r1-Eli_Anne-p3Cape Haven
December 31st
3:30 p.m.
Mulder lay brooding on the couch as he thought about the package Spender had sent him; he still hadn't told his lovers the truth about his relationship to Spender. Alex was sitting at the other end of the couch with Mulder's feet in his lap; he was reading one of the books Skinner had bought him for Christmas. Mulder still couldn't believe that after all the time they had been together he had never known Alex was such a mystery fan. Life is always full of surprises! Not that I ever get any good ones, he thought sulkily. He sighed and shifted positions again.
"OK, that's it. What's wrong?" Alex said, throwing his book down on the coffee table. He turned to face Mulder and rolled his eyes when he saw the pout on his lover's face.
"Nothing," Mulder said with just a hint of whine.
"Liar! Spill it, or I'll have to tickle it out of you!" Alex moved as if he was going to grab Mulder and tickle him.
"No!" he cried, leaping out of the sofa. Mulder tripped on the comforter he had wrapped around his legs and fell into Alex's lap. Alex grabbed him and pushed him to the ground. The two men started wrestling, laughing and yelling until Skinner came in to break it up.
"What's going on here?" he bellowed in his most authoritative voice. Mulder and Alex could be quite immature at times, and his furniture was always at risk. The two men stopped wrestling and looked sheepishly at Skinner.
"Sorry, Walter, but Alex started it!" cried Mulder as he tried again to pin Alex to the ground.
"No, you started it!" Alex replied, finally succeeding in trapping Mulder's hands above his head. Alex straddled Mulder's waist and laughed in triumph.
"No fair! You're heavier than I am! Or should I say fatter! Fatty! Fatty!" jeered Mulder into Alex's face. He was laughing and panting heavily.
"Fatty! Thems fightin' words! Don't ever call a gay man fat, Big Nose!"
"BIG NOSE! You'll pay for that!" Mulder succeeded in throwing Alex off balance and managed to sit back up. He launched himself at Alex's shoulders, ready to throw him onto his back.
"Hey, watch it, Mr. Beakerino! You might poke an eye out with that schnoz!"
"I don't think I could get close enough to your eyes, Rotundo Man! Your huge gut's in the way!" Mulder struggled against Alex who had managed to grab his wrists and stop the attack. He was forcing Mulder back against the couch.
He managed to trap Mulder's legs again and started tickling his sides.
Mulder let out a screech and tried to stop Alex, but he couldn't get a hold of those squirming hands.
"Stop! I can't take it!" he yelled, laughing and screaming at the same time.
"I'm going to tickle you until you take back the fat jokes!"
"Never! Fatty fatty two by four can't fit." Alex stepped up the tickling so Mulder couldn't continue talking.
"Say it! Say you're sorry! Say I'm not fat!" Alex was laughing almost as hard as Mulder; he knew Mulder would have to cave soon.
"I give!.Sorry!.You're thin as a rail!" gasped Mulder between breaths. He collapsed back against the sofa as Alex stopped the tickling. He closed his eyes until he could control his breathing again.
When Mulder felt in control again, he opened his eyes to see Alex smirking at him; he was still straddling Mulder's legs. Alex leaned against Mulder to ravage his mouth. Mulder wrapped his arms around Alex's neck as he pulled him deeper into the kiss. Skinner, who had been staring speechless at their fighting, threw up his hands in despair at the antics of his two lovers. He stalked back out of the living room.
"Baby, baby, stop for a minute," Mulder said as he pulled back from the kiss.
"No," murmured Alex as he returned his lips to Mulder's.
"Wait, I want to ask you something." Mulder said as he broke away again.
"What?" moaned Alex. He hated when Mulder got into these moods.
"I'm bored. I want to go out! It's New Year's Eve, for god's sake! I don't want to sit here anymore, I feel trapped."
Alex looked into his lover's big hazel eyes; he could never deny Mulder anything.
"Anyplace in particular?"
"You know the Manhole is always great on New Year's Eve; that's where we went last year. You'd remember but you got so drunk I believe you passed out!" Mulder grinned at the memory of that night; drunk himself, he had thrown Alex over his shoulder and struggled to carry him up the stairs to their apartment. He managed to bang Alex's head against every doorknob, post, and wall he passed. The poor man had such a hangover the next morning, but he didn't know Mulder himself inflicted half of it!
"What about Skinner? He doesn't seem the club-hopping type!" Alex said, thinking that it would be a great idea to go out. He had been feeling antsy too.
"You never know until you ask! Besides, I'm sure he wouldn't mind being designated driver!"
"OK, let's ask!"
The Manhole
December 31st
10:30 p.m.
"I can't believe I let you guys talk me into this!" grumbled Skinner as he parked the car along a side street in downtown D.C. A steady stream of gay couples and groups were heading toward the trendiest nightclub in the city. Skinner was surprised to see how many women were included in these groups.
"My adrenaline is flowing already, Alex! I'm so excited!"
Alex turned to look at Mulder; his eyes were huge, and he looked a little flushed. He knew how much Mulder enjoyed the whole spectacle of the gay scene. Since hooking up with Skinner they had spent most of their time as a threesome playing house. Once the holidays were over, they would have to return to a more normal lifestyle, and Skinner would just have to cope.
"I'm right there with you, babe," replied Alex.
"Are you two going to ignore me the rest of the evening?" Skinner said.
"Of course not! You're going to have a great time, I promise!" said Mulder as he got out of the car. He adjusted his leather pants as he waited for Alex. He and Alex were dressed in identical skintight leather pants and white, silk, sleeveless T-shirts. They were wearing Doc Martens and black leather jackets. The only discernable difference in their attire was the jackets - Alex was wearing his short bomber-style jacket and Mulder was wearing his longer, hip-length boxy jacket. They wrapped their arms around each other and waited for Skinner. The longest discussion that evening after the one to convince Skinner to come with them was what he was to wear. He had wanted to wear a sport coat and khakis; Mulder had wanted him to wear torn jeans and a T-shirt; Alex wanted him to wear an all-black ensemble.
Skinner had been outvoted immediately on the sport coat. Alex might have gone along with the jeans and T-shirt but Skinner didn't want to let Mulder anywhere near his jeans with scissors. Mulder had made a few choice comments about ironing creases into jeans and whatnot, but relented in the end. The trio had finally agreed on a black turtleneck shirt and black jeans.
Mulder could barely contain himself he was so excited; he pulled Alex into a long, lingering kiss while he fondled his ass in the leather jeans. Several of the groups walking by the parking lot let out whistles and catcalls at the two gorgeous men making out. Mulder blushed slightly as he pulled away from Alex.
"Oh, now you're getting shy on me, you little tramp?" Alex said playfully, slapping Mulder on the backside.
"See how long it's been since we've gone out?"
"Yeah babe, I hear you." Alex held tight to Mulder. "Are you ready yet?" he yelled at Skinner.
"Yes, I'm ready. Hold your horses." Skinner came around the front of the car and headed to where his lovers were standing. He could feel an erection spring to life looking at the two of them. They were both so gorgeous, and the loving way that they stood there with their arms around each other was turning him on to no end. These two are MINE! he thought. Even if he felt like a total idiot going to a club like the Manhole, at least he knew he'd be the envy of everyone there.
"Let's go," he said as he inserted himself between the two, taking Alex in his left arm and Mulder in his right. Mulder giggled like a schoolgirl as they headed toward the entrance of the club.
"Now Skinner, this is a club where they pick you to go in, so play it cool. You have to look like you don't want to go in. Now, we know all the bouncers and bartenders here, so we're going to skip to the front of the line," said Alex.
"And don't be surprised if we bestow a little kiss or a little fondling here or there. It's all part of the game, OK?" Mulder said, suddenly feeling nervous. He and Alex knew how things worked, but Skinner was new to the whole thing.
"I'm not an infant, Mulder. And believe it or not I've been to a few nightclubs too," he replied, squeezing Mulder tight against his waist.
"OK, OK, you don't have to go Neanderthal on me!"
Alex and Mulder started greeting people they knew in line as they walked to the door. Skinner noticed the bouncer sitting on a stool outside the door - he was huge and looked mean. He didn't think a little flirting was going to get them in. He was startled when Alex and Mulder extricated themselves from his arms and rushed up to the bouncer.
"Bruce! How are you doing, big man? Long time, no see!" cried Mulder as he sat in the bouncer's lap. He threw his arms around the huge neck and planted a kiss squarely on the lips.
"So, the dynamic duo is back, eh? Who have you been annoying lately?" Bruce replied as he wrapped his arms around Mulder and Alex.
"Oh, you know, we've been here and there. We like to spread the joy, you know what I mean?" purred Alex as he leaned into Bruce.
"Who's the stiff you brought with you?" Bruce said, jerking his head towards Skinner, who stood about five feet away looking very stormy.
"Funny you should call him stiff! He's our new little plaything. He caught us being very, very bad and tied us up until we had been thoroughly punished! Isn't that right, Walter?" Mulder said, beckoning Skinner over.
"You know, Walter, my ass still hurts from the spanking you gave me last night!" Alex yelled to the delight of the crowd.
"You two are incorrigible! He looks like just the type to keep you in line! Now get in there and don't make me throw you out later, OK boys?"
"We promise, don't we Fox?" Alex said, giving Bruce a kiss.
"I never make promises!" Mulder replied saucily as he dragged Skinner into the club.
The Manhole
December 31st
11:59 p.m.
"Five! Four! Three! Two! One! Happy New Year!" Mulder, Alex, and Skinner were clinging to each other in a group hug attempting a group kiss as midnight struck. The club was packed with party-goers and there was hardly any room to move.
"Luckily, Walter, the lightweights will leave within the next ten minutes and the real party begins!" Mulder yelled above the din. He and Alex had been dancing for the past hour, and sweat had plastered his hair to his forehead. He looked at the equally sweaty Alex, who had a huge grin on his face. They were both extremely drunk, having been drinking since they arrived. A lot of the regulars had missed them and had been buying them drinks.
"The real party?" shouted Skinner. "So what's been going on since we got here?" He was burning up in the outfit he had on, but he was having a good time. He had spent the past hour watching his two lovers dance and flirt with everybody in the club. It seems they had quite a reputation around the club.
"Oh, this is just the warm-up. Alex, come with me, I gotta pee!" Mulder said, staggering out of Skinner's embrace toward the men's room.
"Again? You just went a while ago!" Alex replied, swaying a little.
"Just come with me!" Mulder said, grabbing Alex's arm.
"Ok, I'll go. Walter, watch our seats, ok?" Alex said. He wrapped his arm around Mulder's waist and escorted him to the restroom.
"Those two are something, aren't they?" said the bartender as Skinner turned around to grab his club soda.
"Yes, they are."
"How long have you been a threesome? If you don't mind me asking. My name is Dean, by the way."
"I don't mind, Dean. It's been a couple of months. I didn't know they were lovers at the time - they surprised me with it. Do you know them personally?" Skinner asked, curious to know how his two lovers had acted before.
"Fox and I go back quite a few years. When he first moved to D.C. he was a friend of my brother. My brother knew we were both gay and thought we might hit it off. We didn't click romantically, but we became friends."
"Did you know Alex?" Skinner asked.
"No, not until he started coming to the club, and after he and Fox hooked up. I was very happy to see that happen."
"You were? Why?"
"Well, Fox was kind of sleeping around - he was the typical lost little boy looking for love. So many people think you can get that from meaningless sex, although I don't know where they get that idea. When he met Alex, though, one night at the club, I think it was love at first site. He may flirt and dance with a lot of people, but he is now a one-man man. They've been very happy ever since."
"That's an interesting story. They never told me any of that."
"I think that's because they're lives really started after they met each other. Everything before that means nothing now."
"It's nice to know Fox has such good friends; thanks for sharing."
"You seem like a nice guy. If Fox and Alex have decided to include you in their relationship, you must be something special."
"Well, I don't know about *that*," said Skinner, blushing at the thought.
"Oh, I think you are. And there have been quite a few people who have noticed you, Mr. .?"
"Skinner, but call me Walter. Fox hasn't told me about you?"
"We haven't talked for a couple of months."
"Oh," said Skinner, turning back to face the dance floor as Dean moved along to serve more customers. He thought about his two lovers being lost until they found each other. He felt very privileged that their love was big enough to include him. Speaking of his two lovers, where were they?
"Alex, I can pee by myself. I don't need your help!" Mulder laughed as he tried to unzip his pants. His hands were too sweaty to get a grip on the zipper. Alex was wiping his hands on a towel so he could help.
"Just let me help you baby, OK?" he said as he grabbed the waistline of Mulder's pants and yanked the zipper down.
"There you go, baby, now do your business."
"Ok," Mulder said as he leaned one hand against the wall and proceeded to pee. He let out a sigh as the pressure in his bladder subsided. He knew it had been trouble to go earlier - everybody knew that after the first drunk pee you'd be back in the restroom every 15 minutes for the rest of the evening.
"How much did you drink, Fox?" marveled Alex.
"Not a lot," he replied as he finally finished. He tucked himself back in and looked at the zipper.
"Alex?" he said in a little boy voice, looking at Alex then at his zipper.
"OK, I'll zip you up," answered Alex. He wiped his hands on the towel again and pulled the zipper up.
"Thanks, honey-pie," Mulder said as he put his arms around Alex's neck and kissed him. He leaned in close to grind his crotch into Alex's.
"Move it, sweet cheeks," growled a man who was trying to get to the urinal.
Alex pulled Mulder aside as they continued their explorations.
"I like it when you're all hot and sweaty, hon," murmured Mulder into Alex's mouth. Despite all the alcohol he was feeling incredibly horny. "I want you to fuck me now. Please?" Mulder started stroking Alex's crotch, feeling the fullness of his hard-on. "Yummy, doe's honey-pie have something for his little Foxy-woxy?"
"Baby, you are drunk!" Alex tried to wriggle away from Mulder's hands, but his own level of intoxication was hampering him. The stroking did feel good, and besides, isn't fucking what men's rooms in gay clubs were for?
"Yeah, and I'm horny too!" Mulder continued stroking Alex.
"OK, let's move over here." Alex led Mulder over to the bathroom stall at the end of the row furthest from the door; it would provide them with a modicum of privacy since there were no doors on any of the stalls. As they stumbled into the stall, Mulder dropped to his knees and fumbled with Alex's fly. He managed to pull it down and pull out the large erection Alex was hiding.
"What a nice piece of meat," he said as he licked his lips and started to devour the cock. Alex moaned at Mulder's expert mouth work; his knees started to feel a little wobbly. In his heightened state it didn't take long for him to feel an orgasm coming on.
"I'm coming," he cried as Mulder held his cock firmly in his mouth, swallowing every bit of come. Krycek groped for anything to hold himself up with, finally latching onto a hook in the wall. He closed his eyes until he could pull himself together. Meanwhile, Fox stood up and undid his pants. He leaned against Alex's trembling body, kissing him. "Fuck me now!" he said loudly, stumbling around a little. He pulled his pants down to his knees, then grabbed Alex's cock to stroke it back to life.
Mulder turned to face the wall, spreading his legs and arching his back as much as he could to give his lover easy access. Alex's senses were inflamed at seeing his lover present himself in such a sexual manner. He spat on his hand then stroked Mulder's asshole, lubricating it as much as he could.
Mulder moaned loudly when he felt Alex slip two fingers into his ass. "Yeah, that feels so good, Alex!" Mulder said.
"Hush, baby, not so loud," replied Alex. He worked his fingers in and out, slipping a third and finally a fourth finger in. Mulder let out another loud moan and started humping his ass against Alex's hand. He pulled his fingers out and positioned his cock at the puckered opening. He sank his cock in to the root.
"Yes, that's it! Fuck me, Alex, fuck me!" cried Mulder as Alex began pumping his cock in and out. Mulder spread his legs as far as he could - his pants were still around his knees - to get better leverage for humping back against his lover. Alex grabbed Mulder's waist to control his movements better. It felt wonderful to sink into that tight asshole, to hear his lover's uncontrollable cries of passion. He reached around to stroke Mulder's raging erection. It didn't take long for them both to climax together. Mulder let out a loud, inarticulate cry as he shot his load against the bathroom wall; Alex yelped as he shot his come deep into Mulder's bowels. He leaned heavily against Mulder as he tried to control his breathing, kissing the side of Mulder's neck.
"Thank you, hon," Mulder whispered as he relaxed into Alex's embrace. His eyes popped open when he heard cheering and applause; they had collected quite an audience for their lovemaking. Mulder grinned as he turned to look at Alex's beet-red face.
"We always put on a good show, don't we?"
"That's enough," said a quiet voice.
Both men looked to see Skinner's large body blocking the stall door. "I think it's time to go home now." Skinner didn't know if he should be mad or not. It wasn't like they were cheating on him or each other, but to make such a spectacle of themselves! "We're going to have a long talk when we get home. Or maybe tomorrow," he amended as he saw his drunken lovers' attempts to straighten their clothes. Mulder was completely unable to pull his pants up, so Skinner pushed him against the wall and did the job for him. Alex finally managed, but only because he hadn't actually pulled his pants down.
Skinner led the two men out of the restroom amidst more catcalls and comments. Mulder waved happily at his appreciative audience; Alex was even getting into the spirit of the thing.
"We're going home now," Skinner repeated since Mulder looked like he was ready to veer off to the dance floor.
"OK, big boy, whatever you say," giggled Mulder.
Skinner rolled his eyes as he led the two of them out the door.
Cape Haven
January 1st
3:30 a.m.
Skinner finished tucking Mulder into bed next to Alex. Both of them had passed out on the way back home, so he had carried them to the bedroom and removed their clothes. He could still smell the smoke and alcohol from the club, but they would just have to bathe in the morning. He was picking up the clothes from the floor when he felt a light tickling on his ankle. He looked quickly, thinking a bug or something had crawled on his leg. Seeing nothing, he returned to his task. He jumped a little when he felt the tickle again. Maybe it was a mouse? He still couldn't find anything, but the thought of a mouse running around bothered him, so he looked under the bed. No mice, but he did see a box. There was no name on the box, so he thought it would be OK to open it.
Skinner brought the box to the kitchen where he was warming up some milk. He opened it as he sipped the warm milk. He almost dropped his mug when he saw the contents. Spender was Fox's father? Spender? What is the meaning of this? Did Fox get this or did Alex? Does Fox know?
Skinner was contemplating the consequences of such a thing when he started shivering. It felt like the temperature in the kitchen had dropped 30 degrees in just a minute. He was freezing! Suddenly he had a very distinct feeling that he was being watched. His skin was crawling; the fear was strong and seemed to emanating from - the door to the cellar! He had placed a very sturdy deadbolt on the cellar door, not wanting to risk either of his lovers going down there. He was the only one with a key, and he kept it with him at all times. He kept his eyes on the door as he slowly moved toward the door to the living room. He stopped in horror when he saw and heard the deadbolt lock slowly turning! It was the kind of lock that you needed the key to open from either side. His heart was in his mouth as the lock finally clicked open. Who - what was going to open the door? The temperature in the kitchen dropped even lower; Skinner could see his breath now. The door sprung open with a mighty bang and the lights went out in the kitchen.
Skinner regained the use of his legs as he sprinted upstairs to their bedroom where his gun was. He slammed the bedroom door shut and locked it. He retrieved his gun from the drawer in which it was stashed. Luckily, the lights still worked in this room; he turned on all of them, not caring if he awoke his two lovers. He stood leaning against the wall of the bedroom, gun cocked, his eyes locked on the door. Was he hearing things? No! He could hear footsteps, heavy, lumbering footsteps coming up the stairs. He looked at Mulder and Alex - they were both oblivious to the world. He leaned over and tried to shake Mulder awake, but only sent him deeper under the covers.
His heart was racing as the footsteps stopped outside the door. Skinner pointed the gun directly at the door as someone started rattling the doorknob and banging on the door. There was no other sounds - no talking or yelling or breathing, just the rattling and banging. Skinner felt the temperature drop in this room too as his breath became visible. I'm going to have a heart attack if this doesn't stop, he thought. He didn't know how long he had been standing there when the noises abruptly stopped; the room felt warm again. He breathed a sigh of relief and sank to the ground. He started shaking uncontrollably. There was something definitely wrong with this house, but he didn't know what he was going to do about it. It was going to be a very long night.
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