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Heart's Desire Round 3 Part 1


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I never intended this.

Do you know what you do to me, with your dark eyes and that smile that plays on your face when you look at me.

You drive me crazy.

And worse, you weaken me. How can I get on with my life when I keep thinking about you? I live a dangerous sort of life, one in which you can have no place. My enemies would take advantage of any weakness I displayed and would fall upon me like starving wolves. Being with me would get you killed.

Damn you for getting under my skin. I should never let you wrap your arms round me like this again. I should walk out right now and never come near you again. It would be for the best really. It's just that being near you does something strange to me. When you hold me, and your cock is so far down my throat that I swear I will taste you forever. Those are the times that an inexplicable lethargy takes over. I don't want to let go of you. I don't want to leave you......

I think I'm scared to be alone again. Too much has happened in so short a time and I've lost my ability to focus. Once upon a time, I could act so coolly in a crisis, and I was ruthless and clear headed. Deadly, in my own way. But now I've lost the edge I had over my rivals. And it's all your fault, Mulder.

Damn you to hell.

I will NOT love you. I can't afford to.

I ought to get up right now, out of the warmth of this bed, and leave. And if I had any consideration for you, I'd never come back. But it's so hard sometimes to do what's right. You feel so good next to me. Part of me hates you for it, for taking so long to find me. But it's been so long since I could let anyone close to me, I don't know how to push you away, so that it's just sex.

Why am I lying to myself?

Your arms are so gently holding me, still, while you sleep. You've never let go of me since you soothed away my night terrors. I should get away, while you're still asleep.

Well maybe in a few minutes.....

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The knocking on the door woke Mulder from a sound sleep. He had slept surprisingly well, considering the events of the night.. He really wasn't used to sleeping with someone else so close. And in this particular case, it wasn't just the warmth that was a pleasure in the cool winter air. It was the identity of the body lying so peacefully in his arms. When had he last been needed like that?

This wasn't just the afterglow of good sex.

It was far scarier....

He roused himself reluctantly from the nest of blankets he and Alex were curled up in, automatically taking care to keep in the warmth so that Alex wouldn't wake. He had half-sensed the younger man's uneasy slumber for most of the night, and had occasionally woken himself, when the younger man had tossed and turned in the grip of some nightmarish dream. But Alex had relaxed when Mulder had tightened his arms around the other's body, and allowed himself to be soothed.

Best to let Alex sleep now, he needed the rest.

Muttering to himself as he forced himself to face the icy air, Mulder hurriedly retrieved his clothes from the adjoining room. Hard to remember where he had dropped them last night, his mind had been preoccupied by other things. So it was purely by chance that he was still trying to find one shoe when he heard the young Indian reach the cabin door.

Mulder heard the door opening, There was a surprised exclamation, then the sounds of two voices talking. Ah! There his shoe was. He grabbed for it and pulled it on hastily, sitting on the edge of the bed to do so.

"Hmm?" a sleepy voice inquired.

Mulder saw Alex's head emerge from under the covers. He grinned at the way the younger man's formerly immaculately groomed hair was sticking out in all directions. *Cute* was Mulder's first thought. Alex flushed slightly under the scrutiny,

"What's the matter?" Alex said sleepily. "Trouble?"

"I don't know?" Mulder admitted. "I think someone else just got here. I was just going to check....."

"Mmmm," came the response. "Okay."

Alex buried himself once again beneath the blankets, and Mulder heard his breathing change almost immediately, signaling his renewed drift into sleep. Mulder frowned. It was definitely not in character for Alex to let down his guard like that. And it also made him realize exactly how much Alex Krycek was trusting him now. Leaving his life in Mulder's hands. He shivered slightly. Did he really want this? He and Alex really needed to talk about this. Seriously.

He gave Alex a fond look, then retrieved his gun and slipped it into his pocket and went to investigate the newcomer.

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Osebo still wore the body of the big Sheriff, Frank McCallister. It had proved to be a most fortuitous choice. Tall, well made and muscular, not yet softened by incipient middle age, though there was a slight thickening around the waist. The powerful arms had already proved their worth in his amusing dalliance with the unfortunate human he had killed earlier. Yes, these arms could break limbs and tear flesh quite efficiently.

He had been ready to take the beautiful Fox Mulder in these strong arms and teach him many secrets of pain and blood. In fact, he had been looking forward to it, when he knocked on the cabin door. It had been obvious that the cabin was occupied, since smoke rose in a lazy spiral through the still dawn air from the cabin chimney. And where else could his quarry hide?

It wasn't the delectable Fox or the even more desirable Alex Krycek who answered his authoritative knock. It was a stranger. Momentarily, he stood nonplussed, his mind unable to comprehend his error. Why hadn't he sensed this one? Quite a handsome young man, as it happened. Of a type he had favoured in the past. Long legs encased in tight jeans, and a delectably firm ass, he would bet on it. He let his borrowed eyes travel in a slow and obvious traverse upwards, and wet his lips as he watched the bare chested young man's nipples harden in the cold air.

This one was fit enough to scream for many hours.....

Then he frowned. The Indian wore an amulet suspended in a small hide bag around his neck. It was a powerful protective charm, and even looking at it made his borrowed skin ripple imperceptibly. Not a great threat, but repulsive enough to disgust and repel him.

He would rip it off and punish he pretty young man soon enough, for his deliberate defiance.

But three of them to overcome now......

Not an impossible challenge, but still he would need to take care. It wouldn't do to mar his much anticipated pleasure by accidentally killing one of his beauties prematurely.

The remains of the Sheriff's mind provided him with the information he needed. The stranger was Adam Longfort, his supposed deputy and one of the best trackers in these parts. The Sheriff's mind really didn't do this pretty human justice. There were some thoughts stored about the young man's passionate devotion to Native American rights, particularly peaceful protests against despoiling archaeological sites.

Osebo snickered to himself. Ironic that someone who tried to stop the past being dug up was about to die at the hands of someone from the past.

Somewhere in the shredded confusion of the Sheriff's mind was a tidbit of information that Longfort liked men.

Osebo would enjoy testing that out.

A sound attracted his attention, and he turned in time to see Mulder enter the room from one of the neighbouring bedrooms. Mulder appeared just as attractive and desirable as before, and Osebo desperately forced away his automatic erection as he watched the human move towards him. The urge to force the dark head down and plunge his cock between the full lips was almost irresistible.

The brown eyes looked to Adam in query.

"This is Sheriff McCallister," the Indian explained.

Mulder's face lit up.

"Can you get us out of here?" the agent asked hopefully. Osebo smiled.

"If you're desperate, I can probably take you out of here on my snow-mobile.

//Oh yes, that sly solution would be quite delicious. All the time he wished to use their bodies and strip their minds bare. He could even take them away from here, find an excuse to separate them, and tie them up so that he could amuse himself at his leisure.//

Mulder shook his head negatively, some sixth sense perhaps warning him of his peril.

"I don't know...... I think maybe we should wait in case the weather changes again...." Mulder sounded doubtful.

Osebo made himself laugh with a hearty amusement. "Agent Mulder! Adam has probably told you how experienced we are in negotiating winter conditions round here. We know what we're doing. I can tell you now that there probably won't be any more snow before tomorrow. Would you agree Adam?"

The young deputy nodded. "He's right, Agent Mulder. But you'll be safe here if you don't want to risk it. There are 3 weeks of supplies kept here for emergencies."

"I'll have to ask Alex!" Mulder said. "I can't make decisions for him...." He went back into the other room. Osebo kept a rein on his temper, barely, and forced himself to appear patient but concerned. He saw Longfort looking puzzled.

"Since when did you call me Adam?" the deputy muttered.

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"Alex wake up!" Mulder sat on the side of the bed and shook the younger man on the shoulder. Sleepily, Alex sat up and rubbed his eyes.

"Mulder...." He paused. "....Did I just hear voices?" He frowned. "Shit! I must be getting old. I didn't even bother to check......"

Mulder reached over and stroked away a stray lock of hair.

"I guess you trust me now."

Alex scowled, but didn't bother to deny it. He looked as if he'd unexpectedly bitten into something sour. Hating his sudden dependence, like a half-tame wildcat, Mulder mused.

"Someone just arrived. The local Sheriff!" Alex tensed. "He's offered to take us back to civilisation on his snow-mobile. He can get us out, or we can stay here.... Your choice."

"You're asking whether I want to stay snowed up in a cabin with you, or head back to our respective lives.... Hell of a choice!"

"Yeah," Mulder admitted.

The bedroom door swung open unexpectedly, and the Sheriff came in, a smirk on his face. The two men both tensed, the closeness between them evaporating.

"This must be the Federal prisoner I was warned about!" Osebo said. Somehow his tone managed to convey a huge degree of contempt.

"Yes." Mulder said unhappily. He had hoped to keep that little detail to himself.

Osebo reached into the back pocket of his present host, and produced a set of handcuffs. "Perhaps you'd better place him under restraint. Not easy, I know, with a one armed man. Just cuff him to the bed for now. I'm sure we can come to a more satisfactory arrangement later!"

It would indeed do to have Alex immobilised if they decided to stay in the cabin.

Mulder tried to protest.

"He's given me his word that he won't try to escape!"

The Sheriff scowled at him.

"This is my jurisdiction, Agent Mulder!"

"This is a Federal case," Mulder snapped. "Back off, or I'll cite you for obstructing justice!" He felt incredibly protective of Alex. There was just something so overbearing and mercenary about the big man, it made his hackles rise.

"You'll regret that!" the Sheriff snapped and stormed out.

Both humans shivered unconsciously, their instincts warning them that something was not right here.

Osebo laughed inwardly, his anger dispersing as he thought of how to turn the situation to his advantage. These so-called civilised white men were so weak. They didn't even heed the warnings their own spirits tried to give them.

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I knew it would all go to hell sooner or later. This Sheriff character was suspicious of me and he wanted a piece of my ass. Still, I have to admit, seeing Mulder get all protective was worth quite a bit of discomfort.

"Asshole!" Mulder muttered under his breath.

"Good thing we didn't mention our other bit of trouble!" I told him. "I'd hate to see his reaction if you told him about predatory false arms and the way my own clothes tried to ravish me!"

Mulder chuckled, and moved in on me, pulling me up off the bed so that we were standing so close to each other. His arms ended up round my waist, and I could feel the long, firm length of his cock becoming harder against me.

"If he walks back in......" I said, feeling myself respond in kind. "Mulder....."

"Hmmm?" he purred, nuzzling the side of my neck.

".....He'll get a bigger shock......"

Mulder began to nibble in delicious little bites against my skin and I forgot my train of thought entirely. How did he know that this particular action would turn my brain to Jell-O?"

Something was nagging at me. Something too important to ignore. I tried to focus my thoughts, but Mulder had just upped the stakes by dropping to his knees in front of me and was showing me how talented that lush mouth could be at more than just kissing.

"......Fox....... My arm was covered up....... How did he know........ Oh!"

Mulder glanced up at me to see what my reaction was, his eyes glinting with amusement. When had he managed to learn such a good technique? Or maybe he was a natural?

".....How did he know I only had one arm......? Shit... Fox... Fuck!"

I guess my oratory skills disintegrated at that point, and I totally lost my train of thought.

Mulder, on the other hand, had at some time in his life developed supreme oral skills. Enough to make me lose control completely, seize his head with my clutching fingers and thrust as strongly as I could down his throat. I came harder than I ever had in my life before. And only his hand over my mouth stopped me from screaming out my climax for all the world to hear.

Mulder released me and I sank back onto the bed, panting heavily, feeling as if every bone in my body had melted.

Mulder looked as if he was about to join me on the bed, and I have to admit, I wanted him inside me. I wanted the long, hard length of him sliding inside me, and I wanted to wrap my legs around his waist and spend the rest of the day being fucked senseless.

It wasn't to be.

Both of us froze at the strange sound that filled the still mountain air. Not inside the cabin. Something outside, a chattering hum that became louder and louder. Mulder and I both stared at each other, realisation coming to us both at the same time.

"You still have a couple of minutes," Mulder hissed. "Go! Get out before it's too late....." He looked anguished. Why did that come as a surprise, after all that we'd been through? That he really cared.

I shook my head, and slowly, nonchalantly, began to dress.

"Where would I go, Mulder? I don't even know which way to go to get to the nearest town. And if I did, our sheriff friend would probably have men looking for me. Besides, at least we'll get away from this haunted place.

I wondered if he could tell how scared I was of the woods now.

We both went outside to watch the helicopter land.

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Osebo could barely conceal his rage. Just when he had three tempting morsels within his grasp, including the gloriously tempting Alex, to have them snatched away from him. It was more than he could tolerate. He could sense Mulder and his prize now, both of them outside, awaiting the arrival of the newcomers. Far more than he could overcome at the moment. If he tried, he ran the risk of betraying his identity and losing this most useful body. Being discorporate again would be inconvenient with them all on their guard against him. Still, any minor injuries could be easily repaired. Joining the humans and trying to appear unconcerned, he watched the door of the large helicopter open, and a large human jump out. Head lowered, the newcomer headed towards them.

Osebo waited patiently for the opportunity he knew would come.

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The helicopter was an army transport, big enough to carry all of them out of there, but still compact enough to fit into the clearing in the woods. Mulder recognised the visitor the moment he set foot on the snow. AD Skinner. Of all the people in creation, who had to come to his rescue but the one man who hated Alex more than he used to.

The AD was wearing full winter protective gear, but still managed to project an air of competence and strength. He was accompanied by a couple of military personnel. He reached the little group of spectator and stood in front of Mulder, predictably grim faced. Mulder felt like he was in the AD's office again, getting a dressing down. Skinner looked him up and down, and sighed

"Do you have any idea how much trouble you've caused, Agent Mulder?"

Mulder cringed, and tried to look innocent. Wholly unsuccessfully. The AD turned abruptly so that he was close to Alex, and without warning, drove his fist into the younger man's stomach. With a gasp, Alex doubled over, clutching his bruised body in agony. Reputedly, those fists were like steel. Mulder stepped between the two men, instinctively placing his body between Alex and danger. Skinner momentarily appeared to consider hitting him too. Then with a great effort, he stepped back.

"Put handcuffs on that piece of scum now, Mulder! And consider yourself officially reprimanded for letting him wander about like that." He took in Alex's condition. "Since you can't cuff his hands behind him, he can stay handcuffed to you for the trip to Washington. Now get your things and get on board the helicopter!"

Osebo smirked. The big newcomer had to be the FBI Assistant Director who had called the Sheriff about his missing agent. And he was so wonderfully aggressive. Such opportunities to exploit. He would be able to gain strength from their hatred. He sidled up to the AD.

"I'm Sheriff McCallister. You contacted my office earlier. Can I ask a favour? I need a lift back to town...."

His devious approach paid dividends. The AD was more than happy to extend a courtesy to a fellow law enforcement professional. Especially considering he was a witness to the AD's less than professional behaviour towards Krycek.

So in a very short time, Osebo was aboard the strange machine and flying towards the town. Not only was his secret safe so far, but they were actually taking him to a town full of delicious opportunities. A place where *he* was in a position of respect and power. He could grow more powerful than he had ever dreamed possible.

But he *would* have his sweet pair of humans.

He gathered his power. The helicopter would not be travelling beyond the little town!

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Adam had found himself in a desperate predicament. He didn't know whether to join his boss on the trip back to civilisation, or remain with his grandfather in the wilderness. He was worried about the old man. The cold was harsh and the old man had seen more than eighty summers. Yet the old man had been insistent on the importance of the two strangers. In the end, he made some excuse to the waiting men, and he had hurried through the snow to the smokehouse where his grandfather waited. He had been forbidden to speak or leave this place, so he would abide by the old man's command. He saw immediately that his grandfather was communing with the spirit world, and had left his body. All Adam could do was be ready for the spirits to direct him, and watch out for the old man. Sitting cross legged next to the old man, he placed more wood on the fire and waited.

******

I hurt. Skinner had punched me so hard in the gut that I thought his fist would crack my spine. Even ten minutes later, I couldn't bear to sit up straight. I couldn't even clutch at my gut, because my arm was cuffed to Mulder's. Hunched over miserably, I didn't dare look at him. Skinner was sitting directly opposite me and glaring at me through those damn glasses like he had me in his gun sights already. He and the sheriff would probably get on very well together. The young Deputy had elected to remain at the cabin though. He had seen our encounter last night, and could probably guess more. Mercifully it seemed, he was keeping his mouth shut, for which he gained my eternal gratitude.

I felt a warmth to my right, and momentarily, Mulder's fingers squeezed mine in what was meant to be reassurance. I appreciated the sentiment, but it didn't really help. My sore gut eased a little, and I risked a sly glance to Skinner's side. Two big army guys to provide the AD with backup.

Right next to him sat the big sheriff. I found the guy hard to read. He didn't seem to show his emotions much. Earlier, I had thought him hostile, but he didn't seem to care much what happened to me. At least that's what I thought at first. The Sheriff seemed to sense my scrutiny, and turned his head to meet my gaze.

Something cold and alien lurked there, that sent a shiver down my spine. Automatically I clutched at Mulder's fingers, as it dawned on me what had been *wrong* before. The thing that Mulder's talented mouth had driven out of my mind. He had known about my arm before he had seen it. And he had wanted to tie me to the bed..........

Oh no!

He saw my recognition, and savoured it as he would a fine banquet. Something glowing flashed in his eyes that was pure evil. I was up out of the seat, before he could get me, lunging for the door before I could stop myself, fighting Mulder who tried to hold me. Not caring that the chopper was a hundred feet in the air over the forest. Hitting out wildly in all directions as I tried to get away from HIM. And all the while, he sat watching me, unmoving, just smirking.

I think I was screaming. I'm sure I even hit Mulder in my terror. It must have seemed to them all that I had gone mad. Well, maybe I did... It stopped abruptly when Skinner's fist connected like a lead pipe with my jaw. I went down, and I saw one of the army guys pull out a syringe from a medical kit and fill it with something. Skinner and Mulder were holding me down, and the other soldier was half sitting on my chest. Oh Fox, I thought you'd understand.

The syringe was swiftly plunged into my shoulder, despite my ineffectual struggles. Almost immediately, the world became a warmer, fuzzier place. I couldn't struggle any more. I was helpless, and that monster was openly smiling as they played into his hands.

"No! You don't understand......." I tried to warn them.

Too late. I was falling so fast into a strange, dark place. I tried to hold on, felt Mulder's fingers on mine. But even that wasn't enough..........

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"I wonder what made him go crazy like that?" the Sheriff said curiously. Mulder shook his head, bewildered. Alex had literally gone mad. And there had been such horror in his eyes. Mulder couldn't understand it. More worried than he dare show, he studied the younger man's face in vain for clues. Alex lolled next to him, between him and Skinner, out cold. He looked oddly vulnerable like that.

Skinner sighed. He too had been scrutinising Krycek, and Mulder was surprised to see an expression of pity on the rugged face. The emotion was quickly suppressed when Skinner became aware of Mulder's regard. The AD sighed.

"I'm not a monster, Mulder. He'll get a fair trial and the law will decide what happens to him. I've settled my score with him......"

"Hang on, it's going to be rough." They were interrupted by the helicopter pilot, who yelled a warning for them to fasten their seat belts. "We've hit a blizzard. It's just blown up from nowhere. But I think we can just make it to town!"

The next few minutes were some of the most hair raising of Mulder's life. All they could do was hang on. He unashamedly put his arm around Alex, to prevent the younger man from being injured as his limp body was tossed about. No one noticed. Just as no one noticed the Sheriff muttering strange syllables under his breath as he sent his power out into the storm. But the military pilot was skilled, and managed to land the helicopter on a flat expanse of land close behind the main street. The pilot gave a sigh of relief.

"Sorry, Mr. Skinner, we won't make Washington. Looks like you're stuck in town for the time being."

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Over to you Tara.