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Series/Sequel:  Incredibly this is #10 in the Boys Series.

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Summary:  We asked Amy B. for a challenge.  She said she wanted one of
the Boys to get a tattoo.  Well, here you go!

Thanks to Aries and Orithain  for being beta goddesses.
This is MY universe (and what a wonderful one it is), in it Krycek has
BOTH arms.  If you can't deal with that then TOO BAD.
For those of you allergic to schmoop, take a pill before you read on.

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The buzz of the tattoo gun filled the air as the needle came down to the
flesh.  Not a whimper or flinch as it was dragged across the skin, leaving
its mark.  The vibrations could be felt down to the bone.  Goosebumps
formed on the skin as it was sprayed with antiseptic and wiped down
before the needle started its fiery trail again, pushing the ink into the flesh.

Alex looked down at the man who was wielding the implement of pain.
The artist was a young man of about 27.  His arms had some tattoos on
them.  From what Alex could see under his collar as he bent over, honing
his craft, his entire back was covered.  The young man also had his tongue
pierced and his chin pierced.  He wore small wooden disks in his ears
along the lines of African tribespeople.

Alex was surprised, he didn't bleed that much.  He thought it would hurt
more too.  They were almost finished.  Four hours of relentless torture to
get the design done to cover his scar from Tunguska.  He had been
planning this for a couple of weeks, not only to cover the scars, but to make
a declaration.  He just hoped Mulder liked it.

Alex had been contemplating his situation while sitting here for the past
while.  Right now that smoking bastard had other things on his mind and
had not called him in awhile.  This gave him time to spend with Mulder.
He had actually been living with him for a few weeks.  It was strange,
waking up next to him every day, seeing him when he came home from
work.  It was strange in a good way, though.  It felt so right.

"All done."  The young man smiled as he looked at his finished work,
wiping the remnants of the excess ink away.  He let Alex take a look at it
before bandaging it up.

"Looks great."

"This has to be one of the more unique designs I've done.  Come back
when it's healed, and we'll get a picture of it for my wall."  The artist
started putting the bandages over the inflamed skin, sealing it well with
surgical tape.

"Sure."  Alex smirked to himself.  //There's no way in hell anyone's going
to know about this except you, me and Mulder.//

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The deadbolt slid back, and the lock in the door popped before Mulder
stepped through into the apartment.  "Alex?"  he yelled.  Silence.  //Must
be out.//  He put his briefcase on the floor, threw his keys on the dining
room table, then went to the bedroom to change.

When he got to the bedroom, he quickly peeked inside the closet and
Alex's dresser.  //Everything's still here, good.//  Mulder checked every
time Alex wasn't here when he got home from work to see if he was gone
for good.

Alex had essentially moved in with him for three weeks now.  Mulder
smiled to himself as he saw the bed made, pillows fluffed, everything in
order.  Who knew Alex would be so picky on the domestic front?
Cleaning, dusting.  Mulder never dusted.  Never understood the point.
Alex had made this place sparkle, which was no small feat.  He could cook
too.  That was a bonus.

He took off his pants and hung them up before pulling on his sweats.  The
past three weeks had been wonderful.  Just him and Alex, talking,
laughing, watching television, making love.  He enjoyed his company,
enjoyed being with him.

He heard the key in the door and went out to greet his lover.

"Hey,"  Alex said as he closed the door behind him and took off his shoes.
He put his hand around the back of Mulder's head and brought him in for a
kiss.  "How was your day?"

"Boring.  Paperwork.  Expense statements."

"Gee, sounds fun.  I wonder why I left sometimes."  Alex snorted as he
pulled off his jacket and hung it over the back of a dining room chair.  The
bandage could be seen peeking out from under the sleeve of his t-shirt.

Mulder's eyes grew wide, and his mouth opened.  "What the hell happened
to you?"  A million things ran through his mind.  //He's been shot, he's
been maimed, someone tried to cut off his arm again.  They're after him,
after us.//  He looked in Alex's eyes which showed no concern whatsoever.

"I got a tattoo."

"You what?"

"I got a tattoo this afternoon."

"Are you nuts?"

"No.  I've always wanted one, I just never got around to it."

"So, you just woke up and said *today, I'm going to get a tattoo*?"

"Actually, no, you do have to make an appointment you know,"  He
smirked.  "I designed it myself.  I did that when you were in Baltimore for
those two days last week."

"Can I see it?"

"In a minute.  Mulder, sit down.  There's a story behind it that I want to
share with you."

They both sat on the couch.

"When I was a little boy, about five, my Mom took me to see my Baba in
the Ukraine.  She lived on the outskirts of a little village called Chernihiv,
not far from Kiev.  It was late fall, the leaves had just fallen from the trees.
The sky was a deep, deep blue.  I remember taking the train through the
countryside, my Mom nervous and fiddling with our passports and papers.
I was excited.  I would always hear about her growing up in the Ukraine
and the stories of her getting up early in the morning to milk the cows,
collect the eggs for breakfast."

"Anyway, we got there to this little house with a chicken coop in the back,
a pump for the water, wood stove, the whole bit.  This huge woman came
out the door, looking exactly like you'd picture.  Scarf on her head, colorful
shawl around her shoulders, dress of black.  She hugged my Mom for a
long time before turning to me and said, *Look at little Aleksei.  He looks
just like his grandfather.*  Then she actually pinched my cheeks."

Alex laughed and looked at Mulder who was listening intently.

"This was my Baba, my grandmother.  Her house was small but
immaculate.  Everything gleamed.  I spent my days with her and my Mom,
baking, cooking, cleaning, forever cleaning.  We would go into town once
a day to read the newspaper posted in the square.  My Baba was so proud
of my Mom and I.  She would introduce us to everyone we would come in
contact with.  I swear by the end of those two weeks I knew every old lady
for miles."

Alex smiled then continued.

"About this time of year, they started decorating the eggs for Christmas.  In
Orthodox Christianity, Christmas falls in the middle of January, not on
December 25th.  This meant they could start preparations later in the year.
They also made the eggs for Easter which was, to them, the holiest of days.
I remember sitting there, on a chilly October afternoon watching my Baba
and her friends paint eggs.  That morning, she had taken me out to her
chicken coop in the back.  She showed me how to look for large, smooth
eggs, leaving the bumpy ones for eating.  Traditional eggs are not blown;
the yolk and white slowly disintegrate over time, leaving just the shell."

"I sat there, in a chair at the table, looking at the jars of dyes, the candles.
The Kitska used to draw the intricate designs of wax on the eggs before
they were put in the dye.  They never used a pattern, just a few notes and
scribbles jotted down on a piece of paper.  They had been doing it so long
that they just drew these amazingly straight lines freehand.  They did them
quickly too.  I was amazed at the dexterity of their hands, these women
looked so old to me.  Their faces showed the ravages of hard work and cold
weather.  The wrinkles were almost caverns in their foreheads and cheeks.
Once in awhile, one would get up and bring me some more Chai and plates
of Vatrushky and Cherry Varenyk.  They would pat me on the head and
remark how I was such a good boy, so quiet."

Alex smirked.  "When they were done an egg, and all the wax had been
melted off, the eggs were varnished, then put on a rack to dry.  I would
stare at these beautiful creations, cherishing that I was allowed to be a part
of it.  These ladies would gossip about the goings on in the neighborhood
and produce these amazing works of art.  You can buy them here in shops
for hundreds of dollars.  They never made a cent.  They did it out of love of
their god and their church."

"My Mom, she was proud of being Ukrainian.  She took me there so I
would know about my heritage, her side of the family.  From then on,
whenever I saw the eggs at Christmas, or Easter I would think of those
ladies around that table, creating these masterpieces...  Every time I smell
beeswax, I think of the eggs..."  Alex drifted off and a grin spread across
his face.  This was a good memory.

Mulder sat there, looking at his lover as his face changed from one of joy
to one of sorrow.

Alex shrugged then breathed in sharply.  "But that's all in the past, right?
Now they don't know I'm alive, and this is the only thing I could think of to
keep the memory with me."  He sniffed and looked up at Mulder.

Mulder reached over and took Alex's hand in his and kissed it.  He didn't
know what to say.

Alex pulled his hand away and started unwinding the bandages.  "This
isn't supposed to come off for another 12 hours so we'll just take a peek,
then close it up again, okay?"  Alex sniffed again and undid the surgical
tape holding the bandage in place wrapped around his arm.

Mulder stared at the beautiful creation that encircled Alex's arm.  The
colors were so vibrant, the pattern so intricate, full of little designs within
the designs.  It looked, remarkably, like a Ukrainian Easter Egg.  "Wow, it
looks great!  Does it hurt?"

"It feels like a sunburn...now.  When he was doing the underside of my
arm, it hurt like a sonofabitch."  Alex smirked.  "The color won't be quite
as intense after it scabs for a week or two.  I have to make sure I keep it
clean and moisturize it daily."

"It's very good, lots of detail.  What are all these little symbols?"  Mulder
wanted to touch it but held back.

"The meandering ribbons and belts on the top and bottom border mean
eternity.  They are black, symbolizing remembrance.  So I can always
remember my heritage and my family.  There is a cross around the back."
Alex lifted his arm to show Mulder.  "To represent faith.  Not faith in god
but faith in myself.  After all I've been through, I must have faith in
something, right?"  Alex laughed then put his arm down again.  "The sun
on the front and the stars that surround it represent life, growth and good
fortune.  The pattern that's inside is violet to represent power.  The stars
are blue for health.  See the small horses and deer symbols that run along
the bottom border?  They represent wealth and prosperity.  That bottom
band just above the border is brown for happiness."

Mulder pointed to the Cyrillic writing under the sun design.  "What's this
say?"

Alex licked his lips and looked at Mulder.  "That's the only Russian part of
the tattoo.  I wanted to put the two parts of my family together.  My mom's
Ukrainian side, my Dad's Russian side.  The first word says Aleksei, the
other says Lisitsa.  They are done in red to represent love."

Mulder raised his eyebrows.  "Lisa?  Who's Lisa?"

Alex took a deep breath.  " Lisitsa means Fox in Russian.  Basically this
says I'll love you forever, but if you piss me off, I'll come after you."  Alex
gave a little laugh.

A shock ran through Mulder's body; he looked at Alex, eyes growing wide.
"You tattooed my name on your arm?"

Alex started wrapping the bandage around his arm again.  He fastened it
all along with the extra surgical tape the tattoo artist had given him.  He
looked at Mulder.  "Yeah, I tattooed your name on my arm."

"You didn't have to scar yourself for me, Alex,"  he said uneasily.

"It's covering the scars.  I don't want to be reminded of the betrayal and
agony I put you through.  I love you."  Alex leaned over and kissed Mulder
before whispering, "Lisitsa, moi lyubov."

"I love you too, Alex.  I just can't get over that you put my name on your
body."

"Why not?"

"Because it's permanent, for life."

"I know."

Mulder stood up and paced for a second.  "This is serious shit, you realize.
This isn't like a...a ring or something that can be taken off.  This is
permanently etched into your arm."

"Fox, I know what getting a tattoo means.  It's forever, for life, like you
said.  What's the matter?  You don't like it?"

"I like it, it's beautiful, it's just a little much."

"A little much?  Much what?"

"It's a little...much."

"Too much of what?  A commitment?"  He couldn't believe this.

"Yes...no...shit."  Mulder sat down on the couch again beside Alex.  He
ran his hands through his hair and looked into his lover's eyes.  "This is a
big step."

"No shit!  What's the problem?"

"We never discussed this.  Going this far.  I thought we were going to take
things slow."

"I thought we *were*."

"Not when you go out and permanently etch my name in your arm, it's a
very heavy thing."

"You know, *you're* the one who asked me to move in with you a month
ago.  I wouldn't have done this if I didn't mean it."  He pointed to his arm.
"I thought we were meant for each other."

Mulder looked in Alex's eyes.  "We *are* meant for each other.  It's...it's
just...devoting your whole life to one person.  We've only really known
each other a few months."

"What are you saying?"

"What if you find someone else, what if...if it doesn't work out?"

"I'm willing to take that chance."

"I'm not sure that I am."

Alex gave him a glare before standing up and striding to the door.  He
quickly put on his shoes and grabbed his jacket off of the chair.  "If you
didn't want me to live with you and be with you, why the hell did you lead
me on this long? You just wanted to fuck me?  Is that it?  Your own
personal little fuck toy?  Well fuck you!"

Mulder stood up and followed him to the door "Alex, wait, that's not what I
meant."  His pleas fell on deaf ears, Alex was already through the door.
The door slammed.  Mulder pounded his fist on the now closed door.
"That's not what I meant!  Fuck!"

Mulder slumped to the floor and put his head in his hands.  He pulled his
knees up to his chest and sat there cursing silently.  He sat there for a few
minutes before standing and making his way to the bedroom.  Who knew
how long Alex would be gone?  He got into his jogging gear, hoping to run
away the tension and give him time to think about things.  He stretched
and put on his walkman before leaving the apartment.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Alex lit a cigarette as soon as he got to the sidewalk.  He then got in his car
and started driving down street, not caring where he went.  An hour later
he found himself emptying three clips into an old mattress at the
abandoned school.  Somehow, this always made him feel better.  When the
urge to shoot someone, anyone was strong, he settled for the mattress
instead.

He pulled the trigger a few more times, getting the clicks of the empty gun.
"Aw shit, now I'm out of ammo.  I just bought ammo."  He sighed and sat
down on the lone chair in the gym.

What the hell was wrong with Mulder?  He asks him to move in with him,
begs him even, now he doesn't want a relationship?  He rubbed the
bandages covering his arm, the tattoo was starting to scab and itch.  What
did Mulder want, then?  Why was he so freaked out by this?

"I guess there's only one way to find out,"  he said as he stood up and lit
another cigarette before making his way home.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Mulder entered the apartment, not expecting Alex to be there.  An
unopened bag of Chinese food was on the dining room table.  He walked
into the living room where he found Alex sitting on the couch, drinking a
beer, watching television.

"Hey."

Silence from Alex.

Mulder took a breath.  "Look, Alex,"  he started before running his hand
through his hair.  "I'm an idiot.  I'm stupid."

Alex turned off the television and looked up at Mulder.  His green eyes
were cold and full of hurt.  "Continue."

Mulder knelt before his lover.  "I'm scared, Alex.  The last time I made a
commitment, it turned out bad.  We couldn't stand each other after the first
few years."  He sighed.  "I thought a lot about what we said to each other,
and you're right.  *I'm* the one who asked you to move in.  *I'm* the one
who gave you the key.  *I'm* the one who made you buy the bed.  I'm so
fucking stupid."  He chewed the inside of his lip.  "I have this wonderful
person who wants to love me, and I should just shut my mouth and let
him."

"Yes, you should."  He touched Mulder's shoulder.  "Why are you so
scared?"

"I don't know.  We haven't been together that long, you just moved in three
weeks ago.  I...do we really even know each other?"

"Jesus Christ, Mulder.  I'm not asking you to marry me or anything.  All I
did was get a tattoo."  Alex looked at him for a minute.  "Do you really
think we don't know each other that well?"

"What do you think?"

"I think we know each other better than we know ourselves.  Don't think I
don't know that you kept tabs on me and found out all my little dirty
secrets, Mulder.  As I did with you."

"You kept tabs on me?  Imagine that."  Mulder took Alex's hand in his.

Alex grinned.

"I...Like I said, I'm scared.  Everyone I love eventually gets tired of me and
leaves."  His eyes looked down at the couch.  "Or abducted, or killed, or
almost gets their arm amputated by a bunch of crazy Russians who fear
smallpox inoculations."

Alex smiled, recognizing the humor as an attempt to cover not only an
awkward situation, but an apology as well.  "I'm not going to leave you.
I'm not going to get tired of you either."

Mulder looked up at him through his lashes and bit his lower lip.
"Promise?"

Oh god, he was doing that on purpose.  That look shot right down to his
cock.  "I promise."  Alex leaned in and kissed his lover.  "I have a short
fuse, sometimes I overreact to things."

"Doesn't matter."  Mulder caressed Alex's thighs.  "As long as you don't
shoot me, I'm happy."

Alex kissed Mulder again.  //He didn't say anything about not shooting
other people.//

Mulder stood up and stretched.  "I'm taking a shower, want to join me?"

Alex stood to face his lover and pointed to his arm.  "I can't get this thing
wet until tomorrow."

"Oh, I forgot about that."  Mulder started to pout.

"Don't give me that little pouty face.  When you come out of the shower,
we'll eat, okay?"  He gave Mulder a kiss.

"Okay."  He turned and went into the bathroom.

Alex walked over to the dining room table and started digging the cartons
of Chinese food out of the bag.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Mulder came out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist.  He
padded down to the bedroom and nearly passed out when he saw what was
before him.  First of all, every candle they had was lit and scattered around
the bedroom.  Second of all, Alex was lying naked on the bed.  Well, he
was almost naked, save for the strategically placed Chinese food.

"My, my, my,"  Mulder whispered.

"I told you we would eat after you got out of the shower."

Mulder stripped off his towel and knelt on the bed beside Alex, not
knowing where to start.  He could not believe he did this.

"Mulder?"

"Hmmm?"

"Can you do me a favor?  Can you please eat the Cashew chicken with
curry first?"

"Why?"

"The curry is burning my chest."

Mulder laughed as he brought his tongue down to the small mound of food
in the middle of Alex's chest.  He ate the chicken and cashews, lapping up
all the curry sauce.

Alex sighed at the feel of his lover's tongue on his chest.

"Mmmm, you're right.  It is spicy."  He moved up to share the taste with
his lover, his tongue probing inside the other man's mouth.  Alex moaned
encouragement.

The tender slivers of BBQ pork were next, Mulder paying special attention
to the nipples underneath, licking and nipping at them, teasing them to
impossibly hard nubs.

Alex arched into Mulder's touch.  His cock was throbbing.  He knew
Mulder would probably leave his cock until last, just to torture him.  He
gasped as Mulder bit and tugged one of his nipples.

Mulder pulled away and stared down at Alex's body, deciding next to feast
on the snowpeas leading a trail down to his navel.

Alex moaned as Mulder's tongue, still warm from the spicy curry, snaked a
trail down his chest and abdomen.  He sighed.  "This was such a good
idea."

Mulder did not reply as he was now sampling the fried rice in Alex's
bellybutton.  He traced lazy circles with his tongue around and around,
getting every last grain of rice.  Once he was done, he moved down to the
beef with broccoli covering Alex's thighs.  The sauce was particularly thick
and savory, a lot of licking and sucking was required.

Alex whimpered as Mulder lingered on the crease where leg met body, so
close to touching his throbbing cock, yet so far.  He bit his lip and twisted
the sheets in his hands as every lap of Mulder's tongue drove him closer to
insanity.

Mulder licked every morsel, every little bit of food from Alex's body,
ignoring his cock, knowing he was driving the younger man insane.  Now
was time to finish his meal.  Snaking a trail up Alex's thighs, he came
upon the last part of the Chinese food.  Alex's large erection was wrapped
in thick, luscious Lo Mein noodles.

"Oh Alex, how did you know?"

Alex smiled, then gasped as Mulder descended upon him.

Mulder took the tip of one of the noodles in his mouth and sucked it up,
watching it unwind from Alex's cock.

"Mmmmmm, Alex, these are so good.  Mmmmmm."

Alex's cock twitched, the sound of Mulder's voice enjoying himself was
enough to make him shiver.  He whimpered as Mulder unwound another
noodle from his cock.

Mulder sucked every noodle up, one by one until all they were gone,
leaving Alex's cock glistening with sauce and a few bits of Cilantro.
Mulder greedily licked the gleaming skin, bringing shudders to the man
below him.  He engulfed Alex's cock with his mouth, taking him deep into
his throat, sucking and licking all the sauce.

Alex's eyes rolled back into his head.  Oh yeah, this was an awesome idea,
he should have done this long ago.  He was close, another couple of flicks
across the slit in the tip from Mulder's tongue was going to send him over
the edge.

"Mulder, I'm gonna..."

Mulder took his head off of Alex's cock.  "We can't have that, can we?"
Mulder prowled up to lay beside his lover and took him in his arms.  His
own cock aching.  He kissed Alex, running his tongue over his lips and
inside the hot interior of his mouth.  After a few minutes, he stopped and
looked into Alex's eyes.

"That, Skippy, deserves something extra special.  Stand."

Alex wasn't sure that he could with the hard-on he had.  Somehow, he
managed and was now facing Mulder, who moved him around to the end
of the heavy wrought-iron, four-poster bed.

Mulder kissed Alex passionately on the mouth.  "Stay."  He went over to
the night table drawer and got out the velvet-lined wrist cuffs and tube of
lubricant, which he put on the dresser behind them.  "It's been awhile,
Skippy, I know how much you like these things."

"Oh baby, you know it."

Mulder gently turned Alex around, then raised his arms, cuffing his wrists
to the cross-bar at the top of the bed.  He lay a towel along the bottom of
the mattress before spreading Alex's legs wide, caressing his ass cheeks
with his hand.

"You know, Alex, I was hurt by that *fucktoy* remark you made earlier.
While I enjoy fucking you, I also enjoy being with you."

"I'm sorry."

"I don't think you are.  I think you should be punished."  With that
statement, Mulder lifted up his hand and smacked it hard on Alex's right
ass cheek.

Alex moaned.  "I'm sorry, Fox, really, I am."

"Are you?  Say my name in Russian again.  Tell me I'm yours.  Tell me it's
forever."

"You're mine, Lisitsa, moi lyubov.  You are mine.  I am yours."

Mulder lifted his hand again and again, alternating ass cheeks until they
were bright pink.  Alex moaned with each strike, his cock growing harder
and harder.

"Forever, Alex?"

"Forever, Lisitsa."

"That's what I wanted to hear,"  Mulder said as he let one last slap land on
Alex's ass.  Lubing up two of his fingers, he entered them into Alex,
gaining a sigh from his lover.  Mulder teased the hot channel, stroking the
prostate, watching sweat form a fine sheen all over his lover's body.

Alex started bucking against the fingers in his ass.  "Fox, please, please,"
he begged.

"Okay Skippy, I'm all yours."  He removed his fingers and replaced them
with the head of his slicked up cock.  Slowly, he entered Alex, one
agonizing inch at a time until he was fully buried inside.  He leaned
forward and rested his head on Alex's shoulder.  "Just give me a 'sec,"  he
breathed.

Finally, an eternity later, he began to move in and out of Alex.  He
wrapped one arm around Alex's chest and put a hand on his hip.  Mulder
began moving the younger man's hips back to meet his thrusts.

"Harder!"

"You want harder, Aleksei?"

"Oh yeah, baby, harder.  Fuck me hard!"

Mulder slammed into Alex, his hips bouncing off of that wonderful ass.
They weren't going to last long at this pace.  Mulder reached around and
grabbed Alex's cock with his still-slick hand.  He pumped Alex in time
with his movements, whispering his name into his ear.

"Oh Alex, I love you, I love your ass, come for me baby, come for me."

On that command, Alex cried out as he exploded onto the towel on the bed.
He grabbed the chains holding the wrist-cuffs to keep himself from
collapsing.

Mulder was right behind him, moaning incoherently as he came.  A
shudder ran through his body, he thought his head was going to explode.
Breathing heavily, he dropped his head to rest on Alex's shoulder again.
Joined for minutes, they stood there, Mulder's strong arms wrapped around
the panting man before him.

"Oh Skippy, you are so much fun."  He kissed the back of Alex's neck.
Finally, he removed himself from Alex's ass and cleaned them up.

They flopped into bed, arms around each other.  Suddenly, Alex's stomach
grumbled.  Both men laughed.  "Come on, Conundrum, let's get you some
dinner."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dim light crept around the blinds and filtered into the bedroom.  Two men,
limbs entwined, slowly woke.  Hazel eyes blinked open to see the small,
round head lying on his chest.  A hand reached up to stroke the hair, lips
moved forward to kiss it.

Green eyes opened then fluttered shut for a moment as a yawn overtook
Alex.  He squeezed the warm body underneath him.  The dull thud of a
heartbeat filled his ear.  He moved his head slightly and kissed the chest
beneath him, the hairs tickling his nose.  He shifted, moving up to meet
Mulder's luscious lips.

They kissed tenderly, eyes closed.  Lips pressed together, hardly moving,
their hands explored each other slowly.  Fingertips caressed skin, hands
ran along limbs, feeling every bump, every dip.

Alex rolled over on top of Mulder, pressing his weight down on him.  He
let out a sigh as their erections rubbed together.  He kissed Mulder again,
this time letting his tongue move past his lips.  Pulling away, he reached
over to the night stand and brought over the tube of lubricant.

Mulder held out his hand as Alex spread three fingers liberally with the
cool slickness.  His mouth searched for his lover's again as he prepared
him.  Minutes later, Alex was moving against the fingers, whimpering to
be satisfied.

Alex sat up for a second to slick Mulder's cock, then gently slide himself
onto it.  When his lover was fully embedded, he leaned forward again, to
taste his sweet lips.

Slowly they made love, barely moving, just joined.  Lips met lips, tongues
danced with one another, sighs shared.

Alex then sat up.  Entwining Mulder's fingers with his own, he rocked
back and forth, then set a fast pace up and down on Mulder's cock.  He
threw his head back as his prostate was teased over and over again.

Mulder looked up into Alex's eyes, they blazed an emerald glass green.  He
was so beautiful.  He untangled one hand and began stroking Alex's cock.
He ran his hand up and over the smooth skin, his thumb spreading the pre-
cum around.  Alex then closed his eyes, his thick ridge of lashes sweeping
across his cheek.  Sweat glistened on his brow and his upper lip, sweat
Mulder wanted to lick.

Alex moved up and down for a few more thrusts until he sent him and his
lover over the edge to bliss.  Alex remained upright as his hot fluid shot
onto his own chest and Mulder's abdomen.

Mulder cried out Alex's name as he bucked his hips up and emptied
himself inside his lover.  Bright lights went off behind his eyelids for a
second, then they were gone.

Smiling, Alex looked down at the sated face of his lover.  His face was
flushed, eyes glassy.  He bent down and licked a spot of cum off of
Mulder's chin before kissing him, sharing the essence.

Mulder moaned into Alex's mouth.  He could tell this was just the
beginning of another marathon session.  He pulled away and let Alex clean
him up.  He was hungry, it was time for breakfast.  Grinning to himself, he
pondered if he could talk Alex into slathering himself in scrambled eggs
and bacon.

THE END

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