's eyes narrowed as he spied a beautiful man sitting on a rug in front of the fireplace. The man was stroking his hard cock. He looked familiar to Stark. The stocky agent turned his attention back to Mulder. Stark's cock throbbed in the tight confines of his pants as he watched Mulder sink down on the edge of the rug and crawl on his hands and knees over to the other man, kissing and lapping the head of his penis. Stark wiped at the saliva dripping down his chin as his eyes locked on the firm, ivory buttocks, and an incredible, long cock with heavy balls hanging from between deliciously toned thighs. Mulder was even better put together than Stark had imagined. He checked his belt for his gun. Mulder was his and he was not about to share him.
*Click.*
Stark swallowed at the sound of a gun cocking and the cold barrel pressing into the side of his neck, then a hand slipped under his shirt, removing his gun.
"Mister, we don't take kindly to Peeping Toms in our town," the man growled. "Now move."
Krycek watched from his hiding place in the woods as Sheriff Dmitry Kriuchek hauled Agent Stark off. He knew the whole town was involved in keeping Mulder here and preparing him to be sacrificed during the next full moon. The diner was putting powders into Mulder's meals the powders had been given to them by the elders. He had no idea what they were for. Krycek stared fearfully up at the house that had haunted his nightmares for nearly two decades. He needed to see what was happening to Mulder in that house.
"Fox, drink," Alexander purred, holding the wineglass to his younger lover's lips.
Awareness and fear came into Mulder's eyes as he awoke to find himself straddling Alexander's hips and the throbbing presence of a cock filling his rectum. A wineglass was pressed against his lips.
"Drink," the ghost commanded.
Fox fearfully opened his mouth and took a sip, and he immediately spit it out. "That's not wine. What is it?"
"Honey and herbs and Ivan Tadinov," Alexander smiled, taking a large mouthful then he sealed his lips over Mulder's.
Mulder struggled for breath as Alexander forced that foul concoction into his mouth. He couldn't breathe through his nose there was something pinching it closed, so he had no choice but to swallow that nasty brew. Alexander slowly fed the whole blood cocktail to him this way, by the time it was over Mulder was feeling lightheaded and his erection was pressing painfully against Alexander's belly.
"Why?" Mulder choked out. The ghost was keeping him upright with his strong arms were wrapped around Mulder's waist.
"The blood binds you to me, Fox, and the herbs are an aphrodisiac they will keep you aroused all night long. Ivan's sacrifice has given me added strength for this evening. Don't worry, Beloved; I will set you free before dawn, just return to me at dusk." Alexander rocked his hips driving his cock deeper into his lover's body. He suddenly rolled until Mulder was on his back with his long legs wrapped around Alexander's hips.
Krycek stood still outside the window watching as his ghostly double fucked his property. He clenched his fists in rage! Why had he waited so long to come to claim Fox? He hadn't been afraid of CGB Spender's hollow threats. He should have taken Fox away years ago. Krycek closed his eyes, he couldn't watch this any longer, and he couldn't help Fox. In his heart he knew that Mulder wouldn't be harmed until the full moon on the 26th of this month. Sixteen days to figure out a way to rescue Mulder. He couldn't just snatch him, Mulder was being watched too closely by the elders and Alexander. He wouldn't make it past the city limits with him.
Turning, Krycek faded down the porch steps into the darkness.
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Stark glared angrily at the back of the sheriff's head when it suddenly came to him. "I remember where I've seen that man before."
The sheriff stiffened then looked in the rearview mirror. "Who are you talking about, mister?"
"There was a dark-haired man who sort of looked like you, at the manor house with Agent Mulder," Stark said.
"And who do you think he is?"
"I don't think, I know! He's Alex Krycek. You have to go back and arrest him. The FBI has a warrant out for him," Stark said firmly.
The sheriff vaguely remembered Alex Krycek; his cousin had come with his family to visit Cape Fear nineteen years ago. So he was a wanted fugitive? Dmitry wondered what he was wanted for. "You think this Alex Krycek resembles the man you saw in the house?"
"He looks exactly like him. Look, Sheriff, I've already told you that I'm FBI. You're going to have a shit load of trouble when my superiors find out that you prevented me from arresting a wanted felon," Stark growled.
"Mister, that's not what happened and you know it. However, I'm willing to drop the charges if you get your ass out of my town. I'll even go back out to the plantation and check on this man you saw," Dmitry said, pulling into the motel's parking lot.
Stark smiled, he figured he won this one. Mulder was about to get his little party interrupted, and he now knew that Mulder liked to suck cock. "I can't leave town without my car and that's back at the plantation."
The sheriff swore under his breath. "I'll have my deputy drive you back for it in the morning, now get the fuck out of the car!" He wanted to kill the arrogant son of a bitch, but the bastard was an FBI agent and that would bring all the Feds down on them.
Stark climbed out of the car and strolled over to the door to his motel room. His mind was whirling with this new information and how to use it to get what he wanted -- Mulder. He remembered Alex Krycek from the Hoover Building when the man had been an agent. Krycek had been the subject of much speculation from the gay FBI underground. But, Krycek disappeared before anyone had discovered which way he swung. Then a warrant had been issued for his arrest. That was four long years ago. Stark wondered if Mulder and Krycek had been involved throughout those years. Mulder could get his ass kicked out of the Bureau and thrown in jail if it got out that he was having an affair with a wanted fugitive.
Stark smiled. He would come to Mulder's rescue after the Sheriff arrested him and Krycek, then he'd convince that hayseed to release Mulder into his custody. Mulder would have to do whatever he wanted or face being exposed to the Bureau. Life was good, Stark thought.
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Nicole's next!