Life from the Ashes Book 3 - SBS
by Jo B.
purplefox@usfamily.netNC-17
Disclaimer: The X-Files characters Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, Alex Krycek, Walter Skinner, Jeffrey Spender, CSM, the Lone Gunmen, Kimberly Cook, Senator Matheson, Bill Scully, the morph etc. are the property Chris Carter, 1013 productions and Fox Broadcasting. All other characters in the series are mine.
Summary: This is an Alternative Universe Story. It takes place after an alien virus has killed off most of the world's females and caused mutations in forty-five percent of the remaining males.
Authors Notes: This is the third book in my AU series "Life from the Ashes - SBS." You might want to read the prequel and the first two books of the series to understand this one.
I would like to thank my beta-readers Laurie, Cerulean Blue, Kiyoko, Nicole, and Susan for all their hard work and patience in editing this story and plot suggestions.
Feedback is always welcome. Any constructive suggestions are appreciated.
WARNING! This story contains explicit Sex/Romance between two or more men. Turn back now, if the subject matter offends you.
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Chapter 17
The Crystal PalaceMartha's Vineyard
Crystal Palace
Thursday, April 27
4:30 p.m.Mulder was overwhelmed as he stared out the helicopter's window at the immense structure rising above the island. It was the size of many, many city blocks and sparkled like a thousand stars. To say it was beautiful would have diminished it somehow. It was like nothing he had ever seen before, the palace appeared to be made almost entirely out of crystals and white marble. Lead crystal prisms made up the tops of the turrets fracturing the light casting rainbows from one turret over to another a mile away. It was like a picture from some fairytale book. Mulder's hand tightened around Alex's as he leaned over the seat for a better view.
"It's magnificent, Clay," King Walter said in awe.
The General chuckled with delight. "You should see how overjoyed your architects were by the project. It was as if we granted their greatest wish to them, and the resources and men to achieve it. Wait 'til you see the interior," he said proudly.
"General, aren't you concerned that those crystals will start fires all over the island?" Krycek asked.
"No. They were designed so the light is retained within the walls, which is then converted to energy that will be used to heat and light the palace and the surrounding villages."
Mulder noticed suddenly that the island's towns and estates had been demolished and were being replaced with new villages that were offshoots of the massive palace in appearance. He was saddened when he realized that his childhood home was gone along with the neighborhood his father had lived in before his death. The walls surrounding the outer perimeter around the palace had guard towers every half-mile around its circumference. The palace itself appeared to be only half complete. It was in the shape of a hexagon with six turrets and was seven-stories, in the center was a twenty-six story tower. An immense glass covered garden stood between the seven-story hexagon and the center tower, he thought he caught a glimpse of several swimming pools inside the glassed-in center area. However the center tower blocked most of his view of it.
The helicopters set down inside the perimeter walls. Hundreds of men waited at attention outside the main entrance. "Your personal security team along with the palace's staff. They have already moved into the servant's quarters on the third, fourth, and fifth floors of the tower, and your advisors, assistants, and their families are moving into the new villages around the island as they are completed," General Kline said.
An excited murmured ran through the waiting staff as each of the immortals departed from the helicopters. Alex, Fox, and Shinji captured the men's attention the most as each was holding their daughters.
Mulder held Hope as he looked down the length of the hexagon shaped palace and realized from where he stood he could not see an end to it. He had no idea what his lover had planned for putting in that amount of space. The section they were standing in front of had two golden doors that opened into the palace's main foyer. The doors were over two stories in height and the foyer was the size of two football fields, it led from the outer hexagon directly to the large center tower. The tower had several glass-enclosed elevators around its perimeter. Mulder looked up through the glass ceiling at the crystal tower as he followed General Kline across the foyer and into the circular throne room directly underneath the tower. The throne room was large enough to easily hold a several thousand men. A crest marked the center of the floor. Mulder bit back a moan as he studied the crest. A fierce bear was in the center; on either side of the bear were a fox and a cat, surrounded by a litter of young. He glared over at Walter, but his lover pretended to be looking elsewhere.
Hope suddenly wanted down, she had spotted a fifty-foot manmade waterfall that emptied into a medium sized pond at the south end of the foyer. Mulder let her down and followed her out of the throne room and over to it. Inside the pond small fish swam around, and a Japanese style bridge crossed over it to a large solarium and indoor garden on the other side.
"Fish, daddee," Hope squealed with delight, pointing at the shapes darting around. She tried to climb into to the pond, but Mulder scooped her back up.
"Oh no you don't, princess," Mulder said.
"Baby take bath," she pouted.
"Baby, takes baths in bathtubs not in a fish ponds," he smiled, kissing and hugging her against his chest.
Scully came up to him smiling. "Mulder, you are not going to be able to keep any of the kids from going in that pond at some point."
"Neither are you," Mulder laughed, looking at her round belly. Scully was already twice the size of the pregnant immortals.
Skinner came over to them and wrapped his arms around Fox and their daughter. "Do I sense a problem, Fox?"
"This place isn't exactly child proofed, Walter," Mulder said, glancing up the twenty-six stories and at the wrap-around balconies. "I do not like the idea of our children drowning or taking a twenty story plunge."
"There is no way for them to get hurt falling even from the top floor. The whole center column going up has an antigravity field surrounding it; they will just slowly descend to the shatterproof glass ceiling where we'll collect them. As for the pond. Guards will be stationed inside and outside the foyer twenty-four hours a day, no way can they get into the pond without someone seeing them," Skinner assured.
"Guards," Mulder sighed, some home this was going to be, he thought staring up at the cut-crystal walls and shimmering white marble floors, it was beautiful, but it was also cold and impersonal. "Where's our bedroom, and there'd better not be a guard stationed outside its door?"
"Don't worry, Fox," Skinner said chuckling. "We have the whole twenty-six floor of the main tower to ourselves. Our friends are in the floors below ours. Dana and her family are on the fifteenth floor with Kim and Tony, Doctor Pendrell, Tristan Woods, and a few of my Generals and their families."
Mulder beamed, this was news to him. "Really? Dana, that's great. I won't have to get an escort to visit you now."
"We couldn't resist moving here when Walter offered us the chance," Charles Scully said, coming to stand beside his sister. "With Trevor showing signs of having the sorcerer mutation, we thought it would be a good idea to have him around others who could guide him through the change, and train him how to use his new powers."
"I didn't know that about Trevor," Mulder said, smiling as he looked across the foyer to where Trevor was talking excitedly to his brother Randy and Cousin Scott. "That is good news, I'm sure Walter and the others would be happy to train him."
Krycek strolled over with Faith riding in a carrier on his back. "Walter, this place is awesome. Let's go up and see our rooms. Shinji was telling me that you've included personal offices for Fox and myself," he beamed, like a kid with a new bike on Christmas.
"Which floor is Shinji on?" Mulder asked, looking back up and estimating how much living space would be on each floor from the circumference of the tower. He approximated at least a hundred thousand square feet.
"Shinji and his family is on the twenty-fifth floor, Hans, Gabriel, and Melvin are on the twenty-fourth floor, Justin, Joe, and Pyetr are on the twenty-third floor. Sung Lee and Luis Marquez are moving here from San Francisco they will be on the twenty-second floor. Byers and Langly have moved their offices and apartments into turret number three, along with that researcher friend of yours Chuck," Skinner said.
Mulder was touched that Walter had allowed his friends to move to the island. It didn't occur to him that his lover might have had ulterior motives. In that the more people who Mulder frequented with that lived here, the less likely it would be that Mulder would need to leave the island.
They climbed on the elevator and Skinner held open the door as he shouted over to Spender. "Hey, Jeff! Shake a leg, we're going up to see our new home."
Spender broke off his conversation with Bill Scully and dashed over to the elevator. He had been surprised when Skinner had informed him that he'd be staying on the twenty-sixth floor with them, including him in with their family. He reached over and took his niece from Mulder, holding Hope so she could see out the window of the elevator.
Skinner used the built-in security device on the elevator. "Arty, the twenty-six floor," he said while placing his eye against a retina scanner and thumb into another scanner. A sultry computerized male voice sounded from a built in speaker. "Good afternoon, your majesty, enjoy the view while I take you and your guests up to your floor."
Skinner smirked over at the three men. "Thank you, Arty. The elevator has been programmed to recognize all of your voices in conjunction with your retinas and thumb print, it also has a video camera for visual identification. If any of those do not match the elevator will not go past the fifteenth floor and the palace's security will be notified."
"Walter, who was the man that just spoke?"
"Arty is the building's artificial intelligence computer system," Skinner said.
Mulder frowned, he did not like the sound of that. The last run in he had with an AI computer system had cost the life of his former partner Jerry Lamana, and it almost killed Scully. Mulder gazed out over the landscape as the elevator rose to their floor. He pursed his lips thoughtfully together as he stared across the ocean, thinking about his work as a FBI agent and the small freedom it brought him. "Walter, we need to make arrangements for me to get to the mainland each day for work."
Krycek looked at Mulder as if he had lost his mind. Skinner had been prepared for the possibility that Mulder would not want to quit his job at the FBI, even though Skinner was now King and wouldn't be able to accompany him to the FBI each day.
Krycek spoke up first. "Fox, you can't work off the island with no one to watch out for you! Especially after someone tried to kill you! I forbid it!"
"Alex, you really don't have a say in my continuing to work. This decision is solely between Walter and I. You gave up all rights to any input regarding some aspects of my life when you took Slava as a lover," Mulder said bitterly.
"Fox, that isn't fair! We're married. You are my husband, and I demand an equal say in your life!" Krycek snapped.
"Only if you give up Slava. Alex, you can't have it both ways. I've stepped back and allowed you to take him as a lover, giving up a significant portion of our life together just so you can be with him. Now I expect the same consideration from you. Step away. This part of my life no longer belongs to you, our marriage ends at the bedroom door," Mulder said his voice broached no room for arguments.
Skinner stood there just relishing the guilt, anger, and remorse on Alex's too beautiful face. He wanted to let Alex stew thinking that Fox would be in danger while Alex was cuddling up in Slava's bed. However, Skinner finally answered Mulder's question. "Fox, I'm having the FBI headquarters moved to the far end of the palace. One section of the hexagon alone is five times the amount of space of the former Hoover building."
The startled look on Mulder's face was priceless. "Bear, I'm beginning to see a pattern here. Have you moved my barber onto the island, too?"
//Bear?// Skinner thought, then remembered the emblem in the throne room, he looked disapprovingly at Mulder who smiled back at him saucily. "Yes, now that you mentioned it, and your favorite Chinese restaurant and pizza parlor. Oh, and Mike's pub is moving into the village," Skinner grinned. He loved being one up on Mulder for a change.
Krycek only partly heard what Walter said. He was wallowing in his own misery over Fox excluding him from a large portion of his life. Alex was starting to have doubts for the first time about his decision to go to Slava. What was the greater heartache? Not seeing Slava again or Fox's rejection? He sighed, Fox's rejection he concluded without any hesitation.
They stepped out of the elevator into a beautiful large anteroom complete with a cascading water fountain. The floor was a warm maple with an expensive area rug. Double doors opened into their new home. Mulder gasped at how beautiful and warm it felt, unlike the cold marble and crystal of the downstairs foyer. Everything in the upstairs apartment was warm woods, rich fabrics, and earthy colors in the paints and wall coverings.
Skinner showed them around proudly. Their new bedroom was twice the size of their old room with a large round bed in the center of the room, it was much bigger than a king-size bed. The nursery made the one at Foxfire Glenn look like a closet. There was room for a dozen cribs, including space for dressers, changing tables and more.
"Walter, I know you want a large family, but I was thinking one or two every few years not a dozen at once," Mulder quipped, walking around the large empty nursery, smiling at the Cinderella wallpaper.
"Better safe than sorry," Skinner muttered, he wanted to have a couple of babies each year once Alex's body developed a womb. He already had interviewed several nannies, but he hadn't told Fox or Alex yet.
Mulder wandered around looking in doors and counting rooms, he eventually gave up when he turned down another hallway and found even more doors. "Walter, just how many bedrooms do we have up here?" he asked, stepping into a large entertainment room.
"Forty."
"Forty?" Mulder mouthed.
"It might seem like a lot of bedrooms now, but in twenty to fifty years, we'll probably be glad we have the space," Skinner said amused.
Spender looked at them sadly with the knowledge that while they were going to live forever, he would be a very old man in fifty years and maybe even dead.
Skinner grabbed Mulder's and Alex's hands. "C'mon, I have one more surprise to show you," he said, dragging them in the opposite direction from where Mulder had been exploring earlier. Spender tagged behind carrying Hope and making faces at Faith who was riding in a harness on Krycek's back. Faith laughed at him and bounced excitedly. Skinner took them through several hallways until they came out into another large atrium with an elevator and two doors on the opposite side that were thirty feet apart. Each door had a brass plaque on it. One said Alex Mulder-Krycek and the other Fox Skinner-Krycek-Mulder.
"It's a good thing my first name is short," Mulder mused at the long name.
"Go ahead, open it," Skinner urged with a big grin on his face.
Krycek and Mulder entered their respective rooms simultaneously. "Wow!" they both gasped.
Skinner had followed Krycek through his door, and watched happily as Alex looked around in awe at the office furnishings. Walter had purchased only the finest from the best Russian craftsmen. The centerpiece of the room was a floor to ceiling aquarium that separated Alex's office from Fox's. An arched passageway ran through the center of the aquarium connecting the two rooms. Mulder stood in the center of the passageway that was nine feet long, three feet wide, and seven feet high, he was looking up at colorful saltwater fish that swam above his head.
"Down, Daddee," Faith whined, when she saw her sister standing in the tunnel with her Daddy Fox.
"Hold on, Cutie. Walter, can you?" Krycek asked, turning so Faith was facing him.
"Come to, Uncle Walter, Cutie," Skinner said lifting her out then setting her on the floor. She gave him a toothsome grin then waddled across the room to the aquarium, and slapped at the glass.
"Purty fish. Cutie hold, daddee," she said, pointing at a fish that came close to the glass.
"Sorry, munchkin, but you cannot hold the fish. They need to stay in the water or they will die," Mulder said softly, kneeling next to her.
"What die, daddee?"
"Alex, can you help me out here?" Mulder sighed, looking at his daughter, how does one explain death to an eleven-month old? She was already way too smart for her age.
Alex smiled and knelt beside them and picked Faith up. "Cutie, when fish die they float on the top of the water. You know like we see all the time in Daddy Fox's fish tank back home. Then Daddy Fox scoops them out and flushes them down the toilet, and we never see the fish again," Alex smirked over at Mulder who rolled his eyes and groaned.
"Thanks, Alex, that was a big help," Mulder sighed, taking their daughter into his arms. "Faith, we will discuss this when you are older."
"No fush fish," she scowled.
Mulder looked up at Walter and smiled. "Walter, thank you, the office is perfect, even with the built in corner playpen. Just how many kids are you planning for us to have in the next fifty year?"
"However many you and Alex want, babe," Skinner smiled slyly.
"Yeah, right," Mulder smirked. "Ah, did either of you remember to bring the diaper bag?" he asked after catching a whiff of Faith who was looking suddenly grumpy.
Krycek looked over at Skinner. "Walter, can you just zap a clean diaper on her?"
Skinner didn't like using his powers for anything that had to do with taking care of his daughter or niece. He wanted as much hands on with them as possible, like a normal family. Besides Fox had to suffer through the job of changing diapers the normal way, so he had forced himself to do it, too. However, this wasn't normal circumstance so he concentrated ever so slightly and replaced the soiled diaper with a fresh one.
"I think it is time we start heading back. The girls are getting tired and surly, and it's been a long day for all of us," Mulder said standing.
"We'll start moving some of our stuff this weekend. I want to be moved in before next Thursday," Skinner said leading the way back to the elevator.
***
Washington D.C.
Monday, April 30
11:30 p.m.A vagrant paused and looked up at the still figure perched on the edge of the roof of the old brick office building, his liquor soaked brain believed it to be only a stone gargoyle. He didn't even find it strange that a stone statue had a smoldering cigarette dangling from its lips.
The smoker chuckled with delight upon seeing his wayward son, leave the hospital where he was doing volunteer work in the evenings. "So, Jeffrey, you thought you could betray me?" he whispered as he watched the young man climb into his car.
CGB Spender launched himself off the roof of the building and silently glided after his son's car, until it turned on the remote road leading to the estate. He dropped out of the sky landing on the roof of the car with a thud, and smashed the windshield then peeled the roof off as if it were made out of cardboard.
Jeff was horrified as he saw the sharp claws coming into the car after him. He yanked desperately at his seatbelt, tugging it off him and crawled out of the car, staring up in terror at the looming winged beast.
"Jeffrey, my son, are you afraid of your own father?" the creature asked with a chuckle.
Spender's eyes widen in fear as he recognized the beast's face. "Father?" He slowly crept backwards as he searched around for a way to escape, but to no avail as his father swiftly snatched him up. Spender called out telepathically to warn Mulder of the danger to him and their family.
"That's it, Jeffrey, warn your brother about me. We'll be one big happy family soon enough. Now I think it is time I got you back home where you belong. There's been a lot of changes at the Spender homestead, my boy," the creature said pleasantly as he flew into the sky with his son clutched firmly to his breast. Jeffrey's struggles lessened as he looked down at the land several hundred feet below. The higher they flew the colder he became, and he started shivering uncontrollably, and wished that he had worn a jacket. The younger Spender felt the space shifting around them and they seemed to pass through some sort of spatial anomaly and the air became even colder. He craned his neck to see where they were and noticed a mountain range, the peaks were covered with snow. Jeff determined that they were no where near D.C. any longer.
"Welcome to your new home, son," the creature chuckled, soaring around a large granite fortress, that was constructed in the side of the mountain.
***
Mulder felt a surge of fear wash over him in bone chilling waves as Jeff's message reached him, and the image of their father's hideous form was etched forever on his mind. He dropped the box he was packing, for Wednesday's move to the island onto the floor of his office. Crying out telepathically to Walter as he dashed down the staircase to their bedroom, showing Walter the same image Jeff had sent him.
"Stay here with Alex and the babies, Fox," Skinner ordered as he dashed out of the bedroom.
"No! I'm coming, Walter, he's my brother!" Mulder shouted following Skinner toward the outside door.
Alex was left with the two babies wondering what was going on. He couldn't leave them to find out, so he called after his lovers telepathically. *Hey, guys, what the hell is up?*
*That cancer ridden son of a bitch has Jeff,* Mulder informed him and at the same time showed Alex the image from Jeffrey of what the smoker now looked like.
*Fox, get your butt back in here!* Krycek growled angrily.
*Fuck off, Alex,* Mulder shot back and ran behind Skinner down the driveway. He was sick of being coddled.
Skinner glared back at him. It was all he needed was for Fox to get seriously hurt three days before his next cycle started. Skinner did not want to wait another month to get him pregnant. He sighed with relief as Hunter and MacIver intercepted them at the end of the driveway. "Gabriel, take Fox back to the mansion," he ordered.
"C'mon, Fox. Orders are orders and he is the King," Hunter said, blocking Mulder's path.
"Walter, if you don't want to sleep on the sofa for the next week I suggest you order Gabriel to get out of my way. And, Walter, that means no sex," Mulder growled.
"Ah shiiit! Let him through, Gabriel, but keep your eye on him," Skinner snapped. Fox could be so pigheaded and Skinner had no doubt that his lover meant what he said, even if it meant denying him the chance for a son during Fox's next cycle.
Mulder pulled along side Skinner. "I would have still allowed you to get me pregnant this cycle, Walter," he said softly as they stopped beside the twisted ruins of Spender's car.
"Now you tell me, Brat," Skinner sighed, bending to examine the torn metal.
"There's no energy burns," Mulder said, studying the wreck. "The smoking bastard didn't use any powers to rip the top off this car, it looks like he used raw strength alone. I wonder if that means he doesn't have any sort of powers? Besides the ability to fly and incredible physical strength," he mused.
"We shouldn't underestimate him, Fox. That man is a sneaky SOB. I'll launch a full scale manhunt for him and Jeff. Hopefully he won't hurt his own flesh and blood," Skinner said.
"He did before out of anger," Mulder said quietly. He had really come to like Jeffrey in the five months they'd been together. He looked up at the night sky and prayed silently that Jeff would be okay.
***
Siberia
Tuesday, May 1
4:30 p.m.Duffy walked behind Paul Danforth's horse carrying the back end of the travois the front end was attached to the horse. The giant had designed the travois so there would be very little jarring or bouncing as they navigated over the rough terrain. He didn't understand why they were traveling in such a round about way to the United States instead of just taking a plane or a boat. Or for that matter why Ari and his gang were going to the United States in the first place.
He stared down at Ari. The young man lay awake on his back watching him with an almost dreamy expression on his beautiful face. After the initial scare of nearly losing his baby, Ari had been quiet and melancholy, allowing Duffy to make most of the decisions involving his care.
"We will hire a boat to take us and the horses across the Bering Strait and into Alaska," Ari informed him suddenly.
"Why don't we just fly to wherever you're going in the United States?" Duffy asked.
"Are you questioning me, slave?"
"You can cut the crap, Ari. I could have left or killed your entire gang days ago if I chose to. Now, I want an honest answer. Why don't we fly?"
Ari tossed his head back and started to laugh, his voice had a lovely bell like quality that shot bolts of desire straight to Duffy's groin. "I was wondering when you'd start showing some backbone, Duffy." His laughter stopped as suddenly as it started and he grew reflective. "I don't fly because my father was killed in an airplane crash before I was born. I'm scared to death of flying. We don't take a ship any farther than we have to because half my gang gets severe sea sickness."
Duffy's raised his eyebrows in disbelief then roared with laughter. "I'm sorry about your dad, Ari, but your gang sounds like the Apple Dumpling gang. You'd make a great Disney movie."
"If you think we're so funny you can leave anytime you'd like," Ari pouted annoyed, sinking back down on the travois.
Duffy looked at him seriously. "No, Ari, I can't leave you. I want to make sure you do not loose the baby. I really think we should find a place for you to rest until it is time," he said softly.
"I still have three months, and want to reach the States first. Once we get there we can travel by truck to the East Coast. I will rest and have my baby there. Then we can attend to the business my gang was hired to do," Ari said tiredly.
"Can you at least tell me what Kong hired you for?" Duffy asked.
"No, Duffy. You would never approve. So it is better if you do not know." Changing the subject Ari asked, "What do you think I should name my daughter?"
"Are you sure it will be a girl?" Duffy asked, adjusting his grip on the travois.
"Yes."
"Don't you think a name should be something you and Paul decide on? After all he is the father," Duffy said, looking jealously at the back of Paul's head as he rode the horse. Duffy knew that no matter how much he loved Ari or how much the beauty seemed to like him that they would never have children together.
Ari looked at him with a sour face and whispered, "He wanted to name her Daphne or Daisy."
"Oh, I can see your point. Why don't you wait until she is born, then pick a name for her," Duffy suggested.
Ari looked into to Duffy's eyes, a smile played on his lips as he asked softly, "What was your mother's name, Duffy?"
"Katherine. Her family all called her Kat," Duffy sighed, remembering his mother.
"Hmm, Kat Summers. I like that," Ari murmured contently, closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep, he didn't see the tears streaming down the giant's cheeks.
***
Foxfire Glenn Estate
Tuesday, May 1
2:30 p.m.Mulder forced himself to be happy for Hope's benefit, it was her first birthday. The family had gone all out with the decorations and party favors. Walter's cousins had prepared the food and made the cake. Inwardly Mulder was wrought with worry over his half-brother's abduction. Several agents were already on their way up to Alaska to check out the area around White Mountain. He only hoped that they would be able to find some sign of the smoker and Jeffrey, he really wished that he was with them.
Mulder ran a brush through Hope's soft sable hair. The deep purple in the velvet dress made her green eyes glow brighter. He smiled at her. She was adorable, so like her uncle. Walter was pacing back and forth in their bedroom waiting for him. The photographers from several news services around the world were here. With Hope being the world's first virus free female baby born and her daddy being this country's new King, her first birthday was garnering massive media attention.
"Walter, calm down. You've faced the press before, and you will be facing them everyday now that you are King."
"Fox, this is the first time we're facing them as a royal family. I'm just concerned that I'll fall on my face and humiliate you," Skinner sighed. "Besides, I don't like exposing Hope and Faith to all this publicity."
"We have no choice. Even without you being King, Hope's birthday would have been in the spotlight. Men are eating this stuff up. You know half of them dream of their sons someday marrying her. You think we have it hard now, just wait until her sweet sixteen party," Mulder quipped.
"Faith will be turning sixteen a month after Hope. We'll just have to hold a royal ball in their honor," Skinner said seriously.
Mulder picked Hope up and cuddled her in his arms. "Princess, you are going to be one pampered young lady," he murmured. He looked around the bedroom; this was the last night they would be staying here. Tomorrow they would be moving into the palace. "I'm going to miss this place," he sighed.
"Yeah, so am I. We've had lots of memorable moments here, Fox, but we'll make new memories at our new home. C'mon, let's face the music. I think Alex and Faith have kept the press and our guests entertained long enough. Don't you?"
"They probably have them all totally enchanted." Mulder stopped at the door. "Do you really think he's okay, Walter?"
"I don't know, Fox. Jeff is tough … I don't think that bastard took him to kill him."
"I hope not," Mulder sighed, handing Hope to Walter. They walked side-by-side down the hallway, on their way to the downstairs patio.
***
White Mountain
Alaska
Tuesday, May 1
4:30 p.m.Spender was still shivering uncontrollably. He was chained naked hanging from the ceiling inside the fortress. That thing that used to be his father, that used to be human, would come in every hour on the hour to make sure he was still awake. How could he sleep? The lights were all too bright and the endless dripping of water tore painfully into his brain.
He had seen the two immortals that his father had forcefully taken as his mates. Spender had been surprised when he found out their identities. He, like all the world, had assumed they were both long dead, killed by the consortium in one of their mortality experiments.
He shook inwardly as that creature came back into the room. However, this time at his side on leashes, were the two immortals, perfumed and jeweled, and dressed in the finest silks and furs. They met his eyes fearfully.
"Aton, Azure, isn't my son handsome? You should see my other son Fox, so beautiful, soon he will be coming to stay with us too, along with his mate Alex. Alex is a new immortal. From what I've heard he is of unsurpassable beauty," the smoker purred, trailing a clawed finger down Jeffrey's chest. "I have a present for you, son." He smiled wickedly, then turned back to the two immortals pointing to a stone bench. "My beauties, sit down, make yourselves comfortable. You are about to witness a miracle. My son is going to be transformed into a magnificent being just like myself."
From his pocket the smoker pulled a syringe with the last of the serum inside, which had altered his genetic makeup turning him into a cold, bat-like creature. He relished the look of fear in his son's eyes as gripped his arm searching for a vein.
"Please, father, don't."
"Don't beg, Jeffrey! Spender's never beg. Your brother Fox wouldn't, he'd more than likely spit in my eye!" The smoker smiled at the thought of his other son. Mulder was a man of conviction, courage, and principles. No shades of gray made up Mulder's universe.
Jeff gasped as the needle pierced his flesh. Soon he felt a burning sensation that grew stronger until he screamed out in pain and passed out. The formula raced through his veins altering his genes binding with the present mutant cells already there, causing his change to be different from that of his black hearted father.
Ian Hennesey watched helplessly as the young man was given the serum, he turned his eyes away from the naked body as it jerked convulsively in the chains.
The smoker walked around the unconscious, twisting body. He touched the two buds that appeared on his son's back. "We shall go eat, my lovelies, then we'll return to see how much further my son's transformation has progressed."
Ian rose quickly wanting to flee from this room, but he glanced one final time at the young man. It saddened him to think that this handsome man would become a hideous creature like his father.
***
Foxfire Glenn Estate
Tuesday, May 1
2:30 p.m.Mulder laughed as he watched Walter's cousins hanging all over Alex, like bees to honey. Alex was definitely honey, smooth and so sweet. He wanted to get Alex alone in that large sunken tub in their new bathroom at The Crystal Palace. He made a note to himself to pick up some honey scented bubble bath.
The press photographers were taking photos of the other immortals trying to angle their shots to get the slight pregnant curve of their bellies.
"It's not fair, Mulder," Scully sighed, stepping to stand beside him in the secluded corner he had found to hide in and watch the party.
"What's not fair, Scully?"
"Justin. He's as far along as I am, but he is hardly showing."
"I don't know, he seems pretty big to me."
"Mulder, look at me! I look like I have a regulation basketball under my shirt! Justin looks like he has a softball."
"You're not that big, Scully," Mulder said seriously looking her over. "Now Justin I think he's a bit larger than a softball, its more like a nurf football."
"Well at least when you're pregnant, you won't have to worry about ballooning up like me," Scully sighed.
"Excuse me, Mr. Mulder, Marty Ryan with CNN. Do you have plans to become pregnant with King Walter's child soon?" the reporter asked, he had been slowly making his way over to Mulder and overheard their conversation.
MacIver sidled up behind the reporter and put his hand on the reporter's shoulder. "Is this maggot bothering you, Mulder?"
"No, Rory. It's all right." Mulder knew his answer was important for his lover's future as King. This was one of the reasons the other sorcerers were backing Walter, the fact that he was married to an immortal and together they'd be having children. Female children. He ignored how embarrassed he was by the subject of becoming pregnant. This was for Walter, he thought. "I plan on getting pregnant with both my husbands' babies during my next cycle."
"Both? Like Cory Greene has done?" the reporter asked excitedly holding out the tape recorder, his hand shaking badly.
"Yes, like Cory," Mulder said, noticing that several other reporters had finally spotted him and were making a beeline in their direction. He caught sight of Walter's bald head and Hope's curly locks as his lover walked around proudly showing her off to his guests.
"Circle the wagons, Rory, it looks like we're under-seize," Mulder quipped, indicating over the Scotsman's shoulder to the two dozen reporters heading their way.
"Shall I beam us outa here, Captain?" MacIver drawled, in a very impressive imitation of Scotty.
Mulder smiled appreciatively at him. "I wish, but I need to get used to living in a fishbowl."
"Agent Mulder … Agent Mulder … " the reporters shouted each trying to be heard above the competition.
"One at a time, please. You," Mulder said, pointing at an older reporter from ABC.
"What are your thoughts on the overthrow of the United States Government?"
Oh great, Mulder thought, he'd rather talk about his body's cycles than politics. "It saddens me that the world had gotten to a stage where democracies can no longer insure the security of their citizens, and that we needed to turn to monarchies headed by sorcerers to achieve that security."
"Do you find any enjoyment in being part of the ruling monarchy with your husband as King?"
"No. This is not something I would have chose. However, it is necessary for my daughters' safety, so I support my husband totally," Mulder replied, searching for a reporter that would have a less biting question.
"How many daughters are you and the King planning on having over the next decade?"
Mulder kept his face expressionless. "I'm not sure if I can answer that, we will continue to use the procreation center for some of our children, but the ones that we have from my becoming pregnant have a fifty percent chance of being a boy."
Another reporter barked another question. "Your other husband is an immortal, so all the children you have together will be girls. So is it safe to assume that between you and Mr. Krycek that you'd have at least ten daughters together each decade?"
"I … I think so," Mulder sighed. He couldn't continue answering as more personal questions were shouted at him. "I'm sorry, but I need to attend to my daughter's party so if you'll excuse me." He stood there looking for a way through the crush of reporters still shouting at him. Scully touched his sleeve supportively.
"Agent Mulder is done answering questions. Now if you'd kindly step aside and let him by I'll refrain from turning you all into toads," MacIver growled, clearing a path for Mulder and Scully through the crowd.
Alex was waiting for Mulder and pulled him into a hug, and whispered into his ear. "Did those big bad reporters, frighten my little foxy?" he teased.
Mulder squeezed him tightly and whispered back, "How do you do it, Alex? You spent over an hour answering their questions. Didn't you just want to kill at least one or two of them?"
Alex led him away from the reporters who were within hearing range. "I never really answered any of their questions, Fox. I spent the whole time flirting with them and turning their questions into sexual innuendoes. They became very flustered and aroused after the first ten minutes and started shifting from foot-to-foot. It was really very funny."
Mulder smiled, "Thanks for the advice. I think that I'll try that next time. Where is Faith?"
"Walter, took her." Krycek pointed out Skinner's location. The big man had both babies in his arms and was surrounded by sorcerers admiring them. "Have you ever seen anyone prouder?"
"That is what I love about Walter. He has his priorities straight," Mulder sighed, wishing that he were half as giving and caring as Walter.
***
The Crystal Palace
Thursday, May 3
2:30 p.m.The sunlight sparkled through the arched windows surrounding the bathroom on palace's twenty-six floor. Mulder leaned back in the sunken tub looking up at the blue sky through the glass ceiling. His legs were wrapped around the back of Walter's thighs as his lover knelt between them. He moaned as Walter licked his nipple and ran a soapy sponge over his lean frame. Walter had spent the last half-hour gently washing and pleasuring him. Mulder caressed his lover's bald head, his thumb gently massaging circles over his scalp. "I love your head, Bear," he purred contently, kissing the top of it.
Walter's brown eyes smiled up at Fox's aroused face. Today was the day he'd been waiting months for. His beautiful lover was finally going to allow him to impregnate him. Walter wanted to plunge into Fox's body now before his lover had time to change his mind, but he forced himself to take it slow. To make it good for Fox. In years to come he planned to repeat this process many, many times. He nipped at the tender flesh on the side of Fox's neck. "Let's move this to the bed, beautiful."
"Sure, if I can walk," Mulder murmured, untangling his legs and trying to move too rubbery limbs.
"No need," Skinner growled, scooping him up in his arms with only a slight use of his powers to handle Fox's weight.
"God, Walter, I'm not some damn damsel. Put me down, I can walk," he admonished with a chuckle as his lover swiftly moved into their bedroom and deposited him in the middle of the bed, then covered Fox's wet body with his.
"No. You are definitely no damsel, but you are the love of my life, and if I want to pamper you, let me," Skinner growled playfully capturing Mulder's lips as his arms wrapped around that lean body and pulled him closer. He smiled when Fox's arms went around his neck and deepened the kiss. Their tongues warred against each other for dominance, then settle for simple caresses.
Skinner fingers delved into the cleft of Mulder's ass and toyed with the small entrance. He felt a sudden moisture against his stomach and looked questioningly into Fox's eyes.
"I'm ready for you, Walter. Take me now," Mulder whispered. He was quivering as a clear fluid leaked out of his navel, preparing the way for his lover's organ.
Skinner pulled back and touched the moisture as he positioned his cock. "This never happened before," he said, licking the fluid from his fingers.
"We never had sex during my cycle before, Bear. Do it," Mulder husked.
Skinner didn't need anymore encouragement he pushed in with one thrust, and allowed the pleasure of his lover's internal muscles to milk him. He looked down at Fox's face as his lover arched his neck back in pleasure, and he realized for once Fox had not journeyed out of his body to that other world, but remained here with him.
The thick rod throbbed inside of him, scorching hot flames of pleasure throughout Mulder's body. It felt like his lover had permanently branded him, and now they were welded together. Mulder couldn't hold back his orgasm, the pleasure was too intense, and he shot his milky come across Walter's ass and thighs.
The vacuum like pumping action on his cock caused Walter to come sooner than he wanted, and he filled his lover with his seed. Panting breathlessly as the last of his seed was milked from his body.
Mulder lay still as Walter semen filled him. It only took a few minutes for a feeling of total peace to possess his inner being. The endless compulsion was suddenly gone and in its place was the feeling of bliss, completeness. He looked up and smiled brilliantly at Walter, touching the side of his face. "Hey, Dad, do you want to get your bet in early that we're going to have that son you wanted."
"Are you sure it took, Fox?" Skinner asked, not totally believing that something in their lives would go off without a hitch.
"Am I sure I'm pregnant? Oh yeah. Positive."
Skinner smiled and kissed him from sheer joy. "So, you are still going to allow Alex to impregnate you tomorrow?" It was a weird concept for Skinner to think that his lover could become pregnant multiple times over his three-day cycle. Then while an immortal was pregnant their cycles completely stopped. Skinner wondered if they would start back up along with the compulsion immediately after the baby was born.
"I'm still going to have Alex's baby, too." Mulder's face became melancholy, Alex would be going to Slava the following day.
"Have you ever thought that we might not be able to tell Alex's baby from mine?" Skinner asked.
"There won't be a problem. Alex's baby will be a female immortal and yours will be a sorcerer, hopefully a male. God, Walter, this is the weirdest conversation we've ever had," Mulder chuckled.
"Yeah, and considering some of our conversations that is saying a lot. So do you want to tell Alex the good news," Walter asked, caressing Mulder's belly.
"Sure. Besides, I'm hungry. We can steal down to the kitchen afterwards and see what your chefs are preparing for dinner." Mulder slid off the round bed and headed for his closet. He paused in the doorway and placed a hand over his flat stomach. Pregnant. What would his father have said? He knew. Bill Mulder would have disapproved loudly over his current state not to mention his lifestyle.
Mulder dressed quickly and waited for Skinner by the bedroom door. Skinner came out of his closet, dressed quite formerly since they were leaving their living quarters for the public part of the palace. He had an image to maintain now.
"Fox, can you please put on a suit?"
"Why, Walter? You're the King, not I. I don't want to have to dress up every time we leave our apartment," Mulder complained.
"I don't expect you to dress up every time, Fox, only when we go down for dinner, or anytime your presence is required at my side. When you're wandering around the countryside or exploring the palace you can dress as you are now," Skinner said.
"Okay, give me a second," Mulder grumbled then went to put on a suit. After he passed his lover's critical scrutiny they went to find Alex.
Alex was in his office, chatting with Slava over the Internet. He quickly ended the connection when Walter and Fox stepped through the doorway. "So, Fox, are you?" Krycek asked standing.
"Yes. I am," Mulder smiled.
Alex hugged him and Walter. "Congratulations. So how do you feel about it, Fox?"
"I thought I'd be upset or anxious, but strangely I'm happy and relieved. It feels great not having that gnawing need any longer, but you'll know what I mean soon enough, Alex," Mulder said, smiling wickedly at him.
"Fox, don't remind me. I have at least eleven months before I have to worry about that. Maybe we should get Shinji working on a way to stop those compulsions," Krycek said, looking at Walter.
"Not everything can be cured by science, Alex. Besides Shinji already turned Fox down," Skinner said.
"What? Why?" Krycek asked perplexed.
Skinner placed a hand over Mulder's stomach. Mulder startled and tried to move away, but Skinner's arm around his waist kept him still. "This is why! Shin, knows how important it is to the human race that immortals have babies. If it weren't for the compulsions do you think any of them would want to become pregnant?"
"Walter, that is not fair. We have the procreation clinics, it should be our choice to make whether we become pregnant or have the babies gestated in the growth cylinders," Krycek argued.
"That only works with immortals if a sorcerer is the other sperm donor. You and Fox will never again be able to have a child together that way. Don't you want to have more children with Fox, Alex? Fox is willing to become pregnant with your child. Don't you want to return the favor someday and have his?" Skinner asked.
Alex's lips pursed together in a pout. This was unfair, he did not want to become pregnant ever. It was unfair for Walter to use Fox having his baby to guilt him into having Fox's baby. This part of being an immortal really sucked, but at least he had almost a year before he had to worry about it. Maybe, Shin would change his mind after giving birth and work on a way to control the compulsions. "Walter, I don't want to talk about this any longer."
"Fine, Alex, go get dressed we're heading downstairs. Fox wants to check out what the chefs are making for dinner and I thought we could take a stroll around the indoor gardens with the girls," Skinner said, looking around for his daughter and niece. He spotted them sleeping on a mat in the passageway that went through the aquarium separating his two lover's offices.
"They wanted to sleep with the fishes," Krycek joked.
Mulder chuckled and went to collect his daughters.
***
After Alex had changed they headed downstairs and found MacIver and Sawada hanging out in the kitchen, chatting amicably with the cooks while sampling the food and drinking a beer.
Mulder licked his lips. "I could go for a cold brew," he said, searching around for the cooler.
"I'll get you one, Mulder," MacIver offered.
"No, Rory. Fox is not touching the stuff for at least nine months," Skinner said smiling proudly.
"Oh, congratulations, Walter, Mulder," Sawada said.
"It's about time, guys," MacIver drawled. "Mulder, there is some alcohol free beer in the cooler, I'll grab you one of those."
Skinner had motioned for the head chef to come over. "Jacques, I would like a special diet plan put together for my lover, he is expecting our first child and I want to ensure that he is provided with the most nutritious meals during his pregnancy."
"Yes, of course, your Majesty. May I offer my congratulations, this is extremely good news," the chef gushed.
"Thank you, Jacques," Skinner said.
Mulder had been glaring at Walter the whole time. It was going to be a long nine months with his lover watching everything that he ate or drank. He cringed when he realized that Walter would never allow him to go jogging in his present condition. Oh great, he needed to talk to someone. He shifted Faith on his hip so he could take the glass of alcohol-free beer that MacIver got for him. "Rory, where is Shinji?"
"He's up in our apartment taking a nap before dinner."
"Walter, can you take Faith? I'm going to run upstairs to see Shinji for a moment," Mulder said, passing the baby to him.
"Walk, Fox. You shouldn't be running anywhere in your condition," Skinner said.
Mulder rolled his eyes as he walked toward Krycek and Hope, and handed Alex the beer.
"Walter's right, Fox. You need to improve your diet and watch the types of exercises you do," Krycek informed him as he took the beer.
"Et tu, Brute," Mulder muttered, heading out of the kitchen toward the nearest elevator. He used the elevator security devices. "Twenty-fifth floor, Arty," he said.
"Right away, Foxy. Shall I let Mr. Takeda know to expect you?" the computerized voice purred.
Mulder rolled his eyes. "No. If he's still sleeping don't wake him. I'll do that when I get there," he said, slightly uncomfortable talking to a computer.
Mulder exited the elevator on the twenty-fifth floor. This was the first time he was on any of the other floors and he marveled at the differences between his apartment and this one. The layout was different and he soon found himself lost in the winding corridors. "Ah, Arty, can you hear me?"
"Yes, Foxy."
"Can you please guide me to where Shinji is?"
"Of course, darling," the computer husked. "Continue heading down the hallway in the direction you are going." After Mulder had taken a few dozen steps the computer chirped, "Now take a right, dearest, and at the end of the corridor take a left he is through the arched doorway."
"Thanks, Arty," Mulder grumbled, hating the computer more by the minute.
"You're most certainly welcomed, cutie-pie."
Mulder entered the bedroom and found Shinji sleeping in the nude on the middle of a round bed similar to his own. Mulder stood a moment and stared at the swell of the young man's belly. At five months it looked like a small beer gut. He walked over to the bed and sat down. "Hey, Shin, wake up."
Takeda slowly opened his eyes. "Mulder, what's wrong?" he asked, yawning and stretching.
"I'm pregnant and Walter is already driving me nuts. How do you handle changing your lifestyle to accommodate being pregnant?"
Shinji smiled brightly and crawled over to him, hugging him tightly. "Congratulations, Mulder. It's not that tough to change when you realize that you are doing it because there is a baby growing inside of you. Here feel this," Shinji said, taking Mulder's hand and placing it on his belly.
Mulder felt a slight flutter under his fingertips.
"It is not much movement yet. Just enough to let me know that he is there," Shinji said proudly.
"This is cool, Shin. I can actually feel him move."
"You have to realize that your body is no longer your own, Mulder. The changes you make for the next nine months are for your baby, and don't let Walter bother you, he only wants what's best for his baby and you."
"Shin, can you and Rory watch Walter for me while I am asleep for the first month of my pregnancy? Alex is going to Slava in two days, and I don't want Walter to be moping around in his absence," Mulder sighed.
"Sure, Mulder. We will all look after Walter. I am going to take a shower and get dressed for dinner. Do you want to wait for me and we can go down together?"
"Sure, Shin. Besides, I'm not sure if I can find my way back to the elevator again." Mulder got off the bed and wandered out onto the balcony, staring out over the island. Pregnant. Damn. What was he thinking?
***
Amaranthine Temple
New Orleans
Thursday, May 3
3:30 p.m.Reverend Xsavior stood back bowing deeply as King Xowolfe stepped across the gateway into his world. "My Lord, welcome to Earth." His eyes widened as two more Seraphim followed the King through the portal.
"You have served me well, Xsavior. Step forward and receive my blessing," the King commanded.
The reverend stepped cautiously up to the beautiful winged creature. Xowolfe's hand gripped his shoulders holding Xsavior immobile. A bright white light shot out of the King's eyes and into the Reverend's eyes. His whose face froze in shock as his eyeballs melted in their sockets and the flesh from his face bubbled and burst into flames, soon the rest of his body was consumed by flames.
The other members of the cult backed away toward the door, only to find it blocked by a pure black Seraphim who held a glowing scepter. Lighten bolts leapt out of the sphere and burned through the bodies of the cult member killing them instantly.
"Did you get your mates location from the human, my King?" Xobonoa asked, turning off the scepter.
"Yes, his mind was open to me. My mate is a short distance away. It will take a couple of days for me to retrieve him and return with him. I want you and Xovebina to guard the gateway," the King ordered and climbed the stairs he opened the outside door, and stepped into the sunlight. He touched the amulet he wore pinned to his chest and instantly became invisible.
He then launched himself into the air. Unaware that his presence had been spotted by a young boy playing in a tree across the street from the temple.
***
The Crystal Palace
Friday, May 4
3:30 p.m.The weather was beautiful in the high seventies and sunny. The two lovers had decided to make love on a secluded stretch of beach, wanting their daughter to be conceived outdoors. The final shudders of pleasure leeched out of Alex and into Fox. He pulled out and rolled off Fox's warm body and stretched out on the blanket beside him, then snaked his body around his sated lover, his hand went to caress over Fox's navel slightly red from its recent use.
Mulder rolled over in Alex's arms until they were both laying on their sides facing each other. He buried his face in the furrow of his lover's neck, sighing contentedly. His hand petted Alex's smooth buttocks; he could stay this way forever, in the warmth of the sun and in his lover's arms.
"Well?" Krycek finally murmured against the top of his head.
"Well. I don't know. I feel fine, but I don't have the lack of a compulsion to gauge whether I'm pregnant with your child, too. We will just have to wait. Time will tell," Mulder said disappointedly. He thought for sure he would have felt some indication that he was pregnant with Alex's baby.
"I'm going to pretend that you are," Krycek said, hugging him tighter. He didn't want to let go ever and he was having serious doubts lately about leaving Fox to go to Slava. Fox had always been a secret fantasy for Alex, a fantasy that had gotten him through some painful times of his life. He'd imagine during those times that Fox and he were lovers and that he was lying in the warm, protective circle of Fox's arms -- like he was now. How could he give this up for another man? The image of Slava's handsome face filled his mind and a sudden desire to be with his Russian lover overshadowed his need to be with Fox. He kissed the top of Fox's head again. Fox understood and accepted his need to be with Slava. Alex frowned sadly. He would never have accepted Fox's need to be with Slava if the tables were turned. How much greater was Fox's love for him? He suddenly felt unworthy.
Mulder shifted and looked up at Alex through hooded eyes. "Let's get dressed and go for a walk," he said, wanting to be with Alex every minute until his lover left for Russia, and Slava, tomorrow. The possibility that Alex might decide to stay with Slava and never return to him was painfully breaking his heart. Mulder tried to control his feelings. He tried to put Alex's needs ahead of his own, but it hurt too much. That was why he tried excluding Alex from parts of his life, preparing himself for the inevitable, when Alex didn't return.
They pulled their clothes on over sticky flesh. Mulder slipped on his sneakers, without socks, while Krycek folded up the blanket and stuffed it inside the empty picnic basket.
"You can leave that here, we'll come back for it before we head back to the palace," Mulder said, taking his hand, they headed up the beach.
Krycek didn't miss the sadness behind Fox's eyes. "Fox, you know I'll be back in two weeks don't you?"
"Alex, I want to believe you'll be back, but I won't kid myself. You're bonded to Slava, and he is an extremely handsome man. You may find that you're unable to leave him in two weeks," Mulder sighed, kicking at the sand.
Krycek spun Mulder to face him. "Fox, how can you doubt that I would return to you? I love you! You are my life!"
"I'm not your life, Alex. Dammit! If I were, you wouldn't need Slava. I wish … I wish you wouldn't leave me for him," Mulder murmured, turning to continue his trek down the beach.
"I wish that I didn't need to leave, too," Krycek murmured sadly, as he watched his lover's back and the beautiful movement of that jean clad ass as Fox walked away from him. He sprinted to catch up and he wrapped his arm around Fox's slim waist as they continued their hike. Alex smiled when Fox's arm snaked around his waist and they walked the rest of the way up the beach, wrapped in each other's embrace.
"Now that I'm pregnant, I'll be asleep for at least a month soon as my cycle ends. I would really like to know that you'll be here for Walter in two weeks, Alex. Promise me that you will? I don't like the thought of him being alone for a whole month," Mulder sighed.
"I'll return in two weeks, Fox, you have my word on it."
They reached an outcrop of boulders, and started to climb over them. When they were standing on top of the largest one the air around them shimmered and a tall winged figure appeared.
"Finally, Xofox, we are together," Xowolfe purred and pulled Mulder forcefully against him and devoured his mouth.
Krycek gasped then tried to beat the creature off his lover, but the beautiful Seraphim's skin was like hard marble under his fist and he only succeeded in bruising his hands.
Xowolfe ended the kiss, holding Mulder's tightly enfolded in his arms and wings. He looked lovingly into the immortal's beautiful hazel eyes, then turned his focus on Krycek. "If I would have known that my mate would be in the company of another beautiful immortal, I would have brought Xovebina to carry you back. As it is you will have to wait to be collected in the future."
Mulder's legs could barely support him, the King's kiss had made him feel lightheaded and aroused, he finally ground out in a shaky, weak voice, "Alex, tell Walter it is King Xowolfe."
Xowolfe caressed his cheek. "It will do no good, Xofox. The sorcerer will never be able to reach you in time. You'll be on my planet in one more of your moons."
"NO! Let him go! Dammit! He doesn't belong to you!" Krycek cried, tears of frustration ran down his cheeks as he tried to pry the creature's hands off Mulder. He was unable to telepathically contact any of the clairvoyants or sorcerers stationed around the island, somehow the creature was blocking him. Alex watched helplessly as both Fox and the Seraphim disappeared before his eyes.
"NOOOO!! FOX!" he cried sinking to his knees.
Xowolfe tightened his hold around his mate's body as he flew into the air with him. He could smell the distinct scent of his mate's fertile body. His organ grew long and thick with need as he flew higher and further away from the island. Xowolfe unfastened the codpiece freeing his massive erection.
Mulder struggled violently trying to break the Seraphim's hold as the creature unbuttoned his jeans to further expose his navel.
"I see that I will need a firmer hold on you, my beloved. My cock shall hold you securely fastened to me for the entire journey back to the gateway. By the time we reach it you will be ripe with our child," the King purred.
"No. Don't," Mulder cried, shrinking away from the wet organ that teased at his navel.
Xowolfe pushed his cock in at the same time he pulled his lover's body closer. Mulder was forced to hold on tighter to the Seraphim or dangle impaled on its cock. The organ's stiff bristles were tightly holding their bodies together. The stimulation in addition to the fear of being taken so abruptly was too much for Mulder and he passed out.
The Seraphim king shuddered as waves of exquisite pleasure washed over him, and his cock was gripped and squeezed. His hands held his mate's limp body tightly and he clutched one round clothed buttock, relishing the knowledge that additional pleasure was wrapped inside the tight fabric. The King had watched Xochipilli make love to his pregnant, immortal Xoric on countless occasions. He had looked forward to the day when he could claim Xofox's body in similar ways. Now he had him in his arms and was planting their future child inside his beautiful body. Xowolfe's powerful wings beat harder as he flew them faster to the gate and his home world.
***