Challenges of Everyday Life 1:
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"Happy Birthday, Mulder." The sound of the voice that woke him
up was immediately followed by the snick of handcuffs being closed over his
wrist and attached to the bedpost. When Mulder tried to swing at his
tormenter, he discovered that his other arm was already restrained.
"Krycek! What the fuck are you doing here? Uncuff me, you
bastard!" He kicked at Krycek, but the other man just laughed.
"I'm here to fulfil a birthday wish, Mulder, to give you exactly
what you want."
"You're going to let me shoot you? What a pal! But now you'll really
have to uncuff me so I can get my gun."
"Ha ha. You're so funny. No, Mulder, I'm not going to give you what
you say you want, I'm gonna give you what you really
Mulder froze. He couldn't mean - could he?
"Yes, Mulder, you're going to get what you've been begging me for
for years. Maybe after you get it, you'll stop sublimating and beating me up
every time you see me!"
Mulder displayed a truly impressive repertoire of curses which he
delivered at the top of his lungs. Krycek shook his head mock-sadly, saying,
"You know I'm going to have to punish you for that, Foxy."
"Don't call me that!" Fox was bad enough, but Foxy!
Mulder spit at Krycek but fell short.
Krycek laughed. "But you are. I'll make you a deal though; I'll only
call you that when we're fucking."
"Which will be never! Let me the fuck up, and I'll fucking kill you,
you rat bastard!"
"A rat and a fox. How kinky, Foxy."
Mulder growled, yanking uselessly on his bonds.
Krycek eyed that tempting lower lip he'd wanted to taste for years, but
it was too soon. If he tried to kiss Mulder now, the other man would try his
best to bite off a piece of him. But even if he couldn't have Mulder's mouth
yet, there were plenty of other tempting parts laid out for him. He smiled
into Mulder's enraged eyes and slowly stripped off his clothes, smirking
when he noticed that despite his rage, Mulder was watching entranced. And
Mulder's cock was twitching.
Krycek climbed onto the bed, straddling Mulder who squirmed under him
until he saw the flare of pleasure in Krycek's eyes at his movements. When
Mulder stilled, Krycek slid down some, pressing his erection into Mulder's
half-hard cock as he did. Mulder bit his lip hard to hold back a moan of
Then Krycek leaned down and licked the stubbled jaw of his captive,
running along the length of it to the ear, which he teased with the tip of
his tongue. He played there for a little while, probing the curves and
nibbling on the lobe while Mulder's breath grew more labored. Eventually he
nipped his way back along Mulder's jaw to his chin, pausing for a quick
swipe of his tongue over Mulder's lips before working his way to Mulder's
throat. He suckled on one spot for some time, determined to leave his mark
on this man so he wouldn't be able to deny that this night happened. He
smiled inwardly when he realized that far from fighting him, Mulder had
arched his throat into his grip, making it easier for him.
"Still want me to leave, Foxy?"
Mulder could only stare at him from pleasure-dazed eyes at first. Then
rational thought returned, and he snarled, "I'm going to kill you,
Krycek. And don't call me Foxy!"
"I promise you, before I leave here, you'll beg me to call you
Foxy," Alex stated calmly. Mulder's eyes widened again.
Alex leaned down again, this time targeting the chest before him. He bit
down on the muscles, letting Mulder feel his teeth, and leaving more marks.
He tugged gently on the sparse hairs, slowly circling his hands closer to
the already hard nipples. He made sure he was staring directly into Mulder's
eyes when he finally pinched a nipple between his fingers. Mulder's breath
hissed out, and he arched half off the bed.
"So you like that, do you, Foxy?"
Mulder stared back helplessly. He was rapidly being forced to face the
truth that he did want this, want Krycek. But he was damned if he was
going to admit it to the sonofabitch.
Krycek smiled wryly. Continuing to hold Mulder's gaze with his own, he
flicked a nipple with the tip of his tongue. When Mulder gasped, he drew it
between his teeth, suckling happily. Mulder groaned while his nipple
hardened even farther. He couldn't prevent himself from arching into
Krycek's touch. Alex kept that up for a while, going back and forth between
nipples until Mulder couldn't restrain the tiny whimpers that escaped
between his teeth.
Alex smiled and began working his way in a southerly direction, easily
sliding between Mulder's legs. He probed Mulder's navel with his tongue,
earning another gasp. Then he traced the arrow of hair that drew him ever
downward to the engorged erection already weeping droplets of pre-cum. But
although Mulder held his breath in anticipation, Krycek bypassed his cock
and continued down his legs, licking and nipping. Lush lashes dipped to hide
a smile at the groan that Mulder emitted.
Mulder jumped when Krycek nipped behind his knee, spreading his legs
farther apart in reaction. Alex grinned victoriously, then finally reached
out and stroked Mulder's aching cock. He petted the older man lightly,
driving him insane with the teasing touch, then drew one finger along the
length. He slowly leaned forward, again holding Mulder's gaze, and licked
the droplets from the head. Mulder was panting as he watched the tip of that
pink tongue run over him, and he tried to push into the mouth he knew would
be more pleasurable than anything he'd ever felt.
Krycek sucked the head in briefly, swirling his tongue over it, then
pulled back. Mulder groaned in protest, then was left momentarily speechless
when Alex leaned over the side of the bed and came back up with a cock ring
in his hand. Mulder's eyes widened as far as they could go, and he shook his
head violently in protest.
"No, please, Krycek . . . Alex, don't." But it was too late.
Alex already had the ring snugly settled around Mulder's cock. Now Mulder
understood the younger man's earlier comment about punishment.
"Now, now, Foxy. I told you that you were going to have to pay for
calling me all those names earlier. But I promise, it'll be fun." Now
that he knew Mulder wouldn't be coming any time soon, Alex settled in
earnest to his self-imposed task of driving his new lover insane, pausing
just long enough to blindfold Mulder. Mulder never knew what he would feel
from moment to moment. One minute Alex would have his cock down his throat,
sucking hard while Mulder fucked his beautifully talented mouth. Then Mulder
might feel long fingers playing with his balls, rolling them until he
screamed with pained pleasure. Or it could be Alex's mouth engulfing his
balls, his tongue stroking them. Once it was that wonderfully supple tongue
rimming him, running round and round his entrance and finally pushing inside
while Mulder wailed with pleasure. And Alex's hands were never idle either,
stroking and pinching his nipples, petting him, lubing him, sliding inside
him, rubbing over the sensitive gland until Mulder thought he would die if
Alex didn't let him come. He was reduced to begging.
Alex reached up and pulled the blindfold off Mulder, letting him see Alex
between his legs, three fingers deep inside him. Mulder whimpered at the
sight. "Please, Alex, please fuck me. I need you. I need to feel you
inside me. Oh god, oh yes, fuck YES! God, let me come, please let me
"I told you what I want from you." Alex continued to fuck
Mulder with his fingers while his other hand was busy with his balls. His
own cock was rigid and dripping pre-cum, but he was going to make Mulder do
it his way.
"What do you want from me?!?" Mulder screamed, his hips jerking
restlessly in time with Alex's thrusts.
Alex briefly sucked Mulder's cock down his throat again. He couldn't
resist the chance to taste him again. "I told you before, Mulder."
Mulder whimpered frantically; he had no idea what Alex wanted. Then the
emphasis on his name registered, and he remembered Alex telling him-
Alex smiled sunnily, meeting Mulder's eyes as he realized that there was
no way out of it.
Mulder groaned in resignation and pleasure as Alex continued to play with
him. "Fuck me, Alex. Fuck me and call me Foxy when you're deep inside
me. Whisper it in my ear so I can feel the heat of your breath like I feel
your heat in my ass. Call me Foxy and make me come."
Alex moaned at the words and images they brought to him. When Mulder
surrendered, he didn't fool around. No half measures for him. He dove right
into the deep end. Alex thought he might come from the words alone.
He shifted between Mulder's legs, pushing his knees back and positioning
himself. Suddenly Mulder froze.
"Wait! You're not wearing a condom!"
Alex was having a hard time focusing; he could almost feel the heat of
Fox's ass around him. But he had to calm Mulder's fears. "It's okay,
Mulder, I'm clean. I don't do drugs, and I've never had unprotected
Mulder relaxed slightly. "Then why?"
"Because I want to feel you, not a rubber. But if you want me
to..." he trailed off, starting to move away.
Mulder wrapped his legs around Alex's waist, holding him. "No, I
believe you. Do it. Fuck me. Now."
Alex didn't need a second invitation. He positioned himself and slowly
pushed inside, pausing when Mulder tensed, then moving forward again when he
relaxed and thrust against him in encouragement. "Oh, Foxy," he
moaned, "you feel so good. Better even than I imagined. God, you're so
hot, so tight. Mmmm, yeah, that's good, Foxy." He started to stroke in
and out, adjusting his angle till Fox groaned, letting him know he was
rubbing his prostate with every thrust. He moved faster and harder,
listening to Mulder's groans. When he knew he was about to come, he reached
down and released the cock ring just as he pushed even deeper inside Mulder.
Fox came instantly, his come shooting over both men's bellies and chests,
some even splashing Alex's chin. His convulsions milked Alex dry at the same
After a moment Alex pushed back up on shaking arms and separated himself
from Fox. He rolled to his back, still panting.
"Could you take the cuffs off now, please? My arms are sore."
Krycek reached down to the floor and fished the key to the cuffs out of
the pocket of his jeans. After releasing Mulder, he settled back on his
heels, warily watching the other man.
Mulder stared back, rubbing feeling back into his hands and arms. But
when Krycek started to slide off the bed, Mulder's hand shot out to stop
him. "Come here."
"Foxy. You said you'd call me Foxy when we're in bed."
Alex stared in bewilderment. "Actually I think I said when we were
fucking." When in doubt, be a smart ass.
"Close enough. Look, I know we need to talk about this, but right
now I feel good and just want to go to sleep. Can't we leave it till
Alex shrugged. "Sure." He stretched out on the bed and nearly
jumped out of his skin when a long arm snaked out and pulled him into
Mulder's embrace. He found himself lying against Mulder with his head tucked
into the other man's shoulder and an arm and a leg across him. Just as he
fell asleep, he thought he heard Mulder murmur, "So when's your
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