The Changing
by Nicole
RATING: Very NC-17
SPOILERS: Probably not, but do you care?
SUMMARY: Alternate Universe in which Mulder is the object of more than one fantasy and some men will go to any lengths to get what they want. This is the beginning of a continuing story.
WARNING: Sexual Assault, Angst, explicit sex (consensual and non-consensual) between hot men, magic, and B&D. If that isn't your thing or you are below the age of consent. DO NOT READ!!!!!!!!!! My Krycek has two arms and he's going to keep them thank you.
DISCLAIMER: They aren't mine. I don't make any money...wouldn't take it if I could, just borrowing, you can have them back.
FEEDBACK: Yes please. It is my first so constructive criticism is welcome. Just no long lectures please. Been to college to enjoy those lectures already.
DEDICATED TO: Megaera for beta, for inspiring me and instructing me, Cerulean for encouraging me with her great ideas and Amothea for getting my butt in gear to write it in the first place. All remaining mistakes are mine and mine alone.
Chapter One
"Mine""Just take me into your body."
Paula Cole
He ran a tanned hand through his brown locks and pushed back his shoulders, moaning a bit as the tension in his body slowly began to ebb. He squeezed his neck muscles at the point where his broad shoulders arced gracefully into his long neck and rotated his head. A sigh of pleasure escaped his lush lips and his partner smiled at him as he stretched, her exotic blue eyes crinkled with pleasure.
"Do you want to be alone Mulder?" She teased and without opening his eyes he smiled.
"Gosh Scully, I don't know...I was hoping you'd take the hint and jump my bones."
She gave a noise that was sounded suspiciously like a snort and he opened one eye in amusement.
"My dainty partner. She's tiny but she can snort..." Before he could launch into a serious tease the phone at her desk rang; the sound lonely and flat in the basement office.
She raised a perfectly groomed red brow and said dryly, "The proverbial bell just rang."
He chuckled and as she talked on the phone he looked down again at the files that cluttered his surprisingly messy desk. He had loosened his tie and undone his top button; receiving a scolding look from Scully but it had been worth it. The cases before him were begging to receive a space in the National Inquirer, and even he knew that. He was wholly unconvinced that a child raised in a chicken coup had been found filthy among her fellow hens, raising her own young.
He sighed as he filed that in the circular bin, watching Scully beneath impossible long russet lashes. She was animated in her conversation and he gaped as she blushed. She was talking to a man! A non-work related conversation he was stunned to realize. He had thought so long as Scully as his own private property that the very idea that she was flirting, in his presence no less, bothered him. He flicked open another file, pursing his lips a bit. He had flirted with her for years but had never been inclined to do more. He didn't analyze this, it was just Scully. He loved her, more than he loved himself, but the idea of her naked and in bed had never driven him to lustful fantasies. Unbidden an image of Alex Krycek, naked and hard, flashed before him and he moaned again. Speaking of lustful fantasies. For a moment all thoughts of Scully flirting with another man fled and in its wake he could see those green eyes, not innocent but forceful and filled with lust.
"Shit." He gasped, feeling the painful erection suddenly swell against the expensive fabric of his trousers. He shifted, feeling his head slide across the silk of his boxers imagining it was the silk of Alex's mouth. He inevitably got hard when he thought of Alex, the man he hated. Scully had paused and was staring questioningly at him. He managed a sickly smile and tried to banish the nude Alex from his mind and focus on his next file. A phantom voice in his mind was whispering to Alex, begging Alex to take him. He had whispered that particular entreaty so often in the dark his own cock in his hands pumping frantically, hips raising off the sheets, guiltily hating himself for the fantasy that consumed him; Alex inside him possessing him utterly.
He wiped at his suddenly moist brow and banished all such thoughts. With a force of will he was able to concentrate once again on work. The subject of the next case folder withered his pulsing erection. The first image of a dead child took the saliva from his mouth. The young boy did not look human anymore, more like a pomegranate that had been crushed under a heavy boot. Amid the grisly pomade the child's face was untouched and hauntingly beautiful. Mulder felt sick at the sight of such violence. The child's sightless blue eyes were pointed to the sky; the flawless face set in a rictus of pain and fear. The corpse was laid across an old wooden bridge; the type that, while picturesque, did not see much traffic. The blood from the young tenant had soaked into the old faded boards, marking the sight indelibly; testimony to the brutality that had occurred there. He set that picture aside and began to look through the dozens of other similar pictures. The most obvious pattern was that the victims were all male, Caucasian, and between the ages of eleven and thirteen; the cusp of puberty he noted. The murdered boys had all been found within the Beltway and they were all from very prominent families. He studied the photos clinically, having to distance himself or he would scream at the deliberate evil.
He saw something in the first photo that jolted him, and with a quick survey of the other crime scene photographs he realized that there was another constant; a more subtle constant. In every photographs a symbol had been drawn in a waxy substance near the body. He figured it to be wax as the blood encircled it but did not cover it. The marks were subtle and were most likely not meant to be noticed by the police. He knew he had seen the symbol before. It was a crescent moon partially enveloped by an elliptical sphere all within a larger square; not ominous in the least and yet a chill made it's way down his spine like an electrical current.
He rose quietly and went to his bookshelf where it took a few moments to locate the book he wanted. "Anthropology of Slavic Culture" Mulder read. He opened the seemingly innocuous book. The author, Dr. Jayne Reeves had spent a lifetime studying the origins of Satanism. As understood by the Western world. Her thesis was simple; Satanism, as understood in a modern context, began long before Christianity or Islam or any other single God religion had replaced Animistic beliefs on multiple gods. Much like early Egyptian, or Greek and Roman beliefs in various capricious Gods and Fates so too was there ancient worship of various evil entities. Reeves studied those beliefs in pre-Roan, Slavic nations. He remembered having read her work with avid interest as she had compiled copious amounts of evidence to support her claims. Her work was largely ignored as it rejected the Christian notion of a fall from grace and insisted instead that evil had always existed in the universe. She based this notion on the physical laws of equal and opposing forces.
"For every force there must be an equal and opposing force." Mulder whispered.
"What are you reading Mulder?" Scully questioned warily; she recognized the driven expression on his face.
He turned wide hazel eyes to her. "Oh a nice beak about evil as a force and those innocent lambs that worship it." At Scully's pained look he shrugged, "Dr. Reeves teaches at Berkeley and her work is famous...easily the most substantial work on the subject. The guy who wrote "The Exorcist" William Peter Blatty was said to have borrowed heavily from her work."
Scully nodded and moved to sit on the edge of his desk. "And?"
He brought the book back to the desk with him and handed her the thick file of murdered boys. He watched her as she flipped through the ghastly pages, impressed by her seeming aplomb. The only evidence that she was affected by the brutality was a slight tightening of her beautiful red lips. She took her time and thoroughly looked through the case file, before looking up at her expectant partner.
"Mulder while the people who did this are evil, this is clearly a case of child pornography snuff films. Some wacko who gets off on torturing and murdering young boys, maybe a group of wackos...what does your Dr. Reeves and her take on Satanism have to do with it?"
"Snuff films?" Mulder asked intrigued.
She nodded and flipped to the pages of investigative notes. "In every instance where there were witnesses that saw the boys with strangers the man had a camera and was filming the boys. It is the contention of the investigative officers...all of them, that these were the beginnings of a snuff film. And here." She pointed to a picture of the third victim who had been found in Woodside Forest, just within the beltway boundary of Highway 495. She tapped at a close up of the loose black soil. "There are three indentations here, triangular in shape...like a camera was placed in a tripod in order to catch all the action."
He shook his head, "That might be true Scully but look at these markings...see there?" He pointed to all the marks in the photos.
She shrugged, "So it's a calling card. Some like to leaves scarves ties nicely around their victims neck, this guy like Merlin's hat."
Mulder sighed, "Scully that is not Merlin's hat. It is a symbol used by one of the earliest documented religion of dark worship."
"Dark worship? Okay." She returned to her desk and gave him a typical Scully look and went back to her own work.
He was not in the least disheartened. He depended on Scully to be grounded, she might even be right, it might indeed be your garden variety child molesters who had exotic and deadly tastes...but his gut told him she wasn't right, that there was more to it.
It was several hours later that Scully bid him goodnight. She was flushed and he knew that she was probably going to meet HIM! She was gone in a wave of soft perfume before he could complain or come up with a reason she had to stay with him. Once she was gone and he found himself pouting he knew his attitude was childish. She deserved some happiness, and some sex too...one of them should get some he figured. He smiled a bit at the thought.
"Agent Mulder."
He looked up startled. Skinner stood in the door, filling the frame completely. For such a big man he sure was quiet, Mulder thought. Skinner's expression was, as always, stern.
"Sir?" Mulder asked feeling tired al of a sudden.
"Tomorrow Assistant Director in Charge, Murdoch will formally request your personal attendance in one of the cases the D.C. Field Office is handling. You will politely accept."
Mulder gaped at Skinner. "Sir with all due respect ADIC Murdoch is...why does he need me?" The request didn't make any sense to Mulder. AS one of the largest field offices in the Nation, Murdoch had a massive staff consisting of Deputy Assistant Directors. Special Agents in Charge as well as a slew of the most qualified Special Agents in the country.
Skinner sighed and rubbed a tired hand over the bridge of his nose. For a moment Mulder wanted to ask him to sit down and relax. He seemed so tired and tense. "Mulder he will no doubt explain everything tomorrow morning."
Mulder plucked at the paper file before him, "But Sir I think I have a case of Devil worship involving the disappearance and murder of young children. I believe that it..."
Skinner turned abruptly and left, and agonized expression on his face.
Mulder frowned. He knew Skinner hated theses 'Flights of Fancy' but he could at least listen, especially considering that Mulder was proven correct more often than not.
Over his massive shoulder he threw one last command. "Be in my office at 8:00 am sharp Agent Mulder."
****
Mulder let himself into his apartment still angry over the reassignment. He could only hope that it was a short assignment. ADIC Murdoch was a strange man and Mulder had caught the man staring darkly at him on more than one occasion. Younger than Skinner Murdoch had risen up the FBI ranks due to political connections and the wealth of his family. Being assigned the position of Assistant Director in Charge of the Capital was a plum job, central to the power structure of the government even if it wasn't a position within FBIHQ. A comparable position would be the Deputy Director of the FBI, such was the influence of the position.
On paper the Assistant Directors at HQ outranked him, but in reality it was well known he outranked them both in influence and position. To be fair Mulder had to admit that the man was shrewd and no one could complain about his ability to do the job. Despite that, the man gave Mulder the creeps. James Murdoch was slightly taller than Mulder but his physique was reminiscent of AD Skinner, powerful and exuding brute strength. However, the resemblance ended there. Where Skinner inspired confidence, and Mulder reluctantly had grown to trust him, Murdoch made Mulder nervous in a way he could not define. Were he a woman he would recognize the feeling as an instinctual reaction to a sexual predator, but as it was Mulder could only try to avoid the man and his intense, expressionless stares. Murdoch was a handsome man with black eyes and hair, and dark, smooth skin. His eyes seemed to burn into those who spoke to him and his cruel mouth rarely smiled, and when it did the unlucky recipient of the smile felt like they were facing a shark.
The glow from the fishtank was the only light as Mulder threw his tie over a chair and made his way toward the kitchen and a cold beer. He was walking back toward his beloved couch swigging thirstily when a silken voice from the darkness spoke.
"Oh Fox drinking in the dark now...baby, baby what next?"
Fox froze, recognizing Krycek's voice. He was still reeling with the knowledge that Krycek was close when his stunned mind acknowledged that he had been called baby by him and it wasn't merely part of one of his hotter fantasies. Fox swallowed and made his way to the couch, for once unprepared to feign disinterest or pure hatred. A lamp switched on and he couldn't stop his hungry gaze from finding Alex leaning casually against a wall, his lithe muscled body resplendent in faded denim jeans and a plain black T-shirt. His beautiful face was a perfect facade to hide a stone cold killer. The pretty bow shaped mouth was moist and oh so inviting.
Mulder shook his head and tried to remember that this was the man who killed his father and Scully's sister. Though the later was beginning to be questionable in his mind. However, this was the man who had lied to him, betrayed him...but Oh God, who made him hotter than any other person alive. He was so wrapped up in fighting his desire for the despicable killer, he failed to note that the object of his desire had moved and was mere inches away. When a spicy, musky scent filled his nostrils he started and tensed.
"Get...get out Krycek." He managed weakly, the first words he had spoken.
Krycek chuckled, "Am I making you nervous Fox baby?"
Again that mouth had formed that word and Mulder felt his cock twitch hungrily. Alex was behind him and so close he could feel his warm breath on his neck. He tried not to moan, but he was not able to stop from shifting his hips in an effort to receive some small friction on his cock.
"Just here to make sure you didn't forget about me. I know you haven't, but I thought I'd make sure. He put one hand on Mulder's tense shoulder.
Mulder threw him off and put the couch between them. "I have no problem...forgetting you, you bastard." He stared at his couch, not daring to meet Krycek's eyes. "Why are you really here? To fuck me...o-over I mean...to fuck me over AGAIN?"
Alex chuckled, "No. I really am trying to help you now...I know you don't believe me...but let's just say we share enemies now and I am just better equipped to deal with them than you Fox baby."
"Stop calling me that! And if you think I trust you, you are as psychotic as I imagine you to be."
Krycek ran a strong tanned hand through his short black hair. "I need you to listen to me Mulder...you don't know anything about anything. I take that back! You know very little that THEY don't want you to know! I know more! I know things they don't know I know!"
Fox wasn't listening to the words; he was lost in the timbre and seduction of the voice. Call me baby again Alex, he thought feverishly. He took in how beautiful Alex looked and he groaned. "Get out Krycek."
Alex raised a brow and moved closer to Mulder. "You look sick Fox...what is it? The Flu?"
For a moment Mulder thought he saw genuine concern in those gem-like eyes, but he looked away angrily calling himself a desperate fool.
Alex clenched his jaw at Mulder's tight expression; those lush lips compressed in a hard line. Fox Mulder always made him feel insignificant even when he was his partner. Now standing in his apartment knowing Fox was on the losing team, seeing how beaten and tense he looked Alex still felt inferior.
Mulder did look sick, Alex mused. He was pale and starting to perspire.
"You should go to a doc..."
Mulder threw up his hands, "What are you my mother Krycek...just go okay? Why would you think I want you...want you...to come...Oh God...to be here?"
Alex's eyes were widening with every stumbling panicked sounding syllable Mulder forced out. "Hey Fox...just cool it. I wanted to give you some advice, but I can see you are not your usual calm self"" Alex raised an eyebrow at that last bit. "At least you aren't attacking me! I guess that is a plus."
Mulder groaned and looked at the object of his insanity, imagining lapping hungrily at the perfect lips and at the hollow of his throat. "Please leave Alex."
Alex started at hearing that husky voice saying his name. He frowned and confused he backed away, "Okay...I'll go, but you probably should call Scully."
Fox gave a small laugh, "She can't help me...just get out." He watched as Alex made his way to the door, slowly.
Maybe if Alex moved faster what followed could have been avoided. Maybe not. But as it was Fox could not resist the temptation anymore. He moved in a lust-induced daze, slamming that gorgeous body against the wall, moaning as he pressed his hot aching body against the completely stunned Alex. He wrapped his left arm about the trim muscular waist pulling Alex tight against him. With his right hand he grabbed a handful of thick black hair.
He stared hungrily into wide green eyes before with a sound of pure lust he pulled that beautiful face to him and devoured the moist shocked mouth. He circled his hips against Alex, his heart thudding in his chest as Alex gasped under his probing tongue. Fox was so hard he could feel every beat of his heart in his cock as if his heart was centered there. He wanted to cry at the idea that his cock was brushing Alex's.
Alex pushed him away. "What the fuck are you doing Mulder? What...what are...?"
He looked so confused, his lips already swelling and moist with Mulder's saliva. Mulder wanted nothing more than to take him in his arms again, but reality was rearing its ugly head. He tried to breath normally, tried to control his lust, while his cock demanded he reacquaint himself with the hard body a mere foot away.
Alex was staring at him expectantly. "Is this a game Mulder? What the fuck was that?"
Mulder closed his glittering eyes and whispered, "God, just leave Krycek...I...dammit...I want you to leave." Mulder took one last look at the sexy man in front of him and turned away.
Alex Krycek had seen a lot...had done even more...but the image of Fox Mulder manhandling him for a hot (and it was hot he had to admit) kiss was almost more than his brain could handle. He hadn't dared ever let himself acknowledge his burning attraction to the brilliant, beautiful man whose life he had been sent to ruin, fearing he would drown in those beautiful amber and green eyes framed by lashes a woman would kill for. He never let himself stare too long at the sinfully full lips or fantasize about the tight body and entirely fuckable ass...at least he didn't dare let himself do these things too often. However well he was at denying any attraction he never in his most wild erotic dream had pictured Mulder wanting him. The very idea made his cock start to throb and he let his eyes travel down Mulder's trim back.
A small smile began to make its way over his bow shaped mouth and he couldn't resist teasing his Fox...soon to be his in more ways than Fox probably imagined. "Got the hots for men in general sweets...or just men who you think killed your father?"
Fox turned with a gasp and this time when he launched himself at Alex is was not to worship his body but to hurt it. Alex easily avoided the right hook and pulled Mulder to him, twisting his body to slam the older, slimmer man against the wall. He grinned at the furious man who was almost spitting like a cat.
"My turn Fox." Alex growled before covering those soft lips with his own.
Mulder had his jaw clenched and he turned his face away, but Alex just smiled and licked the chiseled jaw before biting and scraping his teeth on Mulder's whisker roughened skin at the sensitive jaw. He felt Mulder's body respond with a hot jerk and he ground his own erection tight against the hardness trapped between Mulder's thighs. He could feel the exact moment that Mulder stopped trying to push him away and began to push his body sensuously against him.
Fox was beginning to make desperate whimpering sounds and Alex groaned himself when Mulder turned his moist lips to Alex's collarbone.
"Alex...Alex...Alex..." Mulder was moaning over and over in a desperate, adoring whisper.
Alex was incapable of teasing Mulder anymore. It was as if floodgates had opened and all his repressed desire for this beautiful man was released and he clenched a strong hand in Mulder's silken hair and almost violently pulled his head back. Their eyes met and it seemed as if time stopped for a brief moment. Alex broke the gaze to stare hungrily at the plump lips. His stare was so intent that Mulder wanted to beg him to kiss him. Alex looked so sexy...so intense.
Without raising his gaze from Mulder's lush lips Alex growled, "Remember you started this Fox...don't think you can stop now."
Fox wrapped his arms around Alex's waist and pulled him even closer. "I won't let you stop Alex...not now that I have you."
Alex bent to lick the mole on Fox's face, "This...this drives me crazy." He whispered huskily. He looked into Mulder's eyes, "You drive me crazy."
He felt relieved to be able to finally admit it to Fox and to himself.
Mulder shoved at Alex and said, "Take me to bed Alex." He was trembling with excitement and could barely stand, all he wanted was Alex to cover him; wanted those strong hands to position him in anyway Alex desired; wanted to become Alex's in more than just his fantasies.
Alex growled and pulled Mulder even closer. "I'll try to make it there."
The urgency in his voice was primitive and it spoke to Mulder in ways words could not.
The short hallway was strewn with discarded clothing and the sounds of lust given voice and whispered praise filled the darkened apartment. The two writhed on the bed wanting to touch every inch of the other.
Krycek growled in frustration as he bite the sensitive skin of Fox' taunt belly, tugging at his pants. He rubbed his face against the bulge in Fox's pants, "I want this." He managed.
He could smell the sweet musk of Mulder and he grabbed the inside of the hard thighs pushing them hard apart. He rubbed his chin over the rigid shaft staring up into the beautiful flushed face. Mulder's eyes met his and Alex knew Mulder was lost in passion. A pink tongue was wetting those parted, lush lips, and Alex groaned imagining that tongue and lips at work elsewhere...anywhere...everywhere. He gently bit the shaft through the black fabric and Mulder cried out, arching his hips off the bed.
"Have you ever been with a man baby?" Alex asked huskily.
"J-just you. Oh...Only you." Mulder gasped.
Krycek felt an unexpected wave of pleasure at those words, followed by a strong sense of territorialism.
"Mine." He whispered harshly.
He ran a hand over Mulder's twitching shaft; moving to cover the heavy balls and then below until his fingers delved deep between the generous, round cheeks. As his fingers brushed unerringly against the cloth covered anus he made eye contact with his breathless, writhing lover.
"I'm going to want everything Fox. I'm going to want his." He said as his fingers pushed hungrily against the small hole. "Tell me if that is too heavy for you and we'll end this right now." He knew he was lying; if Fox hadn't wanted to get fucked he should have teased a less dangerous man.
Mulder was on fire, lost in the pleasure Alex's touch ignited.
"Everything you do feels so g-good...s-s-so good...I want it all...everything."
Krycek hadn't been aware that he was holding his breathe until, at Mulder's breathless acquiescence, he let it out. He'd have hated to force his Fox the first time. There wasn't a doubt that this was merely the first time...there wasn't a location he didn't want to spread Fox out on; the kitchen; the hallway; the Lincoln Memorial...no where.
Fox suddenly sat up and Alex clenched his jaw, the muscles flexing under the stubble dark skin, preparing to force Fox back down. He relaxed as Fox wrapped his arms about him and kissed him with restrained passion.
Fox's soft breath caressed Krycek's mouth as he begged, "I want to see you naked Alex...please...please."
Alex sucked in Mulder's full lower lip forcing himself to not chew roughly.
He began to unbutton the bronze metal buttons and Mulder stopped him. "I've been fantasizing about taking your pants of for so long...let me do it...I want to do it so badly."
Alex's cock throbbed at that and he felt like Mulder's voice alone would make him come. Mulder bent eagerly to his task, his hands shaking as he slipped his fingers under the waistband of the jeans; Alex's skin was so hot and silken. He bent his head and licked the skin that was just beneath the denim and Alex's belly contracted away.
"Oh God Fox." Alex hissed.
Mulder couldn't wait for a teasing unveiling and he tore at the buttons eagerly. He sucked in his breath as Alex's fat cock sprung out unencumbered by briefs or boxers. The fat head was oozing sweet pre-cum and Mulder hungrily swiped his tongue over the head, Vaguely hearing Alex grunt in pleasure, but he was lost in the electrifying event; the first taste of Alex's cock...his Alex, dangerous and beautiful. He wrapped his full lips around the head and twisted his neck back and forth while his tongue flicked hungrily into the slit on the head. Alex was so hard, so hot and so very big that it sent illicit thrills through Mulder's already overly excited body.
Alex was on his knees over Mulder, his thighs spread, the denim bunched halfway down his powerful thighs. Mulder rubbed his chest against Alex's hard, spread thighs, as he bent as if in supplication, almost flush with the bed as he sucked on Alex avidly. Alex brought one hand up to caress his own taut nipples. He stared down at the man between his legs, using his right hand to caress the smooth back as he stared ravenously at the round buttocks still encased in black suit pants. He bent forward to be able to squeeze those inviting cheeks forcing his cock further into Mulder's virgin throat . Mulder gurgled in surprise as several inches of cock slammed deep and he swallowed convulsively. The sensation was too much for Alex and he felt himself explode.
Mulder's eyes widened as the hot sperm flooded his mouth and throat, but he swallowed eagerly and felt the closest to peace that he had in years just having Alex's taste consuming his senses.
Alex pulled away form Mulder after a few moments. He placed a gentle hand under Mulder's chin and tilted it up. "You are amazing baby...I've wanted that for so long from you." He kept tilting Mulder's chin until Mulder was forced to lie back on the bed.
"Now I am going to eat you alive."
Mulder watched as Krycek carefully unhooked and unzipped his pants, gasping as the fabric slid over his silk encased penis. Once Alex had Mulder's pants off he knelt down and sucked on the wet fabric of the silk boxers, tasting the sweet pre-cum, but not touching Mulder's aching cock. Alex pulled those boxers down almost roughly, his heart thudded as he stared at the weeping cock. The wet boxers joined the pants on the floor. He kicked his own jeans off and took a moment to remove both their socks. Mulder was splayed naked and hard on the white cotton sheets like some delectable offering to ravenous gods. Alex took the vision in; the long legs; the trim taut waist; the large pulsing cock that begged to be sucked; the lithe runner's body; and best, the achingly beautiful face. All mine. He thought. The banquet and the sacrifice all in one laid out for me alone.
He saw Mulder's eyes burning like a forest on fire and he knew that Mulder was devouring his naked visage as hungrily as he was taking in Mulder. He liked that he was bigger that Fox; he knew that Fox was entranced by his muscular frame.
He drew a finger over the pronounced muscles on his stomach, watching his lovely Fox lick his own swollen red lips that had been wrapped so deliciously around Alex's re-awakening cock mere moments before.
"I'm going to eat you alive baby, and then fuck you brainless."
Fox was whimpering, his eyes begging Alex to touch him; to take him. Alex bent eagerly to oblige him. He kissed and licked Mulder's face; spending several moist moments tonguing Mulder's ears. He captured Mulder's mouth and their tongues slid over one another with near drugged abandon.
Fox was making small, open-mouthed gasps as Alex's dark head lowered. Alex bit and licked the small erect nipples. His cock throbbed in response to Mulder's moans and he quickly decided to leave the slow seduction for another time. He swooped his mouth down to cover the big throbbing cock, deep throating it with one easy, ravenous motion. Mulder's hips came off the bed, and he screamed as Krycek pulled off a bit to suck hard and fast. When the shaking of Mulder's thighs and the thickening of his sweet cock informed Krycek of Mulder's impending orgasm he pulled off. Mulder screamed in frustration and tried to pull the dark head back down.
"Do you have any lube baby?"
Mulder stared confused...long past the point where language made any sense.
Krycek smiled and got off the bed, and Mulder growled and made to drag him back.
"I promise I will be back to finish this baby...I just need something..." He grunted as he was pulled down. "I guess I won't be going anywhere."
Mulder was writhing and panting, "Please." He managed.
Krycek pushed Mulder down gently and turned him onto his stomach, growling as Mulder's hips shifted sinuously, rubbing his aching cock on the soft sheets.
Placing his strong thighs between Mulder's he spread those long legs until the full buttocks parted and he caught his first glimpse of the incredibly small anus. He luxuriated in the fullness of the cheeks. So round and like firm, muscled dough. He slapped one lightly to watch it move. He squeezed the tight cheeks and rubbed them together before pulling them apart. He used his thumbs to put pressure on the petite entrance. He bent his red lips to Mulder and his tongue swabbed up and down the crack, the licks growing hungrier.
Mulder pushed back against Krycek, squirming as teeth joined the soft tongue. He thrashed his head back and forth, the pleasure almost painful in its intensity. "N-n-nuh...uh..n-Alex."
Alex pushed his tongue inside, the sphincter muscles clamping hard on his tongue. After several moments of tongue fucking, Mulder's tight ass loosened a small amount, and Krycek pulled back to replace his tongue with his fingers. As he worked first one thick finger, then two and then three into Mulder he had to close his eyes against the erotic sight of his flesh pushing in and out of that sweet spot. He bit his sexy lower lip and tried to count to one hundred...tried to think of something disgusting...anything to keep from slamming into Mulder before he was ready. When three of his fingers were able to pump in and out with comparative ease he hooked them to scrape against Mulder's prostate. Mulder's scream and shuddering frame was the last straw...he had to have him. He spread his pre-cum over his shaft and positioned himself at the spasming hole.
"Easy baby...relax...I am going to put my cock in you now."
At those inflammatory words Mulder thought he might die of pleasure. Everything Alex did was incredible. He had never felt this way. He wanted to be part of Alex. When he felt the huge head push into him he hissed and pushed back eagerly. Krycek's strong hands held him back.
"Easy...uhn...oh baby...easy." Alex cautioned.
"No...now...now...n-now."
Krycek felt his head break through and could only wait a moment before shoving the rest of his nine inches in. Mulder screamed in pain, a look of pure ecstasy on his pretty face.
"Fuck me Alex...fuck me...fuck me...fuck me."
"Oh God Fox."
Krycek wanted to go slow...despite his quick penetration, but Mulder's husky voice begging him to fuck him was to much and he began to slam in and out with long full thrusts. He reached around Mulder's upraised ass and grabbed the throbbing meat, pumping in time with his fucking. He shifted his thrusts to slam against Mulder's prostate, turning Mulder into a voiceless mass of sensation. They both wanted it to last forever, but they were too hot and in only a few scant minutes they were both screaming as orgasms shook them. Mulder's seed covered Alex's hand as Alex filled Mulder's hot silken insides. For a brief moment Krycek felt like he was dying. He never had experienced anything as consuming or beautiful as cumming inside his Fox.
When it was over and he could breath he bent to kiss the back of Mulder's neck. He realized that Mulder was unconscious, yet instead of feeling like crowing out his studliness of conquest he wanted to cradle him to his heart and never let him go. Fear shook him; he never expected to feel like this. He wanted to cherish the moment...wanted to cherish Mulder, to never leave him. Because Mulder was unaware he licked one of his small ears and whispered, "God I love you Fox...always loved you."
He shifted until he was lying on his back and pulled Mulder with him, resting his lover partly on his muscular chest, still deep inside him, encased in his tight sheath.
***
La Lune was the spot in Georgetown. The City within the beltway was filled with spots where powerful men gathered, but La Lune stood out. Powerful men felt comfortable there. Security was tight. No reporters, no cameras, no witnesses. It was much more than a restaurant, rather it was a gathering place for members of an exclusive and ancient group. Ostensibly it was only a restaurant, and those people who were not part of the group had no inkling that beneath their feet catacombs and massive chambers.
La Lune was a perfect place where men who pretended to be enemies for the public could gather and plan how to move the chess pieces around the board so to speak; to plan how best to manipulate the ignorant citizens. Senators of the opposing party mixed with Presidential aides, and Representatives met with Ambassadors from so-called enemy nations, all laughing and congenial. Brothers and sisters united by their religion, the most ancient and truest religion on Earth.
ADIC Murdoch sat at a table with Representative Gerald Johnson, Chairman of the House Appropriations Committee; easily the second most influential committee in the House. To Chair the most influential committee, the Rules Committee, one had to be the Speaker of the House. This was a position Murdoch and his fellows had been grooming Johnson to claim after the next election cycle. All that was irrelevant now. There would never be another election. Also at the table was the Attorney General, the Chairman of the Washington D.C. Committee, though relatively un-influential a committee, it was an important position if one was interested in gathering power to oneself within the District alone. Also at the table was a man named Steven Jentson. Though he was not in the government Jentson was probably the most publicly powerful man at the table. He was the president of three of the largest Corporations in the world and he owned vast interest in every energy reserve on Earth.
In reality Murdoch was the most powerful man at the table, indeed he would soon be the most powerful man in the world. His power came neither from his familial influence nor his position with the FBI. Both Jentson and Murdoch came from old wealthy families, the kind that had been married to the government since before the turn of the century; who called the shots form a secure distance. Murdoch's own family had been opposed to him sullying himself by entering the government as an employee, but he had his own plans which had nothing to do with influencing events from behind the scenes. Each and every one of the men at the table were part of the same secret organization, one that had taken countless centuries to anchor itself in such powerful positions in the most pivotal nations on Earth. The countless generations of believers had given so much, had paved the way for the moment when all the world would shudder beneath the unleashed power.
The conversation would normally have fascinated him but his mind was elsewhere. He was picturing Agent Fox Mulder's face.
The face of a pouty angel.
Those lips alone worth killing for, but coupled with a square jaw, beautiful hazel eyes, impossibly long lashes, that mole, the dazed looks, ah those dazed looks, the shock of silky hair, all entrancing. Of all that he had fallen in lust first with his ass, and if there had been no other beauty about Mulder he would still have wanted to slam into it. It was one of those rare male asses that were almost androgynous. Round and full, almost plump, but muscled and tight all at once. It was the type of ass made for squeezing, whipping, spreading and fucking.
He had seen that ass as Mulder had been bent to inspect a vending machine that had not delivered the expected treat. The full cheeks had been encased in gray trousers and the deep crevice between promised a hot fuck. He had actually gaped and lost track of time as he stared. He felt like he had been punched in the gut, and then the ass had revealed it was attached to an incredible beauty and he groaned, his cock a hard lump in his trousers.
The man he was walking with, luckily was a childhood friend who knew his preferences, and shared them. His friend chuckled, "That is Fox Mulder...he is beautiful isn't he? The finest piece of ass in the Agency. A real space case but what an ass huh?"
He was speechless for a few moments and then Fox was walking toward them, mumbling to himself, a far away look in his brilliant eyes. Murdoch moved slightly so that the slim beauty would bump into him. Eyes more green than brown looked up, startled, into his own black eyes. Murdoch knew then that he had to see those eyes wide with fear and pain, as his body was taken brutally. The thought gave his immense erection a hard jolt.
"Sorry." Fox had mumbled, before the vacant look reappeared and he walked on, beginning to mumble once more.
"What section is he in Babcock?"
"Under AD Skinner...he is the X-File's Mulder."
It didn't matter to Murdoch that the beauty was eccentric, nor that he was reputed to be brilliant as well...he was going to be his. He turned and watched what was truly poetry in motion. "He's going to be mine." He said to Babcock. "Mine."
Now sitting in La Lune, mere hours before Skinner had to turn the sweet fuck toy over to him, Murdoch smiled. Mulder nor Skinner had any clue as to what Murdoch really was. It was enough for them that he was one of the most influential men in the Bureau. It had taken patience to engineer the perfect chance to get Fox under him, and now with it so close he could think of nothing else. He had spent himself in many other men thinking only of Fox. He closed his eyes and imagined that little bitch taking it, screaming in pain, writhing, begging for a release that would never come.
Once Foxling realized just who, or what rather, he belonged to he would wish for the Alien invasion that he was so obsessed with. If Fox was as good a fuck as Murdoch imagined him to be, he would keep him even after his Change altered the world forever.
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