Chapter IIb

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Alex woke early to find Fox laying on top of him his face nestled in the warm cradle of Alex's neck. One of his thighs was draped over Alex's hips. A strong hand gripped on Alex's neck. Alex smiled sleepily. He wasn't going anywhere apparently. He didn't mind. Not at all. He moved slowly so his hands could run freely up and down the long graceful back. So smooth. The muscles so elegant and yet so able. The generous buttocks felt so good in his cupped hands and he gave them an appreciative squeeze. Fox's ass was what his less than desirable acquaintances would call a "cupcake ass" meaning soft and doughy and ready to fuck. The cheeks were muscled from his running and firm but naturally full and sweet.

Fox's delicious lips moved slightly on the sensitive skin of Alex's neck as Mulder reacted to the caresses. Krycek pulled the cheeks apart gently. He moved his head up a bit to watch the lustful work his hands were attending. He knew he shouldn't take advantage of Fox's sleep, but he really could give a good Goddamn for propriety. Fox was his. He had to work to be worthy of him he knew, but what he knew worked between them was sex.

With that in mind he raised one hand to his mouth and wet his index finger. He traced the deep crevice made between Mulder's buttocks and zeroed in on the tight little hole. He scraped at it lightly, biting in his own lower lip imagining it was his penis pushing in. He felt his hard erection press against the silken skin of Mulder's inner thigh. He worked for several long moments gently working his finger in and out. Fox was sighing in his sleep and every minute or two his pink tongue would dart out and hook on his upper or lower lip before he would move his head slightly.

"Don't wake up yet, baby." Krycek whispered. He wanted Fox so hot that by the time he could think he couldn't say no. With that in mind Alex wet more fingers and began to put both of his index fingers inside that hot silken sheath. He pushed in slowly and slid out, slyly rubbing his sleeping lover's prostate. He let out an almost tortured groan as Mulder moaned in his sleep, the pleasure moving him to consciousness. He fucked him slow and easy spending a full minute just rubbing the little spot inside him that would drive him crazy with pleasure. Fox pumped his ass back against Alex's fingers a bit in his sleep working his full moist lips reflexively. "I have you now, baby," Alex groaned. God what a hot piece Mulder was. He loved him but he'd have wanted to fuck him even if he hated him. "Mine. You're mine."

When Fox opened his eyes he looked into the inutterably, beautiful green eyes of his lover. He sighed. He felt so good...so very good. He realized why mere seconds after he realized he was pushing his hips back against Alex's fingers deep inside him. Alex was grinning at him.

Alex pushed his middle fingers in as well making Fox gasp. The fact that Alex had worked his narrow opening so diligently was not enough to make the four fingers inside not feel somewhat uncomfortable for Fox. However, when those long thick fingers hooked at his prostate he cried out in pleasure.

"Oh...Oh, Alex...what are you doing?" Fox was starting to move up and down on the impaling fingers helplessly.

Alex chuckled and let Fox fuck himself on his fingers. "It's called finger fucking."

Mulder tried to glare but he was too busy trying to get Alex's fingers on his hard, hungry spot. "You bastard." He said half-heartedly. He turned to fully straddle Alex's body laying chest to chest with him. He spread his legs further apart and tried to remember how to breathe.

Alex grinned and pushed his wet tongue out of his mouth, flicking it invitingly. Mulder attacked it with a groan and they kissed violently while Mulder rode Alex's hard hands. Finally the pleasure became too much and Mulder's head fell to Alex's chest and he tossed it back and forth his hips thrusting convulsively. His legs siscored up and down and his heart was about to pound out of his chest. He kissed and bit Alex's collarbone as he grabbed the pillow with tight fist on either side of Alex's pretty face.. "Oh fuck...oh fuck me...oh baby...oh, Allleeexx...yeah...uh..uh..uh." Mulder was thrusting his cock over Alex's defined stomach. The pleasure of his swollen head sliding over that taut belly warred with the pleasure of the think fingers fucking his ass for the most incredible feeling.

"Come for me, baby." Alex purred.

"Y-y-yeah." Mulder's eyes wee losing focus and he looked almost frightened by the intensity of his pleasure. His eyes were wide and his soundless words were being formed by his gasping mouth. "I can't...I can't...I can't oh please...deeper...yes...fuck." He tossed his head not wanting the pleasure to end.

"Look at me when you come, Fox."

Fox locked gazes with Alex and his eyes were wide as he rode those wonderful fingers to orgasm.

Alex watched the pleasure erupt in the beautiful face and felt Fox's hot sperm hit his stomach. He closed his eyes for a moment and let Fox settle against him.

When Mulder's breathing returned to normal he looked stoically at the ceiling. "I love you, Fox." He whispered.

Mulder was silent.

"I love you, Fox." He repeated, knowing Fox heard him.

"I love you too, Alex...but I...I still am angry with you."

Alex turned to stare at those moss green eyes. "I truly understand, Fox. I know I fucked up. Just please don't push me away."

Fox sighed and shifted away from Alex, just to lay at his side. "We both know we love each other. We both know the sex is fantastic...but I need more, Alex. I need you to be there for me...to support me...to believe me."

Alex nodded eagerly, "I can do that! I can, baby." He searched Fox's face for any sign that Fox might let him back in. "I am willing to do anything, Fox. Believe me, baby, you are the only thing I care about in this whole shit-can world."

Mulder kissed the sweet mouth gently. "What am I going to do with you, Alex?"

It was obvious that Alex was still hard and Mulder was, surprisingly getting hard again. It wasn't looking at the incredible beauty of the young man in his bed...it wasn't his hard, large cock. Nor was it the sexy smell that was uniquely Alex. It was that this was the man he loved. He was in bed with the MAN he was in love with and it made him so hot.

"Mulder?"

They were both startled by Scully's voice in the apartment. Fox sat up and looked at Alex quickly. "Oh shit!"

Alex raised a brow. "Hurry and tell her you're nude or something."

Fox gave him an odd look. "Scully, give me a minute. I am in bed."

He looked at Alex. He realized that Alex might have wondered about why he was in bed with him so he said lamely, "I sleep walk. It is a definite problem. I am going to work on it of course. After this case."

Alex held him still. "I don't believe you."

"Mulder, are you okay?"

"A minute Scully," Mulder said with some irritation.

"Pushy red-headed broad." Alex chuckled.

Mulder turned to him and their erections were now obvious as they slid hotly over one another. Mulder groaned and kissed those seductive lips before he remembered himself and got out of the bed. "We have to talk when I get back, Alex."

Alex smiled slightly. He was Alex again. "Get back?"

"I am going to California. Berkeley actually."

"Are you talking to me, Mulder?" Scully called.

"No." He sighed. "She'll have to know, Alex."

Alex forgot to breathe. "Know?"

"About us." Mulder explained

"There still is an us?" Alex whispered and all the hope in the world was shaded in his tone.

Mulder wanted to take him to his heart and hold him. Alex was so young...so unused to any gentle feeling. "There is still an us." He managed.

"I want you to be inside me." Alex said quietly and his words ignited a fire inside Mulder. He hadn't realized how much he wanted to be inside Alex's exquisite body until it was so generously offered up.

"Mulder? Breakfast?"

"I want to sleep a bit more, Scully. Can you go get some breakfast for me and bring it back? Or maybe I can just call you in a few hours."

He could see the worry on Scully's face without seeing it.

"Mulder? Are you sure? I thought we were going to California?" She paused and he knew she was looking about the familiar apartment. At his silence she continued. "Okay, Mulder. Have you taken your medication?"

"Yes, Mom." He lied blithely. The fact that he really did need to get on this case made him amend his plans a bit. "Scully? Call me in an hour."

She made a sound of agreement and left. When she closed the door behind her he pounced on Alex. "I want you. I want to be inside you."

Alex grabbed Fox's face. "I can honestly say that this is the first time I am excited by those words."

It would be much later that Mulder would consider those words and wonder just who had said those particular words to Alex before.

"I think you should know I am not a novice at this," Alex relayed, suddenly feeling a little shy.

Mulder raised his brows. "I did gather that from your comment earlier.""

Which comment?"

"After our first night and you offered up your delectable body, you said you usually preferred to be on top. As in sometimes you weren't. As in you have done this before."

Krycek looked up at him. "Okay, Mr. FBI Agent man. You found me out. Now what are you gong to do to me?"

Mulder chuckled and caressed Alex's face. He licked at his pink mouth before answering. "Oh I think you know." He kissed the top of Alex's pert nose. "Roll over on your stomach." He pulled off Alex and let him roll over. Fox's breath caught in throat. Alex was beautifully made. Broad muscular shoulder narrowed sharply to a small waist. His back was smooth and muscles bunched under the taut skin. Mulder rubbed those muscles for a moment trying to relax both himself and his young companion. He rubbed Alex's lower back and fanned his hands out to touch the rising arc of his buttocks. "You've got a great ass, Alex." He said in a tightening voice. It was true. Alex's buttocks were full and round, but hard as a rock. Mulder gripped them and could barely manage to make indentations. "Jesus, Alex. You're so gorgeous"

Alex knew that any minute Fox would part his ass cheeks and play with his anus. He knew the sound of appreciation too well. If he closed his eyes he could even smell the cigarette smoke and feel the tough strong fingers tugging at the muscles, seeking entry. Only here and now he was proud that his ass was pleasing. He wanted Fox to want it. And he wanted Fox inside of him. He spread his legs wide and tilted his hips up invitingly making Fox moan. The hard cheeks were parted invitingly and Mulder ran a finger through the deep crack, scraping against the tiny hole. He kissed one cheek and then the other. Loving the sharp arc they made as they curved down to meet the strong thighs. They filled his hands and he pulled them ever further apart watching the small hole stretch a small bit. He bent and kissed the anus, chastely as if in greeting. He breathed harshly against it wanting nothing more than to ravage it; to know how it would give under his onslaught.

The warm breath and the scratch of stubble on his tender flesh was making Alex crazy. "Mulder! Do something. Do something before I go crazy."

Mulder smiled and began to lick and nibble his way up and down the crevice, thrusting his tongue in and out ever deeper.

"Get lubricant on now!" Alex growled. "Scully will be back soon, Mulder!"

Fox grinned. Mulder? Alex using his last name usually meant business. He reached for the lube on the nightstand. He knocked of his alarm clock as he did so, but neither man cared. He applied the lube straight onto Alex's twitching anus and Alex gasped.

"That was cold!"

"I'll warm it up." Mulder assured. "With pleasure."

Krycek moaned and rubbed his leaking cock on the sheets.

Mulder worked the lube in with his finger and was preparing to put an additional finger in when Alex growled out. "Just do it, Fox! Just do it!"

Fox wanted to. He wanted to stretch him with his cock. He shakily applied the clear gel to his pulsing cock and rubbed his glans up and down the crevice. The pleasure was so intense.

Krycek raised his head and then let it fall down again as Fox polished his cock up and down. The slick oil, the hot smooth skin rubbing over his sensitive glans was making Mulder pant. He grabbed his cock at the base and positioned it at the small entrance. "Knock knock." He said gruffly. And Alex managed to roll his eyes in disgust as Mulder's weird humor. He hissed as the large head began its plundering.

"You are so tight, Alex...I thought you had done this before?"

Alex chuckled at that. "I am not on the corner of 14th and M selling it baby. I just have put out before." He gasped as his ass was slapped, hard. "Ow! What, are you into S&M now?" He grumbled.

"I don't want details, Alex." With that Fox's head pushed its way into the hot tight passage. He stopped for a moment and let Alex get used to his presence and then he began to move slowly in and out, moving deeper on each in-thrust.

It took Alex about five minutes of this torturously slow fucking before he slammed his ass backwards, swallowing Mulder's cock whole. "I just want it, Fox. Please just fuck me now."

Fox was still trying to get over the incredible sensation of having his cock suddenly gripped and covered so completely. It was like being held in a vice; a hot, silken vice. He bent to kiss Alex's jaw. "You aren't just a fuck, Alex. I want to make love to you not just pound you. Please. This is my first time with you like this." He was shocked to see Alex's eyes water. He stopped all movement and kissed Alex's high cheekbone. "What is it? Did I hurt you?"

Alex shook his head quickly. "No. Not at all I just love you so much. I don't deserve this."

Fox chuckled. "I think that's my line. I don't deserve this. Maybe together we can begin to deserve a lot more."

Mulder rolled to his side and pulled his young lover with him. He pushed one of Alex's legs up and started to slide in and out. He rose a bit so their mouths could mate. Slowly at first their tongues swirled and sucked and tasted, but as Fox's thrust began to quicken and gasps from both men joined the moist heat of their mouths. Fox could almost taste Alex's small whimpers and he angled himself to hit the prostate.

Alex's gasps turned to moans and then to quiet short screams. He tossed his head back and forth as Fox reached in front of him and began to pump his raging, slick cock. Fox worked his fingers over the head, rubbing and sliding until Alex thought he would die from pleasure. He curved one arm back around behind Fox's neck and pulled him in for a deeper kiss.

Fox felt his own orgasm building and he changed his tactics on Alex cock. He began to pump hard and fast in time with his thrusts into Alex's rear. Alex screamed and stiffened, spilling his semen into Mulder's grasping hand. His ass went into spasms and the intense pleasure made Fox shout and come. He pumped hard and fast. Slowing as his orgasm let him loose. The two men lay panting and boneless in the wake of their mutual ecstasy

Alex became aware that Fox was staring at him grinning.

"Welcome back, Alex."

Alex grinned up at him. "I take it back, baby. I was a virgin."

The sweetness of that made Mulder bend to his lover and kiss the bowed mouth. "I love you."

Alex wanted to jump up and down but instead he simply nodded and said, "You know what? I believe you."

Fox smiled and nodded. "You know, Alex, that now it is all changed. I mean there is no way in Hell I am not going to do that to you again and again. Don't misunderstand I love you inside me...I probably prefer it that way, but this was...well I don't know how to describe it."

"Life altering? The best sex you have ever had? Thankful to God for sending you such a perfect specimen of man for you to use?" Alex offered helpfully.

Mulder chuckled. In truth it was all that and more. Most importantly he felt it had changed the dynamics of the relationship. He was Alex's, yes, but now Alex was his too. Strange how by sticking a piece of your anatomy inside another person made you feel as if you owned that person but he surely felt that he owned Alex now.

He rose out of bed in one smooth movement and was delighted when Alex pouted prettily. "Where are you going?"

"To shower. Scully will be calling. Actually if I know her she will be coming back with food and questions." He grinned and affected a stern look. "Mulder, have you taken your medication? Mulder, you really should report this. Mulder, are you listening to me?" His falsetto voice fell back down to his deep voice when he realized Alex was frowning and dark. His killer was back again apparently. "What, Alex?"

"Nothing." Alex ground out. If Fox wouldn't tell him what happened he would find out on his own. "But you haven't taken medication so go do it."

Mulder raised his brows at the bossy tone. "I did take it. Last night and I am just off to take it now."

Alex followed him into the bathroom and watched as Mulder took his pills. They both looked in the mirror and inspected the fading wounds.

"Those bled." Alex growled out. Almost horrified.

"Yep. They did, but it is okay now." Mulder went to the shower and looked at Alex. "Are you going to behave? I'll wash you if you behave." Alex felt his cock twitch at he image and he followed his lover tamely into the shower. They washed one another gently and thoroughly.

When Alex pulled Mulder to him possessively Mulder chuckled and extricated himself from the embrace, aware of Alex's intent. "I am not as young as you, Alex. I can't have sex all day long." Though he knew the words ought to be true he did feel different somehow. He felt like he could go another five rounds with his sexy lover. Were it not for the fact that Scully was probably on her way over he would eagerly bend over and accept his lover's hard length inside him. He left the shower with the beginnings of an erection. He groaned as he saw Alex grin wickedly and begin to soap his thickening length.

"I guess I'll just have to do myself." Alex sighed.

Fox licked his lips. He wanted to suck that cock. Wanted to slurp it down and taste it, pump it, and stroke it. What was wrong with him? He was turning into a sex fiend. A pervert. He was licking his full lips watching Alex slowly stroke the veined shaft. It was such a beauty. Thick and long and perfectly formed. Half-aroused it lay against Alex's hip.

"I know you want this, baby. I know you can barely hold back." He pumped a bit harder on himself and his cock grew to its full length and Mulder was lost. He dove for it and on his knees under the pelting hot water he took it greedily into his mouth. He looked up into Alex's face as he began to deep throat the large tool.

Alex moaned. No matter what Fox said about youth, this was crazy. Wonderful but strange. He couldn't get enough. He should be exhausted, sated...something. He wondered if he and Fox would die fucking.

"Play with yourself. Fist your cock," He gasped out and Fox obliged.

***

"I'm back, Mulder." Scully's called from the living room. When she heard the sound of the shower she went to the kitchen to set down the bags of food. She had purchased bagels and fruit and a variety of cream cheeses, but also McDonald's just in case Mulder was in the mood for grease. She hoped he wasn't but the idea was to get some food in him. She looked around the kitchen. There were two empty pizza boxes. And four empty beer bottles. She frowned. What was going on? She made her way to the bedroom and stopped abruptly when the obvious sounds of sex came to her. She flushed beet red and tried to slink away when it hit her. The sounds were exclusively male. Either Mulder was alone and acting like two different men in some freaky fantasy or he was having sex...hot sex by the sounds of it...with another man. The shock of it sent her to the couch to stare blindly at the television.

***

She was still sitting there when Mulder came out to go to his desk. He wore a towel wrapped about his lithe waist. He was in his own world apparently, for after rummaging about in his desk for a few moments he turned to go back toward the bedroom never once noticing her.

Scully cleared her throat. He gave a startled gasp, louder than she thought was normal, and fell back noisily against the desk. He recognized her immediately and brought a calming hand up to his chest.

"Jesus, Scully. Are you trying to finish me off?"

Oh how she wanted to say something nasty to that. It would have been so perfect given his recent activities. As it was she was interrupted by one very wet, very worried, Alex Krycek bursting into the room wearing only black jeans...unbuttoned black jeans at that, exposing a small trail of dark hair that led to a fuller thatch below and, she couldn't help but notice, a very generous bulge.

"Fox? Baby, are you okay?" Alex asked, his voice dark with the preparation for violent action.

Alex froze on his way to go to Fox. Fox wasn't alone and his guest looked like she was ready to hyperventilate. His racing heart calmed. Fox was safe. He was with the only person Alex would trust his lover with besides himself. Skinner, he knew would never hurt Fox, but he sure as shit didn't trust that righteous bastard not to try and bed him.

"Fox? Baby?" Dana squeaked out. She got hold of herself and rose on shaking legs.

Mulder's mouth was gaping open incredulously. Only two days...he'd only had two days with Alex before Scully found out. There would be Hell to pay now.

She glared darkly at Alex and then tuned her suddenly frosty gaze to Mulder. "Care to explain...Fox?" She ground out. Then color blossomed in her cheeks as she realized that the hot sex she had heard was between her partner and her enemy. "You two? You two are...making it?"

Alex pulled in his lips to keep from laughing at the term and Scully saw it. "Oh this is funny to you?"

He shook his head quickly, eyes widening. Feeling threatened by the little dynamo, he threw Mulder one last encouraging look and made his way back to the bedroom to leave the two FBI agents alone.

"Scully, I couldn't tell you right away. I am still working it all out in my head."

She marched toward the door. "I refuse to have anything to do with this. If you don't care that you are having sex with the man that killed your father that is your twisted business. But he killed my sister."

"He didn't, Scully." Mulder grabbed her arm and his eyes begged her to listen to him. "Scully, listen to me. I can't explain it to you right now, but Alex didn't kill Melissa."

She snorted in disbelief.

"Scully, do you trust me?"

Reluctantly she nodded.

"I trust him when he tells me that he didn't kill her, Scully. I promise you I will go into this more fully later. But now we really need to focus on this case. I need you to be with me, Scully. Please."

She shook her head in confusion. She did trust Mulder, but Krycek? It was insane. However, Mulder was correct. They did need to stop Murdoch. "I am not sure how you can convince me that this...this trust in Krycek is warranted but you are right we need to get to Berkeley."

Mulder sighed in relief. Scully wasn't sold on the idea, but she was still willing to work with him. That was the first step.

"I'll wait for you downstairs, Mulder," She said before moving to leave.

Mulder took her small arm in a gentle, tentative grip. "I don't just need you for this case, Scully...I need you to be...with me like you have always been...I need that especially now."

She softened a bit. She always had a soft spot for her partner. Without another word she nodded and left.

He went back to the bedroom where Alex was dressing. He went to Alex and wrapped his arms about Alex's slim waist. He kissed that inviting mouth and smiled into his lover's green eyes. "She'll come around." He sucked in Alex's lower lip and sighed into his moist mouth.

Alex rested his forehead against Mulder's. "Yeah, one day she won't even want to shoot me on sight."

Mulder chuckled deeply. And after another soft kiss he pulled away. "God you taste good, Alex. But I have to get ready here."

Alex didn't protest, instead he made his way to the door. "I have to go too."

"Where?" Mulder asked, not sure if he really wanted to know.

Alex just grinned. "To work."

Mulder frowned, "Who's the unlucky person this time?"

Alex shook his head. "Fox, I know I'm not an accountant, but I don't kill because I like it."

Mulder started to get an overnight bag together. "I know Alex...I know."

Alex sighed. He was who he was. He might have some protection and some leeway, but one did not walk away from the men he worked for. CSM would never let him, even, Alex suspected, if he were a lousy assassin. The old bastard was becoming more interested in how Alex looked and felt than in his other abilities.

He left the building and saw Scully waiting in her car. Their eyes met and she glared at him. At least she isn't shooting me. He thought to himself. That was due to her loyalty to Mulder he knew, not because she believed he was innocent.

A dark blue Mercedes pulled up at the curb, the door swinging open as if by itself. He shivered. They were always watching him. CSM demanded it. The better to find him at any given time. Alex dropped his head for a moment and took a deep steadying breath before climbing in to the smoke filled interior.

Murdoch's Penthouse

Capital Heights

Murdoch turned his attention away from the addictive thoughts of his little prince and focussed on the young, naked man hanging from the leather sling positioned to the left of the glass doorway to the roof. He had stopped his useless struggles hours ago and now just let the leather support him. He had let out a protesting "No!" When Murdoch had killed the troublesome Ms. Levai, but had fallen silent after that.

Murdoch locked gazes with the frightened young man, enjoying the way the pretty hazel eyes darted about the room, nervously avoiding his amused gaze.

Murdoch moved toward the toy trapped in a leather web. "Time to play, pretty." He said huskily. The lithe, lean body, brown hair, hazel eyes and generous lips so quite like his Foxling that the throbbing of his cock could be seen through his pants. The toy's struggles resumed as Murdoch approached. Murdoch raised one finger solemnly to his toy's lips, "Shh, pretty...you are going to like this."

The sling was positioned away from the window to keep prying eyes from seeing what delights it enabled. Once the Change had transformed things, Murdoch would have hundreds of such slings displayed openly...all filled with delicious male beauty. Never Fox. No Fox was for his own personal enjoyment.

He loved the way the pink lips were stretched around the ball gag. Not so dizzyingly exquisite as Fox's, those lips, yet close enough to cause a quaking lust burn within Murdoch. The young man had made the mistake of buying a paper a newspaper stand at the exact moment Murdoch's limousine had stopped at a light directly across from the stand. The man's resemblance to Fox Mulder had sealed his fate and mere hours later he was here, in Murdoch's penthouse apartment and he'd never return to his normal life. The torture sling was of the finest quality. Once entrapped, pretty prey could be twisted, flipped, turned, stretched and spread anyway Murdoch desired.

What strange and exotic fruit this sling bore. An intricate web of leather, woven finely to cradle even the heaviest burden. Large gaps were worked into the design so access to his toy's ass was easy. Hooked to a metal frame, the elaborate web of leather straps created a deliberate spiderweb design. Slip nooses were formed on four corners of the sling. One for each lovely limb. How many hours of pleasure had he gained form this device? He could pull one rope and the pulleys positioned above would ensure that the corresponding limb would be moved. Muscled legs stretched painfully apart was his specialty. He loved the shivering pain just the stretching would cause. Rimming an unwilling, stretched ass was the sweetest taste. So tight yet so vulnerable.

His little toy was ready for more.

Moving behind the golden man he knelt and took the muscular buttocks in a firm grip and yet squeezed gently. He lightly bit the succulent flesh, smiling as the toy jerked. He was starting to understand what would be expected of him. The muscled cheeks were parted slightly but Murdoch pulled them apart staring for a sweet moment at the treasure within. It would soon be red form his attention. But that would come later. He traced a tongue from the top of sweet buttocks slowly up the spine. The toy was trembling, frightened. Murdoch stood and reached around the lean torso and played softly with the pert nipples. "Oh, Fox." He whispered into the man's ear. Because the toy looked so like his Foxling Murdoch decided to be gentler than he normally would have been.

The fantasy engulfed him. He wanted to make his Foxling scream with pleasure...over and over and over. The pain would be there too of course, enhancing the sharpness of pleasure. He twisted the stand-ins nipples harder and harder until a cry of pain escaped and the dangling body swayed frantically trying to escape the tormenting hands.

Murdoch bit into the soft skin of the neck, not breaking skin...no he didn't want to mark his Prince again. He rubbed his mammoth erection against the taut buttocks and played with the still flaccid penis, giving an appreciative squeeze. How he loved men's bodies. So hard in the most delicious ways and softer, more vulnerable than a woman's in other ways.

"So beautiful...all mine...everything for my pleasure."

He parted with the spread, hanging body for a moment in order to adjust the ropes that attached to the leather straps buckled around the surprisingly slim ankles. Slowly those long legs were parted further, so much further a delicious shudder of pain quaked through the toy's body. Murdoch chose his first implement, a small, black leather crop, and it began.

**

Scully was putting away her cell phone in frustration when Mulder slid into the passenger seat. He gave her a shy smile and said. "What is it?" He gestured to her phone and she grumbled.

"I have been trying to get a hold of Skinner to let him know where we are going, but he isn't answering at any of his numbers."

Mulder pursed his lips and searched his pocket for a sunflower seed. "He'll be at his gym probably. Let's just call him later, Scully."

"After what happened yesterday, Mulder, I think he'll want to know what we are up to. Where is his gym?"

Mulder sighed and gave instructions. "We need to make flight arrangements..."

"Already taken care of."

"Oh, well I need to get some...things for the flight."

She reached back behind her and pulled a bag of sunflower seeds out of a plastic bag. She tossed them to her delighted partner. "Did you at least eat some of the food I brought you?' She asked as she pulled carefully out into traffic.

"Yep...the Egg McMuffin and the hash browns."

"Oh how did I know." She groaned.

He turned to the window and then darted his face back to her. Her lips were especially full...swollen. "Did you have fun last night, Scully?" He asked half teasing.

She blushed under her porcelain skin and then managed a grin. "And this morning."

He grinned, "You sure look like it."

"So do you, Mulder. So do you."

He did turn to the window then and they were silent on the way to Skinner's gym.

When they arrived at the sprawling double story complex Mulder winked at Scully. "Control yourself, Scully, there will be a lot of muscle in there."

"Oh me? I think now we have to include you in that warning, Mulder."

He couldn't help but grin wickedly. "You are right, Scully. I am an equal opportunity employer."

She shook her head trying to frown disapprovingly, but the image of Mulder having sex with another man was somehow strangely erotic.

She bit back a comment and they entered the air-conditioned environment. Weights banged and men grunted in time with dance music echoing from the aerobic studio.

Mulder stared into the glass-enclosed room. "Hey, Scully, look...Tae Box!"

She smiled a bit and led her partner on a search for their superior. They found him using a rowing machine. He was a study in male physique and both partners were silent as they took in his musculature as he slid up and back and over again. He wore a plain gray T-shirt and black sweat shorts that while loose, clung to his thick thighs.

"Oh my." Scully managed to whisper. Skinner's muscles were sliding under his skin with fluid grace and obvious strength. He wasn't wearing his glasses and sweat ran languid races down the thick column of his throat.

They stood watching him silently until Scully cleared her throat. "Ahem...excuse us, Sir."

Skinner stopped rowing and looked the two over carefully, solicitously. "What is it agents? Are you two okay?" His question was meant for both of them, but his chocolate gaze quickly assessed Mulder's well-being thoroughly before he turned his gaze to Scully.

"Well?" He asked impatiently as he stood up beside them. He could smell Mulder. He smelled like spice and soap. He could well imagine that soap slickening that golden skin as water cascaded down the lean frame. It was an often-visited fantasy. He clenched his fists and stared at Scully. He frowned then as his gaze took in both his agents. They seemed different somehow. He couldn't put his finger on it, but they seemed changed in some way. He had been thinking of change earlier. He had ran five miles on the treadmill and not tired. He had lifted, working five different muscle groups and not tired. He had been rowing for twenty minutes when his agents had interrupted him and he was still untired. Not even in his younger days would he had been able to work out this intensely without tiring. And he had noticed all the men in the gym working out endlessly.

"We are going to California...Northern California...Berkeley...you know east of San Francisco?"

"I know where Berkeley is, Agent Mulder, but thank you for the geography lesson. Why?"

"Following a lead," Mulder said in a quiet voice. There was a bead of sweat on Skinner's neck that was tantalizingly poised just above the hollow of Skinner's throat.

"Hi, beautiful!" A man had sidled up to Scully and was smiling at her invitingly. Sweat blossomed on him in every conceivable place and the scent he put off was unappealing to say the least. She raised a discerning brow and remained silent.

"I train people here...I would love to train you," He said and his furry brows did an imitation of a caterpillar as they wriggled invitingly. He pooched out his thin lips in an attempt to fool her into thinking he had full lips like her companion.

"Get lost." Skinner growled. The "trainer" glared but left, pausing to check his long hair in the mirror and adjust it slightly before strutting off.

Mulder bristled protectively as he noticed Scully getting quite a few lustful glances and then he realized with a start that he was receiving just as many. Men lifted weights robotically and stared intently, licking their lips reflexively. He didn't feel threatened just uncomfortable. He saw that both Scully and Skinner were noticing the heightened sexual tension and they moved in tandem to the relative comfort of the humid outside morning air, the two men instinctively closing ranks around Scully. It was still early enough that the heat hadn't taken hold in a lion's grip, but the promise was already in the air. Mulder was thankful he was heading to the cooler climes of Northern California, even if just for a few days.

"Okay, now tell me," Skinner urged. Damn! He could feel the heat coming from Mulder's body. He cursed his garb, as a hot stirring began in his thin shorts in response to the beauty so near.

"We need to talk to someone there. A professor at Berkeley." Mulder said quickly. "We can't explain right now. We really have to get going or we will miss our flight."

Skinner sighed. "Be careful you two." With that he turned and made his way back into the gym. The two agents flushed as they realized they had both been checking out their boss's ass appreciatively.

"Well that was informative, Mulder." Scully chided softly "Look, Mulder." She pointed to the sky as they were about to step into the car. "Isn't that beautiful?"

He looked and indeed the sky was lovely. Bright blue skies with a bright pink center low on the horizon. The sun looked to be resting on this shimmering pinkness. Before his eyes it expanded a bit and he blinked in surprise. Other people were staring too, Mulder noticed. They were entranced and smiling. He looked away from the horizon and looked around him. People were in the park sitting and kissing. Every couple was engaged in some sort foreplay. He gaped as two horse mounted cops stopped to watch appreciatively as two men engaged in what could only be described as loud, animalistic, anal sex. When one cop raised his nightstick and sucked the black painted wood into his mouth suggestively, staring at the other cop, Mulder hurriedly opened the car door. "C'mon, Scully, I think we have to hurry."

Scully was flushed as she sat in the car, her eyes darting to the scene on the verdant grass. "What in the Hell is going on, Mulder?" She gasped as she started the car.

"I don't know Scully," He took one last look at the horizon and said, "Let's get to National Airport."

"Ronald Reagan Airport," She corrected automatically.

"Whatever," He sighed. As they drove away Mulder noted that the Police Horses were riderless.

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End of "The Opening"