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Doggett POV
"'Scuse me?" I felt someone tug at the sleeve of my suit.
I glanced over and saw a young man; he had green eyes, black hair, and was wearing a light grey suit.
"Uhm…yes?" I asked, confused.
"Can you tell me how to get to Fox Mulder's office?"
"Spooky Mulder?" I smirked.
He laughed, "yes, him."
"He's in the basement, because he's too…spooky to be around the normal agents, why are you looking for him anyway?"
He looked embarrassed, "I'm…his new partner…"
My jaw dropped, "but you…you look so normal."
He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck, "yeah…but I'm new here…"
"Fresh from Quantico?"
He sighed, dropping his hand back to his side, "well not really…I've been here for a couple of months…but I've just been fetching coffee…doing paperwork…all that crap…the stuff the big shot agents don't want to do…"
"So they're putting you in the basement with Mulder?"
"Yup…in the basement…on the X-Files…with spooky Mulder…great…"
I laughed, "what's your name anyway?"
"Krycek, Alexei Krycek…"
"Alexei?"
He sighed and nodded, "Russian , I was named after my grandfather…"
"Alexei? Do people ever give you a hard time about that?"
"Well…technically I go by Alex…"
I nodded, "ahh…now I get it, Alex. That makes sense…"
He laughed lightly, "well…Alexei sounds…feminine…and too Russian"
"Alexei," I stretched it out, smirking.
He grinned, "Well not the way you say it."
He was actually pretty handsome, when he wasn't sulking, he just looked adorable then. The thought startled me, he was a man, not a woman.
"Uhm…right the basement?" I mumbled, looking away from him.
"Oh…yeah! Thanks…most of the other agents have been ignoring me…"
"It's a dog eat dog world here…"
He sighed, "well then I'm going to get snarfed down like cookies and milk…"
I didn't answer his remark simply said, "the basement's this way…"
When we arrived there he smiled at me, "thank you agent…?"
"Doggett, John Doggett, nice to me you agent Krycek, and your welcome," I turned and left the basement, it really was a shame. Alexei Krycek was very good looking…he would have made an interesting partner…
***
Mulder POV
"Damn…" I growled, I really hated that they had separated me and Scully, it literally sucked. There was no one to contradict my 'crazy theories' as she called them. I slammed my fist down on the desk with a growl; I hated being cooped up here like some psychopath!
"Uhm…excuse me?" a scared voice whispered from the door.
I looked up and almost did a double take, standing there was a slender, raven haired, emerald eyed beauty. High cheekbones, lightly tanned skin, absolutely breathtaking…and…male.
"H-hello…" he stammered, "I'm…I'm…--"
"Forget your name?" I quipped, smirking at him.
He looked at the floor, "my name is Alexei Krycek…I don't know if you got the memo or not…"
"What memo?"
"Obviously not…" he mumbled, "they make everything so difficult!"
"Talking to yourself?"
I saw his right hand clench and he growled, "well, maybe they did send the memo and you just lost it. It looks as though it's never been cleaned, then a tornado swept through."
I smirked, "touché…now why are you here? Are they evicting me from this cozy little den so another crackpot loony can stay here? You look pretty sane, but then again I think I do to."
He glowered at me, "I am not a crackpot loony, I'm your new partner."
I shrugged, "I don't need a new partner."
He looked hurt, "well I didn't exactly want to be here either. They seemed to think I couldn't handle real cases."
Anger flared through me, "real cases?" I yelled, "this is a legitimate branch of the FBI! These cases are just as real as the gangbangers, hookers, murders, and everything else that goes through this damn place!"
He was practically cowering, "I'm sorry…" he whimpered.
I felt horrible now, "I…I'm very protective of the X-Files…I'm sorry…"
He was staring at the floor, refusing to look up and meet my gaze, "no…I really shouldn't have said that…it was really out of line…I just…ever since I got here all I've been doing is fetching coffee and…yeah…it's been really frustrating…and I don't want to be whining so I think I'll just shut up."
I stared at him, "nah you weren't whining, I hate when other agents treat me like I'm less than them just because I don't work up there with them, instead I'm in this happy little basement of mine."
He raised his eyebrows, "happy?"
I grinned, "sarcasm."
He looked embarrassed, "right…yeah…"
"Well if you're my new partner then I'm going to have to tell you the rules around here."
"Rules?" he groaned.
"Come in and shut the door," I laughed.
***
A few weeks later, in a dingy little motel room
"Where are they Mulder?"
"Where are what?" I asked innocently.
Alex narrowed his eyes, "you know what…"
"No…no I don't…"
He gave me a 'I don't believe you look'.
I shrugged, "I really don't know where whatever it is, is…"
He gave me an exasperated sigh, "Mulder."
"What? I'm completely innocent…I didn't take anything."
In a mock, girly tone he said, "bitch please, I know you took my Cheerios."
I laughed, "your Cheerios, what you don't believe in sharing?"
He shook his head, "no Mulder, I hate sharing. Now on a more serious note, I meant where did you put the files I was looking at?"
"Oh those, uhh…I tossed those back in the briefcase."
His eye twitched, "I'm going to kill you for that…"
"Oh really?" I smirked.
"Really…very…very soon…"
"How soon?" I smirked.
"When you least expect it…" he grinned.
I laughed, "hey I'm gonna order some pizza, you want?"
"What kind?" he began pawing through the briefcase.
"I don't know yet…what kind do you like?"
"Cheese…lots of cheese…"
"Alright, one cheese and one pepperoni," I picked up the phone and dialed.
When I finished placing the order I glanced over at Alex, he was sitting cross legged, flipping through one of the folders. I frowned when he bent a bit and I realized I could see every one of his vertebrae very clearly.
"Alex…" I said standing, and walking to him.
"Hmm?" he didn't look up.
"Alex," I repeated.
"Hmm?" he sounded a bit annoyed now, but he looked up, I dropped down next to him and took the file from him.
"Heey…I was looking at that!" he whined, trying to grab it.
I switched it to my right hand, and stretched it away from him.
He let out a short exasperated sigh, and then threw himself across my lap trying to get it. I was so surprised that I almost dropped the file, but came back to my sense when he grabbed it.
"Uh uh," I laughed, pulling it away from him again.
He let out a little growl, he sat up, but now he was more or less sitting in my lap, I held the file up above my head.
"Mulder!" he whined, "give it back!"
"I didn't hear please," I taunted.
He practically tackled me, and we both fell, him on top of me. We lay there staring at each other for a few moments, I was marveling at just how beautiful his eyes were, how full his lips were and I wondered what they would taste like…what would Alex taste like!? Why was I thinking like this!? He's my partner! He's who I work with! He's a he!
He seemed to notice me staring at him, "what? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Like…" I cleared my throat, my voice had sounded weak. And I felt weak…
"Really intense, like you were thinking very hard about something…" he mumbled.
I shrugged, "keeping this file away from you?"
He stared at me for a minute, before practically jumping off me, "right…"
"Where are you going?" even to me I sounded needy.
"Taking a shower…I need one after everything that's happened today…" he walked to the bathroom, closed, and locked the door behind him.
I stood, then sank onto the bed, "but I want you to stay in here with me…" I whispered, as I heard the water turn on.
I wonder what his lips would have felt like…probably soft and sweet…probably like the light tickles from a butterfly's wings…what's wrong with me? He's a man! Albeit an absolutely beautiful one at that…I bet his hair is softer than the glossy raven feathers it looks like…and his eyes are like emeralds sparkling in the sunlight…his emerald eyes framed by long, thick dark lashes…so beautiful…
A sharp knock on the door, startled me from my thoughts, I stood clumsily and walked to the door. Opening it I saw a gawky teenage boy with bad acne, holding two boxes of pizza.
"Oh hey, thanks, let me just go grab my wallet." I said walking to the table, grabbing it and walking back to the door.
"How much?" I asked.
"Twenty-four ninety-eight," he answered.
I pulled out a twenty, a five and a one, and then handed them to him.
"This is twenty-six…" he said slowly.
I shrugged, "keep it…I don't care."
He grinned, "Thanks man, best tip I ever got!" he then handed me the boxes, and left.
I grabbed the one labeled pepperoni, carefully setting Alex's on the table, and hopped onto one of the beds. I flung the top off, grabbed a slice and began eating.
Pure. Heaven.
"I smell pizza," I glanced up and practically choked. Alex's hair was still wet, and the water droplets were slowly streaming down his jaw, neck and the part of his chest I could see. He was wearing a tight, white undershirt and green plaid pajama bottoms, which were a bit long on him. He had never looked so innocent, sexy and desirable in the short time I had known him.
He noticed me staring at him, "again with the intense look Mulder…"
"Eat your pizza…" I mumbled.
He shrugged, grabbed the box and flung himself down next to me; he opened the lid of the box and grabbed a piece of his pizza.
He took a bite a sighed, "mmm…pure bliss…this is sooo good…"
I laughed, "Alex Krycek! The only guy who can orgasm from eating pizza."
He laughed as well, "shut up, this is damn good pizza."
I grinned, "I know…"
He took another bite, "damn…" he sighed.
I glanced at him and felt my heart clench, and a bit of lust stirring deep in my stomach. His eyes were closed, and he was currently licking some melted cheese off of his bottom lip. I couldn't control myself anymore, I leaned over and licked the cheese off of his lips. God…they were just as soft, softer!, than I thought they would be…but now he was staring at me, jaw dropped…
"Damn…" I whispered.
"Mulder…" he whispered slowly.
"Yes…?"
He sat up, set his half eaten slice of pizza back in the box and stared at me then murmured, "do you want to kiss me?"
I stared at him, had I really, truly heard him correctly?
"K-kiss you?" I stammered.
He blushed a bit, making him look even more innocent, and nodded.
"Kiss you?" I repeated stupidly.
He looked crushed, and I realized he thought I was rejecting him, "actually…never--"
I broke him off by grabbing him by his upper arms and hastily pressing my lips against his. He jumped a bit, seemed a bit shocked and resistant, but I simply pulled him closer, pressing my lips harder against his. After a moment he began kissing me back, his hands clenched my shirt, holding on as if for dear life. I wrapped my arms tightly around his slender waist and he moved one arm up around my neck, holding me tightly. His lips were so soft and gentle…just like butterfly wings…so innocent…I felt horrible.
We pulled back and stared at each other.
"Alex…I'm sorry…I shouldn't…I shouldn't have taken advantage of you…"
"Taken advantage?" he mumbled, his eyes somewhat glazed.
I nodded, looking away from him, "I'm so sorry…"
"You shouldn't be…you think I'm very innocent…and it makes you feel bad…"
I looked back at him, he looked a bit amused.
I shrugged, "maybe you're not as innocent as you seem…but…it doesn't feel right…"
His face fell, "yeah…when you're straight acting like you're gay must be hard. Of course I wouldn't really know, but I do know it's hard to act straight when you're gay."
"Alex…"
"Don't…don't even…"
"Alex…I don't know what I feel right now…I know I like you…"
He didn't answer, simply looked down at the bed and crossed his legs.
"Alex…look at me…"
He didn't, if anything he stared even harder at the bed.
I sighed, "I don't know anything about love, or being gay…I've never been in love…and I don't even think I am gay…I've never wanted any guy before I met you…"
"But to you I'm not entirely a guy…I'm too innocent in your opinion…to feminine?"
"No!" I cried, "yes, you're looks make you seem innocent…but feminine? No not really…I think that—it's all so confusing…"
He sighed, "Yeah…I'm sure it is for you…but for me it's pretty simple."
"And…?"
He shrugged, "just another guy, one who treats me like I'm worth it, then he tries to take things further. Makes me fall in love with him, makes me think the world revolve around him, makes me see stars when he kisses me. Then he sees some," he made finger quotations, "'beautiful young woman, just his type' and I'm completely forgotten. Just someone else who I can't ever have…he sees her and suddenly realizes he isn't gay…" he looked away quickly, but not before I saw the tears in his eyes, "that I was just…a fucktoy who…never mattered in the first place…who doesn't have a heart or feelings…" he suddenly looked at me, glaring, "and I haven't felt this way about anyone since my last year of high school! I could make guys do anything for me in college, just by flirting…it was easy…I broke their hearts and mine didn't get another crack in it…and then I go to Quantico, same thing! Easy as anything else! Then I come here…I decide to lie low for a while, be a good little boy. Then they assign me to work with you, and I decide, 'okay Alex, keep being a good little boy' but then…I realized who I was working with…the man who had caught my eye on the first day I arrived…the one who I realized if I never met, I would never love…and then I did meet you! And…and I did fall in love with you! You didn't even make me! It's just the same thing…as it always is…" he hung his head miserably.
I stared at him, "that wasn't simple at all…that was kinda complicated…"
He trembled, "it's just someone else who I can't have, something else completely forbidden to me…"
"Alex…please…look at me," I begged.
He didn't, "I'll ask to be reassigned to be someone else's partner, or go back to fetching coffee, if you don't want to be near me anymore…because I understand if--"
I grabbed his chin, and hastily pressed my lips against his, he whimpered and I moaned softly. His lips were softer than satin, and sweeter than anything I'd ever tasted. He let out a little whine and pushed me away from him. I wanted to cry out from the loss.
"D-don't…don't do this to me Mulder…don't…please…"
"Do what?" I whispered, taking his slender wrists in one of my hands, stroking his right hand with the other.
He tried to pull away again, but I wouldn't let him, I simply pulled him closer to me. He looked up at me, his lips trembling, green eyes wide in fear.
"Alex…stop running away from me…I won't hurt you," I whispered, moving my hand to stroke a wet strand of hair behind his ear.
He let out a whimper, "do you promise…?"
"I do…I want you too Alex…I want you more than I've ever wanted anything in the entire world…"
He licked his lips and stared at me, moving a bit closer to me, looking confused.
"Alex?" I murmured.
"Yes, what--" I cut him off by kissing him again, he trembled but in a moment was kissing me back, his soft lips molding and moving against mine. He got one arm from my grip and wound it tightly around my waist. I let go of his other hand and he twisted his fingers through my hair, pulling me closer. I set my hands on his hips, my nails lightly digging into the thin material of his pajama pants. He moaned softly, clutching my hair tightly, soft shudders racking his body. I tentatively opened my mouth and licked at his bottom lip, he opened his mouth, his tongue mingling with mine. After a few moments I began to softly suck on the tip of his tongue, he whined and shifted a bit, as if he was trying to get more comfortable. His hand, which had been clutching my hair, dropped to my shoulder, and then my chest, then stomach, then he slid his hand under my shirt. I let out a small gasp and I felt him laugh lightly.
I pulled back, "what?"
He smirked, not answering, simply pulled me back to him, kissing me fiercely. I grabbed him, pushing him down on the bed beneath me, pressing myself against him. He pressed his hand against my chest, pushing at me.
"What?" I mumbled, nipping his bottom lip softly.
He let out another whine, "pizz…p…pizza…move…"
"What are you babbling about?"
"Move the pizza," he rolled his eyes.
I moved it and began nipping at his bottom lip again, "better?"
He twisted his fingers through my hair, "yes…" he panted.
I could feel how hard he was, but he probably wasn't as hard as I was, I was practically shaking, how many times had I dreamt about Alex? In this very position? He let out a little whine, bucking his hips against mine, to let me know that I had stopped. To this I began to suck lightly on his collarbone.
He whined, "oh…Gods…yes…"
I grazed my teeth over his collarbone and got an electric response, he shoved himself against me, the friction which was created made me let out a moan myself. In response to my moan Alex propped himself up on his elbows and gazed at me.
"What?" I asked self consciously.
He shook his head, "you've really only been with women haven't you?"
"Yes…and few at that…why? Does it show?"
He tilted his head, I suddenly noticed the reddish purple bruise on his collarbone.
"What?" he said, noticing me staring, he glanced down, then looked back up at me.
"You gave me a hickey!" he yelped.
"And?" I mumbled, lowering my head to suck at the bruise on his collarbone.
He growled and pushed me off him, "stop…now back on topic, it's obvious that you haven't been with a guy before, you're to gentle. But…you could easily have told me you've been with many women and I would believe you," he grinned, "now…about the hickey…not cool…I am going to get my revenge now." He grabbed me, pinning me down, my head now at the foot of the bed. He more or less pounced on top of me, "now…Fox…" he purred.
"Don't call me--" he cut me off by rolling his eyes and tugging my shirt off. He stared at me for a moment then mumbled something.
"What?" again I felt self conscious.
"It was Russian," he mumbled, still staring at me.
"And?"
"And I thanked God for giving me such a sexy partner."
I began rubbing the back of his leg, "can you tell me what it is so I can say that?"
He ignored me and began to lap his tongue softly over my chest and stomach.
"Ah! What are you…what…mmm…oh Gods that feels good…" I moaned, my breathing increasing as he began to move lower, lapping his tongue over my stomach and abs.
I felt him smile, and then he looked up, smirking, "did you like that Fox?"
I didn't even care that he'd called me Fox, "yes…Gods yes…" I panted.
He moved up so that he was sitting perfectly in my lap, his hands on my stomach, "really? How much?"
"So…so much…more than you would think Alex…" I propped myself up on my elbows, then I reached up and grabbed him, pulling him mere inches from me, "but I liked this better," I began to suck on his collarbone again. He moaned softly, moving so that his elbows were locked and his knees were on either side of me. I grinned and began lapping at the new bruise on his neck.
"Nnn…Fox…" he whined.
"What?" I murmured, nipping at his neck now.
"On…top…you…" he panted, completely disoriented, but I understood his meaning, grabbed him and then pinned him down beneath me. He wrapped his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist, soft whines escaping him. With a cautious glance at him I pulled of his shirt, tossing it on the floor to join my shirt. Now I could feel his bare chest against mine, he whined and pulled me closer. I squirmed lower and began to nibble and suck on his collarbone, making him arch his back and whine in pleasure. He began clawing at my back and whining louder.
"What is it?" I murmured, pulling up some, surveying with satisfaction the three bruises on his neck and collarbone.
He whined, "stop…it's going to be really hard to hide the one on my neck and…and…"
"And what?" I murmured, lapping softly at another spot on his collarbone.
"And…it…it feels really, really good."
I smirked, "and you don't like that?"
"It…it makes me feel like I'm back in high school…all blushing and whining in pleasure at mere touches in the right places, from the right people…"
I looked at the spot on his collarbone, now glistening slightly from my saliva and began to suck on it. He yelped and twisted his fingers in my hair, pulling me away.
"What?" I groaned.
"Stop," he whined, "please…it makes me so embarrassed…"
"But…" I smirked, "those sounds you make are…so delicious."
He blushed a bit, looking down and away from me.
I tilted his chin up and kissed him softly, gently moving my lips against his. He sighed, grabbed me and began biting and lapping at my lower lip, then began talking, pausing to bite my lip, "how many times," bite, "do I have to tell you," bite, "that I am not a woman," bite, "and you don't need to be so damn," hard bite, "gentle?"
I shrugged, "like I said, I've never been with another man before…I'm used to women telling me to be gentle…"
"Well," he growled softly in my ear, "I'm telling you to be rough…" his voice dropped to a seductive purr which made me feel as though he was lapping his tongue over my entire body, "very…very rough…"
I moaned lightly as he began to nibble on my ear, I grabbed him and began to softly kiss his neck.
"Fox…c'mon…I'm not weak, fragile and delicate…"
"I think those all mean the same thing," I murmured, biting lightly on his neck and sucking at the soft skin.
He let out a whine, "harder…"
I didn't obey him, just kept as I was.
"Fox…" he whined again, "please."
"Beg," I stated.
"I don't beg!"
"Fine then," I began sucking softer than I had been.
He let out an exasperated groan, "Fox…please!"
I smiled, this was a side of Alex I had never seen, "not good enough."
"Goddammit Fox! Just….bite me harder…nnn please…please!"
I grinned, "Good enough," and bit down hard.
He let out a sharp cry and I began to soften my teeth but he snarled, "don't you dare…"
I bit down harder, and began sucking roughly on the soft skin clenched between my teeth.
"Aaah…ohhh damn…oh God…that feels so fucking good…" he panted, clawing at my back, probably leaving red marks.
After a few moments my tongue began to sting somewhat and I pulled back a bit, then began to lick the spot on his neck I had just abused. There was a dark purple bruise there now, I began to feel horrible and pulled away from him.
"Fox…stop…" he grabbed my arm and pulled me back, so that I was lying next to him on my side.
He wrapped both of his arms around one of mine, "please?"
"Well I don't really have a choice now do I?" I sighed.
"Well…no…you don't really…but…well you kinda do. You're stronger than me and could easily pull away from me…"
I didn't answer, simply tucked a lock of wet hair behind his ear, then softly stroked his face.
He leaned his face against my hand, curling closer to me, "but I would prefer if you didn't do that…"
"Didn't do what?" I whispered, starting to pull away from him.
"That…stop pulling away from me…"
"Why?"
He let out a little whine, "why did you?"
I shrugged, "because I hurt you…"
"When?"
"Just now…if you could see the bruise on your neck…"
He laughed, "that's it? C'mon Fox, that didn't hurt me at all…I…I really liked it actually…I usually hate when people give me hickeys…"
I don't know why, but I felt an extreme jolt of jealousy mixed with pride, "you usually hate it?"
He shrugged, "yeah…it usually bugs me…why?"
"I was just wondering…" I murmured.
I felt him shrug and he began to lightly kiss my neck and shoulder.
After a few moments I couldn't take it anymore, "so…a lot of people have tried to give you hickeys?"
He paused, "I knew it…"
"What?"
He sat up, bracing himself on his hands and locking his elbows, I sat up as well.
"What?" I repeated.
"You're jealous," he looked amused, his emerald eyes flitting around my face before gazing into my eyes.
I found that I couldn't lie to him, "I'm…not…really jealous…as much as I am…erm…interested…"
He blinked a few times then started to laugh, "You are so jealous!"
"I am not!" I growled, but I couldn't help but smile a bit.
He grinned and laid his head on my shoulder; I gently took his hand and twisted my finger's with his. Then I frowned, "Alex you're too skinny. Your fingers are really bony and I could see every one of your vertebrae when you were hunched over those files."
"I wasn't hunched over the files, Fox, you make me sound like an old man."
"Don't call me that…I hate the name Fox."
"Well…would you prefer Lisitsa?"
"What does that even mean? It sounds like Lisa…" I muttered.
He grinned, and didn't answer.
"What does it mean, seriously."
He shook his head, "not telling."
"C'mon Alex! That's not--" he broke me off by pressing his soft lips against mine.
"Hush," he murmured, stroking my chest gently.
I did just as he said and fell silent, kissing him back and placing my hands on his slender hips. With a soft sigh I pulled away from him.
"What?" he said, looking miserable.
"Please promise me that you'll eat more…gain at least ten more pounds. Please? For me?"
He stared at me for a moment then muttered, "fine…"
I smiled and kissed him again, "thank you baby…"
"Baby?" he raised one eyebrow.
"What? You prefer sweetie pie? How about honey?"
He laughed, "don't get to carried away Fox, you don't wanna be giving me pet names…"
"Why not?" I murmured, softly kissing his ear, stroking some hair from his face.
He shrugged, "well…because…"
"Is this a one night stand?"
"I hope not…that would severely depress me, do you want to send me into a spiraling depression? One which I would never recover from and would forever be a depress--"
I grabbed him and kissed him roughly, "Alex?"
"Yeah?"
"Shut up."
"Whatever you say…" he murmured, tightening his arms around my waist, "but really…"
"Really what?" I groaned, rolling off him and lying next to him.
He sighed and rolled onto his stomach, looking at the TV, "never mind…"
"Tell me," I sighed, stroking his half-dry hair.
He shook his head, "no…it…it's stupid…really."
I ran my finger down his spine, "please?"
"No…and you're going to have to try harder than that if you really want me to talk."
I began softly rubbing his back, he shook his head.
"Try again…." he murmured.
After a few minutes I was about to give up, so I just began softly scratching the back of his neck, he whimpered.
I sat straight up, "I think I found it Alex," I grinned.
He didn't answer, but purred in pleasure.
"Thought so," I laughed, then stopped and pulled him into my arms.
He whined, "Why'd you stop?"
I kissed him softly, "I don't know."
He rolled his eyes and pulled me back to him, kissing me fiercely. I pushed him down onto his back and began running my hand down his slender chest and stomach. He wrapped both of his arms around my neck and one leg around my waist. I pulled away from his kisses and began nibbling on his neck, just below his jaw.
He moaned loudly, "aah…harder…"
I bit harder and began sucking on his skin again.
"Nnn…another hickey, Fox?" he panted, "you must really enjoy this…"
"I do…" I mumbled, before returning to his neck and the bruise which was forming. He twisted his fingers through my hair, soft whines of pleasure escaping him. I began rubbing his chest gently, then stroked his stomach. He whined again, and then slid his hand down my chest, leaving the other twisted in my hair. When he reached my stomach I expected him to stop, but he didn't. He grabbed the waistband of my jeans and tugged lightly. He began fiddling with the button of my jeans, got it undone and began tugging my pants off.
"Alex…" I mumbled, sitting up and pulling him with me, "what're you doing?"
"Taking off your pants? What's it look like?"
"Why…?"
He let out an exasperated sigh, "I want to know if it's boxers or briefs Mulder, what the Hell do you think?"
"Ow…don't bite my head off…" I mumbled.
He sighed again, gentler this time, "I'm sorry," he murmured.
I stayed completely still for a moment.
"Great…you're mad at me…"
Then I grabbed him, shoved him down and more or less jerked his pajama bottoms off. Then I kicked my jeans off and pinned him down, just looking at him squirming beneath me.
"Fox…" he whined, "let me go…"
I raised one eyebrow, but didn't loosen my grip.
"Please?" he whimpered.
"You…used sarcasm with me…I don't like sarcasm…" I said.
He groaned, "God, I said I was sorry!"
I shook my head, "doesn't cut it," then I bent and began licking his neck.
He whined, "aah…is this my punishment? Cuz if so…then you could do a whole lot better."
"Oh really?" I smirked.
"Yes. Really," he replied, raising one eyebrow.
I didn't answer, simply rolled my eyes and continued licking his neck. After a few moments I began licking down his chest, his breathing got a bit choppy, then down to his stomach, more choppy. Then I began kissing and licking his leg. After a few moments he moaned, trying to free his arms from my grip. I didn't let him go, just moved back up above him and pinned his arms on either side of him.
"Don't move…" I warned, letting him go, pulling back momentarily.
He whined and reached for me.
"Don't!" I growled, with more force this time.
He obediently dropped his arms back to his side, "okay…this is…worse…" he mumbled.
"Good, now stay completely still…"
He sighed, then suddenly laughed.
"What?" I asked warily.
"I just thought about on our first assignment how you ditched me when you told me to go get a car, and then later when I found you I told you I didn't like being ditched like a bad date."
"And?"
He gave me a sultry smirk, "I've never been a bad date."
I scoffed, "let me guess, you believe in kissing on the first date?"
He sat up in a slow, sultry way, "I believe in making out on the first date."
I raised my eyebrows as he purred, "and depending on how sexy they are, and how hot they make me, I might just believe in fucking on the first date."
"And have you?" I asked.
He grinned, "that's my little secret."
"I'll take that as a yes."
He shrugged, "fine, but I never said yes."
I felt even more jealousy, Alex has been with other people! Of course he has…who wouldn't want to see that hot body? But screwing on the first date? Are you just messing with me Alex? Or have you really? I mean…could you possibly have been or even be that much of slut?
"Mulder? What's wrong?"
I looked up at him, his emerald eyes held nothing but concern and worry.
"I…you…have you really screwed on a first date Alex? Or…were you just messing with me?"
"Well…no I haven't not really…I was kinda messing with you."
"Kind of?" I asked, giving him a pained expression.
"Well…I have had plenty of one night stands…and some that even turned into first dates…"
I stared at him, "you're kidding right?"
"Erm…no…no I'm not…actually I'm a bit oversexed."
I felt miserable and jealous…but I didn't love him! This was just…lust…
"Mulder…I…I'm sorry…"
I didn't answer him, what was this? Why couldn't I figure it out?
"I am…really…" he whispered.
I buried my face in my hands, trying to figure it out. I felt him shift, but paid no mind. This had to be…infatuation? Right…probably…but I wasn't gay…I didn't like men…well except for Alex…and there were those few times in high school and college. But I had been drunk then…so it didn't really count…did it? Even though I had liked it more when I was touched by a guy than a woman…but again, I'd been drunk! I groaned and sat up, the light on the right side of the room was off and Alex was curled up on the bed, back towards me, leaving me alone on this one.
I stood and walked over to him, "Alex?"
"Hmm?" even this sounded like he was trying not to cry.
"What's wrong?" I was so confused…what had happened to him?
He looked at me over his shoulder, a slightly pissed and disbelieving look.
"What?" I asked.
He shook his head and looked away from me and back at the wall.
I grabbed him and dragged him out of the bed, with him clawing and biting the whole way. Literally.
"Let me go!" he snarled, clawing my leg.
I flinched but dragged him over to my bed and dropped him on it.
He glowered at me from where he sat, I noticed that he had retrieved his pajama bottoms and white undershirt. This made me feel a bit odd, standing there in only my boxers.
"Look…" I said slowly, "I don't know what I did…but I'm trying to figure everything out right now…"
He mumbled something unintelligible.
"What?" I asked, getting a bit irritated.
"I said, why the Hell did I even bring this up in the first place?"
I shrugged, "I don't know…you were trying to make me jealous again?"
He scoffed, "no I was just teasing you and you obviously got jealous, I don't even know why...it's not like this night means anything too you…"
Anger surged through me and I grabbed him, "you don't fucking know that…you…it does…it really does…"
He stared at me defiantly, "just another night with some other little fucktoy…doesn't matter who…does it?"
I tightened my grip on his upper arms, "shut up, you know that's not true."
"Oh?" he was trembling slightly, "then tell me, why does this night mean so much? And why am I any different than the other people you've fucked?"
I stared into his emerald eyes, which, along with his trembling, indicated he was on the verge of tears.
"Well!?" he cried, his hands clenching into fists.
"It's different because…you're not someone I met on the street, and I do care about you. I trust you and wouldn't mind you sleeping in my arms."
He looked away from me, but I forced him to look back at me and continued, "I always have cared about you, since we met really…the first thing that went through my mind when I saw you was something along the lines of, there is someone beautiful in my doorway…and male. What the Hell is wrong with me? And I lied, I have been with some men before, but that was only drunken experiences in high school and college, so they don't count. And even--"
"They do count," he interrupted, "everything like that counts…everything sexual you do counts…"
"Do you also need to know that I watch porn?" I asked coldly.
"I'll lock that away for safekeeping," he answered, just as coldly.
Angrily I pulled him up onto his knees, "listen to me damnit…I didn't care about any of those guys, and I was drunk. I'm not drunk and I do care about you, so why don't you stop acting like a moody teenager?"
He glared at me, "then let go of me."
I looked at him, arms pinned to his sides, hands clenched into fists, kneeling on the bed while I stood in front of him, and let's not forget giving me a look that shot poison tipped daggers. All in all, he looked sexier and more dangerous than ever, and really, he never had looked dangerous. But now he looked like he wanted to rip my throat out.
"Let me go…" he repeated, trembling again.
I let go of one of his arms and grabbed his chin, "there, I let go of one of your arms. You should be fine now."
He snarled, "Let me go!" he placed his hand against my chest, "now."
I stared; this was an Alex I had never seen before. What happened to my timid partner? What happened to the hot, sultry minx who had just been driving me crazy? Where did this furious, if looks could kill guy come from?
I let go of him as he applied more pressure on my stomach, I raised my hands and backed away from him. He stared at me for a minute before unclenching his fist and looking away from me.
"I'm…I'm sorry Alex…" I murmured, watching him. And I really was too, I had a bad temper and…Alex had really started to piss me off…obviously I wasn't the only one who had a bad temper. Alex could look and act sweet as sugar and delicate as a butterfly, but there was another part of him as venomous and dangerous as a snake.
"Please…can you forgive me?" I asked.
His head whipped up, there were tears in his eyes, "forgive you? What the Hell is wrong with you? I should be on my knees begging you to forgive me…"
"Well you are on your knees…" I tried, hoping to lighten the mood.
He actually did laugh, I walked back over to him, sat next to him and pulled him into my lap.
"Do you forgive me?" he asked.
"Were you actually planning on shoving me? I mean…I was hanging on to you…" I asked.
"You're…avoiding the question…"
"No I need to know the answer to my question, so I can answer your question. Now, be honest."
He glowered, "yeah I was…I was pretty…well not really mad…I guess I was just really hurt…"
I raised one eyebrow, "hurt?"
He nodded, "yeah…it felt like another rejection…and I didn't, and don't, think I could really deal with another one…"
"How many times…have you been?"
He sighed, "I honestly stopped counting after about ten…"
I winced, "ouch…"
He shrugged, "you get used to it…I guess…"
"I doubt that Alex…I really doubt that a person could get used to being rejected by people who he loves or even likes. And if they don't, it's just a one night stand, it still hurts…we're entirely based on emotion, it's our ruler. Our master, and…rejection hurts like Hell…if anything…it probably gets worse."
He was still trembling and then he whispered, "yeah…it does…"
I pulled him closer against me, "and you thought I was rejecting you…"
He nodded, whimpering softly.
"But I wasn't," I tilted his head up to look at me, "I wasn't rejecting you Alex…I wanted to know why I was so jealous that you'd been with other people besides me…though of course you have…I mean…look at you!"
He raised one eyebrow, "what the Hell are you--"
"I mean Jesus Christ! You're like the hottest thing since sliced bread!"
"Sliced bread? Really?"
I shrugged, not caring how stupid he thought I was, he was smiling again, well more like smirking. But that was good enough for me.
"If you ask me, I think I'm much hotter than sliced bread, which must be kept cold. Therefore the sliced bread cannot have any steamy moments except with the toaster. And if I tried to have a steamy moment with the toaster I would wind up in the emergency room, with doctors asking me what the fuck was wrong with me! So therefore…I think sliced bread and me are equally hot."
I stared at him, "and you think I'm weird…"
He grinned, "you're the one who said I was the hottest thing since sliced bread."
I laughed, "okay, okay. But as I was saying, you are…hotter than sliced bread."
He started laughing again, "unless it's in the toaster on high!"
"Are you high?" I asked, laughing a bit.
He grinned then slurred in a southern accent, "Officer, I swear to drunk I'm not God…oops…I meant…uh…what we talkin' 'bout?"
I laughed, "well I'm gonna have to ask you to step out of the vehicle sir."
"But Officer!" he continued in his fake accent, "I really am drunk…I mean God…tarnation, I meant sober! That's the word, sober…what you talkin' bout God? I'm not God!"
I rolled my eyes and tugged his shirt off, "bad boy…putting all your clothes back on when I spent so long getting them off…"
His eyes, still amused, sparked with lust now and he gave me a sultry look, one which made me shiver and pull him closer. He smirked as I tugged his pajama bottoms off again.
"I see our preference of underwear differs Alex, this is not a good sign," I grinned.
He rolled his eyes, "please, you're just jealous you don't look this good in briefs, so you wear boxers, which by the way look delicious on you."
"I could say the same about you, but you've already got a huge ego."
He laughed, "oh? Well…all this flattery and touching makes it bigger…"
"Are we still talking about your ego?" I raised my eyebrows.
He wrapped one arm around my neck, "I don't know…are we?"
I stared at him for a moment, then kissed him fiercely, "not a chance."
He kissed me back, just as fiercely. I licked his lips and he opened his mouth, I slipped my tongue in and began tasting him fully again. It really was wonderful, he tasted indescribably good, and also a hint of something sweet…. He whined in pleasure as I began sucking his tongue, his hips bucking up against mine.
"Now stop that…" I murmured, pressing my hand firmly on his stomach and pushing him down.
He whined but tried at the very least, but as I began sucking hungrily on his collarbone he seemed to lose that shred of self control and he bucked himself up against me again. I pressed my hand on his stomach again, "stop it or I will get rope and tie you down."
His eyes widened a bit, and he whimpered, "tie me down?"
"Yes…" I answered, wishing I hadn't said that.
He gave me another sultry eye fuck, "mmm…how inconceivably naughty…I didn't know you liked bondage."
I smirked, "why do you think I keep pinning you down?"
"Oh and here I thought it was just because you wanted to keep me from getting away."
I lapped at his neck, "not a chance, now stop shoving yourself up against me like that…"
"Why?" he whined, "it's not like I can really control it when you're doing that."
"Why? Because it's distracting! And…I'm sure you can control it you just don't want to…"
He shrugged, all seductive and tantalizing again, "well…don't lie," he shoved his hips against mine and rubbed against me, creating some lovely friction from our erections.
"You like it…a lot," he smirked, "maybe even love it. In fact…it gets you really hot for me to be acting like such a slut doesn't it? Hmm? You want me to be your slut don't you?"
"I don't know," I panted, "do I?"
He rubbed against me again and I moaned in pleasure, "mmm yes you do…in fact…you've probably thought about this when you watched your porn."
"You remembered that?" I panted.
"Yes," he shoved his hips against me once more and I let out a loud moan.
"So you think that I think about this when I watch my porn? Well…you're fucking right," I shoved his hips down onto the bed, "now stop it or I will seriously tie you down."
"You'd like that wouldn't you? Mmm…yeah…you're thinking about it…what would it be like to come home to me tied up and waiting for you?"
"A lot more interesting than watching porn…"
"Hmph…but wouldn't you like that Fox? Wouldn't that be so good for you? A nice way to relieve your stress?"
I scoffed, "I'm not going to use you to relieve stress, I'm going to fuck you and make you scream and moan so loudly that the fucking people next door will know my name in a short time."
He moaned softly, "what is this? Verbal stimulation used against me?"
I smirked, "yes, not so fun is it?"
"Actually I find it incredibly hot…"
"I find you incredibly hot," I murmured, rubbing his inner thigh.
He moaned, "glad we agree…on something…"
"So…so very hot…"
"You want to know what's hot? That one time you went chasing after our suspect and when you came back you were all sweaty…" he moaned, "I had wet dreams all week."
The thought of him having wet dreams made me moan in turn.
He tilted his head back, "yeah…" he murmured, "you were all sweaty…and were only wearing a pair of jeans…and God…you were just touching me everywhere…and I couldn't stop moaning and whining…and…ah God…it was…so fucking sexy…nnn…"
"That same dream every night?" I had to admit, the thought of doing that to him was highly appealing.
"With a few variations, in a few you fucked me…" he raised an eyebrow.
"Was that a hint?"
"Yes, we're not getting any younger."
"Oh excuse me pops I didn't know that you were going to expire soon."
"Not worried about myself, I'm only twenty five. You're like what…sixty seven?"
"Ha ha very funny."
He grinned, "But seriously…I'm getting hornier by the second…"
I sighed, "Such a little nymphomaniac."
He smirked, "no not really, I'm not addicted to sex, or maybe I am. I don't know…am I?"
"It depends, how many times have you had sex and do you masturbate at least once a day?"
"I think I'll use my right to the Fifth Amendment on that question…" he grinned.
I stared at him, "this…isn't an infamous crime Alex…"
"It's infamous, that's all that counts."
"No it doesn't…go back to Social Studies…"
He raised his eyebrows, "fine," and made to stand up.
I shoved him down, "afterwards…"
He smirked, "yeah, that's what I thought."
I rolled my eyes and began kissing him, while rubbing his inner thigh again. He whined softly, wrapping one arm around my neck and pressing the other against my chest, he pushed me back a bit.
"What?" I panted, grazing my teeth over his ear, and smirking when he moaned quietly.
"No…no more foreplay…"
"You just want me to fuck you?"
"Well…no…because that would hurt like Hell…but I really don't like much foreplay…"
"Why not? You do foreplay before you play." I raised my eyebrows suggestively.
He gave me a pained look, "please…no puns or anything…none of your Mulder Humor."
"It has a name?"
"Yes, Mulder Humor Which I Find Incredibly Annoying At Times Like This. But we can just call it Mulder Humor for short."
I laughed, "you really are weird…"
"Why thank you, I try my best," he smirked.
"Yeah, I know," I caught his lips again and began rubbing his inner thigh again, then I moved and began biting and sucking on his neck.
He whined, " I told you…not this much foreplay!"
"Why not?" I murmured, pulling up and looking at him.
He sighed, "It's just…it drives me crazy…all of it feels like teasing not foreplay…it doesn't feel like we're getting ready for sex, it feels like I'm being taunted…"
"Taunted?" I repeated.
"Yes…taunted…"
"Alright," I murmured, pinning him down and tugging his briefs off, he whined softly, wrapping his arms around my neck and one leg around my waist. He then moved one arm and tugged my boxers off. I moaned at the sensation of being pressed against him, without anything separating us. He moved his hand in-between us and began to stroke me. I moaned loudly, burying my face in his neck and biting hard. He let out a little yelp, but began moaning afterwards. I began sucking on his neck, he kept stroking my erection and moaning, with every stroke I sucked harder on his neck. He whined loudly as I nudged his legs apart with my knee, then he whined, "lick your fingers before…"
"Uhm…what?"
"If you just fuck me its gonna hurt like Hell for me, so you need to get me ready, more foreplay, with your fingers. And you need to lick them first…you should know this…"
"Why?"
He sighed, "just do it already…"
I shrugged, licked one finger and slid it inside of him, he moaned loudly, arching his back and bucking his hips in pleasure.
"What did I tell you about that?" I murmured, slipping another finger into him.
He moaned louder, and began moving himself up and down, little whines escaping him.
I began sucking on his neck again, slipping a third finger inside of him, he moaned even louder.
"God you're noisy Alex…" I smirked.
"Sh-shut up…" he panted.
I grinned, then moved down some more and lightly began to lick his nipple, he whined even louder.
"Too much?" I teased, slipping my fingers in and out of him, while pausing to nibble in-between licks.
"No…aah…yes…nnn…feels…so good…" was the response I got.
"Do you think you're ready?" I murmured, switching to bite and lick his other nipple.
He whined again, "y-yeah…nnn…I kinda like it a bit rough…"
I pulled my fingers out and looked at him, "how do you want to do this?"
He shrugged, "up to you really…"
I took his legs and pushed them apart, settling in between them, "how's that?"
"Perfect," he murmured, pulling me back to him. After a few moments of fierce kissing I gently pushed into him. After a few moments I was halfway in and trembling. He was perfect. So hot and tight, plus I could hear him whining and begging me to continue. Just halfway in and I could come right here, but that wouldn't be fair to Alex. I finished pushing all the way in and then I waited for him to get used to it. After a moment he whined and murmured, "Oh please…please fuck me…"
I began moving slowly, more to keep my control than for him, I knew this would probably bother him. And it did, he bit my shoulder and growled, "harder…oh fuck…harder…"
I did as he said and began going harder, he was moaning so loudly, and I was to, that it was a wonder we hadn't been caught and kicked out yet.
"Nnn…oh God…aah Fox…aah, so good…so damn fucking good!" he cried.
I bit his neck and began sucking, knowing this would give him another hickey, maybe his worse one yet. He was moaning loudly and it really was driving me crazy, it felt as though every nerve in my body was on overload, and I loved it. And I loved this moment, and his body, and his moans and yelps and cries of pleasure, but most of all I loved him. I was startled by the thought and then startled as Alex growled and bit my shoulder hard. I ignored the thoughts and continued thrusting into him, he began moaning loudly again, I noticed his arms were by his sides, clenching the bed sheet in his hands. I knew I was getting close, and that I couldn't last much longer. And right before I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer Alex came. He tightened around me, and I came as well. I practically floated down, little aftershocks shaking me. I rolled off of him, then grabbed him and pulled him into my arms. He curled up in my arms, reminding me of a kitten.
"Best…orgasm…ever…" he mumbled against my chest, wrapping his arms tightly around me.
"I have to agree with you on that…" I whispered, kissing him lightly.
"This better not be a one night stand…"
"Never…that would be horribly cruel to you, and would drive me insane…"
"You already are insane…" he laughed.
"On what basis?"
"If only you knew…hey Fox?"
"Hmm?" I was about to fall asleep, nothing was really making too much sense right now.
"I'm sorry…"
But I hardly heard him, soon I was asleep, a peaceful dreamless sleep, happy knowing I had Alex in my arms.

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Doggett POV
"'Scuse me?" I felt someone tug at the sleeve of my suit.
I glanced over and saw a young man; he had green eyes, black hair, and was wearing a light grey suit.
"Uhm…yes?" I asked, confused.
"Can you tell me how to get to Fox Mulder's office?"
"Spooky Mulder?" I smirked.
He laughed, "yes, him."
"He's in the basement, because he's too…spooky to be around the normal agents, why are you looking for him anyway?"
He looked embarrassed, "I'm…his new partner…"
My jaw dropped, "but you…you look so normal."
He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck, "yeah…but I'm new here…"
"Fresh from Quantico?"
He sighed, dropping his hand back to his side, "well not really…I've been here for a couple of months…but I've just been fetching coffee…doing paperwork…all that crap…the stuff the big shot agents don't want to do…"
"So they're putting you in the basement with Mulder?"
"Yup…in the basement…on the X-Files…with spooky Mulder…great…"
I laughed, "what's your name anyway?"
"Krycek, Alexei Krycek…"
"Alexei?"
He sighed and nodded, "Russian , I was named after my grandfather…"
"Alexei? Do people ever give you a hard time about that?"
"Well…technically I go by Alex…"
I nodded, "ahh…now I get it, Alex. That makes sense…"
He laughed lightly, "well…Alexei sounds…feminine…and too Russian"
"Alexei," I stretched it out, smirking.
He grinned, "Well not the way you say it."
He was actually pretty handsome, when he wasn't sulking, he just looked adorable then. The thought startled me, he was a man, not a woman.
"Uhm…right the basement?" I mumbled, looking away from him.
"Oh…yeah! Thanks…most of the other agents have been ignoring me…"
"It's a dog eat dog world here…"
He sighed, "well then I'm going to get snarfed down like cookies and milk…"
I didn't answer his remark simply said, "the basement's this way…"
When we arrived there he smiled at me, "thank you agent…?"
"Doggett, John Doggett, nice to me you agent Krycek, and your welcome," I turned and left the basement, it really was a shame. Alexei Krycek was very good looking…he would have made an interesting partner…
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Mulder POV
"Damn…" I growled, I really hated that they had separated me and Scully, it literally sucked. There was no one to contradict my 'crazy theories' as she called them. I slammed my fist down on the desk with a growl; I hated being cooped up here like some psychopath!
"Uhm…excuse me?" a scared voice whispered from the door.
I looked up and almost did a double take, standing there was a slender, raven haired, emerald eyed beauty. High cheekbones, lightly tanned skin, absolutely breathtaking…and…male.
"H-hello…" he stammered, "I'm…I'm…--"
"Forget your name?" I quipped, smirking at him.
He looked at the floor, "my name is Alexei Krycek…I don't know if you got the memo or not…"
"What memo?"
"Obviously not…" he mumbled, "they make everything so difficult!"
"Talking to yourself?"
I saw his right hand clench and he growled, "well, maybe they did send the memo and you just lost it. It looks as though it's never been cleaned, then a tornado swept through."
I smirked, "touché…now why are you here? Are they evicting me from this cozy little den so another crackpot loony can stay here? You look pretty sane, but then again I think I do to."
He glowered at me, "I am not a crackpot loony, I'm your new partner."
I shrugged, "I don't need a new partner."
He looked hurt, "well I didn't exactly want to be here either. They seemed to think I couldn't handle real cases."
Anger flared through me, "real cases?" I yelled, "this is a legitimate branch of the FBI! These cases are just as real as the gangbangers, hookers, murders, and everything else that goes through this damn place!"
He was practically cowering, "I'm sorry…" he whimpered.
I felt horrible now, "I…I'm very protective of the X-Files…I'm sorry…"
He was staring at the floor, refusing to look up and meet my gaze, "no…I really shouldn't have said that…it was really out of line…I just…ever since I got here all I've been doing is fetching coffee and…yeah…it's been really frustrating…and I don't want to be whining so I think I'll just shut up."
I stared at him, "nah you weren't whining, I hate when other agents treat me like I'm less than them just because I don't work up there with them, instead I'm in this happy little basement of mine."
He raised his eyebrows, "happy?"
I grinned, "sarcasm."
He looked embarrassed, "right…yeah…"
"Well if you're my new partner then I'm going to have to tell you the rules around here."
"Rules?" he groaned.
"Come in and shut the door," I laughed.
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A few weeks later, in a dingy little motel room
"Where are they Mulder?"
"Where are what?" I asked innocently.
Alex narrowed his eyes, "you know what…"
"No…no I don't…"
He gave me a 'I don't believe you look'.
I shrugged, "I really don't know where whatever it is, is…"
He gave me an exasperated sigh, "Mulder."
"What? I'm completely innocent…I didn't take anything."
In a mock, girly tone he said, "bitch please, I know you took my Cheerios."
I laughed, "your Cheerios, what you don't believe in sharing?"
He shook his head, "no Mulder, I hate sharing. Now on a more serious note, I meant where did you put the files I was looking at?"
"Oh those, uhh…I tossed those back in the briefcase."
His eye twitched, "I'm going to kill you for that…"
"Oh really?" I smirked.
"Really…very…very soon…"
"How soon?" I smirked.
"When you least expect it…" he grinned.
I laughed, "hey I'm gonna order some pizza, you want?"
"What kind?" he began pawing through the briefcase.
"I don't know yet…what kind do you like?"
"Cheese…lots of cheese…"
"Alright, one cheese and one pepperoni," I picked up the phone and dialed.
When I finished placing the order I glanced over at Alex, he was sitting cross legged, flipping through one of the folders. I frowned when he bent a bit and I realized I could see every one of his vertebrae very clearly.
"Alex…" I said standing, and walking to him.
"Hmm?" he didn't look up.
"Alex," I repeated.
"Hmm?" he sounded a bit annoyed now, but he looked up, I dropped down next to him and took the file from him.
"Heey…I was looking at that!" he whined, trying to grab it.
I switched it to my right hand, and stretched it away from him.
He let out a short exasperated sigh, and then threw himself across my lap trying to get it. I was so surprised that I almost dropped the file, but came back to my sense when he grabbed it.
"Uh uh," I laughed, pulling it away from him again.
He let out a little growl, he sat up, but now he was more or less sitting in my lap, I held the file up above my head.
"Mulder!" he whined, "give it back!"
"I didn't hear please," I taunted.
He practically tackled me, and we both fell, him on top of me. We lay there staring at each other for a few moments, I was marveling at just how beautiful his eyes were, how full his lips were and I wondered what they would taste like…what would Alex taste like!? Why was I thinking like this!? He's my partner! He's who I work with! He's a he!
He seemed to notice me staring at him, "what? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Like…" I cleared my throat, my voice had sounded weak. And I felt weak…
"Really intense, like you were thinking very hard about something…" he mumbled.
I shrugged, "keeping this file away from you?"
He stared at me for a minute, before practically jumping off me, "right…"
"Where are you going?" even to me I sounded needy.
"Taking a shower…I need one after everything that's happened today…" he walked to the bathroom, closed, and locked the door behind him.
I stood, then sank onto the bed, "but I want you to stay in here with me…" I whispered, as I heard the water turn on.
I wonder what his lips would have felt like…probably soft and sweet…probably like the light tickles from a butterfly's wings…what's wrong with me? He's a man! Albeit an absolutely beautiful one at that…I bet his hair is softer than the glossy raven feathers it looks like…and his eyes are like emeralds sparkling in the sunlight…his emerald eyes framed by long, thick dark lashes…so beautiful…
A sharp knock on the door, startled me from my thoughts, I stood clumsily and walked to the door. Opening it I saw a gawky teenage boy with bad acne, holding two boxes of pizza.
"Oh hey, thanks, let me just go grab my wallet." I said walking to the table, grabbing it and walking back to the door.
"How much?" I asked.
"Twenty-four ninety-eight," he answered.
I pulled out a twenty, a five and a one, and then handed them to him.
"This is twenty-six…" he said slowly.
I shrugged, "keep it…I don't care."
He grinned, "Thanks man, best tip I ever got!" he then handed me the boxes, and left.
I grabbed the one labeled pepperoni, carefully setting Alex's on the table, and hopped onto one of the beds. I flung the top off, grabbed a slice and began eating.
Pure. Heaven.
"I smell pizza," I glanced up and practically choked. Alex's hair was still wet, and the water droplets were slowly streaming down his jaw, neck and the part of his chest I could see. He was wearing a tight, white undershirt and green plaid pajama bottoms, which were a bit long on him. He had never looked so innocent, sexy and desirable in the short time I had known him.
He noticed me staring at him, "again with the intense look Mulder…"
"Eat your pizza…" I mumbled.
He shrugged, grabbed the box and flung himself down next to me; he opened the lid of the box and grabbed a piece of his pizza.
He took a bite a sighed, "mmm…pure bliss…this is sooo good…"
I laughed, "Alex Krycek! The only guy who can orgasm from eating pizza."
He laughed as well, "shut up, this is damn good pizza."
I grinned, "I know…"
He took another bite, "damn…" he sighed.
I glanced at him and felt my heart clench, and a bit of lust stirring deep in my stomach. His eyes were closed, and he was currently licking some melted cheese off of his bottom lip. I couldn't control myself anymore, I leaned over and licked the cheese off of his lips. God…they were just as soft, softer!, than I thought they would be…but now he was staring at me, jaw dropped…
"Damn…" I whispered.
"Mulder…" he whispered slowly.
"Yes…?"
He sat up, set his half eaten slice of pizza back in the box and stared at me then murmured, "do you want to kiss me?"
I stared at him, had I really, truly heard him correctly?
"K-kiss you?" I stammered.
He blushed a bit, making him look even more innocent, and nodded.
"Kiss you?" I repeated stupidly.
He looked crushed, and I realized he thought I was rejecting him, "actually…never--"
I broke him off by grabbing him by his upper arms and hastily pressing my lips against his. He jumped a bit, seemed a bit shocked and resistant, but I simply pulled him closer, pressing my lips harder against his. After a moment he began kissing me back, his hands clenched my shirt, holding on as if for dear life. I wrapped my arms tightly around his slender waist and he moved one arm up around my neck, holding me tightly. His lips were so soft and gentle…just like butterfly wings…so innocent…I felt horrible.
We pulled back and stared at each other.
"Alex…I'm sorry…I shouldn't…I shouldn't have taken advantage of you…"
"Taken advantage?" he mumbled, his eyes somewhat glazed.
I nodded, looking away from him, "I'm so sorry…"
"You shouldn't be…you think I'm very innocent…and it makes you feel bad…"
I looked back at him, he looked a bit amused.
I shrugged, "maybe you're not as innocent as you seem…but…it doesn't feel right…"
His face fell, "yeah…when you're straight acting like you're gay must be hard. Of course I wouldn't really know, but I do know it's hard to act straight when you're gay."
"Alex…"
"Don't…don't even…"
"Alex…I don't know what I feel right now…I know I like you…"
He didn't answer, simply looked down at the bed and crossed his legs.
"Alex…look at me…"
He didn't, if anything he stared even harder at the bed.
I sighed, "I don't know anything about love, or being gay…I've never been in love…and I don't even think I am gay…I've never wanted any guy before I met you…"
"But to you I'm not entirely a guy…I'm too innocent in your opinion…to feminine?"
"No!" I cried, "yes, you're looks make you seem innocent…but feminine? No not really…I think that—it's all so confusing…"
He sighed, "Yeah…I'm sure it is for you…but for me it's pretty simple."
"And…?"
He shrugged, "just another guy, one who treats me like I'm worth it, then he tries to take things further. Makes me fall in love with him, makes me think the world revolve around him, makes me see stars when he kisses me. Then he sees some," he made finger quotations, "'beautiful young woman, just his type' and I'm completely forgotten. Just someone else who I can't ever have…he sees her and suddenly realizes he isn't gay…" he looked away quickly, but not before I saw the tears in his eyes, "that I was just…a fucktoy who…never mattered in the first place…who doesn't have a heart or feelings…" he suddenly looked at me, glaring, "and I haven't felt this way about anyone since my last year of high school! I could make guys do anything for me in college, just by flirting…it was easy…I broke their hearts and mine didn't get another crack in it…and then I go to Quantico, same thing! Easy as anything else! Then I come here…I decide to lie low for a while, be a good little boy. Then they assign me to work with you, and I decide, 'okay Alex, keep being a good little boy' but then…I realized who I was working with…the man who had caught my eye on the first day I arrived…the one who I realized if I never met, I would never love…and then I did meet you! And…and I did fall in love with you! You didn't even make me! It's just the same thing…as it always is…" he hung his head miserably.
I stared at him, "that wasn't simple at all…that was kinda complicated…"
He trembled, "it's just someone else who I can't have, something else completely forbidden to me…"
"Alex…please…look at me," I begged.
He didn't, "I'll ask to be reassigned to be someone else's partner, or go back to fetching coffee, if you don't want to be near me anymore…because I understand if--"
I grabbed his chin, and hastily pressed my lips against his, he whimpered and I moaned softly. His lips were softer than satin, and sweeter than anything I'd ever tasted. He let out a little whine and pushed me away from him. I wanted to cry out from the loss.
"D-don't…don't do this to me Mulder…don't…please…"
"Do what?" I whispered, taking his slender wrists in one of my hands, stroking his right hand with the other.
He tried to pull away again, but I wouldn't let him, I simply pulled him closer to me. He looked up at me, his lips trembling, green eyes wide in fear.
"Alex…stop running away from me…I won't hurt you," I whispered, moving my hand to stroke a wet strand of hair behind his ear.
He let out a whimper, "do you promise…?"
"I do…I want you too Alex…I want you more than I've ever wanted anything in the entire world…"
He licked his lips and stared at me, moving a bit closer to me, looking confused.
"Alex?" I murmured.
"Yes, what--" I cut him off by kissing him again, he trembled but in a moment was kissing me back, his soft lips molding and moving against mine. He got one arm from my grip and wound it tightly around my waist. I let go of his other hand and he twisted his fingers through my hair, pulling me closer. I set my hands on his hips, my nails lightly digging into the thin material of his pajama pants. He moaned softly, clutching my hair tightly, soft shudders racking his body. I tentatively opened my mouth and licked at his bottom lip, he opened his mouth, his tongue mingling with mine. After a few moments I began to softly suck on the tip of his tongue, he whined and shifted a bit, as if he was trying to get more comfortable. His hand, which had been clutching my hair, dropped to my shoulder, and then my chest, then stomach, then he slid his hand under my shirt. I let out a small gasp and I felt him laugh lightly.
I pulled back, "what?"
He smirked, not answering, simply pulled me back to him, kissing me fiercely. I grabbed him, pushing him down on the bed beneath me, pressing myself against him. He pressed his hand against my chest, pushing at me.
"What?" I mumbled, nipping his bottom lip softly.
He let out another whine, "pizz…p…pizza…move…"
"What are you babbling about?"
"Move the pizza," he rolled his eyes.
I moved it and began nipping at his bottom lip again, "better?"
He twisted his fingers through my hair, "yes…" he panted.
I could feel how hard he was, but he probably wasn't as hard as I was, I was practically shaking, how many times had I dreamt about Alex? In this very position? He let out a little whine, bucking his hips against mine, to let me know that I had stopped. To this I began to suck lightly on his collarbone.
He whined, "oh…Gods…yes…"
I grazed my teeth over his collarbone and got an electric response, he shoved himself against me, the friction which was created made me let out a moan myself. In response to my moan Alex propped himself up on his elbows and gazed at me.
"What?" I asked self consciously.
He shook his head, "you've really only been with women haven't you?"
"Yes…and few at that…why? Does it show?"
He tilted his head, I suddenly noticed the reddish purple bruise on his collarbone.
"What?" he said, noticing me staring, he glanced down, then looked back up at me.
"You gave me a hickey!" he yelped.
"And?" I mumbled, lowering my head to suck at the bruise on his collarbone.
He growled and pushed me off him, "stop…now back on topic, it's obvious that you haven't been with a guy before, you're to gentle. But…you could easily have told me you've been with many women and I would believe you," he grinned, "now…about the hickey…not cool…I am going to get my revenge now." He grabbed me, pinning me down, my head now at the foot of the bed. He more or less pounced on top of me, "now…Fox…" he purred.
"Don't call me--" he cut me off by rolling his eyes and tugging my shirt off. He stared at me for a moment then mumbled something.
"What?" again I felt self conscious.
"It was Russian," he mumbled, still staring at me.
"And?"
"And I thanked God for giving me such a sexy partner."
I began rubbing the back of his leg, "can you tell me what it is so I can say that?"
He ignored me and began to lap his tongue softly over my chest and stomach.
"Ah! What are you…what…mmm…oh Gods that feels good…" I moaned, my breathing increasing as he began to move lower, lapping his tongue over my stomach and abs.
I felt him smile, and then he looked up, smirking, "did you like that Fox?"
I didn't even care that he'd called me Fox, "yes…Gods yes…" I panted.
He moved up so that he was sitting perfectly in my lap, his hands on my stomach, "really? How much?"
"So…so much…more than you would think Alex…" I propped myself up on my elbows, then I reached up and grabbed him, pulling him mere inches from me, "but I liked this better," I began to suck on his collarbone again. He moaned softly, moving so that his elbows were locked and his knees were on either side of me. I grinned and began lapping at the new bruise on his neck.
"Nnn…Fox…" he whined.
"What?" I murmured, nipping at his neck now.
"On…top…you…" he panted, completely disoriented, but I understood his meaning, grabbed him and then pinned him down beneath me. He wrapped his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist, soft whines escaping him. With a cautious glance at him I pulled of his shirt, tossing it on the floor to join my shirt. Now I could feel his bare chest against mine, he whined and pulled me closer. I squirmed lower and began to nibble and suck on his collarbone, making him arch his back and whine in pleasure. He began clawing at my back and whining louder.
"What is it?" I murmured, pulling up some, surveying with satisfaction the three bruises on his neck and collarbone.
He whined, "stop…it's going to be really hard to hide the one on my neck and…and…"
"And what?" I murmured, lapping softly at another spot on his collarbone.
"And…it…it feels really, really good."
I smirked, "and you don't like that?"
"It…it makes me feel like I'm back in high school…all blushing and whining in pleasure at mere touches in the right places, from the right people…"
I looked at the spot on his collarbone, now glistening slightly from my saliva and began to suck on it. He yelped and twisted his fingers in my hair, pulling me away.
"What?" I groaned.
"Stop," he whined, "please…it makes me so embarrassed…"
"But…" I smirked, "those sounds you make are…so delicious."
He blushed a bit, looking down and away from me.
I tilted his chin up and kissed him softly, gently moving my lips against his. He sighed, grabbed me and began biting and lapping at my lower lip, then began talking, pausing to bite my lip, "how many times," bite, "do I have to tell you," bite, "that I am not a woman," bite, "and you don't need to be so damn," hard bite, "gentle?"
I shrugged, "like I said, I've never been with another man before…I'm used to women telling me to be gentle…"
"Well," he growled softly in my ear, "I'm telling you to be rough…" his voice dropped to a seductive purr which made me feel as though he was lapping his tongue over my entire body, "very…very rough…"
I moaned lightly as he began to nibble on my ear, I grabbed him and began to softly kiss his neck.
"Fox…c'mon…I'm not weak, fragile and delicate…"
"I think those all mean the same thing," I murmured, biting lightly on his neck and sucking at the soft skin.
He let out a whine, "harder…"
I didn't obey him, just kept as I was.
"Fox…" he whined again, "please."
"Beg," I stated.
"I don't beg!"
"Fine then," I began sucking softer than I had been.
He let out an exasperated groan, "Fox…please!"
I smiled, this was a side of Alex I had never seen, "not good enough."
"Goddammit Fox! Just….bite me harder…nnn please…please!"
I grinned, "Good enough," and bit down hard.
He let out a sharp cry and I began to soften my teeth but he snarled, "don't you dare…"
I bit down harder, and began sucking roughly on the soft skin clenched between my teeth.
"Aaah…ohhh damn…oh God…that feels so fucking good…" he panted, clawing at my back, probably leaving red marks.
After a few moments my tongue began to sting somewhat and I pulled back a bit, then began to lick the spot on his neck I had just abused. There was a dark purple bruise there now, I began to feel horrible and pulled away from him.
"Fox…stop…" he grabbed my arm and pulled me back, so that I was lying next to him on my side.
He wrapped both of his arms around one of mine, "please?"
"Well I don't really have a choice now do I?" I sighed.
"Well…no…you don't really…but…well you kinda do. You're stronger than me and could easily pull away from me…"
I didn't answer, simply tucked a lock of wet hair behind his ear, then softly stroked his face.
He leaned his face against my hand, curling closer to me, "but I would prefer if you didn't do that…"
"Didn't do what?" I whispered, starting to pull away from him.
"That…stop pulling away from me…"
"Why?"
He let out a little whine, "why did you?"
I shrugged, "because I hurt you…"
"When?"
"Just now…if you could see the bruise on your neck…"
He laughed, "that's it? C'mon Fox, that didn't hurt me at all…I…I really liked it actually…I usually hate when people give me hickeys…"
I don't know why, but I felt an extreme jolt of jealousy mixed with pride, "you usually hate it?"
He shrugged, "yeah…it usually bugs me…why?"
"I was just wondering…" I murmured.
I felt him shrug and he began to lightly kiss my neck and shoulder.
After a few moments I couldn't take it anymore, "so…a lot of people have tried to give you hickeys?"
He paused, "I knew it…"
"What?"
He sat up, bracing himself on his hands and locking his elbows, I sat up as well.
"What?" I repeated.
"You're jealous," he looked amused, his emerald eyes flitting around my face before gazing into my eyes.
I found that I couldn't lie to him, "I'm…not…really jealous…as much as I am…erm…interested…"
He blinked a few times then started to laugh, "You are so jealous!"
"I am not!" I growled, but I couldn't help but smile a bit.
He grinned and laid his head on my shoulder; I gently took his hand and twisted my finger's with his. Then I frowned, "Alex you're too skinny. Your fingers are really bony and I could see every one of your vertebrae when you were hunched over those files."
"I wasn't hunched over the files, Fox, you make me sound like an old man."
"Don't call me that…I hate the name Fox."
"Well…would you prefer Lisitsa?"
"What does that even mean? It sounds like Lisa…" I muttered.
He grinned, and didn't answer.
"What does it mean, seriously."
He shook his head, "not telling."
"C'mon Alex! That's not--" he broke me off by pressing his soft lips against mine.
"Hush," he murmured, stroking my chest gently.
I did just as he said and fell silent, kissing him back and placing my hands on his slender hips. With a soft sigh I pulled away from him.
"What?" he said, looking miserable.
"Please promise me that you'll eat more…gain at least ten more pounds. Please? For me?"
He stared at me for a moment then muttered, "fine…"
I smiled and kissed him again, "thank you baby…"
"Baby?" he raised one eyebrow.
"What? You prefer sweetie pie? How about honey?"
He laughed, "don't get to carried away Fox, you don't wanna be giving me pet names…"
"Why not?" I murmured, softly kissing his ear, stroking some hair from his face.
He shrugged, "well…because…"
"Is this a one night stand?"
"I hope not…that would severely depress me, do you want to send me into a spiraling depression? One which I would never recover from and would forever be a depress--"
I grabbed him and kissed him roughly, "Alex?"
"Yeah?"
"Shut up."
"Whatever you say…" he murmured, tightening his arms around my waist, "but really…"
"Really what?" I groaned, rolling off him and lying next to him.
He sighed and rolled onto his stomach, looking at the TV, "never mind…"
"Tell me," I sighed, stroking his half-dry hair.
He shook his head, "no…it…it's stupid…really."
I ran my finger down his spine, "please?"
"No…and you're going to have to try harder than that if you really want me to talk."
I began softly rubbing his back, he shook his head.
"Try again…." he murmured.
After a few minutes I was about to give up, so I just began softly scratching the back of his neck, he whimpered.
I sat straight up, "I think I found it Alex," I grinned.
He didn't answer, but purred in pleasure.
"Thought so," I laughed, then stopped and pulled him into my arms.
He whined, "Why'd you stop?"
I kissed him softly, "I don't know."
He rolled his eyes and pulled me back to him, kissing me fiercely. I pushed him down onto his back and began running my hand down his slender chest and stomach. He wrapped both of his arms around my neck and one leg around my waist. I pulled away from his kisses and began nibbling on his neck, just below his jaw.
He moaned loudly, "aah…harder…"
I bit harder and began sucking on his skin again.
"Nnn…another hickey, Fox?" he panted, "you must really enjoy this…"
"I do…" I mumbled, before returning to his neck and the bruise which was forming. He twisted his fingers through my hair, soft whines of pleasure escaping him. I began rubbing his chest gently, then stroked his stomach. He whined again, and then slid his hand down my chest, leaving the other twisted in my hair. When he reached my stomach I expected him to stop, but he didn't. He grabbed the waistband of my jeans and tugged lightly. He began fiddling with the button of my jeans, got it undone and began tugging my pants off.
"Alex…" I mumbled, sitting up and pulling him with me, "what're you doing?"
"Taking off your pants? What's it look like?"
"Why…?"
He let out an exasperated sigh, "I want to know if it's boxers or briefs Mulder, what the Hell do you think?"
"Ow…don't bite my head off…" I mumbled.
He sighed again, gentler this time, "I'm sorry," he murmured.
I stayed completely still for a moment.
"Great…you're mad at me…"
Then I grabbed him, shoved him down and more or less jerked his pajama bottoms off. Then I kicked my jeans off and pinned him down, just looking at him squirming beneath me.
"Fox…" he whined, "let me go…"
I raised one eyebrow, but didn't loosen my grip.
"Please?" he whimpered.
"You…used sarcasm with me…I don't like sarcasm…" I said.
He groaned, "God, I said I was sorry!"
I shook my head, "doesn't cut it," then I bent and began licking his neck.
He whined, "aah…is this my punishment? Cuz if so…then you could do a whole lot better."
"Oh really?" I smirked.
"Yes. Really," he replied, raising one eyebrow.
I didn't answer, simply rolled my eyes and continued licking his neck. After a few moments I began licking down his chest, his breathing got a bit choppy, then down to his stomach, more choppy. Then I began kissing and licking his leg. After a few moments he moaned, trying to free his arms from my grip. I didn't let him go, just moved back up above him and pinned his arms on either side of him.
"Don't move…" I warned, letting him go, pulling back momentarily.
He whined and reached for me.
"Don't!" I growled, with more force this time.
He obediently dropped his arms back to his side, "okay…this is…worse…" he mumbled.
"Good, now stay completely still…"
He sighed, then suddenly laughed.
"What?" I asked warily.
"I just thought about on our first assignment how you ditched me when you told me to go get a car, and then later when I found you I told you I didn't like being ditched like a bad date."
"And?"
He gave me a sultry smirk, "I've never been a bad date."
I scoffed, "let me guess, you believe in kissing on the first date?"
He sat up in a slow, sultry way, "I believe in making out on the first date."
I raised my eyebrows as he purred, "and depending on how sexy they are, and how hot they make me, I might just believe in fucking on the first date."
"And have you?" I asked.
He grinned, "that's my little secret."
"I'll take that as a yes."
He shrugged, "fine, but I never said yes."
I felt even more jealousy, Alex has been with other people! Of course he has…who wouldn't want to see that hot body? But screwing on the first date? Are you just messing with me Alex? Or have you really? I mean…could you possibly have been or even be that much of slut?
"Mulder? What's wrong?"
I looked up at him, his emerald eyes held nothing but concern and worry.
"I…you…have you really screwed on a first date Alex? Or…were you just messing with me?"
"Well…no I haven't not really…I was kinda messing with you."
"Kind of?" I asked, giving him a pained expression.
"Well…I have had plenty of one night stands…and some that even turned into first dates…"
I stared at him, "you're kidding right?"
"Erm…no…no I'm not…actually I'm a bit oversexed."
I felt miserable and jealous…but I didn't love him! This was just…lust…
"Mulder…I…I'm sorry…"
I didn't answer him, what was this? Why couldn't I figure it out?
"I am…really…" he whispered.
I buried my face in my hands, trying to figure it out. I felt him shift, but paid no mind. This had to be…infatuation? Right…probably…but I wasn't gay…I didn't like men…well except for Alex…and there were those few times in high school and college. But I had been drunk then…so it didn't really count…did it? Even though I had liked it more when I was touched by a guy than a woman…but again, I'd been drunk! I groaned and sat up, the light on the right side of the room was off and Alex was curled up on the bed, back towards me, leaving me alone on this one.
I stood and walked over to him, "Alex?"
"Hmm?" even this sounded like he was trying not to cry.
"What's wrong?" I was so confused…what had happened to him?
He looked at me over his shoulder, a slightly pissed and disbelieving look.
"What?" I asked.
He shook his head and looked away from me and back at the wall.
I grabbed him and dragged him out of the bed, with him clawing and biting the whole way. Literally.
"Let me go!" he snarled, clawing my leg.
I flinched but dragged him over to my bed and dropped him on it.
He glowered at me from where he sat, I noticed that he had retrieved his pajama bottoms and white undershirt. This made me feel a bit odd, standing there in only my boxers.
"Look…" I said slowly, "I don't know what I did…but I'm trying to figure everything out right now…"
He mumbled something unintelligible.
"What?" I asked, getting a bit irritated.
"I said, why the Hell did I even bring this up in the first place?"
I shrugged, "I don't know…you were trying to make me jealous again?"
He scoffed, "no I was just teasing you and you obviously got jealous, I don't even know why...it's not like this night means anything too you…"
Anger surged through me and I grabbed him, "you don't fucking know that…you…it does…it really does…"
He stared at me defiantly, "just another night with some other little fucktoy…doesn't matter who…does it?"
I tightened my grip on his upper arms, "shut up, you know that's not true."
"Oh?" he was trembling slightly, "then tell me, why does this night mean so much? And why am I any different than the other people you've fucked?"
I stared into his emerald eyes, which, along with his trembling, indicated he was on the verge of tears.
"Well!?" he cried, his hands clenching into fists.
"It's different because…you're not someone I met on the street, and I do care about you. I trust you and wouldn't mind you sleeping in my arms."
He looked away from me, but I forced him to look back at me and continued, "I always have cared about you, since we met really…the first thing that went through my mind when I saw you was something along the lines of, there is someone beautiful in my doorway…and male. What the Hell is wrong with me? And I lied, I have been with some men before, but that was only drunken experiences in high school and college, so they don't count. And even--"
"They do count," he interrupted, "everything like that counts…everything sexual you do counts…"
"Do you also need to know that I watch porn?" I asked coldly.
"I'll lock that away for safekeeping," he answered, just as coldly.
Angrily I pulled him up onto his knees, "listen to me damnit…I didn't care about any of those guys, and I was drunk. I'm not drunk and I do care about you, so why don't you stop acting like a moody teenager?"
He glared at me, "then let go of me."
I looked at him, arms pinned to his sides, hands clenched into fists, kneeling on the bed while I stood in front of him, and let's not forget giving me a look that shot poison tipped daggers. All in all, he looked sexier and more dangerous than ever, and really, he never had looked dangerous. But now he looked like he wanted to rip my throat out.
"Let me go…" he repeated, trembling again.
I let go of one of his arms and grabbed his chin, "there, I let go of one of your arms. You should be fine now."
He snarled, "Let me go!" he placed his hand against my chest, "now."
I stared; this was an Alex I had never seen before. What happened to my timid partner? What happened to the hot, sultry minx who had just been driving me crazy? Where did this furious, if looks could kill guy come from?
I let go of him as he applied more pressure on my stomach, I raised my hands and backed away from him. He stared at me for a minute before unclenching his fist and looking away from me.
"I'm…I'm sorry Alex…" I murmured, watching him. And I really was too, I had a bad temper and…Alex had really started to piss me off…obviously I wasn't the only one who had a bad temper. Alex could look and act sweet as sugar and delicate as a butterfly, but there was another part of him as venomous and dangerous as a snake.
"Please…can you forgive me?" I asked.
His head whipped up, there were tears in his eyes, "forgive you? What the Hell is wrong with you? I should be on my knees begging you to forgive me…"
"Well you are on your knees…" I tried, hoping to lighten the mood.
He actually did laugh, I walked back over to him, sat next to him and pulled him into my lap.
"Do you forgive me?" he asked.
"Were you actually planning on shoving me? I mean…I was hanging on to you…" I asked.
"You're…avoiding the question…"
"No I need to know the answer to my question, so I can answer your question. Now, be honest."
He glowered, "yeah I was…I was pretty…well not really mad…I guess I was just really hurt…"
I raised one eyebrow, "hurt?"
He nodded, "yeah…it felt like another rejection…and I didn't, and don't, think I could really deal with another one…"
"How many times…have you been?"
He sighed, "I honestly stopped counting after about ten…"
I winced, "ouch…"
He shrugged, "you get used to it…I guess…"
"I doubt that Alex…I really doubt that a person could get used to being rejected by people who he loves or even likes. And if they don't, it's just a one night stand, it still hurts…we're entirely based on emotion, it's our ruler. Our master, and…rejection hurts like Hell…if anything…it probably gets worse."
He was still trembling and then he whispered, "yeah…it does…"
I pulled him closer against me, "and you thought I was rejecting you…"
He nodded, whimpering softly.
"But I wasn't," I tilted his head up to look at me, "I wasn't rejecting you Alex…I wanted to know why I was so jealous that you'd been with other people besides me…though of course you have…I mean…look at you!"
He raised one eyebrow, "what the Hell are you--"
"I mean Jesus Christ! You're like the hottest thing since sliced bread!"
"Sliced bread? Really?"
I shrugged, not caring how stupid he thought I was, he was smiling again, well more like smirking. But that was good enough for me.
"If you ask me, I think I'm much hotter than sliced bread, which must be kept cold. Therefore the sliced bread cannot have any steamy moments except with the toaster. And if I tried to have a steamy moment with the toaster I would wind up in the emergency room, with doctors asking me what the fuck was wrong with me! So therefore…I think sliced bread and me are equally hot."
I stared at him, "and you think I'm weird…"
He grinned, "you're the one who said I was the hottest thing since sliced bread."
I laughed, "okay, okay. But as I was saying, you are…hotter than sliced bread."
He started laughing again, "unless it's in the toaster on high!"
"Are you high?" I asked, laughing a bit.
He grinned then slurred in a southern accent, "Officer, I swear to drunk I'm not God…oops…I meant…uh…what we talkin' 'bout?"
I laughed, "well I'm gonna have to ask you to step out of the vehicle sir."
"But Officer!" he continued in his fake accent, "I really am drunk…I mean God…tarnation, I meant sober! That's the word, sober…what you talkin' bout God? I'm not God!"
I rolled my eyes and tugged his shirt off, "bad boy…putting all your clothes back on when I spent so long getting them off…"
His eyes, still amused, sparked with lust now and he gave me a sultry look, one which made me shiver and pull him closer. He smirked as I tugged his pajama bottoms off again.
"I see our preference of underwear differs Alex, this is not a good sign," I grinned.
He rolled his eyes, "please, you're just jealous you don't look this good in briefs, so you wear boxers, which by the way look delicious on you."
"I could say the same about you, but you've already got a huge ego."
He laughed, "oh? Well…all this flattery and touching makes it bigger…"
"Are we still talking about your ego?" I raised my eyebrows.
He wrapped one arm around my neck, "I don't know…are we?"
I stared at him for a moment, then kissed him fiercely, "not a chance."
He kissed me back, just as fiercely. I licked his lips and he opened his mouth, I slipped my tongue in and began tasting him fully again. It really was wonderful, he tasted indescribably good, and also a hint of something sweet…. He whined in pleasure as I began sucking his tongue, his hips bucking up against mine.
"Now stop that…" I murmured, pressing my hand firmly on his stomach and pushing him down.
He whined but tried at the very least, but as I began sucking hungrily on his collarbone he seemed to lose that shred of self control and he bucked himself up against me again. I pressed my hand on his stomach again, "stop it or I will get rope and tie you down."
His eyes widened a bit, and he whimpered, "tie me down?"
"Yes…" I answered, wishing I hadn't said that.
He gave me another sultry eye fuck, "mmm…how inconceivably naughty…I didn't know you liked bondage."
I smirked, "why do you think I keep pinning you down?"
"Oh and here I thought it was just because you wanted to keep me from getting away."
I lapped at his neck, "not a chance, now stop shoving yourself up against me like that…"
"Why?" he whined, "it's not like I can really control it when you're doing that."
"Why? Because it's distracting! And…I'm sure you can control it you just don't want to…"
He shrugged, all seductive and tantalizing again, "well…don't lie," he shoved his hips against mine and rubbed against me, creating some lovely friction from our erections.
"You like it…a lot," he smirked, "maybe even love it. In fact…it gets you really hot for me to be acting like such a slut doesn't it? Hmm? You want me to be your slut don't you?"
"I don't know," I panted, "do I?"
He rubbed against me again and I moaned in pleasure, "mmm yes you do…in fact…you've probably thought about this when you watched your porn."
"You remembered that?" I panted.
"Yes," he shoved his hips against me once more and I let out a loud moan.
"So you think that I think about this when I watch my porn? Well…you're fucking right," I shoved his hips down onto the bed, "now stop it or I will seriously tie you down."
"You'd like that wouldn't you? Mmm…yeah…you're thinking about it…what would it be like to come home to me tied up and waiting for you?"
"A lot more interesting than watching porn…"
"Hmph…but wouldn't you like that Fox? Wouldn't that be so good for you? A nice way to relieve your stress?"
I scoffed, "I'm not going to use you to relieve stress, I'm going to fuck you and make you scream and moan so loudly that the fucking people next door will know my name in a short time."
He moaned softly, "what is this? Verbal stimulation used against me?"
I smirked, "yes, not so fun is it?"
"Actually I find it incredibly hot…"
"I find you incredibly hot," I murmured, rubbing his inner thigh.
He moaned, "glad we agree…on something…"
"So…so very hot…"
"You want to know what's hot? That one time you went chasing after our suspect and when you came back you were all sweaty…" he moaned, "I had wet dreams all week."
The thought of him having wet dreams made me moan in turn.
He tilted his head back, "yeah…" he murmured, "you were all sweaty…and were only wearing a pair of jeans…and God…you were just touching me everywhere…and I couldn't stop moaning and whining…and…ah God…it was…so fucking sexy…nnn…"
"That same dream every night?" I had to admit, the thought of doing that to him was highly appealing.
"With a few variations, in a few you fucked me…" he raised an eyebrow.
"Was that a hint?"
"Yes, we're not getting any younger."
"Oh excuse me pops I didn't know that you were going to expire soon."
"Not worried about myself, I'm only twenty five. You're like what…sixty seven?"
"Ha ha very funny."
He grinned, "But seriously…I'm getting hornier by the second…"
I sighed, "Such a little nymphomaniac."
He smirked, "no not really, I'm not addicted to sex, or maybe I am. I don't know…am I?"
"It depends, how many times have you had sex and do you masturbate at least once a day?"
"I think I'll use my right to the Fifth Amendment on that question…" he grinned.
I stared at him, "this…isn't an infamous crime Alex…"
"It's infamous, that's all that counts."
"No it doesn't…go back to Social Studies…"
He raised his eyebrows, "fine," and made to stand up.
I shoved him down, "afterwards…"
He smirked, "yeah, that's what I thought."
I rolled my eyes and began kissing him, while rubbing his inner thigh again. He whined softly, wrapping one arm around my neck and pressing the other against my chest, he pushed me back a bit.
"What?" I panted, grazing my teeth over his ear, and smirking when he moaned quietly.
"No…no more foreplay…"
"You just want me to fuck you?"
"Well…no…because that would hurt like Hell…but I really don't like much foreplay…"
"Why not? You do foreplay before you play." I raised my eyebrows suggestively.
He gave me a pained look, "please…no puns or anything…none of your Mulder Humor."
"It has a name?"
"Yes, Mulder Humor Which I Find Incredibly Annoying At Times Like This. But we can just call it Mulder Humor for short."
I laughed, "you really are weird…"
"Why thank you, I try my best," he smirked.
"Yeah, I know," I caught his lips again and began rubbing his inner thigh again, then I moved and began biting and sucking on his neck.
He whined, " I told you…not this much foreplay!"
"Why not?" I murmured, pulling up and looking at him.
He sighed, "It's just…it drives me crazy…all of it feels like teasing not foreplay…it doesn't feel like we're getting ready for sex, it feels like I'm being taunted…"
"Taunted?" I repeated.
"Yes…taunted…"
"Alright," I murmured, pinning him down and tugging his briefs off, he whined softly, wrapping his arms around my neck and one leg around my waist. He then moved one arm and tugged my boxers off. I moaned at the sensation of being pressed against him, without anything separating us. He moved his hand in-between us and began to stroke me. I moaned loudly, burying my face in his neck and biting hard. He let out a little yelp, but began moaning afterwards. I began sucking on his neck, he kept stroking my erection and moaning, with every stroke I sucked harder on his neck. He whined loudly as I nudged his legs apart with my knee, then he whined, "lick your fingers before…"
"Uhm…what?"
"If you just fuck me its gonna hurt like Hell for me, so you need to get me ready, more foreplay, with your fingers. And you need to lick them first…you should know this…"
"Why?"
He sighed, "just do it already…"
I shrugged, licked one finger and slid it inside of him, he moaned loudly, arching his back and bucking his hips in pleasure.
"What did I tell you about that?" I murmured, slipping another finger into him.
He moaned louder, and began moving himself up and down, little whines escaping him.
I began sucking on his neck again, slipping a third finger inside of him, he moaned even louder.
"God you're noisy Alex…" I smirked.
"Sh-shut up…" he panted.
I grinned, then moved down some more and lightly began to lick his nipple, he whined even louder.
"Too much?" I teased, slipping my fingers in and out of him, while pausing to nibble in-between licks.
"No…aah…yes…nnn…feels…so good…" was the response I got.
"Do you think you're ready?" I murmured, switching to bite and lick his other nipple.
He whined again, "y-yeah…nnn…I kinda like it a bit rough…"
I pulled my fingers out and looked at him, "how do you want to do this?"
He shrugged, "up to you really…"
I took his legs and pushed them apart, settling in between them, "how's that?"
"Perfect," he murmured, pulling me back to him. After a few moments of fierce kissing I gently pushed into him. After a few moments I was halfway in and trembling. He was perfect. So hot and tight, plus I could hear him whining and begging me to continue. Just halfway in and I could come right here, but that wouldn't be fair to Alex. I finished pushing all the way in and then I waited for him to get used to it. After a moment he whined and murmured, "Oh please…please fuck me…"
I began moving slowly, more to keep my control than for him, I knew this would probably bother him. And it did, he bit my shoulder and growled, "harder…oh fuck…harder…"
I did as he said and began going harder, he was moaning so loudly, and I was to, that it was a wonder we hadn't been caught and kicked out yet.
"Nnn…oh God…aah Fox…aah, so good…so damn fucking good!" he cried.
I bit his neck and began sucking, knowing this would give him another hickey, maybe his worse one yet. He was moaning loudly and it really was driving me crazy, it felt as though every nerve in my body was on overload, and I loved it. And I loved this moment, and his body, and his moans and yelps and cries of pleasure, but most of all I loved him. I was startled by the thought and then startled as Alex growled and bit my shoulder hard. I ignored the thoughts and continued thrusting into him, he began moaning loudly again, I noticed his arms were by his sides, clenching the bed sheet in his hands. I knew I was getting close, and that I couldn't last much longer. And right before I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer Alex came. He tightened around me, and I came as well. I practically floated down, little aftershocks shaking me. I rolled off of him, then grabbed him and pulled him into my arms. He curled up in my arms, reminding me of a kitten.
"Best…orgasm…ever…" he mumbled against my chest, wrapping his arms tightly around me.
"I have to agree with you on that…" I whispered, kissing him lightly.
"This better not be a one night stand…"
"Never…that would be horribly cruel to you, and would drive me insane…"
"You already are insane…" he laughed.
"On what basis?"
"If only you knew…hey Fox?"
"Hmm?" I was about to fall asleep, nothing was really making too much sense right now.
"I'm sorry…"
But I hardly heard him, soon I was asleep, a peaceful dreamless sleep, happy knowing I had Alex in my arms.