Life from the Ashes Book 2 - Hope and Faith
Chapter 6
He's Backby Jo B.
purplefox@usfamily.net***
D.C. Procreation Facility
Wednesday, February 17
9:50 a.m.Charles Scully escorted his sister through the halls of the Procreation Facility they had a ten o'clock meeting scheduled with Doctor Pendrell and Doctor Harris. They entered the waiting room in Doctor Harris' office and gave their name to the receptionist. He called the doctor to announce their arrival and a couple of minutes later the elderly doctor strolled out of his office.
"Dana, thanks for coming down. Did you have a nice flight?"
"It was fine, Doctor Harris. This is my brother Charlie."
"It's nice to meet you, young man," the doctor said, shaking his hand.
"Doctor, I had a phone call from a Doctor Pendrell. He said it was important that we came down to speak with you regarding my daughter. Is she all right?" Scully asked nervously. Since receiving the telephone call from Pendrell yesterday and the doctor not clarifying what it was about -- she feared the worse.
"Hope is doing exceptionally well. However, that is not why we called you down here," Harris stated.
Scully brightened, she had feared that something was physically wrong with her daughter. "Why did you call me down here?"
"Our other clients are waiting in the conference room for us, I think we should discuss this with everyone present. This way, Dana . . . Charles." The doctor opened the door and steered them down the hallway to the small conference room.
Scully walked in first, she stopped in front of the doorway when she saw Skinner and Mulder seated at the table. The A.D. was sipping a cup of coffee with one hand and his other held Mulder's hand, their fingers intimately laced together.
Mulder was wearing a new brown suit that matched his silky brown hair. His tie was very beautiful, its colors matched the suit and his eyes -- he was perfectly color coordinated.
Mulder noticed Scully's quiet appraisal, he watched her eyes focus on his tie. He smiled softly at her for the first time in weeks. "I'm no longer red/green colorblind -- I ended up throwing out a lot of my ties when I got a good look at them," he quipped.
"How have you been, Mulder? I'm really sorry about what I said last time we saw each other . . . I was wrong," she murmured, stepping forward to allow the doctor and her brother into the room.
"I'm fine, Scully. Most of the hurt your words caused me is gone. I realized even though you believed the things you said about me . . . it doesn't make them true."
"No, Mulder . . . I don't believe them . . . I was speaking out of anger and jealousy . . . you'd make a terrific father," Scully stated sitting down next to him. "Friends?" she asked, holding out her hand to him.
Mulder looked at her hand, refused to except it and stared into her deep blue eyes. "Scully, it's too soon. Maybe you should hold off on your offer until after the doctor has spoken," he said with some trepidation, knowing that in a few minutes she would be hurting and most likely hating him.
Scully sadly lowered her hand, she was about to reply when the door opened and a young doctor rushed in his arms weighed down with papers. "Sorry I'm late."
Dana Scully's mouth hung open. It was Pendrell. She watched as he set the stack of documents down on the table.
"Hi, Doctor Scully, I'm Kyle Pendrell . . . I believe you knew my brother Danny?" he stated shaking her hand.
"Yeah, I used to work with Danny." She thought, //So that's what Pendrell's first name was.//
Kyle looked longingly over at Mulder, ignoring the glare Skinner gave him. The young doctor opened the folder and started passing around copies of the bound documents. "This is the medical report of Hope's genetic make-up and the scientific process used for her conception. If you would each like to take a few minutes to review it, I'll answer any questions you may have."
Skinner opened his bound copy, recognizing the document Mulder had given him on Valentines Day. He couldn't make heads or tails out of the scientific report. The A.D. glanced over at Scully; her pretty face had gone completely white as she clutched the paper in a tight grip. She flipped to the next page, carefully studying the scientific process for errors.
"Why?" Scully asked the doctor when she finished reading the report.
Doctor Pendrell knew what she wanted to know. "Over half of the ova in storage is not labeled or the records have been lost -- we know nothing about the women from whom they were taken. It was decided that most of the men wanting to procreate in this manner wanted children that shared their traits. So, the female donor's genetic make-up is removed from the ovum, making the child entirely that of the two male donors."
"Then genetically Hope isn't my daughter?" Scully asked in a hush voice.
"No . . . she isn't," Kyle murmured gently.
"Thank you, Doctor Pendrell. I think . . . we'll be leaving now." She rose and walked quickly out the door, clutching the document in her hands. Charlie followed her, almost running to keep up. Dana stopped at the closet where her coat hung, quickly putting it on. The door to the clinic was held open for her and Charlie by one of the FBI men on guard duty.
Scully climbed into the passenger side and stared blankly out the window while waiting for her brother to take her away from here.
"Dana, are you going to be okay?"
"I'm fine, Charlie," she murmured softly, stifling back a sob that threatened to break lose.
"I'll drive us back to our hotel, then book on us on the first flight out in the morning." Charlie glanced at her with concern.
***
Mulder stared sadly out the open door after the Scullys abrupt departure. He was concerned. It wasn't like her to run away without challenging any of the information the doctor had presented. "Walter, I need to go talk to her. Can you drive me over to the hotel they're staying at?"
"Fox, let it go . . . let her go . . . lately she's only brought you heartache, besides she won't appreciate your concern, she'll probably resent it."
"I'm sorry, Walter, but it's something I have to do."
"Okay, but I'll wait in the lobby for you. I don't want to see her again and she definitely won't want to me again, either."
The two doctors listened to their conversation, waiting for the two men to finish. "I'm sorry, Doctor Scully didn't seem to take that very well. Maybe I should have softened the blow," Pendrell offered.
"No, Kyle . . . Scully has always appreciated the straight forward and no bullshit approach. It was bound to be a blow to her no matter how you presented it," Mulder said and shook the young doctor's hand. "I appreciate everything that you have done for us, thank you."
Skinner also shook the young doctor's hand. "Thank you, Doctor." The A.D. turned to his lover who was heading for the door. "Fox, let's look in on Hope before we go to the hotel."
They walked down the hallway, stopping in front of the lab door. Walter pulled his keys from his pocket and opened the door. He walked over to the cylinder peering in. "Hi, Angel, how's daddy's little girl doing today?" he murmured softly, running his finger along the glass. The fetus moved as if responding to the sound of his voice. Mulder stared in amazement, wondering if she could truly hear Skinner's voice.
"Walter, do you always talk to her when you come here?"
"Yes. I know she can't hear a word I'm saying, but I feel good talking to her."
Mulder wrapped his arm around Skinner's waist with deep affection for the older man. They stood looking at their daughter. "I think she can hear you, Walter," he murmured.
They remained there talking softly to each other and their daughter for over an hour, leaving reluctantly only when Doctor Jackson showed up to take down Hope's readings.
They climbed into the car and Skinner turned to Mulder. "Do you know what hotel the Scullys are staying at?"
"Yeah, Frohike said they booked a room at the Hilton, three blocks from here."
"Okay, Fox, are you positive you want to put yourself through this?"
"Yes, Walter . . . I need to see her. If only to close this chapter of my life, forever," he murmured sadly.
Skinner reached over and squeezed his hand. "I'll be listening in from the lobby, if you need me . . . I'll be there for you." Skinner hated the idea of Mulder being anywhere near Scully. The A.D. still couldn't forgive her for the harsh words she had spoken about Mulder. His lover's heart was too kind and fragile -- the agent forgave quickly and was so easily hurt.
The older man pulled the car into the parking lot of the hotel. They climbed out and strolled to the lobby, obtaining the room number from the front desk and Mulder headed for the staircase. "Fox, they're on the eighteenth floor why don't you take the elevator?"
"I prefer to walk up . . . I hardly get any exercise anymore," Mulder replied lying, he did not want Skinner to find out about his experience in the elevator at Viva Tower, he was a still a little scared.
Skinner looked at him angrily knowing Mulder had just lied to him. He respected his lover's privacy so he didn't try to read his thoughts. However, he would eventually find out the real reason Mulder wanted to use the stairs.
"Fox, we'll discuss this when we get home . . . I don't like being lied to. I'll be waiting down here, if you need me, I'll be at your side immediately." Skinner saw the embarrassed look that passed over Mulder's face as he turned and started up the stairs.
//Fuck.// Mulder thought. //Sometimes his lover made him feel like a little kid. He'd have to find a way to steer their relationship back on a more equal footing.//
Skinner took a seat on the lobby sofa, his mind was focused on Mulder, watching his every step and looking for any potential threat to him. He couldn't wait for Krycek to be Mulder's partner again; it would put his mind at ease to have his brother protecting their lover on the out of town cases.
Mulder knocked with some trepidation on the Scullys' hotel room door. Charlie Scully opened it and stepped aside, motioning Mulder in. "Mulder, we weren't introduced. I'm Charlie Scully, Dana's older brother."
"Hi, I'm sorry we're meeting under these circumstances," Mulder replied, shaking the pre-offered hand. He noticed Scully sitting at the small table, she was staring at him waiting for him to make the first move.
"Scully . . . I'm sorry, I know there isn't anything I can say or do to make it better, if there was . . . " Mulder trailed off not knowing what else to say to the woman who had been his partner and friend for six years.
"Mulder, it doesn't matter . . . I was a fool to have interfered in the first place. I'm the one who should be sorry. I've given the situation a lot of thought over the last few weeks. Losing your friendship was harder on me than finding out that Hope wasn't really my daughter." Scully stood up and walked over to him.
"Mulder, your forgiveness and friendship are the most important things to me right now."
He wasn't sure if he could forgive her for what she had said to him, but there was a desperate pleading in Scully's voice that Mulder had never heard before. Her eyes begged and pleaded with him, he found himself unable to refuse her request.
"Scully . . . I forgive you, and would value your friendship." Mulder smiled weakly at her, hoping he wasn't making a mistake.
Scully wrapped her arms around his slim waist and buried her face against his chest. "Thank you, Mulder. You don't know how much your friendship means to me . . . what you mean to me," she murmured against his chest.
Down in the lobby Skinner frowned, this was the last thing he wanted. Now Fox would be calling and turning to that woman for advice and there was nothing he could do to prevent it.
He sat there listening in on their conversation for an hour, before his lover left the room and started down the stairs. Mulder walked up to him smiling with relief; he stopped smiling when he saw the frown on Skinner's face.
"Fox, I don't approve of you forgiving her so easily. She's only going to hurt you again."
"Walter, Scully's part of my life. Damnit, she's saved my life countless times . . . how can you expect me not to forgive her?"
"I just think you forgave her too quickly," he growled. "Do you need to return to the Bureau, Fox?" Skinner questioned harshly, trying to keep his annoyance in check. As they walked out to the car, he looked at the clock; it was already after 3:00 p.m.
"No . . . I . . . I'll need a lift to the airport tomorrow morning, I'm going to Chicago. Anderson, Pipino, and Boutotte are meeting me at the gate," Mulder murmured, knowing how much Skinner hated his out-of-state assignments.
Skinner sighed. "Fox, I'll drive you, and walk you to the gate. Please be careful, with the news about Hope . . . I've become more concerned about your safety."
"Walter, I promise, I'll be careful. The FBI has us booked at the best hotel in Chicago, I think the Director shares your concern."
They were quiet the rest of the drive home. Yori met them at the door, taking their coats. "Walter, Mulder, everything went well today?"
"Things couldn't have gone better, Yori," Mulder replied as the Russian hung up their coats in the hall closet. He came over and embraced the agent.
"That is good news, Mulder. I have dinner started, if you'd like you can help me. Lev has been teaching me a new recipe," Yori talked excitedly; he didn't notice the look of anger on Skinner's face.
"Yori, I would like a word with you in private. Fox, see to dinner until we are through," Skinner ordered both men. He showed Yori into his private office, closing the door.
"I don't know what you hope to accomplish, Yori, but Fox is off limits! You are not to touch him anymore, just keep your hands to yourself!" Skinner hissed angrily.
"Walter, I'm not romantically interested in Mulder, he is a friend . . . nothing more. Even if I was interested, there is nothing I could physically do about it." Yori was briefly caught off guard by Skinner's anger, it never occurred to him that anyone would be jealous of him. "Walter, when I was younger I applied for a position as Slava's beautician. I was to groom him and his slaves. On my first day working for him, I was rendered unconscious, the next thing I knew I woke up in a small bedroom in extreme pain and discomfort -- I had been castrated."
Skinner sat in shock. The idea that someone could be so cold blooded to do that to another human was beyond him. "Yori, I'm sorry . . . I didn't know."
"It was a long time ago. I've never talked about it to anyone, before now," Yori sighed. "Walter, Mulder's friendship has meant a lot to me, I will restrain myself from touching him if that is your wish."
"No . . . I tend to be overly jealous where Fox is concerned if he doesn't mind the attention, then I will over look it," Skinner murmured, noticing the packages on the desk and stacks of mail.
"Not more . . . when is it going to end," he moaned. They had been receiving presents for Hope ever since news of her conception was announced worldwide. He also had hundreds of marriage proposals for his daughter and she hadn't even been born yet.
"Men are excited over the news, it probably will never end," the Russian stated. "If you'll excuse me, I'll see about dinner."
Skinner watched him go. Then he started weeding through the cards, letters, and packages.
***
Chicago
Thursday, February 18
8:50 p.m.
Mulder slipped the deadbolt on his hotel room door, Agent Anderson was next door and across the hallway were Agents Pipino and Boutotte. He was exhausted; it had been a long day of working on a profile, and studying the murder scenes. Then the murder had just turned himself into the police, making most of his work meaningless. The killer did match the initial profile he had pulled together. Well, at least they'll be flying back to D.C. in the morning.
The agent shrugged out of his suit coat and draped it over a chair; he did the same with his pants. He walked naked into the bathroom, closing the door he pulled the shower curtain shut, and turned on the water. Testing the water temperature, he climbed into the shower. After bathing, he shampooed his hair then tilted his head back and rinsed the soap from it, enjoying the feel of the hot water pounding against his skin.
Mulder glanced over at the closed shower curtain and saw an outline of a man on the other side. He stepped back, staring at the silhouette in fear. He reached his hand up and pulled the curtain open. To his shock, there was no one on the other side. The bathroom was empty. The door was still firmly closed.
Mulder cautiously stepped out of the bathtub, his heart beating a mile a minute. Grabbing a towel, he was about to leave the bathroom when the steamed over mirror caught his attention. Writing was slowly appearing on it 'Moi krasivy Fox, you're mine now and forever.'
The agent pulled desperately on the slippery doorknob, but he was unable to open the door. Mulder raised his hand to pound on it when his wrist was grabbed and he was spun around. He gasped as he stared into the translucent face of Nikolai Slava.
*Miss me, my pet?* Slava asked telepathically as he ran a transparent hand over the agent's trembling body. He captured the younger man's other wrist and held both hands over the agent's head as he pressed him up against the closed door. The Cossack captured Mulder's mouth with his using mind-control he forced the agent to permit him access.
Slava relished the flavor of his beloved; it had been too long since he had last tasted him this way. He pushed his tongue in deeper exploring and savoring the agent's mouth.
Mulder regained some control over his shocked mind. *It was you at Viva Tower? Is your real body nearby?*
*No . . . moi love. I'm still how you left me in Moscow. Your blow has left me in a coma that I can't wake up from.* Slava pulled back looking into Fox Mulder's startled hazel eyes.
*I've been watching you for several weeks. At first, I couldn't physically touch or communicate with you. I came to you in a dream, do you remember?*
Mulder nodded his head; he remembered the nightmare he had sleeping on the couch at Viva Tower.
*I've been getting stronger. Now I can make this astral body function just like my corporeal body.* Slava's body was getting more solid as he talked. *I'm no longer bound by the limits of my earthly body, I can go distances that I wasn't able to before.*
*What do you want from me?* Mulder asked, feeling his knees growing weak.
*You are moi lubimij, my beloved. I will never let you go, you are *mine* forever and always.* Slava lowered the agent's arms and pulled him against his now solid chest. Tilting his head back, he returned to passionately kissing him.
By the time the Cossack broke the kiss, Mulder was so light headed he was no longer able to stand on his own. Slava scooped him up in his large muscular arms, opening the door to the bathroom with his powers. Mulder's arms were wrapped tightly around the much larger man's neck to keep his balance, and he whimpered against his shoulder.
Slava stared at the bed and the blankets pulled down on their own, and he gently set Mulder in the center then lowered himself on top of the frightened man. *Ssh, moi love, I do not intend to hurt you. I only want to make love to you. You do enjoy it when I make love to you.*
"No . . . I don't . . . please leave me alone," the agent begged.
*Ssh, no talking . . . if your next door neighbor interferes I will have to kill him.* Slava put a finger to Mulder's lips removing his ability for speech. *You enjoyed it when I made love to you the last three mornings in a row.*
*That was you . . . * Mulder felt nauseous he had assumed each morning it had been one of his lovers.
*You also enjoyed the present I left you . . . although, Comrade Krycek seemed to have gotten the most enjoyment from it.*
*The thong . . . you?* the agent moaned with embarrassment.
*It really looked lovely on you . . . if I had you back in Russia with me you'd be wearing nothing else.* The Cossack licked a path down the agent's chest, teasing each nipple until they stood pebble hard. He continued down, breathing in the delicious scent that he had missed for so long. Slava stopped at the agent's groin licking around the tender flesh, parting the agent's thighs he took each of his lover's balls into his mouth sucking them. He gripped Mulder's cock slowly pumping it until it stood erect.
Slava took the agent's cock into his mouth, twirling his tongue around the velvet head, savoring the unique flavor of his lover. He took him down deep into his throat, Mulder moaned as he tried and failed to distance himself from the feelings of arousal and pleasure. The agent pushed up into that hot mouth, burying his cock deeper inside.
*You like this, my pet. Come back to me . . . I will make you feel constant pleasure.*
*NO!* Mulder shouted, but it was too late as he felt himself coming into that hot seductive mouth. Slava swallowed every drop that was pumped out of the agent.
The handsome Cossack pulled back and smiled lovingly down at the drained and sated man. He then raised the agent's legs up onto his shoulders and magically pulled a tube of lubricant out of thin air, he proceeded to prepare the smaller man. Placing the head of his cock at the tight opening he slowly pushed in, watching the beautiful hazel eyes fill with tears. Slava pushed his hips forward hard, sinking his entire twelve inches all the way in as silent tears streamed down his lover's cheeks.
Mulder arched his back and attempted to scream at the intense pain, but no sound issued from his mouth. Slava leaned forward deeply impaled in his lover's beautiful body, licking the salty tears off his face.
*Moi love, you are perfect this way . . . this is why you were put on this earth to provide me with pleasure.* Slava captured his mouth in another kiss, sucking the air from his lungs. Mulder sank against the soft mattress -- defeated.
Slava started fucking him, thrusting in and out of his body. At times Mulder could see right through him, he shivered at the hopelessness of the situation. His legs were cramping from the position they were in, and he tried to ignore the pleasure that was being forced upon him, his cock stood hard again, swollen and leaking against his belly.
It seemed to go on forever. Mulder felt the large Russian slam hard into his body one final time as he came, pouring his semen deep into his bowels. The agent whimpered; he was still painfully hard, his cock leaking pre-cum against his stomach.
Slava pushed his hips forward wiggling until he was as deeply buried as he could get inside the younger man. He then proceeded to jack the agent off, forcing a second orgasm on the unwilling young man. Mulder rectal muscles tightened around the Cossack's deeply buried cock, causing another orgasm in the handsome Russian.
Nikolai Slava removed his softening penis and moved up to the top of the bed, pulling his reluctant lover into his arms. Hugging him closely, he kissed and caressed the agent's beautiful, sated face. Slava noticed his arms were beginning to lose their substance, he needed to leave and replenish his strength -- sadly he kissed Fox one final time, then vanished.
Mulder only had the strength to pull the blankets over his abused body, before losing consciousness.
***
Foxfire Glenn Estate
Saturday, February 20
3:50 a.m.
Agents Pipino and Boutotte insisted on driving Mulder home. He begged them just to allow him to get a rental and drive himself home, but they wouldn't hear of it.
The case in Chicago ended up dragging on most of the day. The suspect changed his mind and attempted to withdraw his confession. The police needed Mulder to tighten up his profile, because the testimony from the clairvoyant working on the case was not fully admissible in court.
Mulder hadn't known they'd be flying home this early. He told Skinner and Krycek when he talked to them on Friday that he would not be back before Saturday afternoon.
Agent Pipino pulled up in front of the security gate and Mulder told him the numbers to punch in. The gate clicked open and Vinny pulled the car around to the front of the large mansion. The motion detectors set off the lights in the front of the mansion and Mulder noticed lights going on inside of the mansion.
"Thanks for the lift guys. Would you like to stop in for a cup of coffee?" Mulder asked, knowing it was an hours drive back into the city.
"Thanks, Mulder, we'd better be going. Besides, it looks like we woke the boss up," Vinny snickered, seeing A.D. Skinner come out of the mansion in his robe and slippers.
Mulder climbed out of the car and smiled weakly at his lover. He slammed the car door and waved goodbye to Vinny and Phil.
"Fox, you should have called. I would have come to the airport and picked you up," Skinner scolded him then tenderly kissed and hugged him. "God, I've missed you."
Mulder hugged Skinner back. "I missed you, too. I didn't know I'd be coming home until several hours ago. I didn't want to wake you or Alex."
Krycek appeared in the doorway, looking deliciously rumpled from sleep. "Fox, you're back."
Mulder walked through the door with Skinner's arm around his waist. The agent reached out and wrapped his arm around Krycek's waist pulling the younger man toward him he kissed him passionately.
"Can we go into the kitchen and talk? There is something I need to tell you," he said nervously. Mulder had weighed all of his options and decided it was best for him to tell them about his encounter with Slava. He was afraid of their reactions, but he was even more afraid of the Cossack.
Skinner put on a pot of coffee for them. While they waited for it to brew, they asked him about the case. The A.D. stood back up and poured them each a mug of coffee.
"Okay, Fox, what's wrong?" Skinner asked softly.
"You know that ghost problem I had at Viva Tower?" he murmured.
"What? You haven't seen any ghosts here have you?" Skinner exclaimed with some annoyance. This was their new home, and he wanted it to be a warm and nurturing environment for their daughter.
Mulder sadly lowered his head; he did not want his problems to interfere with his lovers' lives. It was a mistake to have even brought it up. He felt his eyes mist over and several tears slide down his cheeks. He started to get up to leave the room, feeling suddenly alone and afraid.
Krycek's hand stopped him. "Fox, sit down tell us what's wrong, we'll listen. Won't we, Walter?" the triple agent glared at his half brother.
"Fox. Shit . . . I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I just said. Please, tell us what the problem is," Skinner said suddenly, embarrassed by his callous behavior.
Mulder slowly looked back up, opening his mind to his two lovers, so they could see what he had gone through from the episode in the elevator to his rape Thursday evening.
"FUCK! THAT BASTARD . . . I'LL KILL HIM!" Skinner exclaimed, standing abruptly he spilled his coffee.
Mulder allowed himself to breakdown into tears, Krycek held him as he cried, rubbing his back soothingly. "Walter, we need to try to put up a barrier to keep him out."
Skinner turned to sit back down, but stopped when his chair pulled back on its own and a figure appear in it. "Alexei, just what type of a barrier do you think would keep me out?" The handsome Cossack asked, putting his feet up on the table, he stared lovingly at Mulder.
"YOU! KEEP AWAY FROM FOX! YOU GODDAMNED BASTARD!" Skinner tried to physically strangle the smirking Russian, but his hands went right through Slava's body.
Mulder huddled closer against Krycek, trembling.
"Fox belongs to me . . . I've shared him with you only because he needs your protection. When I am whole again I will come and escort Fox back to Russia where he belongs -- with me."
"He's not ever going anywhere with you Slava! Fox belongs here with us so you might as well leave and find someone else," Krycek warned. The triple agent used his powers to toss the large Russian from the chair.
The Cossack stopped himself for attacking back; his beloved was sitting too close to Alexei.
Skinner caught on quickly. Seeing what his younger brother had just done, he used his substantial powers to vanquish the Russian from their house. Slava did not see the move coming and was not aware of how strong the bald man was.
The Cossack screamed his rage at being so easily defeated and denied the one thing that he truly loved. He would have his heart's desire the moment their guard was down, but this astral body was not strong enough to go up against two sorcerers.
Skinner sank to his knees and pulled Mulder into his arms. "Fox, please forgive me . . . I should have listened to you back at Viva Tower. If I had, we might have prevented that bastard from touching you."
"It's not your fault, Walter. I didn't know it was Slava until Thursday evening," Mulder replied, pulling himself back together. He softly kissed the older man. Standing, he pulled Krycek to his feet. "I'm tired, c'mon Alex let's turn in. Walter, consider this bribery over those blinds, Alex's windows face west, and I have no intention of getting out of bed before noon."
***
Foxfire Glenn Estate
Saturday, February 20
1:10 p.m.
Mulder quickly put on his forest green robe and left his and Krycek's bedroom, he was starving. As he passed the bedroom at the top of the stairs, he heard loud rock music coming from inside. Curious, he pushed open the door and watched Langly as he painted.
The room was impressive and beautiful, the gunman had painted a sky with wispy white clouds on the ceiling and halfway up the walls. On the bottom part of the wall, he painted a garden -- Skinner had installed wainscoting in the form of a white picket fence around the walls. The painted garden showed though the pickets. Langly was currently painting a tree and branches up one side of the room. The whole room looked like a picture out of at storybook.
Langly noticed him and turned off the radio. "Hey, Mulder. What do you think?"
"I'm impressed . . . it's beautiful, Hope's going to love it when she's older."
"Thanks, Mulder, are you heading down for lunch?" The tall blonde gunman asked.
"Yeah, I haven't had anything since Thursday." Mulder left out that he had also thrown up everything he ate on Thursday.
"Mind if I join you? I could use a break," Langly asked, putting his brush to soak in a container of soapy water.
"Sure, I could use the company. Have you seen Alex or Walter recently?" Mulder inquired, he did not want Langly to know he was afraid to be alone. That was why he didn't take the time for a shower or to find something to wear in the walk-in-closet.
His lovers must have felt his fear, because Skinner walked into the house from outside as Mulder, Langly walked down the staircase, and Krycek came quickly from the direction of the kitchen.
"Fox, how are you feeling today?" Skinner asked.
"I've been better . . . were you out in the workshop?" Mulder hugged him, allowing the older man to guide him protectively into the kitchen.
"Yeah, I was painting the cradle I made for Hope," the older man replied tightly holding Mulder against his body, his arm around the younger man's waist.
Krycek had walked back ahead of them into the kitchen. He was making lunch for them; Yori had spent the evening in D.C. visiting Skinner's cousin Lev. Mulder broke away from Skinner and walked hungrily over to the stove, looking at what his younger lover was preparing.
"Since you slept through breakfast, Fox, I thought I'd make us omelets," Krycek informed him.
Mulder looked in the medium-sized sauté pan; it contained mushrooms, shrimp, and mussels. "Seafood omelets?"
"It is lunchtime, after all, my love," Krycekstated, pouring the eggs into the omelet pan.
Skinner and Langly sat at the kitchen counter. Mulder poured himself a cup of cold coffee, putting it in the microwave to heat. Krycek looked at him in disgust. "You know that's going to taste like crap, why don't you just make a fresh pot?"
"I'm used to bitter, crappy-tasting coffee," Mulder answered and retrieved the steaming mug. Taking it over to the counter, he sat next to Skinner. They sat watching Krycek as he made the omelets.
He put the first one in front of Mulder, who smiled at him in appreciation. "Thanks, Alex."
After Krycek finished the omelets for Langly and Skinner, Kimberly and Tony walked in through the back door of the kitchen. "Hi, Kim, Tony, have a seat -- there's enough left for the three of us, I just have to scramble a few more eggs," Krycek told them, getting another container of eggs out of the refrigerator.
"Thanks, Alex," Kimberly smiled sweetly at him. "Do you need any help?"
"No, I have everything under control, just have a seat."
Skinner looked at his secretary and her boyfriend as they sat. "How's the moving going?"
"Fine, Walter. Vinny, Jack, Phil, and George helped us load the truck in D.C., like they promised, now it's just up to you guys to help Tony to unload it." She could not help the big smile that came on her face; she was really looking forward to living in that lovely cottage.
"We'll be happy to help after you have finished eating." Skinner smiled, rising, he rinsed his plate and put it in the dishwasher. "Would you like anything to drink, soda, juice, beer?" he asked.
"A diet-Pepsi would be fine," Kimberly answered as Krycek put a seafood omelet in front of her.
"I could use a beer," Tony piped up.
Skinner grabbed a Pepsi and a glass for Kim, then went around the corner to the butler's pantry and pulled out two beers for Tony and himself.
Skinner sat back down at the long counter -- it had six tall stools, and enough room for two more. He sipped his beer and placed his hand on the back of Mulder's stool. The A.D. was really feeling horny; he had not slept with Mulder since Wednesday evening. After they helped Kim and Tony move, he had plans for his lover.
They finished eating and doing the dishes. Langly headed back upstairs to finish painting. Krycek went with Mulder upstairs so his lover could dress, he knew Fox was still worried about Slava. The agent was not convinced that their protective barrier would hold.
"Fox, you don't have to be afraid. Slava isn't strong enough to break through our barrier and with Tony's assistance, there will be no way in hell he'd get within twenty miles of you."
"Alex, what about when we're on a case together, are you strong enough to protect me from him?" Mulder bent down to tie his shoes.
"In his current state, yes. If he were whole and here in person, then I'd have to say no. Walter, on the other hand, is more than his equal . . . and he is getting stronger everyday." Krycek waited for Mulder to leave the room first and followed him down staircase. They retrieved their coats from the hall closet and went to help their new neighbors move in.
Skinner and Tony had already telekinetically moved several pieces of furniture into the cottage. However, when they had a midair collision between an end table and floor lamp, Kimberly put her foot down and ordered them to carry the furniture in like normal men.
Mulder snickered at the embarrassed looks on both men's faces as he and Alex picked up the sofa from the truck and moved it into the large living room.
"Mulder, Alex, set the sofa here so it's in front of the fireplace," Kimberly directed, there was a large area rug on the hardwood floor; they placed the sofa on top of it.
Mulder stood up and looked around, he loved this cottage. He helped Tony paint it on Monday, he still marveled at how warm and homey it felt. The living room had a large bay window, he thought it was a perfect place for a Christmas tree. He would have to check their mansion when he got back, he wondered if Walter had thought about where their Christmas tree would go. The mansion was beautiful and had everything he could have ever imagined wanting, but it did not have the cozy warmth this place had.
"Kim, this house is . . . wonderful. I'm happy you are going to be our neighbors," Mulder stated sincerely.
"Thanks, Mulder. I couldn't agree more . . . I feel like I'm living in a fairytale being in the cottage. Ssh, come over here, look out the back window . . . slowly, you'll scare them," she said, knowing she had found a kindred spirit.
Mulder stared in the direction she pointed -- there were two young deer grazing out back. Tony came up behind them, looking out. "Damn, I'll have to build a fence to keep them out. They'll eat all the spring plants once they start to sprout."
Kim and Mulder looked at Tony in disgust; some people had no sense of romance.
"C'mon, Fox, we have a whole truck to unload," Krycek barked. He really wanted to get this moving over with; he was starting to feel horny. Fox had been too exhausted to make love this morning and Alex had plans for him once they were back at the house.
They spent the next two hours moving furniture and boxes. Skinner and Krycek were watching Mulder longingly. Mulder, on the other hand, was starting to feel stiff and sore -- it had been a long time since he did anything that strenuous. He decided he needed to start working out more often. They finally finished at 4:20 p.m., and headed back to the mansion.
"I could use a long soak in a hot bath," Mulder complained, once they entered the house.
"C'mon, I'll run one for you . . . " both Krycek and Skinner said simultaneously, each grabbing one of Mulder's arms.
"Guys! I'm not a Thanksgiving wishbone!" he exclaimed. Pulling his arms free, he saw the hurt expressions on both men's faces. //Shit what was he going to do?//
"I wouldn't mind trying out the spa downstairs," he murmured with a look of mischief on his face.
"Good idea, Alex, we'll see you in the morning," Skinner growled, leading Mulder toward the elevator.
"Walter, stop! I was kind of thinking that all three of us could try out the spa," Mulder smiled seductively at both men.
"Fox, you're not serious . . . are you?" Skinner asked shocked. Krycek came up, glaring at his older brother for attempting to steal their lover for the evening. After all, it was his turn to be with Fox -- the agent's word hadn't registered with him, yet.
"Why not? We're adults . . . I want both of you to make love to me at the same time. Is there something wrong with that?" Mulder asked.
Krycek looked at him and grinned. "No, my love, I don't see anything at all wrong with that. Brother dearest, do you?" he replied sweetly. Having participated in threesomes before, he saw no problem in it.
"Well, yes. For one thing we're brothers, for the other it's not . . . moral," Skinner complained, but got on the elevator for the lower level with his brother and lover.
"Walter, we're already both sharing the same lover, besides we're not going to make love with one another, only to Fox. Is there really anything wrong with that?" Krycek asked, taking a perverse pleasure at his half-brother's discomfort.
Mulder hid his smile, he had had fantasies about Walter and Alex romantically involved over the past three weeks. It would be interesting to see the real thing, but he wasn't about to push them.
There was steam coming out of the spa. Krycek had emptied and cleaned it on Thursday. He refilled it, but never had the chance to use it because he had to go to Quantico at the last minute for exams before he started work on Monday.
Mulder started stripping out of his clothes, he didn't take his morning shower and had a day's growth of beard. Skinner and Krycek were slower at disrobing; they were both watching Mulder with desire. The tall lanky agent had the perfect body, not too muscular and not too skinny, he was perfectly toned.
They watched Mulder put a toe into the steaming water his firm round ass was facing them. Skinner had the urge to just grab him and sink his nine thick inches deeply inside of him. He groaned and continued removing his clothes. Krycek stared at him, reading his thoughts. "Bro, I'll let you have him first . . . I prefer waiting and stretching out the experience."
"Thanks, Alex, I really don't think I could wait; I'm about to explode," Skinner moaned. Removing the last of his clothes, his swollen erection stood proud against his belly.
Mulder had already sunk to his neck in the steaming, swirling water. He smiled up at Skinner as his lover climbed into the spa. The older man immediately pulled Mulder to him straddling his legs and kissing him. The agent wrapped his arms around the larger man's broad shoulders moaning into his mouth with desire.
Krycek stepped in on the other side of Mulder watching his half-brother devour their lover in a deep kiss. Mulder was moaning continually, fully aroused. Alex took over for his brother kissing and tantalizing the agent's sublime body.
Mulder was in total bliss, the hot swirling water was easing his body's aches and pains, and having the attentions of two lovers -- he was in heaven. He had never felt this good, all thoughts of his past: his sister, his parents, the x-files, and Slava vanished as Alex sucked his tongue into his mouth and he felt Skinner's fingers worked their way inside him.
Skinner was desperate to get off; he had never wanted anyone more than he wanted Mulder right now. He felt the muscles of his lover's rectum clench his fingers as he pushed the lube inside. Krycek had Mulder lost in a deep kiss -- Skinner pushed the agent forward so he could position himself below the agent. He parted Mulder's thighs and pulled the agent down onto his hard erection.
Mulder gasped into Krycek's mouth as he felt the hard, knobby head of Skinner's cock pop into him. Water splashed out of the bubbling spa as the agent sank hard onto the thick pole.
Krycek pulled back, staring at the deeply aroused face of his brother over Mulder's shoulder. The A.D. sat on the seat in the swirling water with the agent impaled on his lap; Skinner's arms were wrapped around Mulder's body. The triple agent reached out his hand to the agent's hard organ and caressed and stroked it. He met his brother's eyes, communicating his intentions. The younger man reached for the lubricant and prepared himself then quickly straddled Mulder's lap. Placing the head of the agent's cock against his anus, he sank down.
Mulder had been blissfully relishing the feel of Skinner's cock buried deeply inside of him, and the pleasant feeling of the water swirling around his body as Krycek's hand stroked him. When he felt his organ engulfed into the hot heat of his young lover's body, his eyes sprang open in surprise. The buoyancy of the water helped distribute their weight so the older man wasn't crushed.
Krycek's feet were on the bench on either side of the A.D.'s body; Skinner's hands were on Mulder's hips. When Krycek pulled up, the older man lifted the agent up, then pulling him back down. They soon reached a rhythm of up and down motions, Mulder didn't last long -- the dual stimulation of being fucked and fucking Krycek brought him quickly over the edge. He held Krycek to him as his orgasm shot into the younger man the agent sought his lover's mouth in a lust filled kiss.
The clutching and squeezing of Mulder's rectal muscles around his cock forced Skinner over the edge as well. He laid his head back against the side of the spa, sighing with sated contentment. The A.D. felt the weight being removed from his body as Krycek climbed off Mulder's lap and the agent lifted up, letting Skinner's soft penis slip from his body.
Mulder reached down and stroked Krycek's swollen cock; he turned around and leaned up against the side off the spa, presenting his ass for mounting. The triple agent quickly complied, taking Mulder from behind hard. He unmercifully thrusted his cock in to the root in one fluid motion. The agent felt the water from the spa pushed into his body with each thrust into his tight hole by the younger man.
Krycek felt the weird sensation of his brother's warm come around his cock that was deep inside Mulder's body. As he thrust forward, the milky fluid was soon forced out of his lover's body by the water being pushed in and out by their fucking motions.
Skinner laid back and lazily watched the two beautiful men; he no longer had doubts about sharing Mulder this way. He looked forward to each new experience that they would share. The A.D. watched as his brother face scrunched up and his orgasm hit. The younger man slumped forward, draping his body over Mulder's. Krycek pulled out and sat next to the agent who was still trying to recover his breath, leaning up against the side of the spa.
Mulder turned around and sat, smiling warmly at both of his lovers. He eased over to Skinner; straddling his lap he kissed the older man with gratitude for consenting to his wishes.
***
Hoover Building
Walter Skinner's Office
Monday, February 22
10:13 a.m.
Skinner glared angrily at the three men in his office. "The agreement was that Agent Mulder wouldn't be tested until after our daughter is born!" he growled.
"We can no longer wait that long! The samples we have are useless. All the sperm from Agent Mulder's semen sample are dead, we require fresh samples and new tests run on the agent," the military doctor growled back, he would not be intimidated by the larger man.
The FBI Director spoke up for the first time. "Walter, they assure me that it will only be for three days. It's for the benefit of the country, you can understand that."
"Yes, sir, but I'm agreeing under protest. Special Agent Alex Krycek will need the three days off to accompany Agent Mulder to Colorado," Skinner added trying to control his temper.
"No problem, Walter, I'll arrange it with A.D. Murphy." The Director stood to leave, along with the other two men.
The geeky looking bureaucrat in the black suit turned to Skinner and handed him a slip of paper. "Have Mr. Mulder and Mr. Krycek at this private airstrip at 3:00 p.m. today . . . their flight is scheduled to leave at 3:30 p.m."
Skinner glared angrily at the man, watching them leave his office. He picked up the telephone. "Kimberly, can you have Agents Mulder and Krycek come to my office immediately."
***
Loftlyn Airfield
Monday, February 22
2:55 p.m.
Krycek parked the car in the private lot and hit the trunk release. He glanced over at Mulder who was nervously looking out the window at the large private jet. "It will be okay, Fox. Walter said it's only for three days at Northridge. If they try to keep us longer than that, you can bet he'll have the place raided," Krycek quipped, trying to cheer his lover up.
"Alex, something just doesn't feel right to me," Mulder sighed. He couldn't shake the uneasy feeling he had in the pit of his stomach.
"Fox, the gunmen found that everything checked out." Krycek climbed out of the car, opening the trunk, he handed Mulder his bags and pulled his own out.
The guard at the gate let them through. A steward met them at the steps to the jet and took their luggage. Mulder looked up the steps, feeling extremely uneasy. Krycek wrapped his arm around the agent's waist and guided him up the steps.
They stepped through the hatch and Krycek was immediately grabbed and slammed against the door. He tried to use his powers to fight back, but found himself up against three other sorcerers and a clairvoyant. The triple agent watched in dread as the clairvoyant knelt down and attached a power-damping cuff to his ankle. He looked over to Mulder who was being held immobile by a large n'thral. There was a sting of a needle against his neck and Krycek found himself falling into darkness -- the last thing he saw was Mulder being lead down the aisle of the plane.
The n'thral was surprisingly gentle as he forced the struggling agent down the aisle to the back of the plane. He pushed Mulder into a plush bucket seat and fastened his slender wrists to the armrest that had cuffs built into the arms. The agent's feet were also secured similarly to the floor. When Mulder was completely immobile, the n'thral stepped away.
Mulder looked down at the cuffs holding his arms and feet to the chair. He looked up when he smelled the scent of cigarette smoke, and straight into the cold eyes of Cancerman who smiled warmly down at him.
***