Life from the Ashes Book 1 - A New Beginning
Chapter 6
Partnersby Jo B.
purplefox@usfamily.net***
The St. Louis Royal Hotel
Monday, December 21
4:00 a.m.Krycek was spooned comfortably behind Mulder's body. They both were lying on their sides; his chest was pressed against the agent's warm back. Krycek hugged Mulder closer, wrapping his arm protectively around his lover's waist. His penis was warmly nestled between Mulder's smooth buttocks; his head rested on a pillow behind the agent's head. Krycek had been awake for the past two hours just relishing the closeness.
Krycek rose slightly keeping his chest pressed against Mulder's back, he leveraged himself up with his arm on the other side of the agent's body so he could stare down at his lover. There was a full moon out, which provided him with enough light to study Mulder's features. He still couldn't believe that after all these years of yearning, Fox Mulder was finally his. His sexual fantasies about the man had paled in comparison to the real thing, he never would have thought that Mulder would be a totally generous and enthusiastic lover.
Mulder had concentrated solely on providing him pleasure. He learned all of his erogenous zones and would spend long minutes slowly driving him crazy. Afterwards, even when Mulder was totally spent and sated, he allowed Krycek to continue taking pleasure from his beautiful body. Krycek had lost track of how many times he had plunged his cock into that beautiful body, he couldn't seem to get enough of him.
Krycek was well aware of Mulder's emotional state. Mulder would be fine during sex, but afterwards he would softly weep in his sleep. He knew his lover felt guilty about sleeping with him and was still pining for Walter Skinner, he only hoped Fox would get over the man soon. Krycek didn't like to see his lover suffering and cursed Skinner for stealing Mulder's heart when it should have belonged to him.
Krycek stared down at Mulder's pale face . . . his long, thick eyelashes lay gently against his high cheekbones. His mouth was slightly open showing his pearly white teeth, his sexy lower lip was still swollen from all the attention he had shown it earlier. He looked like some surreal creature -- an angel. The agent's taste still lingered on his mouth and lips. Krycek felt himself growing hard again as his cock swelled nestled between the agent's buttocks. He bent down and kissed Mulder on the small mole next to his mouth stirring him from his slumber.
Mulder felt Krycek's hard erection nestled between his butt cheeks. He smiled softly as he stared bleary-eyed at Krycek who was smiling lovingly down at him. "Trying to break your old record?" he murmured as he clenched his buttocks together causing the younger man to moan.
"I'll always be trying to set new records where you are concerned, my love." Krycek reached down, eased his cock free, parted the firm ivory cheeks, and stroked a finger over the agent's puckered opening. He eased one digit into Mulder, who was still lubricated and damp with semen from being taken several times already tonight. He was still loose enough, so he removed his finger and eased his thick cock in, popping the head pass the tight ring of muscles.
Mulder pulled up one leg and turned slightly onto his stomach to accommodate his lover. Krycek pushed in until he was to his root then rested his chest against Mulder's warm back. Bringing his arm around the agent's waist, he hugged him, tightly sighing contentedly. He didn't want to ruin the intimacy and comfort he was presently feeling, so he lay still . . . and drifted off to sleep.
"Alex?"
***
Interstate 70
Monday, December 21
11:00 a.m."Fox, how many times do you want me to say I'm sorry?"
"I can't believe you fell asleep," Mulder pouted, glaring at Krycek.
"You felt so damn good underneath me, I didn't want to lose that closeness and I drifted off. I'm sorry!"
"Walter never fell asleep on me."
"Fox, I'd really appreciate it if you didn't bring that old bastard into our conversation. Besides how many times in one night could the old geezer get it up? I bet it wasn't more than twice."
"For your information Walter was quite capable of getting it up more than twice a night, and he is not an old geezer!"
"Why are you defending the man who murdered your father in cold blood?"
"I am not defending him. I'm just stating a fact . . . he was a very good lover who was considerate enough *not* to fall asleep on me."
"I'm sorry! Tell me what can I do to make it up to you?"
"Let me drive."
"That's it? You'll forgive me if I let you drive?"
"It's a start."
"Damn, you're not going to let it go anytime soon, are you?"
"Nope."
"Bastard."
Mulder glanced over at Krycek, who was pouting and looking quite adorable. "Oh Fuck it! Okay, Alex, you're forgiven. Just don't let it happen again. Now pull over . . . it's my turn to drive."
Krycek eased the van off the side of the road and they switched seats. Before pulling back onto the interstate, as means of an apology, they shared a kiss.
"Fox, you know this is our first lover's spat, we'll have to make up more thoroughly tonight."
"It's a date, but this time I'm on top," Mulder murmured into Krycek's mouth, deepening the kiss.
"We'd better get back on the road."
***
Northridge Research Compound
Boulder, Colorado
Monday, December 21
1:00 p.m.Walter Skinner waited in his car outside the third and final security gate at the Northridge Research compound. The first gate he passed through had been a twelve-foot high-voltage electric fence with barbed wire along the top. There were two heavily armed marines manning the guard post at that gate.
Skinner was shocked when he passed through a squatters camp that was set up five hundred feet outside the first gate. There were at least two hundred tents and makeshift shacks, smoke from campfires rose above the camp permeating the air. He wondered how the squatters avoided attacks from ghouls or kept from freezing to death in the sub-zero weather. There was two feet of snow on the ground and more was predicted for tonight.
The second gate he passed through had thick concrete walls with sharp spikes imbedded in the concrete around the top and sides. He noticed the guard dogs that roamed the half-mile territory between the first two gates. There were two more heavily armed marines at the second gate.
Now, here he sat at the third and final gate which had an aesthetically pleasing brick wall attached to it. Skinner reasoned it was probably there to give the residents inside the compound a sense of security without making them feel like they were in a prison.
The guard at the gate handed him back his ID and waved him through. He drove by several barracks on the compound before reaching the main building. It wasn't much to look at; it was only one and a half stories high and completely windowless. He knew most of the facility was below ground and extended far beyond the small building. There were three heavy metal doors on each side of the square concrete structure. He studied the surveillance cameras on the top of the building, he had noticed several similar cameras mounted on posts along the way through the different checkpoints.
He parked the car, grabbed his briefcase from the back, and walked up to the visitor entrance where another marine stood guard. The marine checked his ID and opened the metal door allowing him to enter the building. The interior of the building was in sharp contrast to the exterior -- the floors and walls were covered in white marble. The first floor was completely open and had large marble columns supporting the twenty-foot ceiling. In the center of the room was a large circular reception desk where yet another marine sat in full dress blues. In each corner of the large room were three clear glass door elevators, each bank of elevators led down to different levels in the building.
Walter Skinner presented his ID to the final marine at the reception desk. "I'm here to see General William Pierce."
"Yes, Sir, the General is expecting you. Go to the south bank of elevators and take one to sub-level two, General Pierce is in office 216." The marine pointed over toward the appropriate elevators.
Skinner walked over and waited for the elevator. When it arrived, he rode it down to sub-level two, he noted that this elevator only had access to the first five sub-levels. Looking at the control panel, he also noted that there were a total of thirty-nine sub-levels.
He exited the elevator and followed the room signs to General Pierce's office. He walked into the General's outer office where the assistant notified the General that he had arrived and directed him to go in.
The General was seated behind his desk; he was an elderly man in his late sixties, extremely thin and completely bald. The General had cold gray eyes -- looking in them Skinner saw absolutely no warmth.
The A.D. was able to read him for the type of man he was without using his powers. He cringed at the thought of this extremely stern man being responsible for all the remaining women on the North American continent.
"General Pierce, I'm Assistant Director Walter Skinner. Thank you for seeing me on such short notice." Skinner held out his hand and Pierce shook it.
"I didn't have much choice, sir, did I?"
"No, you didn't. Let's get right to the reason I'm here. Special Agent Fox Mulder is going to try to contact his ex-partner Dana Scully and I want him taken into custody immediately. He is to be treated with the utmost care . . . I do not want him harmed in any way."
Skinner pulled out a photo of Alex Krycek from his briefcase and handed it to General Pierce. "Agent Mulder is traveling with this man, Alex Krycek. Krycek has the sorcerer mutation and is to be considered extremely dangerous, lethal force may be required for his apprehension."
"Very well, A.D. Skinner. I'll have my assistant distribute his photo to our security force. Do you have one of Agent Mulder?"
Skinner reluctantly handed over the most recent photo he had of Mulder to the General. Mulder was extremely beautiful and sensual in the photo; he didn't like the thought of it being distributed to the security force soldiers.
"Very nice . . . I can see why you're so anxious to get him back." The General smirked.
"That really is none of your business," Skinner snarled.
"Is there anything else you need?" The General made a mental note to meet this Special Agent when they apprehended him. He would make Fox Mulder his business.
"Yes, I would like to see Dana Scully."
"Of course, I'll have her brought up to the visitor's area on sub-level four. You can take the elevator down and see the guard at the reception desk."
"Thank you, General Pierce." Skinner shook his hand and headed back to the elevator, which he took down to sub-level four. He was then escorted to a small, but comfortable, private lounge with a sofa, table, and chairs. He waited nervously for Dana Scully; he hadn't seen her in over eight months.
It had been only nine months since they started rounding up all the surviving females and sending them to this facility. Three thousand, five hundred, and twenty-two women from North America that had survived. Other continents had set up their own facilities for their female survivors. He didn't know the exact number of women that were left alive worldwide; it had become a tightly guarded secret.
After about a half-hour the door opened and Dana Scully was escorted in. She had taken the time to dress in a suit and looked extremely pale and stressed. She smiled when she saw Skinner. "Sir, please tell me you've come to get me out of here?"
"Umm . . . sorry, Agent Scully, I don't have the authority. How have you been? Are you being treated okay?" He realized they were both standing uncomfortably. "Scully . . . Dana, please have a seat."
"Thank you," she said, sitting on the sofa. "I'm fine. They treat us like pampered lab rats and I want out -- I feel like a prisoner. Isn't there anything you could do to get me out of here? Sir, please . . . help me."
"I'm really sorry, Dana, but there is nothing I can do." Skinner stared sadly at her; they had had this same conversation before she was sent here.
"Sir, then why are you here?" she glared at him angrily; he still was not even going to attempt to help her.
"It's about Mulder. Alex Krycek . . . has taken him and we expect them to try to contact you."
"Krycek? Is Mulder okay, sir? What the hell is going on?" Scully had been deeply concerned for her partner's welfare; she hadn't seen him in months, since before he had contracted the virus. She had only heard of its effects on him.
"Fox is fine, Dana. It's a long story, but I need to talk some sense into him. Krycek has convinced him that I was deeply involved with the consortium -- which is slightly true, but I haven't had anything to do with them since they abducted you. I need to explain my side to Fox and convince him to return to me."
"Return to you . . . what do you mean?" Scully went pale, she felt as if someone had sucked all the oxygen from the room. Skinner confession that he was involved with the consortium didn't surprise her, she'd always suspected that he was partially involved with them when he first became their boss.
"Didn't Fox tell you . . . about us?" Skinner looked nervous, he felt himself starting to sweat and his calm exterior showed signs of cracking.
"No, he *didn't* tell me, why don't you." She ground out through clenched teeth.
"Ah, Fox and I are lovers. He has been living with me for over a month."
"You didn't waste any time . . . did you, sir?" she snarled. "No wonder you won't do anything to help me get out of here. You're afraid I'll come between you and Mulder. Aren't you!"
"Scully, I love Fox more than anything else in my life, and he loves me, too. I will admit that I had been jealous of your relationship with Fox, but that was in the past -- not now. I respect and admire you, Dana, and if there was anything I could do to get you out of here, I would. You have to believe that."
"I don't know what to believe anymore, sir. Do you really think Mulder will be able to get pass the security to see me?" Scully couldn't help the little bit of hope that crept into her voice.
"If he were alone, no, but he's with Krycek and that rat-bastard has contracted the sorcerer strain of the virus and has become quite competent with his new powers. If it weren't for that sneaky rat-bastard, Fox never would have left me."
"Are Mulder and Krycek lovers?" Scully raised a delicate eyebrow daring him to answer.
"I . . . I don't know." Skinner felt his eyes watering, damn her, she knows just the right buttons to push.
"Interesting picture . . . the two of them entwined in each other's embrace." Scully was enjoying baiting Skinner, knowing she was only doing it out of envy. Skinner had his freedom and a life with her partner, while she was locked away -- like a common criminal.
"Scully, please, if you see Fox . . . just tell him to contact me. I need to talk to him . . . tell him that I'm sorry and I love him." Skinner stared sadly as he got up to leave, he did not know if she would do as he asked.
He looked back at her from the doorway and gave her a weak smile and quickly headed for the elevator.
***
Holiday Inn
Hays, Kansas
Monday, December 21
8:00 p.m."Mm, we should fight more often, making up is so nice," Krycek murmured. He lay comfortably in Mulder's embrace, resting his head on the agent's shoulder as his hand slowly caressed Mulder's flat stomach.
"Oh, you think so. What if I hadn't been so willing to forgive you?" Mulder kissed the top of Krycek's head hugging him closer.
"You did, so it's not an issue."
"Yeah, you're right. Alex, we'll make it to Boulder tomorrow afternoon, we should start planning how to get me in to see Scully."
"I have an idea, Fox, but please, just hear me out first. Skinner might have already figured out that you would try to contact Scully, so it won't be safe for you to go any where near Boulder." Krycek was worried about Skinner and he didn't want Mulder within mental range of the A.D. He knew Skinner would instantly sense Mulder's presence and attempt to communicate with him.
"So what are you suggesting, Alex?"
"I think I should go to Boulder alone and bring Scully back to you. We'll find a secure hotel with room service for you to hold up in while I retrieve her. Then you can have your chat and I'll return her to the research center." Krycek looked expectantly up at him, knowing Mulder was likely to protest being left behind.
"I like that idea, Alex. It would be easier for you to sneak in using your powers. But how will you convince Scully to leave with you or bring her back here without attracting attention?"
"She'll leave with me and no one but us will know she's a woman. I won't even have to use my power to hide the fact. I'll stop at a costume store in Denver and pick up a fake mustache. I'll also get her some loose fitting clothes along with some musk cologne, she'll look and smell like a man."
"Damn, Alex, you're devious. Did they teach you that in spy school?"
"Along with a few other things." He rose and kissed Mulder on the lips. "There's an Italian restaurant in this hotel, how about we call room service and order a large pizza with everything on it?"
"That's sounds really good, order it with extra cheese, and don't forget the beer."
Krycek walked over to the telephone picking it up he called room service and placed their order. He was happy that Fox went along with his idea. Now his only concern was leaving his lover alone while he went to retrieve Scully.
***
The Mountain View Inn
Boulder, Colorado
Monday, December 21
8:30 p.m.Skinner and Frohike sat in the lounge sipping cocktails and reviewing the events of the day. Skinner was growing to like the little man; although he was a bit weird, he was a good listener.
"You were right, Frohike, Scully was very bitter about being locked up at the Research Institute. Fox never told her that we were lovers. She . . . seemed to resent my relationship with Fox."
"They were partners for over six years, but they never shared much of their personal lives with each other. So, it doesn't surprise me that Mulder wouldn't have mentioned his relationship with you when talking to her."
"I didn't know that. I always assumed they were best friends. By the way, how do you know all of this?"
"Mulder tended to talk a lot after a few beers. He and Scully are still best friends and would lay down their lives for each other. Still, neither one felt comfortable allowing anyone to get too close, not even, each other. It surprises me that you were able to get as close to Mulder as you did."
"It surprised me, too. He told me that he was incapable of loving anyone, that he had been hurt and betrayed too many times." Skinner took a sip from his glass, remembering the sadness in Mulder's face when he shared that part of himself. Now Fox thought that he also had betrayed him. Damn, he needed to find his lover and convince him that he really did love him.
"Don't worry, we'll find Mulder and convince him that you never betrayed him."
"Did you just read my mind?"
"Oops, sorry." Frohike sunk down in his seat. His secret was out and he looked nervously at the other man.
"Don't worry, Frohike, I'm not going to tell anyone. Now I know why I haven't been able to read your thoughts."
"Yeah, us clairvoyants are much better at mind reading than you sorcerers. You know you really should continue to practice, you will never be able to get Mulder away from Krycek unless you can defeat him."
"Fox had been helping me practice and I was starting to become pretty good."
"I can help you if you want me to."
"Thanks, Frohike, I could use the help."
***
Interstate 70
Tuesday, December 22
1:00 p.m.Mulder waited nervously in the van for Krycek who was in the store buying items of clothing for Scully's disguise. The streets of Denver were busy with traffic and pedestrians kept walking by the van glancing in. He stayed out of sight in the back, but was worried that his presence might be felt or sniffed out by the large number of mutants living in Denver.
He gave a sigh of relief when Krycek finally returned with his purchases. Krycek tossed the bags back to Mulder and got behind the wheel, pulling out of the parking space.
"We'll find a hotel in Denver and get you settled in. Then I'll head out to Boulder and start scouting out the area."
"Alex, what about curfew? This van is going to stick out like a sore thumb," Mulder asked from the back of the van, he was waiting for Krycek to get back on the road.
"Don't worry about it, I'm not taking the van. I plan to drive a humvee, and stealing one won't be at all difficult . . . there's a small military armory between Denver and Boulder. By tomorrow evening I should be back with Scully."
"Okay, Fox, it's safe -- you can come up front now."
"Thanks." Mulder kissed him on the cheek as he sat down next to him.
Krycek spotted the sign for the hotel he was looking for. He wanted to keep Fox at least thirty miles from Boulder. Krycek knew that with his powers he could pick up Mulder's presence in a ten mile radius and mind-link with him. He had heard of one man with the sorcerer mutation that could use the mind-link up to a twenty mile radius. Krycek didn't want to chance having Fox too close to Boulder, just in case Skinner had the ability to mind-link closer to the twenty mile radius. He felt safe leaving Fox thirty miles away, in the middle of Denver. Skinner wouldn't be able to find him here.
He pulled into a near empty parking lot and scanned the security features at the hotel. He sighed with relief; he felt it would be safe enough to leave his lover alone here for a day or two. He didn't like having to leave Mulder at all. He never wanted to have his beautiful lover out of his sight for even a moment.
"C'mon, let's check into this place. I want to make love to you before I leave for Boulder. I won't get another chance for at least a couple of days," Krycek murmured sadly.
Mulder smiled at him and kissed him tenderly on the lips. "Okay, but I want you to make me feel it for at least a couple of days."
"Oh, I will happily oblige, my love. Hey, I just realized when I get back you're going to be totally healed back there."
"What's your point, Alex?"
"I never made it with a virgin before." He leered at Mulder reaching out and patting him on the butt.
"Stop it, Alex. God, you're making me hot, let's hurry and check in."
Krycek concealed their identities again and they hurried up to another luxury suite. Krycek had intentionally found the most expensive hotel in Denver; he wanted Mulder to be comfortable as well as safe.
Mulder looked around the suite. "This is better than the suite we stayed at in St. Louis it's too bad you have to leave."
"We have a few hours and I plan on making them count." He walked up behind Mulder and wrapped his arms around the agent's slim waist, resting his chin on his shoulder he licked Mulder's ear. He pushed his still covered erection against the agent's ass, rubbing it up and down as his hands pulled the black T-shirt free from Mulder's pants. Krycek then ran his hands under the T-shirt caressing his lover's chest and pinching his nipples.
Mulder leaned back into Krycek's embrace and allowed the younger man to pleasure him. He had learned over the past few days that Krycek was very skilled with his hands and mouth.
Mulder pushed his ass back against Krycek's erection making the younger man moan and hug him tighter. Krycek reached for the zipper on the agent's tight black jeans and pulled it down. "Have I ever mentioned how sexy you look dressed all in black?"
"No, but since we're having this discussion the feeling is mutual. I especially loved your old black leather jacket. Do you still have it?"
"Yeah, but its back in Russia. Come home with me, Fox." Krycek pulled the agent's T-shirt over his head, dropping it on a chair, and followed that with the hip-holster. Mulder had toed off his shoes and started wiggling out of his tight jeans.
"Okay . . . Alex . . . I'll go back to Russia with you, but only for a little while. I'll have to get a leave-of-absence from work and pick up a supply of my medication from Dr. Harris. Oh shit! Don't stop!" Krycek had managed to get Mulder out of his clothes and was tormenting his nipples.
Krycek stopped when it finally sunk in that Mulder had agreed to go back to Russia with him. He stood up straight and took his lover's naked body into his arms, hugging him tightly and kissing him passionately.
"Fox, you'll love St. Petersburg! Just wait until you see our new home. I know you are going to be happy there . . . I'll see to it," he gushed excitedly.
"Alex, remember, I'm only agreeing to go with you for a month. I really can't afford to take any more time than that off of work. I'm probably already in deep shit with my superiors for taking off and not calling in." Mulder started undressing Krycek who was so excited about him agreeing to go to Russia that he wouldn't stop hugging and kissing him, and he seemed to have forgotten their current purpose for being here.
"I doubt that, Skinner's convinced them that I've abducted you. Okay, I'll settle for a month then we'll find a home for us in D.C., but I want you to arrange to spend your summers in St. Petersburg."
"Slow down, Alex. Let's take it one step at a time. Step one, getting you to use that talented mouth of yours for something other than talking." Mulder kissed him passionately, exploring Krycek's mouth with his tongue and savoring the sweet taste of honey on his lover's lips.
"Mm, c'mon, lover, let's move this to the bedroom." Mulder started to back them toward the large bedroom in the suite.
"Fox, have I mentioned lately how much I love you?"
"Yes, several times. But, I don't believe you, so you better keep on trying to convince me."
Krycek smacked Mulder on the butt. "Brat. I would never lie to you, so you better start believing me. I love you more than anyone on this planet." The younger man caressed the agent's ass and kissed him.
Mulder laughed softly into Krycek's mouth. "Do you mean to tell me that there's someone on another planet you have greater feelings for?"
Krycek shoved Mulder down onto the bed; he climbed on top of him and held him down. "You really are a brat. What can I do to convince you that you are the only love of my life?"
"Keep doing what you're doing . . . it's a nice start." The agent grinned up at him mischievously
"God, you are so easy."
"Ha, look who's talking," Mulder exclaimed, pulling Krycek down on top of him and reclaiming his mouth.
Krycek moaned when Mulder's hands moved down his waist and squeezed his buttocks. "Are you calling me a slut, Fox?"
"I don't know, it depends, just how many lovers have you had?" Mulder eased his hand between Krycek's ass cheeks and stroked his opening.
"Lovers . . . just one, my love." Krycek kissed him. "Now, if you'd asked how many sexual partners I've had -- I have absolutely no idea."
Mulder flipped Krycek over so that he was now lying underneath him. "Can you get me the lube, Alex?"
"Sure, what do you have in mind?" Krycek concentrated and the tube floated in from the other room.
"You'll see." Mulder bent down and bit Krycek's nipple as he grabbed the tube out of the air where it floated.
Mulder opened the tube and squirted some of the lubricant into his hand and coated Krycek's hard cock with it. He turned around so his back was facing the younger man and grabbed Krycek's cock positioning it against his anus. Mulder eased his body down on it until the head popped in pass the tight ring of muscles. He held still against the brief burning pain, until his muscles relaxed then started allowing more of his lover's cock to slide into his body.
Krycek hissed at the intense pleasure he felt as the sensitive head of his cock slid into the beautiful body of his lover. He closed his eyes briefly then re-opened them to stare with wonder at the sight of his cock sliding into Mulder's body. He raised his hands and grabbed Mulder's hips to steady him and enjoyed the intimate contact.
Krycek watched as Mulder eased back up and his organ slid partially out of the agent's ass. Then Mulder slid back down impaling himself again; he started to set a steady rhythm up and down.
Mulder watched himself in the dresser mirror as he rode up and down on Krycek's cock. He could see his lover's sweat soaked and totally aroused face behind him through the mirror and knew he was driving the younger man wild. He grasped his own swollen cock with his hand and started jacking himself off -- he was so close.
Each time he impaled himself all the way on his lover's cock he could feel the tightening of his lover's balls against his ass. Twisting and wiggling his hips he forced a shriek of sheer pleasure from Krycek and almost pushed himself over the edge as he felt the younger man's cock brush his prostate.
Mulder quickly increased the speed and length of his rocking up and down on the younger man's hard cock. He felt himself coming, squirting milky come through his stroking hand, his anal muscles tightened and clamped around Krycek's cock forcing him over the edge as well. After what seemed like forever, both men were totally spent, Mulder lifted up and allowed the softening penis to slip wetly from his body.
The agent lay down next to Krycek and wrapped his body around the younger man's. They both lay happy and sated in each other's arms not wanting the delicious contact to end. Finally after two hours of just gently hugging, petting, and caressing, Krycek knew it was time for him to go and reluctantly pulled away.
"Fox, promise me that you'll be extremely careful while I'm gone. I don't like the thought of leaving you all by yourself."
"Don't worry about me, Alex, I'll be careful. What could possibly happen in a luxury hotel? You're the one who needs to be careful, sneaking into the most heavily guarded installation in the country is not going to be easy."
"My love, you always seem to attract trouble and I intend to continue worrying about you until you are safely back in my arms."
Mulder smiled softly up at him. It was starting to amaze him just how much Krycek loved him, he was only sorry that he was unable to love him back. Maybe, over time, his heart would heal enough so that he would be able to love again.
***
Northridge Research Compound
Boulder, Colorado
Wednesday, December 23
1:00 a.m.Krycek had been sitting outside the high-voltage electric fence that surrounded the research center for hours and had finally made mental contact with Dana Scully. He was sitting inside of the humvee he had stolen from a local armory. He planned on driving it onto the institute grounds first thing in the morning to collect Scully so he could head back to his lover.
*Krycek? What have you done with Mulder?*
*Mulder's fine, Scully, he's why I'm here. He needs you. Would you be willing to leave with me in the morning? I promise that I will bring you safely back here later in the day.*
*Krycek, I'll leave with you, but *only* if you don't bring me back here, I want to go with you and Mulder.*
*Scully, what about the way you feel about me . . . we haven't particularly gotten along over the years. Will you be able to control your hatred of me?*
*Krycek, I don't hate you. Mulder explained everything he found out about you. I know you were really working for a secret organization in the United Nations that had been trying to uncover the conspiracy. I don't hold you responsible for my sister's death, you didn't know Louis Cardinal was going to shoot until it was too late. It was you who called the police immediately after the shooting.*
*Fox told you all about that?*
*Yes, he told me everything he found out and that you didn't kill his father. He never did find out who actually did.*
*He knows now, Scully.*
*What do you mean?*
*Walter Skinner murdered Bill Mulder. Skinner admitted it in front of Mulder.*
*Skinner . . . that bastard! Fuck! I knew he couldn't be trusted. I tried to warn Mulder on more than one occasion. But for some reason Mulder was too blinded by him to see that there could be anything dirty about Assistant Director Walter Skinner.*
*Skinner was very good at wrapping Fox around his little finger. You can't blame Fox for trusting him, he wanted someone to trust so badly and Skinner took advantage of that fact.*
Krycek eased himself into a comfortable position in the humvee, he knew that it was going to be a long night. He smiled, Dana Scully had become open to extreme possibilities and Krycek was going to enjoy wrapping her around his little finger. He knew by the time he got her out of the institute later this morning, she would totally despise Skinner. Scully would be more than willing to help him keep Mulder away from the older man -- for Mulder's own good.
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The Mountain View Inn
Boulder, Colorado
Wednesday, December 23
1:30 a.m.Walter Skinner had finished taking a long, hot shower and reluctantly climbed into the large, empty bed for another anguished filled night. He was finding it impossible to sleep without the soft, warm, beautiful body of Fox lying next him. He dreaded closing his eyes because each time he did he saw Mulder's hurt filled eyes staring back into his. He could not face the pain he had caused his lover. Why hadn't he had the courage to confess his past to Fox and beg his forgiveness? If he could only do it all over again, he would confess everything to his lover.
Thirty miles away, Fox Mulder had also finished taking a long, hot shower. With Krycek gone, he was having a hard time keeping his mind off Walter Skinner. He realized he had been using Krycek as a crutch and sex as a means to block out the pain and emptiness he was feeling. Now, he was all alone without any distractions, he looked over at the king-sized bed with disdain.
Mulder walked over to the bed and grabbed a pillow and the large comforter off it, taking them out to the living room of the large suite; he flipped on the television, and threw the pillow and comforter on the large sofa and lay down. It wasn't long before the sound of the television lulled him to sleep.
Several hours later, Walter Skinner turned fitfully in his sleep. He was having a very erotic dream about Fox. He felt Mulder's warm smooth skin against his and desire and passion burned within him as he reached out for his lover. He turned Mulder onto his back and claimed his sexy lips in a passion filled kiss, thrusting his tongue in Mulder's wet, delicious mouth. Skinner ran his hands through the younger man's thick, silky hair as he pressed his naked body over Mulder's warm length, deepening the kiss. He wanted to project through the kiss just how important Mulder was to him and how much he loved him.
Thirty miles away, Fox Mulder felt himself having one of the most realistic dreams in his life. He lay on his back underneath Skinner who was naked and passionately kissing him. His ex-lover was running his fingers through his hair tilting his head back to deepen the kiss. He couldn't remember ever being kissed with such passion and love, through that kiss he felt Skinner's love for him. Mulder felt himself getting hard with arousal and all thoughts slipped from his mind as desire took precedence over past betrayals.
Walter Skinner shifted his weight, he thought it was strange that they were lying on a large sofa in his dream. He felt Mulder's arousal pressing into his hip so he reached down and slid a hand under the silk boxers his lover had on and grasped Mulder's cock and started stroking him. Mulder moaned into his mouth as Skinner quickly peeled the silk boxers from his lover's body, sliding down, he took Mulder's cock into his mouth.
Mulder felt Skinner's weight pressing him down while the older man's hand grasped and stroked his erection, he moaned loudly in his sleep. He shifted his legs apart to allow his lover better access. Mulder felt his boxers being removed and Skinner settling between his legs taking his erection into his mouth.
Skinner licked the velvet head of Mulder's penis, savoring his sweet, salty taste . . . he could never get enough of his lover's flavor. He plunged down and took as much of Mulder's thick, long cock into his mouth as he could. Then he pulled back raking his teeth along the younger man's hard length. He caressed Mulder's scrotum, squeezing it gently as he blew and sucked on his cock. Mulder was bucking and moaning loudly underneath him and thrusting into his mouth which Skinner welcomed. He wanted Mulder's pleasure more than anything else in his life.
Mulder felt the hot mouth on his erection and lost control of his body as he started to thrust into its warmth. He came hard as semen erupted out of him and into Skinner's mouth. He could feel the older man swallowing and continuing to suck until he was completely spent. His body sank deeper into sleep -- sated.
Skinner moaned in his bed as he rolled over in his sleep. In his dream, he had just pleasured Fox and he felt his own hard erection needing some release as he knelt between Mulder's legs. Reaching down he ran his hand beneath his lover ass and stroked his puckered opening. He brought his hand up to his mouth and spit into it, using the spit as lubricant he inserted a finger into the younger man and proceeded to prepare him.
Mulder felt the pressure of Skinner's finger entering him. Damn, this dream was too fucking realistic, he thought as he pushed back against the finger.
Skinner inserted another finger scissoring in and out until he felt that Mulder was suitably prepared. He spit again into his hand and coated his thick cock then he placed both of Mulder's long legs over his shoulder, putting his cock against his tight opening he pushed in. Mulder arched up pushing back taking more of Skinner's cock into his body, welcoming the feel of the older man deeply inside of him.
Sweat glistened off the bodies of the two deeply sleeping men as their breathing increased. Back in Skinner's dream, he was pumping in and out of Mulder's hot, silky body. Feeling his lover's rectal muscles clamping down on him, Skinner knew he wasn't going to last long. It had been too many long days since he had last made love to the young man lying beneath him, the man who meant everything in the world to him.
Mulder felt the hot spurts of Skinner's orgasm shooting into him, it felt like he came, and came, endlessly. When Skinner finally withdrew and allowed his long legs to settle back down on the sofa, he felt the semen running out of him and down his legs.
Fox Mulder startled awake, glancing around he was completely alone, but something didn't feel right to him. He gingerly untangled himself from the comforter and winced slightly. By the light from the television, he glanced down at his legs staring in shock at the white semen that covered his thighs. He realized that he was no longer wearing the silk boxers he had put on before going to sleep on the sofa.
He quickly rose off the sofa and rushed into the bathroom, turning on the light he squinted against the harsh glare. Turning around so he could see his ass in the mirror, he confirmed that he had just had anal sex. Mulder grabbed a washcloth and with shaking hands started to clean the semen off his ivory skin.
When done, he collapsed onto the floor. Curling up into a tight ball, he started to cry and shake uncontrollably.
Skinner was totally sated and had drifted into a deep restful sleep, not aware of what had truly transpired until he heard the anguished sobs of his lover in his mind. He jerked instantly awake and sat upright in bed, the sounds of crying were still in his head.
*Fox!* He called out mentally to his lover.
Mulder snapped out of his misery when he heard Walter Skinner's voice in his head. *How dare you! You *fucking* bastard! Haven't you taken enough from me already?* Mulder shot madly back at his former lover and betrayer.
Skinner read his lover's thoughts, and learned what had really transpired. *Damn, Fox, I'm sorry . . . I thought it was only a dream. If I had known . . . I would never have touched you without your permission.*
*Well now you know! Please, just leave me alone.*
*No, Fox. I need to talk to you and explain my side of the story. You need to hear the truth.*
*You had your chance . . . I don't want to hear the lies you have made up since then.*
*Fox, please. I promise that I won't lie to you. If you won't listen to me, would you listen to your friend Frohike?*
Mulder had gotten up off the floor and had wandered into the other room to dress. There was no way he was going to sleep again tonight, besides it was already 6:00 a.m. *Frohike? Is he there with you?*
*Yes, he wanted to come along. Frohike and the other gunmen are worried about you.*
*Okay, I'll listen to Frohike, but I want him to come alone.* Mulder's hands were shaking as he tried several times to lace up his hiking boots before succeeding.
*Fox, please.* Skinner was surprised, he was starting to physically see through Mulder's eyes. He watched with sadness as his lover's shaking hands tried lacing his boots. He had been the cause of Mulder's anxiety.
*No, alone.*
At a loud crash behind him, Mulder glanced back just as Colonel Henderson broke down the door. "Shit!" he scrambled quickly toward where his gun lay, but he wasn't fast enough as he felt the muscular arm wrap around his slim waist and pull him up against the n'thral's massive chest.
"Miss me, babe?"
"No . . . not particularly." Mulder gagged at the rancid breath and winced as the n'thral ran a gentle caressing hand down his body.
Skinner stood frozen in terror in his hotel room. He quickly forced himself to move. Mulder needed him, and he had to get to him fast because he wasn't sure how long or far he'd be able to keep the connection between them.
*Fox, tell me where are you!*
*Denver. Walter, please . . . hurry!*
Henderson leaned down and purred into Mulder's ear. "Don't worry, babe, I'm here to save you from that evil sorcerer. Where is he? I want to rip his arms and legs off his body." He hugged Mulder against his body and kissed the top of the agent's head.
"He . . . left me." Mulder's voice quivered.
"No, I don't believe that . . . no one would ever leave you. Doesn't matter, he'll show up eventually, and when he does I'll be ready for him." Henderson let go of Mulder and walked over grabbing the agent's black leather jacket he tossed it to him.
"Babe, put that on -- we're leaving."
Mulder tried to judge the distance between the doorway and the giant. If he could make it outside, he just might be able to elude him until Skinner arrived. When the colonel turned his back on him to grab Mulder's suitcases, he took his chance and dashed through the broken doorway . . . only to trip over a body in the hotel's hallway. Looking up briefly, he noticed another dead body before the n'thral lifted him back onto his feet.
"I know you're in a hurry to leave with me, but you have to be more careful. I wouldn't want you injuring yourself." He put his arm around the agent's shoulders and walked him out to the humvee.
Mulder felt his stomach knot at the massacre in the hotel's lobby. The n'thral bastard had killed everyone in sight.
Colonel Henderson threw Mulder's suitcases into the backseat and forced the agent to get in the front seat with him. He wrapped one large protective arm around the agent holding him pressed against his body as he started the humvee and drove away.
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