Double Indemnity
Round 2 Part 4
Demi-X

Alex froze at Mulder's admission; the hand holding half of his sandwich stopped mid way to his mouth. The damn man had merely smiled then got out of the car, closing the door like he had just commented on the weather instead of saying 'I love you'. Alex's eyes swung to the agent and watched the lanky man as he walked toward a stand of so he could have his phone conversation in private.

A few shaky heart beats later, his appetite gone, Alex dropped his food into the paper bag and crawled over the seats and plopped himself into the front of the car.

Anson quickly retrieved the discarded sandwich from the bag and ate it out of habit. Life on the run had taught him to eat even when one was full. You never knew when the next meal would come. As ate he said to his brother. "Love is bullshit. Don't believe him Alex, he's taking you for a ride. Trust me on this."

Alex frowned and turned around to face his twin. "How would you know? You ever been in love?"

Anson swallowed and helped the dry corner of crust down with some coke.

"Yeah, I've been in love. I loved someone so much that I even married her." Anson closed his eyes, recalling his ex-wife. "She gave me a beautiful baby girl." His green eyes snapped open and there was this hardness in them that Alex recognized. He looked the same way when he was angry and trying to hide the fact. "But I fucked up and now that bitch and my daughter are in the witness protection programme. I'll never see them again. All my ex-wife wanted was a baby, and when she got one, I was thrown away like garbage...." Anson didn't like the feelings that bubbled to the surface when he thought of how much he had loved his wife and daughter. So he quickly clamped down on them, like he did with all of his 'bad' emotions.

Alex shot Anson a surprised look. 'He was married?' Alex paused for a few seconds then said, "Well, I've not been in love before, so don't fuck this up for me."

Anson snorted in doubt, "You love a man? Your gay?" He had just assumed that Alex would be straight like him. Having sex with men for money didn't count in Anson's mind. He'd done it with many men, but never once did he really enjoy the act. But his twin had willingly slept with men?

Anson was genuinely surprised by that.

A hint of a smile formed on Alex's lush mouth. And to his brother, it looked like he had a secret.

"Well, I have been with women before, but only out of necessity. I'm into guys, or more to the point, into Fox Mulder."

Anson shot another hard glare at Mulder. "He doesn't love you, you know. He *can't* love you." He stared deeply into his doubles eyes, imploring him to believe his sage words. "I'm your brother Alex, I'm only saying this because I love you. I want to spare you the pain he will create in your heart when he leaves you."

Anson was sincere, Alex could hear it in his voice, but he wasn't so sanguine as to take everything the virtual stranger said as gospel... yet.

"And believe me, that man will leave you as soon as you give him what he wants... they always do." Finished Anson, his voice quiet and hard.

Both men locked eyes and Alex was hit with a strong sense of De`Ja`Vu. He had the strangest feeling that he they had done this before. The two of them as boys, locked in a silent battle of wills and neither one of them wanting to be the first top look away. As it was, it was Alex who turned away first. He stared out the window and watched Mulder approach the darkened car. Finally, he spoke to his brother.

"Mulder isn't like most men." He said quietly. "We've had this... connection," The was a slight pause after he had said connection, wondering if that was the right word, but there was no other way to explain it. "...the first time I met him, I felt something, right here,..." The former agent touched his flat stomach, acknowledging to himself that the feeling was still there; after all of these years. "...and he did too. Which explains why he was always slapping me whenever we saw each other again."

"He beat you up?" Hissed Anson angrily. He stared menacingly at the approaching agent. Anson knew all to well what getting beat up felt like.

Alex snorted with amusement. "Well, I can't say as I did too much fighting back. I didn't want to hurt him... again."

"If that bastard hits you, I'll..."

"You'll what?!" Hearing Anson's threat had changed Alex's tone and demeanour completely. "You'll do nothing that's what! You Anson, brother or not, will mind your own fucking business, that's what you'll do." The door to the easy repertoire between the two was slammed shut by Alex.

"Fine!" Anson concede to the elder twin. "I suppose *I* don't know what is true of Mulder's heart. I'll mind my own matters, for now."

"Fine." Replied Alex in a harsh whisper.

Mulder pulled the door open and climbed in, invading the icy silence between the two.

"What's going on?" He asked, looking back and forth between the twins.

"Nothing." Replied Alex as casually as he could. "It's just that all this brother shit is really starting to get to me. It's all so fucking whacked. We need to get a blood test done, I've got to find out if Skippy back there is really from the same zygote as me.

Anson sat back against the seat and smiled.

"What?" Alex accused.

"Nothing, I'm just minding my own business." Anson's smile had turned into a full blown smirk and his likeness to Alex was uncanny. He was remembering the times when the two of them were small and their father would always call them by their pet names. Daddy had said that the two boys went together like peanut butter and jelly did. So Anson had become 'Skippy' after the peanut butter and Alex was 'jellybeans'. Anson realized that his twin did not understand the significance of calling him Skippy, but he did. It would only be a matter of time before the memories came back to his brother and when they did, Anson would be there to hug and reassure his elder twin. He would give him all the proper love and comfort that he himself, had never received.

Anson closed his eyes, recalling the good times of he and Alex and their father. Within seconds, he'd drifted off into sleep.

"What's the game plan?" Alex turned away from the man in the back and looked at Mulder.

"Well, the guys have a place for us, but it requires about five more hours of driving."

Alex sighed, he was tired and just wanted to get out of the car. "Listen Mulder, let's just go back to my place. It's got all the security we'll need. Besides, I'd feel safer there."

Mulder nodded in agreement. He didn't want to drive for another five hours either. "All right, I'll turn around and head back, I'll just let the guys know." He started to reach into his pocket for his phone, but was stopped when Alex placed his cold hand on top of Mulder's.

"No. It would be better if you didn't tell them. Let them think that were going there. The less people who know our whereabouts the better." He smiled shyly at the older man, squeezed the hand below his then pulled it away. In the back seat, he could hear his brother snoring softly. "If we leave now, we can be back at my place before Anson wakes up." Alex gestured with his head toward the back seat of the sedan. "The less people who know where I am the better."

Mulder started the car and headed back toward the city. Promising Alex that he wouldn't tell a soul about the luxurious, security -laden loft.

~~

Once secured inside the garage, Alex shook his look-a-like awake.

Anson came to quickly, but remained silent as Alex led him through the maze that led to his loft. It was only after they were in the apartment that Anson spoke.

"Where are we?" He looked around at the posh surroundings, amazed at the cleanliness of the place.

"My place and we're safe. That's all that matters." Was all Alex said, throwing Mulder a warning glance.

Mulder shrugged.

"All riiighty then." Was Anson's sarcastic reply. "Can one of you at least tell me what city I'm in then?"

"No." Said Alex, his and Mulder's eyes met. Mulder shot the other a look and relenting, Alex sighed.

"We're in my loft in D.C. Don't ask me how you get here 'cuz were not telling you."

Anson shrugged, satisfied with his elder brother's answer. He turned away from the two and started to walk around the immaculate loft. Anson had never visited, let alone lived in such an upscale place.

"Come on." Alex said to Mulder. "I'll show you how the security system works." He led Mulder to a wall near the kitchen. On a large, pine desk sat three state of the art computers and above those, were a bank of six monitors. Each monitor showed a different view; three covered the only three entrances into the place and the other three 'guarded' the perimeter of his warehouse and his garage. Along with the cameras and computers, Alex had set infrared and laser sensors that would sound an alarm if triggered. As he explained how everything worked, Mulder stepped in close behind Alex and bumped his hips into his firm ass. Then he ran his hands up Alex's right arm and his left side and bent in close and whispered into the elfin-like right ear, "It's late, lets go to bed."

Alex leaned back into Mulder's waiting arms. He closed his eyes and luxuriated in the other man's gentle breath upon his bare neck. "'Kay," he whispered. "just let me get Anson settled first."

Mulder wrapped his lips around Alex's lobe and bit down gently. He pulled back and said, "That's a good idea. Besides, I could use a shower and I really need to check in with Scully. She can arrange the blood tests."

Alex stiffened at the mention of the petit agent. He stepped away from Mulder and said coldly. "I have everything we need here to take the samples. All you need to do is have agent Scully analyze them." He turned and walked toward his bathroom area. Once out of view of Mulder, Alex yanked a large free-standing cabinet door open and pulled out a large knap sack.

Anson happened to be behind the Chinese blinds separating the bathroom from the rest of the loft when Alex strode in, interrupting his snooping. He said nothing about the exchange between the two, which he had heard, but simply stood aside to give his twin room to manoeuvre. He watched Alex for a second, then, spurred on by his rumbling stomach, set out for kitchen in search of something more substantial than a sandwich to eat.

"You mind if I find something to eat?" Anson called out to Alex as he walked away.

Alex looked up from the sack at the sound of Anson's voice and replied, "Knock yourself out. While you're in the fridge, pour us some O.J. Were gonna' have our blood drawn Skippy." He stood and went to the kitchen bringing the canvas knap sack with him.

Mulder watched as Alex pulled apart a first aid kit that would rival any doctor's little black bag. It dawned on the agent that in Alex's business, the Russian spy just may have had to administer first aid to his own self at one time or another.

Alex found everything he needed to draw blood and set it up on the Island between the kitchen and the rest of the loft. He tore open a package with his teeth and drew out a butterfly I.V. needle. He put aside and drew up his pant leg and hastily swabbed a spot on the inside of his left ankle.

"Stop, Alex, or you're going to hurt yourself." Mulder intercepted the Russian's hand halfway to his target spot.

"I can do this myself Mulder, I don't need Scully's help." His words came out angrier than he had intended.

"Are you mad at me?"

Alex sighed, he wasn't mad per se, just upset that Mulder seemed to always be thinking about Scully. "No." He said finally, trying to effect calm in his voice. "No. I'm not mad."

Mulder nodded and gently pried the sterile equipment out of Alex's fist. Now he got it. Alex was jealous of Scully, of their partnership. Wouldn't he be surprised to find out that Scully, at one time, had felt the very same about the young, brown haired agent. "I know how to take a sample. I'll draw Anson's blood first, then he can shower."

Anson tuned at the mention of his name, looking rather green around the edges at the sight of the needles and vials.

"Okay, I'll go first." Uttered Anson hesitantly. "But I'm only agreeing to this so I can prove to you once and for all that were brother's Alex."

Mulder swabbed Anson's inner-arm then sank the needle in gently.

Anson turned his face away. "Uggggh. I hate needles." He griped.

'I bet you do.' Thought Mulder to himself, who still had yet to talk to Alex about his 'brother'. ~~

Blood drawn, Mulder carefully labelled the vials A-1 for Alex and A-2 for Anson. He put the samples aside for analysis in the morning.

Anson ate and showered then went right to bed and to sleep.

He tossed and turned, his dreams vivid and fraught with images of his time, as a young man, in the psychiatric hospital. His unsettled slumber went unnoticed by his two companions.

After Anson, it was Mulder's turn to shower, and Alex took the opportunity to triple check the security of the loft. When Mulder left the bathroom, he was wearing only his unbuttoned dress shirt and his boxer briefs.

~~

After his shower, Alex rubbed the steam away from his mirror and stood in front of it, staring at his nude image. His eyes telegraphed to the left and rested on his scarred stump. A looked of disgust marred his beautiful mouth. Thoughts like: 'How can Mulder say he loves me, when I look like this?' and 'What if he is sickened by the sight of me and turns to Anson? At least *he's* physically perfect.' Scurried through his head.

Finally, deciding that worrying about things that hadn't happened yet was pointless, Alex tugged on a plain white T-shirt and pulled on a pair of grey sweat pants; sans underwear. With one last look at the prosthetic arm that sat in a laundry basket of clean clothes on his dryer; he turned, shut off the standing lamp and headed for the bedroom.

Knowing that Mulder was waiting there for him, the walk to the bedroom was an anxious one for the Russian. Normally, not one to lack confidence, Alex felt out of his element when it came to Mulder and their new admissions of love. ~~

As his soon to be lover showered, Mulder gathered up several large vanilla scented pillar candles and set them up around the bedroom. He arranged them, then lit them, creating a romantic glow within the cordoned off sleeping area.

He knew that Alex was unsure of himself and of *them*. That much was obvious over Mulder's casual mention of Scully. The candles were meant to put Alex at ease, because sure as the night was long, Mulder meant to make love with Alex this time.

Nothing, including visions was going to stop him.

Tonight, Mulder intended to romance the socks off of Alex, then after a few hours of shut-eye, they could talk about what he had learned about Anson Green.

~~

"What's all this?" Alex looked around his bedroom and smiled; swallowing down his anxiety.

"I just wanted to create a little ambience." Mulder stepped up close to Alex and held his hand, lacing his fingers through the other's.

"Who would have thought that Fox Mulder, FBI agent and all around cynic, was a romantic at heart." Alex visibly relaxed.

"Yeah." Declared Mulder, "who would have thought." He stared into Alex's eyes and the smile that he had slowly slipped away as his true feelings came forth.

Alex in return, studied his former partner. His hear rate shot up a few extra beats per second and a soft pink blush stole up from his neck and stained his cheeks under the scrutiny of the older man. He dipped his head and turned his gaze sideways, then brought his eyes back to the forth to meet Mulder's intense stare once again.

"Kiss me." He murmured softly.

And Mulder, needing no more invitation than those two little words, did just that.

Their lips met and the sensation was at once familiar for both of them. Alex's tongue peeked out and nudged it's way between Mulder's plump lips. And Mulder, accepted the tip of his lover's tongue and then some. He released Alex's hand and wrapped his arms around his wide shoulders, drawing the Russian in closer. Alex returned the embrace by wrapping his lone arm around Fox's slim waist.

The kiss went on a few more seconds, before Mulder reluctantly pulled out of it. He ran the tips of his fingers from Alex's shoulders continuing down the right arm and down his left side. When he reached the bottom of the T-shirt, Fox tucked his fingers below the hem and lifted it up. Alex allowed him to pull his shirt up and off and did not notice which way Fox tossed the garment.

The cool air of the loft licked gently at Alex's bare back.

Mulder wasted no time and grabbed hold of the band of the sweats and pulled them down, lowering his body and his gaze at the same times as the pants. Once the sweats were down, Mulder helped Alex to step out of them and they too were tossed in the same direction as the shirt.

Alex had kept his eyes glued to Mulder for his entire descent and all during his assent.

Completely naked and with out his arm, Alex couldn't help but feel vulnerable.

But then Mulder stripped off his own shirt - with less fanfare than he had his lover's clothes and put it on Alex. He left the shirt unbuttoned; the garment was about one size too large for Alex. With a swoop of his left hand, Mulder grabbed up his un-knotted tie and draped it around Alex's neck. Then he pulled off his underwear, releasing his erection.

"This some sort of a fantasy for you Mulder? Dress up the junior agent in a five hundred dollar shirt and fuck him silly?" Laughing softly, Alex fingered the collar of the expensive shirt

"You bet it is, baby." Mulder grasped the ends of the tie and pulled Alex to him, kissing the Russian when he was close enough. With his scarred stump covered and out of view, Alex's initial insecurity dissolved. More confident of himself, Alex thrust his hips forward, stroking over Mulder's bare cock with his own considerable erection. Mulder turned their bodies and still connected by their kiss, he started to back them up towards the bed. When he felt the low-rise bed hit his shins Mulder allowed himself to fall backwards, pulling Alex over on top of him.

The Russian's hand immediately snaked between their stomach's on impact, he joined their cocks together in his large fist and slowly began to masturbate them. Below one pillow, Mulder had stowed away a small tube of KY jelly that he had pinched out of Alex's first aid kit. It was that pillow that he was now fumbling under. His fingers closed around the object when he had located it. It was then that he broke the marathon kiss.

"I could kiss you all night." Husked Alex, his breath heavy with lust.

"You were right on the mark when you asked if this was a fantasy for me." Mulder notice that Alex's plump, kiss swollen lips were redder than they were five minutes ago. And he echoed his lover's words. "I could kiss you all night too. But what I want right now is to make love to you." He showed what was in his palm.

Alex raised his eyebrow, and sat up so that he was straddling Mulder's waist, their balls touching.

"You want to make love in this position? It's been some time for me Fox..." Said Alex, unsure.

"Oh yeah, Alex to have above me, so I can watch you, you're so beautiful. And to see you in my shirt. Leaving your scent on it so when I wear it home tomorrow, I will smell you and I'll remember all over again how good it was between us." He undid the cap and squeezed out a large amount onto his fingers. Mulder didn't know if his words made sense to Alex or not, but he had spoken them from his heart.

"I'll be gentle Alex, I promise."

Alex graced Mulder with a sweet, vibrant smile. "Okay." He said, low and raspy. No one have ever felt this way about him before, no one. He stared down directly into Fox's eyes, as the man below him prepared his opening with delicate fingers.

Mulder's blood boiled with desire as he used two fingers to break Alex's tight opening in.

For his part, Alex tired to relax as best he could. Knowing how much Fox wanted him made the task somewhat easier. However, it had still been well over a year since he'd last had sex. And that time, it had been forced sex by two goons who worked for Marita Covarubius. Alex should have known that she wouldn't let being left as a human guinea pig at Fort Marlene lightly. Three months in a Tunisian prison wouldn't be enough punishment for her.

"I'm ready." Alex murmured, rising up to his knees, he pushed aside thoughts of Marita and the year past.

Mulder grasped his hard cock and held it steady and with the other hand, he rested it firmly on his lover's hip. Fox left it up to Alex how quickly he wanted the penetration to go.

Alex hissed at the initial entry, but then, after a few deep, centering breaths, he continued his descent into pleasure, and before long, he was fully seated.

Groaning, Mulder put his other hand on Alex's slim hip and then took control from his lover. He thrust up gently at first, not wishing to hurt his lover, but after a few more gentle pushes, he increased his pace slightly, gradually picking up speed as he went along.

Mulder was wrapped in a warm blanket of bliss, he couldn't believe how warm and tight Alex's ass felt. Looking up and watching Alex, Mulder was awestruck at just how beautiful the Russian really was. So magnificent, perfect in every way, except one and even then, his imperfection took nothing away from his physical beauty.

Alex Krycek was like a renaissance painting; despite it's flaws on the canvas, the picture was still a work of art to be admired by many.

Fox moaned Alex's name and thrust up even harder, eliciting a cry of pleasure from the man atop him.

~~

As the two former agents writhed with ecstasy, in another bed, Anson withed with anguish. ~~

"Come on Anson, swallow this god-dammed pill or the doctor will make it in suppository form." Jeered the stocky orderly. "And we both know how much hate having things put in your ass."

"Fuck you Jughead!" Spit Anson angrily, struggling against another overweight orderly dressed in all white. "You faggot... boy fucking...."

'Jughead's' large fist grabbed Anson's jaw on either side interrupting the seventeen year-old's tirade by forcing his mouth open. "Shut the fuck up." He said irritably, shoving the large pill so far down Anson's throat that he gagged and almost vomited it up. "Puke it up you little shit and you'll eat in anyways." Warned 'Jughead'.

The orderly squeezed the boy's jaw tighter, leaving light blue marks that would be deep purple by nightfall.

Anson breathed deeply, forcing his stomach to relax. The pill stayed down.

"That's a good boy." Jughead said, releasing Anson from his clutches. The other orderly released his wrist.

"I'm not a boy..." Anson whispered to the backs of the orderlies as they left. "I haven't been one in a long time." Rubbing at his sore wrists Anson said in his mind, "Why won't you come for me Alex?"

~~

"Come for me Alex...come for me..." Groaned Fox.

Supported by Mulder's strong hands, Alex pumped his erection harder, suddenly sending out a spray of milky white come with such force that the first spurt went right over Mulder's head and hit the duvet above him. Then the eruption splashed onto Mulder's lightly whiskered chin and cheek and finally, over his chest.

Mulder let out a loud yell and forced Alex down further onto his cock, holding him there as the ecstasy of orgasm took him over the brink.

~~

Later, spooned together in bed, with dawn just a few short hours away, Mulder said sleepily, "We need to talk about Anson..."

"In the morning Fox..." Murmured Alex, then he was asleep.

Mulder kissed the back of his lover's neck and agreed. "In the mor...." The rest of his words where whisked away on the wings of contented slumber.

~~

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