r3-Nicole-p1
November 7, 1999
Flight 1034
7:30 PMThe plane hit an air pocket and he let go of Alex's hand to rescue his drink set in the small indention in the armrest. Alex's hand simply rested on Fox's forearm and Fox smiled to himself, loving that Alex wanted to touch him. A flash of light on the wing drew his attention and for a moment he thought back to the events leading to this, he and Alex headed for Hamilton, Bermuda
Sitting on the plane, first class no less, Mulder stared out the window. The endless blue of the sky met the sea and Mulder squinted trying to see where the two became one. Not an easy thing to do over the azure water. His hand was squeezed lightly; Alex's middle finger lazily rubbing the sensitive flesh of Fox's palm and he looked into his lover's sexy eyes with a smile.
"How you doing?" Alex asked, his eyes searching for any sign of discomfort in Fox's face.
Mulder nodded, grinned and squeezed Alex's hand back. "I'm great."
"What were you thinking of?"
Mulder pursed his lips, "Nothing really, just the look on Scully's face when she knew I was *really* going off with you." He smiled a bit. "She wanted to say something, but didn't. How could she? She was the one to encourage me to go."
The light changed and Fox's face was bathed in a golden light and Alex found himself startled once more at how young Fox looked. The gold-tipped dark lashes caught the light and the green in the hazel took prominence. Alex had to clench his free hand tight to resist the urge to finger the lush lips. "She seems to want to accept it," Alex sighed wishing Fox wasn't such a stickler for the "no sex in public" rule. He wanted to devour him, inch, by slow inch.
Mulder nodded. After Alex had described the trip he'd planned for the two of them, Mulder had come up with every reason he could think of why he couldn't take time off...especially the length of time Alex was suggesting. A month at least. The initial suggestion of two weeks had faded as Alex had become more and more excited. Much to Fox's dismay. In the end it was Scully who convinced him of the need for time. She had come to Mulder's apartment, given Alex one long considering look that had been an attempt at a threatening glare, but her looks made it almost laughable, and then ignored Alex completely. Mulder had noted that Alex had left the room holding his hand cupped over his mouth.
It wasn't really funny. He was personally aware of just how much respect he had lost from everyone. While people worried about lost youth, they never once considered how bothersome it was to be treated as if one was two eggs short of a dozen. Scully had checked out his injuries and had been very satisfied with his progress. They talked, for what seemed like days, about what they were going to do...about what *he* was doing with Alex. Both were a bit appalled at their behavior during their argument several days earlier. They had acted like juveniles, name-calling and recriminations flying between them as if they weren't both seasoned adults and best friends. Both were ashamed of the way they had handled themselves. Mulder most of all. Had he really called her a selfish bitch? She had been right to point out her loyalty to him. Despite everything she had always done anything and everything to protect him. But, he did not regret defending Alex.
They had come to an understanding, there, sitting on his beaten down, leather couch. She would not approve of his relationship with Alex, but she would not interfere. He had agreed to try and understand her difficulty with the situation, but he would no longer hide Alex from the world. In the end they had joked about things, she had scolded him for another dead fish floating in his tank while he fished it out with mock shame. She'd seen the brochures on the kitchen counter when they'd gone in for some coffee.
"Planning a trip, or just wishful thinking," she'd teased.
"Alex wants to take me away from all this," he'd replied. "Personally I think it is just his way of keeping me from having to dress in spandex again. And I can't say I blame him for that."
Scully had grinned, but thumbed through the package. "First class. My, my he must do well at his job."
Mulder ignored the mild jab and shrugged his shoulders. "I guess. I don't think we'll go. I can't take that much time off."
"Oh? Why not? In case you haven't heard, we aren't exactly being given tough cases anymore." There was a load of bitterness in her voice.
He opened the refrigerator and glumly stared at the remains of the dinner Alex had prepared for them. "Tell me about it. I called in yesterday and talked to Mears."
"Mears as in the one in charge of the forensics labs?"
He nodded and pulled out the remains of the roast beef. "Want a sandwich?"
"Roast beef?" She had said, surprised.
"What can I say, Alex is a killer cook."
She had raised a brow at his tongue-in-cheek humor and sat at the table. "Okay, a sandwich would be nice."
"Let me just go Alex if he wants anything." He had gone in to the bedroom finding Alex coiled on the bed reading a book and felt the tenderest feeling. Alex looked so beautiful, so innocent. His green eyes glittering over the edges of the non-fiction account of one battle or the other.
"You want a roast beef sandwich, baby," Fox asked, drifting toward the bed. He reached out and caressed Alex's cheek where the sunlight touched the grizzled skin. "You need a shave."
Alex had rubbed his face into Mulder's palm. "I thought you liked this look."
"God, I do," Mulder groaned. The black stubble on Alex's face just made him look sexier, dangerous and beautiful. He wanted to feel that stubble between his thighs. Wanted to feel it rubbed against his tender flesh, before Alex soothed the burn with his hot tongue.
"If something turns you on, makes you look at me the way you are now, why in the hell should I change it?" Alex asked. Mulder face was flushed with the beginnings of passion and he wanted nothing more than to pull him down to the bed and devour him whole.
"Because Scully is here...and I have sandwiches to make," Mulder said, not even aware that he sounded like an idiot.
Krycek smiled indulgently. "Okay, baby...I'll shave. And no I don't want a sandwich."
Mulder nodded, satisfied, but still he lingered at Alex's side. Until Alex had chuckled, "If you don't stop staring at me like that, Scully is going to hear me make you pant and beg and scream." His smile broadened as Fox's breath had been drawn in with a shivering gasp.
Mulder fled back to Scully who raised a brow at his flushed face, but discretely said nothing.
As Mulder made the sandwiches she asked, "So, you spoke to Mears?"
He nodded. "Yeah. He made it pretty clear he wasn't at all sure I was still capable of understanding what he was taking about. He said he'd make sure to give the same information to Agent Martin as if I wouldn't be able to understand the most basic concept."
"Agent Martin?"
"Yes, one of the newest X-File members," Fox had drawled. "The thing is, Mears and I have worked together for years...he's never doubted my ability to do the job. He might have doubted my sanity but not my mental capacity. And the meetings? Forget it."
Dana nodded. She knew exactly what he was talking about. The meetings had turned into a parody. Agents stared at them as if they were freaks or simply dismissed them outright. She'd even heard snickering as she'd offered an opinion on the medical aspects of one of the ongoing investigations. She had glared at the culprit, but he had stared back at her, wholly unimpressed. The man she had been seeing, Tom Star, had suddenly backed away from her as if she were contagious. Though she had no real feeling for him, it had illuminated, quite well, how hard it was going to be for her to date anyone in her age bracket...her *real* age bracket.
"I think you should go, Mulder. I-I've been thinking seriously about...taking a prolonged leave myself."
He had stared at her with shock. If she left him, what would he do? Who would work with him?
"Let's face it, Mulder, no one is going to take me seriously. I look like a child. I can't even get a cup of coffee without someone telling me caffeine will stunt my growth."
Mulder frowned at her look of pain. "I'm sorry, Scully. I shouldn't have dragged you down to Georgia. This is all my fault."
"Don't you dare blame yourself. I got on the damn carousel...you only got on to save me."
"You wouldn't have gotten on the carousel if I hadn't dragged you to Georgia," he said stubbornly.
"Whatever, Mulder," she'd said tiredly. "Go on your trip. Enjoy it. What are you going to miss out on? More undercover operations where the only role you can take is of some innocent kid?"
He'd stared at her. "Where will you go? What will you do?"
"I don't know. I am not quitting the Bureau, but I thought a little time away to clear my head would be just the thing."
He had had to face the veracity of her words. As it stood, no one was going to give them a chance to prove themselves. If they did well on a case, credit would go to their co-workers. It was amazing how much stock people put in physical appearance. For years divisions around the country had been asking for Scully's help on cases...him too. Suddenly it all stopped. Their experience meant nothing. Their true age was irrelevant. Their qualifications were doubted. Even by people who knew them well.
After that, all Mulder had to do was to tell Skinner of his decision. Skinner. The only man who treated them as he'd always done, though he did seem to stare at them both with a confused look on his face from time to time. In all it had been two weeks since he'd come home from the hospital to Alex. Two weeks of working on cases he hated and being shoved aside in discussions not because his ideas were wild, but because they were immediately discounted.
What was even strange was that even at his new age of anywhere from twenty to twenty-three he should have gotten more respect. It was as if the other agents in the Bureau truly thought his mind *must* have been effected by such a dramatic experience. He was suspect in a way he had never been before, no matter the offbeat tenor of his ideas.
And so it was that both Mulder and Scully had applied for and received open-ended leaves. Skinner had tried to act as if he wanted them to stay on, but even he seemed a bit relieved that his agents weren't going to be used in the way they had. He pulled them both aside and promised to try and work thing out...try to find out what he could about the carnival and the dark man who owned it. But, Mulder knew it was pointless. In all his life, searches and quests had led him only to hardship. Still, he'd thanked Skinner, and when he had shaken the big hand Skinner offered, there was real regret in both men's eyes.
As for Alex, there had been no problems sexually, in fact, if anything the sex had gotten better, hotter. Alex couldn't get enough and Fox...well he had endurance he had forgotten about. But, Mulder had still sensed some reluctance on Alex's part to accept that Mulder was really the same. He'd become a bit more protective, which was hard to do, he'd even seemed a bit patronizing from time to time...as if Fox were some silly child. When Mulder pointed these moments out to Alex, his lover had been genuinely repentant, but a look in Alex's eyes made Mulder suspect that even Alex was unsure as to whether the change hadn't really effected Murder's mental capabilities. Mulder couldn't blame him...or anyone for that. He'd seen things in Scully that she would never had done before...as if the age regression was slowly affecting her attitude. She lacked none of her intelligence, but she'd blow bubbles with abandon or giggle girlishly while studying case files. She was a paradox at times.
Maybe there was something to it. Maybe in some ways the age change had effected them emotionally.
It was something he'd even seen in himself. He wouldn't really feel different, but things affected him differently. When Alex raised his voice or berated him for some tiny thing that he would have laughed about before, he got uncomfortable or hurt. Alex was now making an effort to avoid these scenes, scenes which used to give them such pleasure in the end...Alex disgruntled and Fox making him feel better. A game...a sensual game. Now Alex was so careful with him, like he was a china doll with the emotions of a child. It made Mulder crazy, but he hid it from his lover, Alex was trying. It would just take time.
Maybe this trip was what just what they needed. He could convince Alex that he was the same. That even though he was being sensitive now, surely it wasn't a physiological thing. He could only hope it wasn't. He was nearly forty for God's sake. He caught himself wringing his hands and with a small noise of frustration he stilled them. Wringing his hands? Jesus.
Alex watched Mulder. Smiling a bit at the intent look on the young face. What was he pondering? What secrets was he trying to unravel? The flight attendant, a young, pretty thing, smiled at him invitingly and he nodded disinterestedly. Her eyes traveled down to the juncture of his thighs and she licked her glossy, red lips. Alex deliberately reached out to Fox and curled his fingers so his knuckles stroked Fox's cheek. Fox turned with a smile and Alex leaned to him, capturing the plump lips with his own. The flight attendant gave him a hateful glare and Alex had to chuckle.
Fox pulled away with pink cheeks, looking around embarrassed by Alex's public display of affection, but still smiling happily at his beautiful lover. He was fine when they were in situations that two males being affectionate wouldn't raise brows, but for some reason in other situations he was embarrassed by it...not enough to deny Alex a kiss when he wanted one of course, but enough to make him blush. His gaze caught that of a flight attendant. She was glaring at him with a look of utter contempt on her beautiful face. Her venom startled him and his smile vanished. He stared at her for a second and she rolled her eyes before turning away in disgust.
He looked at Alex fleetingly then out the window once more. No matter what anyone said, two men loving one another would always run into someone who would be repulsed by their love. He knew what she was thinking. Faggots. He hated that word. Her look screamed it though she said not a word. Why did he care that she was a narrow-minded bitch? Why would the opinion of someone he didn't know, someone who he wouldn't even *want* to know, matter to him? He ignored the new sensitivity that plagued him and gritted his teeth. He turned back to Alex who was now staring in the flight attendant's direction with that same blank, deadly stare he reserved for those who had trespassed in some way. As always that look made him nervous. Not for himself but for the recipient of that considering stare.
He took Alex's face in his hand and was only momentarily surprised when Alex's resisted the movement, keeping the woman in his sights so-to-speak. But he persevered and finally Alex's eyes met his. Without a word Mulder pressed his lips to Alex's and kissed him deeply, his tongue seeking and gaining entrance to the hot recesses of Alex's mouth. Alex melted into him and they enjoyed the kiss, blind and deaf to anyone around them.
When Mulder pulled away, he cupped Alex's face. "I love you."
Alex smiled, the brilliant smile that made Mulder weak. "You better, 'cause I sure as Hell love you," Alex husked. His eyes caressed the smooth planes of Fox's face, frowning as the memory of the hurt look on Fox's face at that bitch's glare. She was lucky she was a woman. That was all he knew. But, even women could get what was coming to them, especially women who made Fox look the way he had looked.
"Relax and let it go," Mulder chuckled, seeing the dark look work its way back on to Alex's face. He moved one hand to Alex's thigh and squeezed. "We have a whole month to enjoy. Let's not let one flight attendant get it started off on a wrong foot. She glared...so what?"
"She hurt your feelings," Alex growled.
"So what? That's my problem. I have to get used to it, Alex. We might be going to a resort during gay month, but when we come back to the real world we're going to have to be around people like her."
Alex frowned, but nodded. "Fine."
Mulder smiled at the surly tone. It was hard to remember that Alex was actually younger than him, but at that moment he was reminded clearly. "Did my poor, baby, want to spill the drink cart on the mean girl?"
Alex grinned suddenly. "Oh that would have been fun."
Mulder laughed. "Be nice."
***
Pirate's Glen
Hamilton, Bermuda
November 7, 1999
10:00 PMThey arrived late to the resort, but neither were tired in the slightest. Their room was a lush invitation to long nights of passion. Sumptuously decorated with a large, open window through which a tropical breeze played. The bed was even larger and Mulder had to grin lustfully as he imagined Alex sprawled nude on its linen sheets.
"Get your mind out of the gutter GI man," Krycek scolded as he wrapped his arms about Fox's waist, rubbing Fox's belly with nimble fingers. "I want to take you out and show you off."
"You do?" Mulder was genuinely surprised.
"Yes," Krycek said, nipping at the sensitive flesh behind Mulder's ear, "I do. And I have the perfect thing for you to wear."
Mulder smiled and leaned into the embrace. "Oh? Picking out my clothes now?"
"Just tonight."
"Hmm, that's a little serious don't you think?" He smiled as Alex's warm tongue lapped at him with small kittenish strokes.
"You'll love it. It's short and black and made of spandex."
Mulder elbowed him with a little laugh. "Bastard."
"C'mon, let me show you," Alex urged as he went to the luggage where the porter had left it. He poked around for a few moments, frowning as he pulled out a long pair of swim trunks with garish flamencos decorating them. "I didn't pack...Fox!"
Mulder just smiled.
Alex sighed at his lover's odd sense of humor and resumed searching. "You might have sneaked something useful into my luggage."
"Like what...handcuffs?"
Alex grinned, "Oh, baby, you're so romantic."
"What's the matter, sexy, don't you like to be tied down and helpless?" Mulder moved toward Alex. "Let's just stay in here tonight...I have everything I need."
Alex grabbed Fox's questing hand, kissed then moved it away. "Ah...here it is," he said satisfied, pulling out a Nordstrom's bag.
Mulder, expecting some odd arrangement or sexual toy, was mildly surprised when Alex revealed a seemingly innocuous outfit. "Black sweater and gray pants....nice."
Alex grinned. "Put them on. You'll like it."
Mulder sighed, but smiled. He shouldn't have been expected PVC, Alex would never approve of showing him off that much. The sweater was silk extremely thin, with a shallow v-neck , short-sleeved and small. He looked at Alex, "This is not going to flow well." He grinned as he said it, eagerly taking off his knit shirt to try the sweater on.
"Shower first," Alex ordered and Fox brightened. "Just a shower. You are such a little slut," he teased.
Fox pouted and went to the bathroom. He saw the large tub and wanted to make Alex take a long bubble bath so that he could enjoy staring at him. But, Alex was determined to go out...so they would go out. He would just keep his lover up late after they returned.
***
Private Island in the Caribbean
November 7, 1999
8:30 PMCain Sterling sat nude in the fading light that bathed one of the upper balconies. He was bored. Utterly. His toys didn't interest him anymore. The well-built executive had been sent back to the States as had many of the others. He kept only a few young ones to play with. Though he liked breaking older, powerful men, he liked the supple flesh of young men in his bed. Breaking down the older men with intense pain had given him such pleasure, but he didn't spend hours toying with their bodies sexually. It was quite a different thing to take one's pleasure between plump, ripe cheeks, to taste the pink flesh hiding there, to pinch pebbled nipples and lick youth-dewed skin. The pain was there for the young ones as well, but forced sex wasn't enough to break the older men, nor did he desire it from them.
He had spent years perfecting his art of making the perfect slave. Whether he kept the broken remains was left entirely to whim. He could break any man, and he'd broken many. The young were easily intimidated and though they bounced back more quickly from the rigors of Sterling's pleasure, it was the toughened men on which he had to practice his craft. The executive had broken too easily. A disappointment in that he did not have the chance to hone his own skill.
Strip the toys of all their hope.
Give them pain and pleasure.
Then the small niceties. The warm food. Water for parched lips. In the case of the young and beautiful, a soft bed upon which they were given more intimate pleasure.
Take it all away again for the slightest mistake.
Start again.
Until they came to crave his approval. Came to believe that he was their savior, even as he made them scream. Until they would crawl to eat from his hands. Until they would feel pleasure when he was pleased. Until the greatest reward was to spend another night in a soft bed. His bed.
The toy at his feet was one such slave. Head bent, tanned limbs obediently spread as he kneeled at Sterling's feet. Black hair, so black it had a blue sheen to it. Dark eyes always ready to anticipate Sterling's needs. Lips wet and parted.
But, Sterling was bored. Rogers had called with a promise of something wonderful, something unique. He stroked the bent head absently, almost affectionately as he thought of the one thing he wanted more than anything. The man he had been waiting for. The perfect conquest.
He tugged on the hair smiling at the gasp of pain the sharp pull elicited. A perfect slave knew never to hide any aspect of his pleasure or pain. Sterling loved gasps and groans as much as screams. The toy moved quickly, gracefully, between Sterling thighs and ran his moist lips up and down the rigid cock. Sterling watched absently as his toy begun to give him head. Nice mouth, skillful. He let the pleasure of that talented mouth take him. Later he would see how the toy liked electric torture.
***
Palace Suites
Hamilton, Bermuda
November 7, 1999
11:00 PMRogers was advised that the two unwitting lovers had arrived in Hamilton. He'd made sure of the destination of the two men. Plastic was one of the largest nightclubs in the city, a virtual treasure trove of beauty and wealth. He had arrived in Hamilton before Agent Mulder and his decidedly beautiful lover. In normal circumstances he would have simply moved quickly and taken the pretty Fox, leaving his lover to wonder what had become of him. But, these were not normal circumstances. The first thing that made him decide on caution was that the prey was an FBI agent. The second was that he had been unable to find any information on the lover. Save for his name. Alex Krycek was a mystery. He didn't like mysteries.
He decided to wait...to watch the two. Set up a test or two to see the nature of the mysterious Krycek. His instinct for survival, which had seen him through two, wars urged him to go lightly with this one. He knew the two were in Bermuda for at least a month. He could spare a few weeks on caution. He might simply be being overly cautious...perhaps this Krycek would fail the tests. Perhaps he would just glare and grumble when Rogers' men toyed with the sweet Fox. If so then they would move ahead and bring Cain his prize. If Krycek had fangs, then he would have to move carefully. The end was going to be the same, but a few weeks to gain such a lovely prize was nothing in the scheme of things.
He picked up his digital phone and after a brief conversation with one of his contacts, he arranged the first test. He had simply to wait to see the result. A mild test this one. One gained nothing by being too obvious.
***
Plastic
Hamilton, Bermuda
November 7, 1999
11:30 PMThe music was so loud that Mulder could barely hear Alex as he suggested they find a place to sit. He nodded and grabbed Alex around the waist. "This place is huge," he said into Alex's ear.
Alex pursed his lips, eyeing the large, mostly male crowd. Three levels of partygoers packed the club. The central dance floor was framed with balconies from which people on the other levels could look down and watch. Men and women danced in cages handing from the ceiling, all dressed but barely so. He led Fox through the crowd and toward on of the curving staircases, glaring at anyone who tried to catch his eye.
A security guard stood watch at the foot of the stairs, controlling who would be allowed to go onto the next floor. A throng of people waited to catch his eye to be allowed up, but he seemed to ignore them. A pretty, young, blonde man touched the guard's face with a flirty smile and the guard let him pass. Others were told to move back and make room.
Not waiting in line Alex pulled Fox forward, gave the man a stare and pulled Fox passed him. The guard just grinned at them, not even thinking of refusing the beautiful pair. He turned his head to watch them alight, his mouth dry. The older of the two was wearing black, black leather jeans and a black T-shirt, aloof but incredibly sexy, with a body that made him want to rip the clothes off. The younger man's ass was the thing he stared at as it passed, encased in plain, gray slacks. He had to turn his attention away as other, less attractive men tried to repeat the actions of the two.
Mulder caught a glimpse of himself in one of the many mirrors on the second floor. Thought the outfit was nice, elegant even, despite the bit too small sweater shirt, but it was not flashy. He smiled. Trust Alex to make sure he was dressed conservatively while he got to wear leather pants. Alex had smiled innocently when Mulder had commented on that very thing.
"But, baby, I love the way you look," was his reply.
Alex led them through another security guard and up another flight of stairs and finally walked to a table overlooking the dance floor. "Sit here while I get you something to drink."
Mulder smiled. Yes, sir."
Alex winked and made his way to the bar. Mulder wasn't sure whether he liked the stares his lover was receiving from the crowd of revelers, but he shrugged. Krycek was beautiful and dangerously sexy. He couldn't blame anyone for staring. The fact that the others could only stare while he got to touch made him almost purr with contentment. A man laughed nearby and Mulder stiffened. There was something in the laugh that made him think of the dreams. //Soft, wet clothe on his lips, silk beneath him.// He shook his head, he'd hadn't had a dream for weeks. But he turned to see the man who had laughed, so like the man in his dreams. He relaxed as he saw the rather portly man sitting at the next table, surrounded by beautiful men. The glitter of diamonds on his chubby fingers made Fox grin a bit, before he turned his attention to the dance floor below.
Alex ordered two beers and turned to check on Fox. He looked engrossed in watching the party below and Alex smiled. God he looked so young. Like a sheep among wolves. Of course there were many young men here, some much younger than Fox looked, but Alex didn't care about them or their fate, he only cared about Fox.
"I'm buying these for you."
Alex turned to see the man who'd spoken to him. An older man with a body that reminded him of Walter Skinner's. He raised a brow and simply put his own money down on the bar. "I don't think so."
The man looked him up and down. "At least tell me your name," he entreated, moving a hand toward Alex's thigh.
"Don't," was all Alex said, but the tone in his voice made the man pause.
The big man nodded his head with regret. "I could have made you feel so good, pretty baby."
Alex raised his brow and simply took the beers back to Fox.
'Not here twenty minutes and someone tries something with you," Fox observed, taking the offered beer.
Alex shrugged and pulled the chair facing Fox around so that he could sit next to him. "Observant aren't you," he teased.
"With you, I am always observant," Fox replied seriously. "I don't share."
Alex laughed and took a drink of the dark beer. "Damn, and here I was hoping that you would."
Mulder leaned forward and licked the little bit of beer off of Alex's lips. "Really now?"
Alex grinned. "No. But, you know that, don't you?" He stared for a moment into Fox's eyes. "You look so beautiful, Fox. No one else even comes close."
Mulder sighed happily. "There is one guy who does."
Alex frowned before he realized who Fox meant and then he chuckled. "So drink your beer, baby. Let's have some fun and then I'm taking you back to the hotel and..."
Fox leaned into him, "And what?"
"Oh, I don't know...I was thinking about fucking you until you passed out."
Mulder flushed, took a long drink of his beer. "Why don't we go now?"
Alex smiled at Fox's eagerness. He hadn't been completely teasing when he called Fox a slut. He was. His slut. He knew Fox was only this way for him. He should know, he'd observed him for years.
"You want me to do you right here?" Alex loved the way Fox's eyes widened. The *rule,* the sacred rule of no sex in public. He wouldn't do it here anyway. Not one chance in hell, not even if Fox begged him. There would be too many eyes seeing what was his alone to see, but it was so fun to tease his Fox.
"No. Not here, Alex."
Alex pretended disappointment and was rewarded by Fox sliding even closer and kissing his neck. HE spent the next half hour getting Fox to make one move after the other, enjoying the adoring attention almost as he enjoyed just being with Fox. He led Fox to one of the smaller dance floors and let his hands roam over Fox's back as they moved slowly together oblivious to the hectic beat of the music. His hands slid down and cupped the round cheeks pulling them apart gently, making Fox gasp.
He wanted to feel the satin skin under his hands, wanted to finger Fox until Fox went crazy. He moaned as Fox's hands duplicated his own movements and they squeezed and rubbed one another staring into each other's eyes passionately.
"Take me back to the hotel, Alex,"
"Yeah, I think that's a great idea," Alex choked out, his erection more than painful in the confines of leather.
"I'm going to use the restroom first. Why don't you pay our bill?" Fox suggested breathlessly. He wanted nothing more than to get home and play with his lover. Alex would no doubt have plans to drive him crazy, but he thought maybe he'd drive Alex crazy first. He wanted to tongue every inch of the powerful body. Slide the leather off the muscled thighs and kneel before him. God he was a slut, just as Alex said. He smiled. He liked it. A lot.
In the restroom two men were engaged in serious foreplay and Mulder had to smile. Both were young, attractive and ignorant of their surroundings. He knew just how they felt. As he finished up and headed back to where Alex waited, he saw nothing but Alex. Leaning against the railing, looking so goddamn sexy that Fox thought he might just come in his pants right then and there. He saw Alex's expression change from lazy passion to ire one second before he felt the hand on his arm.
He was turned to face the man who had grabbed him. Nondescript. Leanly muscled, with pale brown eyes. The expression in those eyes made the hairs on the back of Mulder's neck raise up. Killer's eyes.
"I've been watching you all night," the man rasped pulling Fox closer.
Fox extricated his arm sharply and glared. "I'm happy for you."
"I want to take you home and fill that pretty ass. Want to?"
Fox shook his head in bemusement. "No. I pretty sure that I don't." He glowered as the man grabbed him again.
"Pretty things like you need to be put in their place. I bet you like to be afraid when you're getting fucked. Like that?"
Mulder frowned. This man wasn't drunk, he was simply insane. He was spared replying when Alex pulled him away from the man. He didn't hear what Alex said to him, but he saw the man's hand bent painfully back in Alex's grip. The man's face paled as Alex twisted the hand further, pressing down until the man had to fall to his knees to ease the pressure. He touched Alex's arm and tugged a bit.
"let's go, Alex," he ordered. When Alex released the man Fox just glared at he kneeling man before leading Alex away.
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