THE CURSE OF DARK SHADOWS
Round Four, Part Two

Fox pounded the heel of his fist against the sturdy wooden door twice more before finally giving up. He was in a hidden room, deep with-in the recesses of the mansion, who would hear his pleas for rescue? Alex, hopefully, thought Mulder sourly. He turned his back on the only visible exit and stood still; eyes wide open, waiting for his vision to adjust to the dark gloom. Despite being underground, Fox was not standing in total darkness. His pupils finally focused. Across the small room, Fox spied a table with a three pronged candelabra on it.

Or judging from the darkened shadows, it was a table and a candelabra.

He skirted around the large ominous objected that lay directly to his left and slowly went to the table. Relieved when his assumption was right, Fox felt around the table for a lighter. Instead, his fingers skimmed across a box of wooden matches. He opened the box, drew one out and struck it. The match flare and the scent of burnt sulphur drifted in the air. Once the candles were lit, Fox took a good look around.

The large object, which Fox had thought to be some sort of a workbench turned out to be a large, rosewood coffin, and as he stood studying the gleaming box of wood, he wondered who, or what, was in it. ~oOo~

"Gee-up" Alex murmured softly to his horse. For the last hour and a half, he and his horse Quentin had been riding the fence, examining it for damage. Every time he came across a spot that needed repair, Alex carefully noted it in a journal; he would return tomorrow with the tools and materials to begin patching. The sun was high in the sky, but the day was not warm enough to merit him removing his shirt. Instead, he wore a thick flannel Mac jacket.

As he was writing down yet another damaged spot, out of the corner of his eye, Alex spotted movement. He turned his head just in time to see a young blond woman running down a path. Her gauzy dress fluttered behind her like ribbons on a kite. Alex quickly slid off of Quentin and ran down the path after the girl.

"Hey, hold on." He called, but the slight figure showed no sign of slowing down. The girl turned a tight corner on the path and Alex could no longer see her. He ran faster, and rounded the corner, skidding to a sudden halt when the blond suddenly stopped fleeing.

She was twenty feet away, floating a few inches off the ground. Alex blinked his eyes, thinking that it was only an illusion, that she really wasn't suspended in the air. He was surprised to see, that in fact, his 20/20 vision was working fine.

"Do not be afraid Alex. Time is of the essence and you must let me speak; without interruptions."

"Okaaay." Alex replied to the apparition. Unsure if he'd even find anything to say to the lovely ethereal woman.

"My name is Danielle, and I am the younger sister of Spencer Collins. I was murdered by the woman whom you know as Cassandra. Her real name is Angelique`, and she is wicked. 200 years ago, she tried to steal the soul of a man she loved, that man was you Alex. Only back then, your name Spencer."

"What???" Alex started to say, but he was interrupted.

"Please, I must speak, I am growing weaker with each minute that passes."

"Back then, Angelique` used black magic to try and win your love, and when that failed to work, she resorted to murder. Me. She poisoned me and then blackmailed Spencer into marrying her and only when he did, did she give me the antidote. But by then, it was too late, she had doomed me, and my dear brother Spencer."

Danielle's hair was lifted by the wind and blown back from her face, and Alex was reminded of Scully. Though the hair was a different colour, the bone structure of the apparitions face, was the same as Mulder's partner.

"There is only one way to break the curse that has tortured you and Jamison over the centuries. You must take a leap of faith together. Plunge into the darkness hand in hand, confident in your love for each other, that will be your salvation... only then, will you and Fox be able to live in peace."

Danielle's image started to fade,

"Wait, I don't understand what you mean and leap of faith...."

She was growing weak, Angelique's magic was too strong, her final resting place was calling her back.

"Fox needs you right now..." Danielle planted the image of Fox in the locked room with the coffin, and gave Alex a mental map of where to go to get him. After that, all she had time to say was, "Cristoff will wake soon, and he will be hungry. I'm afraid that this time he won't be able to restrain himself."

Then she was gone.

Alex watched as the young woman's form ebbed then disappeared all together. He stood still for a few seconds, trying to digest her words. He and Fox, lovers from 200 years ago? Doomed to never be together because of a psychotic woman's obsession with him? Alex stared at the spot where Danielle had hovered for a few moments more, then he spun around and ran back toward the mansion.

The sense of needing to 'rescue' Fox overtaking him. ~oOo~

Fox picked up the heavy steel candle holder and slowly paced around the coffin. He looked down at his watch, it was only two in the afternoon, whoever or whatever was in the casket would not be waking up any time soon.

Suddenly, the puzzle of where Cristoff disappeared to every day fit together.

'He's a Vampire' Fox thought to himself.

Then with a curiosity of a child who discovered his Christmas presents early, the agent searched the room for a tool in order to pry open the coffin lid with. There was no visible handle in which to open the top, in fact, Fox noticed that there were no hinges either. The agent wondered how Cristoff - if that's who it even was inside - came and went from the casket. As he pondered how to prize the lid off, Fox heard a thumping noise from somewhere out side of the room. He cocked his head toward the door and listened.

The 'thumping' grew louder and in between the noise, Mulder heard a faint,

"Fox...are you down here?"

Mulder smiled, it was Alex, come to rescue him from the locked, dark room. At the thought of his lover, Fox's cock swelled slightly. He grinned again and ran to the door and pounded on it loudly with the side of his fist. "I'm in here Alex."

All of a sudden, it was urgent that he get out of the room and it was not because of the casket and dark, dankness of the room were frightening him. No far from it. He was in fact, more curious than ever to see the inside of the polished wood sarcophagus.

No, it was his need to see Alex that was stronger than his inquisitiveness.

It seemed to Fox that ever since he had been left on the cliff top, wet, cold and half out of his head with bizarre visions, that his libido had grown twice fold. He just couldn't get enough of Alex, though he quickly understood that for some odd reason, getting fucked by Alex didn't hold as much appeal for him as fucking the handsome Russian did.

His cock jumped again at such thoughts, and he shouted out in a rather calm voice, "Hurry up, would ya." ~oOo~

"Oh Fox..." Alex shouldered in the heavy door and immediately drew his lover into his strong arms. "Are you alright. I was afraid that something had happened to you. Something terrible."

Mulder hugged Alex back. "I'm fine. Other than not being quite sure how I got down here. I remember hearing your voice beckoning to me...but after that..." Mulder shook his head, "...it doesn't matter anyway." He kissed Alex deeply, then pulled back and said, "All that matters is that I get you in to bed. Now!"

At that, Fox grabbed Alex's right hand and dragged him out of the room and down the hall.

The whole way to the bedroom Alex tried to tell Fox about what the girl named Danielle had told him out on the meadow.

But the agent was having none of it and finally, Alex gave up trying to talk and concentrated on following his intent lover. ~oOo~

Fox slammed their bedroom door shut and locked it. He grabbed Alex again and kissed him fiercely. His hands pulled Alex's shirt out from his jeans and quickly invaded the warm, slightly sweaty flesh that was hidden beneath the heavy cotton. Mulder's urgent fingers started to undo the buttons of Alex's shirt, but then he grew impatient and simply ripped the garment wide open. Sending a cascade of white plastic discs all about the room.

Alex pulled out of their kiss. "Why so aggressive?" he asked playfully. Liking his lover's ardent ways.

"You're just so gorgeous that I can't keep my hands off of you." Mulder pulled the Russian back into an embrace, but instead of kissing Alex's plump lips he ran his tongue over his lean neck instead and nuzzled it. "We haven't made love in so long, I'm horny for you."

Alex leaned his head sideways, giving his lover more skin to kiss and nip at. "We made love four hours ago." He said matter of fact.

"Well it feels like days." Quipped Fox as his deft fingers undid Alex's button and zipper on his jeans.

Once Alex was naked Mulder quickly followed suit.

The agent tossed his clothes hastily aside then sauntered over to an overstuffed chaise lounge. He sat down and patted his lap, indicating that his lover should sit right there.

Alex went toward Mulder, stopping by a small table to retrieve a bottle of clear lubricant. He gave the bottle to Mulder, who took it wordlessly, and then straddled his lover's long, lean thighs.

Mulder stared into Alex's eyes, positive that if he stared long enough all of the Russians secrets would be revealed to him. As he studied the depths of green and dark brown, he poured a large dollop of lubricant into his palm then dropped the bottle to the hardwood floor.

"Kiss me." Fox husked and Alex immediately obeyed.

As they necked, Mulder rubbed the slick between his palms to warm the fluid up. Once it was warmed he quickly but gently prepared Alex's ass; made tender by the mornings vigorous fucking. Fox pulled back and said dirtily, "Now fuck me."

And Alex, with a gleam in his dilated eyes, started to lower himself onto Mulder's erect cock.

Mulder with his dick in one hand, guided his lover down with the other. He'd have liked to have push Alex down roughly, to assert his dominance over his lover, but he knew that Alex was still sore from earlier. So he bit the inside of his cheek, and let him pick his own pace.

Once Alex was completely impaled, he stopped moving altogether and caught his breath. This time around is insides hurt a bit more than usual, but not so much that he would stop. Though Alex briefly thought that Mulder probably couldn't stop at that point even if he'd asked him too.

Mulder put a hand on either one of Alex's butt cheeks and asked softly, "Ready?"

Alex nodded, and then let Mulder take over.

Fox pushed up into Alex, fighting his own urgency in order to make sure that Alex would be okay. Once he saw that Alex had closed his eyes, and was more relaxed, Mulder really let loose. He set a fast paced rhythm that Alex had no trouble keeping up too, even after Fox had asked him to 'masturbate yourself for me.'

Yet another command that Alex obeyed.

Finally, after watching Alex orgasm - the Russians back arched in sweet ecstasy - Mulder planted his lover down firmly and completely let go. Pulsing jets of hot semen squirted deep inside of Alex, and once he was done, Fox lay back; spent.

"MMMM....." Fox murmured, pulling Alex down to cuddle him, "That was soooo, good."

"Yeah..."purred Alex, kissing Fox's left nipple lightly, "It was." He blindly reached to the floor and felt around. His fingers skated across the blanket that normally sat on the back of the chaise lounge. Alex grabbed it and pulled it up over the two of them. "Are you ready to hear what happened to me today?" He asked, completely satiated.

~oOo~

Chad's next!