Performances III:
Encore
Orithain
February 1999
Disclaimer: We all know that they don't belong to me.
::grumble:: They all belong to Chris Carter and 1013 Productions.
Mulder was really beginning to wonder if it wasn't time to accept that he
couldn't accomplish anything through the Bureau and hand in his resignation.
With all the stumbling blocks that had been thrown into his path lately, he
was pretty sure that he could be more effective outside the FBI with the
help of his friends. Look at him now; he and Scully were stuck in this
one-horse town because they were doing a background check on a man whose
parents didn't have a phone.
He kicked irritably at a stone on the side of the road as he ambled
along. It was 10:00 at night, and the whole town seemed to have gone to bed.
He could practically be alone in a ghost town. The only noise disturbing the
night air was the sound of crickets. He gave up in disgust, turning to make
his way back to the bed and breakfast where they were staying, when a
movement just visible around the corner of the old, abandoned school
attracted his attention. Curious, he quietly approached to find out who else
was still awake in the town.
Peering around the building, Mulder stopped dead in his tracks,
fortunately in deep shadow. There in front of him was Alex Krycek, handing
an envelope over to another shadowy figure who quickly vanished. Krycek
stood for moment, shoulders slumped, before straightening up and turning to
leave. As he reached the corner, Mulder's arm shot out, slamming him against
the side of building. Mulder quickly pressed up against his back, holding
him in place.
"What the hell are you doing here, Krycek?"
"Mulder?" Krycek couldn't keep the surprise out of his voice.
"What are you doing here?"
"Background checks," Mulder replied in a tone of total disgust.
Krycek couldn't think of anything to say to that, so for once he stayed
silent. He could feel Mulder leaning against the full length of his body,
and he was in no hurry to go anywhere.
"You still haven't told me why you're here, Krycek." Mulder
pushed him harder against the brick wall for emphasis, his cock slowly
hardening from the proximity to Krycek. He could smell Krycek, and he
remembered how he tasted, how good it felt to be inside him.
"Delivering messages," Krycek replied, sounding even more
disgusted than Mulder had.
"So I'm supposed to believe it's a complete coincidence that you
show up in Nowheresville at the same time that Scully and I are here doing a
check on one of the town's five inhabitants? I don't think so."
"Mulder, if I had known you were going to be here, I'd be the one
holding you against the wall, and I'd already be fucking your brains
out."
Mulder froze. He'd never expected Krycek to actually talk about what had
happened between them the last two times they'd met. He realized that Krycek
was undulating against him, pressing his ass against Mulder's cock and
rubbing against him like a cat in heat.
Mulder put his gun away and reached around him to unfasten Krycek's
jeans. He slid his fingertips inside, feeling the naked flesh twitch under
his touch. He petted Krycek, learning his shape again, cupping him while he
leaned his head back against Mulder's shoulder and moaned in total abandon.
Mulder leaned his head down till he could reach Krycek's throat where he bit
and sucked, leaving his brand on the elusive triple-agent.
Alex clutched Mulder's thighs, writhing against the older man. He could
hardly believe that he was with Mulder again, that Mulder was touching him,
that Mulder wanted him. He moaned Mulder's name.
"Yess," Mulder hissed in his ear. "I want you to know
who's touching you, who's making you feel this. Keep saying my name or I'll
stop, Krycek."
"Noo," Krycek's protest cut off with a gasp when Mulder thrust
against his ass, and his fingers tightened on Mulder's legs. "My name
is Alex. If you're going to fuck me, you can at least call me by my
name." He arched into Mulder's hand, giving up all control.
"All right, Alex, take off your jeans, and get down on your
hands and knees."
Alex twisted around so he could see Mulder's eyes, and despite the
harshness of his words, there was a warmth there that made him do as Mulder
said, trusting that Mulder wouldn't hurt him. At least not more than was
inevitable when he had to watch Mulder walk away again.
Mulder stared down at Alex kneeling in the grass at his feet for a
minute, seeing the pale skin gleaming in the moonlight. He dropped down
between the widely spread legs, caressing the body before him, pulling Alex
back into the cradle of his pelvis. He held Alex so tightly that they both
knew Alex would have bruises in the shape of his hands the next day, but
Alex only tried to get closer.
Mulder released one hip, unfastening his belt and pants and pushing them
and his boxers down. He pressed against Alex, his cock sliding between the
cheeks of his ass as Alex reared back against him.
"In my jacket pocket," Alex gasped, moaning when Mulder reached
around to grab his cock.
"What?" Mulder wasn't really paying attention to what Alex was
saying, his whole focus on the sensation of Alex's naked ass against him.
"Lube!" Alex nearly yelled. "In. My. Pocket. Now!!"
Mulder pulled the tube out. "So who were you expecting tonight,
Alex, that you needed this?" His tone was nearly a snarl, but he
refused to think about why he was so angry.
"No one. It's the same tube I had last time. I, uh, wanted to keep
it with me." He was embarrassed by the apparent sentimentality of it.
Mulder didn't know what to say, so he said nothing. He squeezed out some
lube onto Alex's ass, enjoying the younger man's gasp when the cool gel
landed on him. He hastily applied some to himself and positioned himself at
Alex's entrance. Neither man had the patience for long preparation tonight,
and Alex was relaxed enough that the lube was all that was needed for Mulder
to slide home inside him.
Mulder lost control when he got inside Alex again, ramming in and out
fiercely, thrusting as hard and as deep as he could. Alex pushed back into
the thrusts, riding the pleasure, and he cried out in disappointed protest
when Mulder slammed into him, yelling his pleasure as he came.
Mulder slumped over Alex, who was still writhing under him, trying to get
enough friction to come. He stroked Alex's shoulders soothingly, pulling out
of him with a quick kiss on the nape of his neck.
Alex whimpered his distress, but Mulder flipped him over onto his back
and dove between his legs. He licked Alex's balls, gaining another
desperate, needy cry, then lapped at his ass, catching some of his own come
seeping out of Alex. After enjoying the taste of both of them mixed
together, Mulder moved up to engulf Alex's cock, drawing it as far into his
mouth as possible. He wanted to take it all this time, so he drew back
slowly then slid down on him again, finally managing to relax his throat
muscles enough to take Alex all the way.
Alex cried Mulder's name and arched off the ground, pushing even deeper
into Mulder's throat, and Mulder took it all, letting Alex fuck his mouth.
Then Alex realized what he was doing and, remembering Mulder's inexperience,
forced himself to lie still.
Mulder slowly worked Alex's cock, his tongue stroking over him as he
bobbed up and down. He loved the taste of Alex and wished he could keep this
up forever. But Alex's cries were already growing increasingly desperate,
and he knew the younger man couldn't last much longer. He sank down onto him
again to the root, reaching below to roll Alex's balls in the palm of one
hand. That was too much for Alex, and he exploded into Mulder's mouth,
crying "Fox!!"
Mulder swallowed fast, not wanting to lose a single drop, sucking on Alex
until he pulled his oversensitized flesh away with a whimper. He crawled up
till he could kiss Alex, their tongues tangling together for long minutes
while Mulder lay over his lover.
A movement caught Alex's attention and he glanced over Mulder's shoulder,
freezing when he found himself looking into Scully's shocked eyes.
Like Mulder, Scully had been out for a walk when she spotted her partner
skulking around the abandoned schoolhouse. Knowing how he attracted trouble,
she drew her gun and silently followed, wanting to be there to back him up
if necessary.
Scully recognized Krycek at the same moment that Mulder did and was about
to step forward when she saw him slam Krycek into the side of the building.
She didn't approve of Mulder's tendency to beat the other man every time
they met, but she could understand it. She stayed back, waiting to see if
she needed to intervene.
She was shocked to see Mulder, as she thought, rape the other man, too
shocked to step forward in time to stop him. Then she was even more shocked
to see Mulder giving Krycek a blow job. It was becoming clear that whatever
had just happened, it hadn't been rape.
When Mulder draped himself over the man who was supposed to be his enemy
and kissed him, she stumbled back in horror. That was when she attracted
Krycek's attention.
Mulder felt Alex stiffen under him, and glanced over his shoulder to see
what the problem was. He certainly never expected to find himself looking at
Scully's horrified face.
He jumped to his feet, pulling his pants up as he did. Alex lay
motionless at his feet.
"Scully!" He couldn't help the pleading tone in his voice.
Scully shook her head, backing away.
"Scully, please! Let me explain..."
"Explain, Mulder? How can you explain this? That's Krycek,
the man who killed your father, my sister, helped kidnap me so they could
experiment on me, Mulder. What possible explanation could you have?"
Mulder winced, looking away, unable to meet her accusing gaze. His eyes
fell on Alex at his feet, still half naked and making no attempt to flee.
Alex met his eyes, and Mulder realized that Alex had put his life in his
hands. Whatever happened next was entirely up to Mulder.
It was then that Mulder realized that Krycek wasn't playing a game, that
he loved Mulder as much as Mulder loved him.
Mulder stared at Alex. "God help us both," he breathed.
He turned back to Scully. "I love him," he said simply.
Neither Scully nor Alex moved or even breathed it seemed. Scully stared
at Mulder with an expression of unbearable pain and betrayal in her clear,
blue eyes. "Then you're not the man I thought I knew, Mulder."
She turned on her heel, striding away, while Mulder stood torn, looking
from her to Alex, who still lay at his feet, and back again. Finally, he
called her name and hurried after her. He did stop before rounding the
corner to look back at Alex momentarily. "I'm sorry," he mumbled
before disappearing after Scully.
Alex just lay there, almost in shock at the rapidly moving events of the
last few minutes. It almost seemed to him that he'd gone straight from
delivering a simple envelope to hearing Mulder say he loved him to watching
Mulder leave him again. He sighed deeply and pushed to his feet to get
dressed again.
"I don't have a life," he grumbled, "it's a fucking
episode of Candid Camera."
Rounding the corner of the building, he could see Mulder and Scully a few
blocks away, Mulder holding Scully's arm to keep her there. Alex wondered if
Scully was going to shoot her partner again. Mulder's hand on her arm just
then proved to Alex beyond a shadow of a doubt that Mulder had absolutely no
sense of self-preservation.
"Scully, please. Let me explain."
"I think you've said quite enough, Mulder. Now let go of my
arm."
"Not until you listen to me, Scully. I never meant for this to
happen," he continued desperately.
"Of course not, Mulder. You were forced to have sex with Krycek. I
understand completely." The sarcasm dripped from her words.
Mulder groaned. "Actually, Scully, that's exactly what did
happen."
Scully did a double take at that comment. "What? Come on, Mulder,
even for you, that's reaching."
He sighed heavily. "Krycek was supposed to kill me, but he didn't
know that an alien had been sent to kill both of us. He says he wasn't going
to do it, but who knows. I don't think Alex knows what truth is. Anyhow, the
alien wanted to learn about human sex, and he said he wouldn't kill us if we
demonstrated for him." He shrugged. "So we did. Somehow, fucking
Alex Krycek looked better than death."
Scully stared at him. That was the most absurd story she'd ever heard,
and she believed every word of it. Only Mulder could have something like
that happen to him. "What about being in love with him?" She could
barely force the distasteful words out.
"Oh. That." He fidgeted uneasily.
"Yes, Mulder, that. How do you go from a sex show for an alien to
claiming to be in love with him?"
"I've always loved him," he mumbled.
"What?!"
"Hell, Scully, why did you think I was so upset that he betrayed us,
betrayed me? Not to mention that every time I saw him, the tension
exploded into violence, the only way I could touch him. Sublimating
much?" Mulder's tone was bitter.
"But Krycek?" Scully might as well have been saying
'cockroach.'
Mulder turned away, refusing to discuss it any more. He had left Alex God,
I left him lying on the ground naked! Could I have rejected him any more?
to keep Scully's friendship, but he was not going to listen to her insult
him. Not even with words that he himself had used to describe the other man
not that long ago.
"Look, Scully, I'd say it's pretty obvious that we're not going to
get any sleep any time soon, so it's pointless for us to stay here all
night. We might as well get started back to DC."
"It's a three hour drive to the nearest airport, Mulder,"
Scully pointed out.
He shrugged. "It won't be any closer in the morning. I don't want to
stay here, Scully."
Seeing no point in staying any longer and afraid that Krycek would
approach Mulder again, Scully agreed to leave. The two agents went back to
the B & B to retrieve their few belongings, leaving enough money to
cover the charges for their rooms.
Alex watched from the schoolyard as Mulder and Scully carried their
overnight bags out to the car and drove away. Once again he was watching
Mulder drive away from him with Scully. But this time, now that Scully knew
about them, he didn't think that he'd ever get the chance to touch Mulder
again. Not that he'd expected this opportunity, but he was sure that Scully
would make absolutely certain that Mulder regretted their time together.
He pulled his jacket more tightly around himself, suddenly chilled, and
turned to head back to his own car. But then he stopped and stared at the
ground, still able to see the marks where he'd ripped up tufts of grass
while Fox was making love to him. He looked back over his shoulder, but the
taillights of Mulder and Scully's car had long since disappeared.
He said that he loves me. Fox Mulder loves me. I won't, I
can't, give that up without a fight. Maybe, just maybe, I can get him to
choose me. To choose us. After all, he came to me this time. And even last
time, he didn't need to let me sleep with him, and the morning was just for
us. He can't say that it was just because of the alien anymore. God, can he
really love me?
Alex walked to his car with renewed determination, ready to go fight the
dragon to win fair gent. He snickered to himself at the mental image of a
red-headed dragon breathing fire at him as he fought his way to a swooning
Mulder's side.
Look out, Scully, I'm going to fight you for him!
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