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Series/Sequel:  This is part VIII of an ongoing series (that may never end)
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Spoilers:  Let's just say the whole series & even the movie to make it easier.  Set after the movie.
Disclaimer/Warnings:  M/M sex ahead!  If you don't like slash why the hell are you reading this?  Mulder, Krycek, Scully and whoever else is mentioned in here do not belong to me they belong to Chris Carter, Fox and 1013 Productions.

Summary:  Things get interesting for Krycek who is on surveillance detail.

This is my universe and in it Krycek has BOTH arms - if you can't deal with that then too bad.  Season Six...where are you?

Aries is my mistress of power.  Thank you oh wise one for beta.
All remaining mistakes are my own.
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1:27 a.m.
Tuesday

The click of the tape recorder and movement of the wheels woke Alex from his dozing.  He sat up, dazed for a few seconds before picking up the binoculars, focusing in on his subject.  He slipped the headphones from around his neck up to cover his ears.  He had been waiting 15 hours for this.

"Home early just as the old man said."

He was watching Mulder...again.  The smoking bastard sent him here, again, to the apartment across the street for a couple of weeks.  The old man never got tired of tormenting Alex with these inane surveillance details.  Then again, Alex didn't exactly mind this particular assignment.

This time the smoking bastard put a couple of goons in a car down below to watch *him* watch Mulder.  To keep the place from burning like last time and to keep an eye on him, make sure he was doing his job.  Alex swore the fire last time was an accident but the old man wouldn't have any of it.  Punishing him by making him follow a boring, old fuck around for two weeks then letting him stew in his own juices for a couple more.  There was nothing worse than looking over your shoulder every 10 minutes.

The equipment he was working with was ancient.  Big reels of tape.  Way before digital.  The old man laughed at him when he told him what he *wanted* to use and threw the list of computer equipment he required in his face.  Why was he doing this?  He didn't need this shit, doing the dirty work of that black lunged monster.  He could take off and hide, create a new identity for himself, a new life anywhere the hell he chose to on this planet.  Why was he staying around DC working for people he hated?

He sighed, still looking through the binoculars.  Mulder was rummaging in the bedroom.  That was the reason right there.  Without Mulder he felt lost.  He could hear rustling of clothing, drawers being slammed.  Too bad for the blinds, now always tightly shut in the bedroom, or he could probably see him.  Was he naked?  His groin stirred at the thought.  Was it only a week ago they made love on the other side of those blinds?  He could hear footsteps down the hall.  Then, a minute later, the shower running.

Was it only this morning he broke into Mulder's apartment and installed 3 new bugs?  Yeah, they were up to 3 now, living room, dining room and phone.  Mulder and Scully had been sent to Phoenix on a case on Thursday.  They weren't supposed to be home until Friday.  It was now Tuesday.  The old man called him on that annoying cell phone he gave him a few days ago telling him that they had wrapped up early and he should *start the detail post-haste*.  Yeah, whatever.

Alex rubbed the back of his neck as he listened to Mulder take his shower.  He leaned back and closed his eyes, imagining the slippery soap slide across the smooth skin.  Through the hair on his chest, his legs, up between those legs to that large cock and the heavy sac that hung there....  Alex's eyes snapped open.  He couldn't think about that now.  It was driving him crazy knowing his lover was naked across the street...in the shower...wet...his skin glistening...  It took most of his willpower not to take the chair, smash all the equipment and go join Mulder under the steamy spray.

He stood up and paced for a few minutes, letting the throbbing in his groin subside.  When he was sure he wasn't going to come in his pants, he stood before the window, looking down at the man keeping an eye on him in the car.

"Ha!"  He thought.  "You have to sit in a cramped car while I have the luxury of a chair, with wheels on it, and a couch!  I also have a toilet and running water and a fridge!"

Serves that goon right.  He was a dumb, uneducated slob!  This was nightgoon's shift.  There was also daygoon who was also a slobby pile of shit.  Pure bulk, no brains - hardly any gray matter between them.  This afternoon, Alex slipped out the back door and was gone for two hours!  Daygoon didn't even notice.  He went for pizza, got some supplies for the evening, even stopped to look at magazines for a good half hour.  He walked up the street daygoon was parked on with a Grande Cafe Mocha (with an extra shot of expresso) and walked past his car.  The guy was asleep!  How sloppy!  Alex went right up to the driver's window and looked inside, sipping his coffee, his sunglasses perched on the end of his nose.

"I could kill you right here, right now and you wouldn't feel a thing," he thought.

He spun on his heel and walked into the building, up to the surveillance room.  He flopped down in the chair, still sipping his coffee for a minute before taking one of the apples from his bag of supplies.  He was about to bite into it when a wicked thought crossed his mind.  He stood up and opened the window, a grin spreading across his face.

Shooting out the back window of the car - he could do that - but this idea had that childish quality he craved.  He looked up and down the empty street before lobbing the apple out and watched it bounce off the hood of the car making a large bang and splatting on the road.  He noticed it made a dent in the hood.  Alex laughed out loud as daygoon got out of the car, and looked up and down the street, hand on his holster, sleep in his eyes.

"It's right there beside the fucking car you moron," he said out loud.  The daygoon got back in the car.

"Fuck.  Where does he get these idiots?"  He lay down on the couch, his feet up.  "These guys are just big, dumb pseudo-jocks.  No formal training, except the gang they were in as a teenager.  I don't want these guys watching *my* back when it comes down to it."

A car coming down the street snapped him back to the present.  He flopped down in the chair again and put the headphones back on.  The shower had stopped.  Mulder was rustling clothes again.  He picked up the binoculars and looked across the road.  The air conditioner and half shut blinds blocked most of the view but he could see part of the couch, the coffee table and inside the kitchen to the dining room.

Alex removed the binoculars "Shit," he thought.  "If you can see that part of the couch then....then the people in this building got a pretty good show last week....and the month before...oh my god, we've fucked on that part of the couch a dozen times."

He laughed to himself, "Well, I hope they enjoyed it."

Alex switched to the 35mm camera with the high-power lens.  This was better, it was on a tripod and didn't shake as his hands did now.  Five hours without a cigarette, doing pretty good.  Although his coffee consumption nearly doubled as a result.

Mulder strode into the living room wearing sweats and a t-shirt.  He flipped on the TV before going to the kitchen.  He looked tired.

"Go to sleep, Fox," Alex whispered.

Mulder opened the fridge and took out a beer and a bagel before going back to the living room.

"Healthy snack."

He sat down then took a sip of the beer, putting the can on the coffee table before picking up the remote and biting into the bagel.

"Might as well take a few for posterity."  He snapped the shutter three times.  *Shots 1, 2 & 3 - Mulder eating a bagel*, he wrote in his log.

Alex looked through the camera again.  Mulder popped the last bit of the bagel in his mouth before picking up his beer and settling back on the couch, remote in his hand.  Alex could only see his hand with the remote and from his hips downward at this angle.  The bookcase blocked the rest of him from view.  The headphones were an assault of Mulder's relentless flipping around the channels, at least four times.  Finally, he settled on a classic Star Trek episode.

"Good choice, Mulder, gotta love the classics.  Kirk and all those space vixens.  Every chick on that show was dressed like Nancy Sinatra - short dress, boots, big hair, lots of eyeliner.  Those tight starfleet uniforms leaving nothing to the imagination...."

Mulder let out a belch before getting up and listening to his phone messages - Alex had heard most of them first-hand on the phone-tap.

First message was from someone asking if Mulder would like to go for Cheese Steaks.  They claim to know the whereabouts of the original wrapper of the "Monica Cigar".  Must be those three kooks Mulder knows with that conspiracy paper.  "You guys are sick,"  Mulder mumbled.

Messages two and three were from rival long-distance companies.

Message four - now this is where it got interesting - Chantal phoning for Marty wondering why she hasn't heard his sexy voice in over two months.  Mulder laughed at that one before saying "Sorry Chantal, Papa's got a brand new bag."

Message five - Alex winced as he heard Skinner's voice screaming about the fuckup in Phoenix and how he and Scully had better be sitting in his office tomorrow at 9 a.m. sharp ready to explain what the hell happened.

Message six was from Scully telling Mulder she got home from the airport okay and they should meet tomorrow to go over everything before seeing Skinner.  7:30 at the office.  She'd bring the coffee if he supplied breakfast.

That was it for the messages.

He watched Mulder stand there before his desk, erasing the messages on his answering machine.  His face was growing red.  He downed the last of the beer then threw the empty can across the room.

"Fuck!"  He ran his hands through his hair.  "Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!"  Alex followed Mulder's movements as he stomped to the kitchen and grabbed another beer from the fridge.  He looked at it then put it back.  Turning to his cupboard he pulled out the bottle of Absolut Alex left there last week.

"Hey, that's *my* vodka," Alex whispered.  He could stand it no longer, he reached over and got a cigarette out of his pack then lit it.  The smoke burned his lungs as it went down.  He could hear the tinkle of glass against glass and footfalls as Mulder moved back to the living room.

He looked through the camera again and moved it to see Mulder sitting on the couch, in plain view.  He poured himself a large shot before raising the glass in the air.

"Na Zdorovia Alex, wherever you are."

"Shit," Alex whispered.  He made a note of the time and quickly wheeled back to mark the tape so he could erase that later.  "I have a feeling I'm going to do that alot."  He thought.  He took a long drag on the cigarette before stubbing it out and going back to the camera.

Mulder finished his drink then stood up and put a tape in the VCR.  Alex could hear the whirring of the motor as the tape rewound.  Mulder sat down towards the other end of the couch again, and poured himself another drink before slouching down a bit.  Alex could see from his hips down to his toes and that was about it.  The blue flicker of the television pulsated throughout the room as the tape stopped and was played.  Alex could hear music but couldn't directly see the screen.  Then the sound of the tape fast-seeking for a minute.  When it stopped he could hear two men moaning.

"Oooooooh Fox, a little frustrated aren't we?"

He watched as Mulder put the now empty glass on the table.  That same hand went to his crotch, stroking himself through the fabric.

"Baby, don't do that."  Alex watched as Mulder pulled his sweats down a few inches to expose his cock.  It was half hard.  Alex's own cock stirred.  Moaning was still coming from the television, he could hear skin slapping against skin.

Mulder started stroking himself gently, bringing on a pretty good erection.  He then started stroking harder, making small grunting sounds.

"Fox, don't....shit." Alex whispered.  "I should be doing that."  His own erection was starting to throb seeing Mulder jerk off.  He absentmindedly reached down and readjusted himself.

Mulder let out a gasp as he came, the cum oozing over his hand before he reached for the box of kleenex on the table.

"Fuck this.  I should be making love to him, not watching him jerk off."  Alex watched as Mulder cleaned himself up then returned his cock to his sweats.  He heard him sigh and then lay down on the couch.  After a few minutes he shut the TV off and went to sleep.

Alex also went to his couch, the long cord of the headphones stretching across the room.  He heard Mulder's heavy breaths as he slept.  Alex also fell into a slumber after awhile.

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7:39 p.m.
Tuesday

Mulder was in a shitty mood.  Today was probably a shitty day.  Alex could only guess what Skinner had put him through this morning.  Alex e-mailed him a bunch of dirty jokes to cheer him up.  Looks like he would need more than that tonight.

This morning at 6:00 when Mulder's alarm went off he pulled his gun and almost shot at the tape recorder until he realized where he was.  Holy shit, that alarm in the living room could wake the dead.  He and Mulder had the soothing sounds of the clock radio in the bedroom whenever he stayed the night.  They usually set it an hour earlier than usual to make love before Mulder had to go to work.  He heard Mulder groan before he got up off the couch and started to get ready.

Alex had to hustle.  He quickly got dressed and was down in his car before Mulder had his tie on.

This new car was a 1989 Volvo sedan with tinted windows.  Black of course.  He drove his motorcycle to New York where he traded it (and a couple of grand) for the Volvo.  His buddy knew exactly what he wanted and fixed him up nicely.  It killed him to trade the Harley but he could always get another one later.

After 10 minutes Mulder came out off the apartment, got in his car and started to drive to work.  Alex followed him, knowing his exact route and what he was going to do.  He stopped for bagels and a fruit salad (for Scully) then drove the rest of the way to work, parked in his spot and was inside his office by 7:15.  He noticed daygoon was watching him, his big dumb face in the rearview mirror.  Who taught these guys how to follow someone?  "You're too close asshole!"  Alex shook his head.  Now Alex had to wait.  He had all day to kill while Mulder was at work.

He started by driving back to the apartment across from Mulder's and going back to sleep for a good 3 hours, getting up about 11:30.  Then he showered and changed his clothes before going out.  He got some lunch, a coffee.  Then he went to the library and poked around there for awhile and used their computer before getting bored and going back to the apartment.  He walked right by the daygoon again.  Looked right at him.  He didn't do anything.  "Fuck this guy is dumber than I thought."  Alex went up to the apartment, had a nice nap before microwaving himself some dinner.  Then it was time to drive downtown and follow Mulder home.

He followed Mulder to a 7-11 where he picked up a 6 of beer.  He and waited as Mulder went through the McDonald's drive thru then followed him home.  Nightgoon was tailing them from a better distance than daygoon did.  Alex parked his car around the back and ran up to the surveillance room.  He threw himself into his chair, put on the headphones and started peering through the camera.

Mulder was in the bedroom, probably changing.  He appeared in his usual sweats and t-shirt a minute later.  Alex watched as he devoured the fast food in record time.

Alex's stomach grumbled.  He lit a cigarette - only the second one that day.

Mulder, now finished with his burger and fries, reached for the bottle of vodka that was still on the table from yesterday.  He poured himself a drink and sipped it while he watched the end of the news.

"And you get pissed at *me* for drinking!"

Mulder downed the vodka and went to the kitchen where he grabbed a bottle of water before going back to the living room.  He sat down in front of his computer and checked his messages.  Alex knew he got the dirty jokes because he started giggling uncontrollably.  Must have been funnier than he thought.  He must not have much e-mail either because it only took him 10 minutes to check his messages before turning the computer off and going back to the couch and the television.

Alex could hear the whirring of the tape in the VCR and knew what was coming.  His cock jumped at the thought of Mulder jerking off again.  He stubbed out his cigarette.

Mulder had his sweats pulled down around his hips, stroking his half-erect cock.  Alex could hear the same moans he heard yesterday coming from the television.  He undid his own jeans and slid them down revealing a rock-hard erection.  He began to stroke himself, in time with Mulder's hand, on his own cock.

"Oh baby, we should be together.  We should be doing this to each other."

Mulder started gasping, his hand working faster.

Alex pulled away from the camera, leaning back in the chair.  He closed his eyes and imagined it was he and Fox together, not across the street from each other.

Alex heard Mulder come with a grunt.  He was not far behind.  With a soft moan he came into his own hand.

Alex was leaned back, sprawled across the chair, headphones askew.  He could hear Mulder breathing heavily.  Alex looked down at himself and groaned as he got up and went to the bathroom to clean himself up.  When he got back he discovered that Mulder was still watching the porno tape.  Alex could hear the dialogue on the movie.

"Hey Alex, want to come for a ride?"

"I should study."

"Come on Alex, *I'll* help you study."

"Well...okay but I have to be back in the dorm by 10."

"Oh I'll have your pretty little ass home by then."

Alex covered his mouth as he laughed out loud.

As if Mulder heard him he turned off the tape and got up off the couch.  He went to the window and looked up and down the street as if he was looking for someone.  Alex snapped a few pictures of his sullen face, those hazel eyes without their spark.  Then Mulder went and took a shower.

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For two agonizing weeks the surveillance continued.  He hated every second of it and couldn't wait for it to be over.  Alex sent Mulder e-mails from the library telling him not to worry, he was fine and they would get together soon.  The only part he enjoyed was his nightly *date* with "Alex and Mikey" on the videotape.  If Mulder only knew...he'd probably beat his fucking head in.

Alex watched Mulder and the goons watched him.  They were now following him on his pizza and coffee runs.  He came back one evening from following Mulder to the gym to find one of them in the surveillance apartment listening to the tapes.

"What the fuck are you doing?"  Alex screamed at the intruder.

"I'm just checking to see that you're doing your job."

Alex could only see red as he ran up to the man and slammed his head into the wall.  The plaster cracked and the man made a moaning sound as he crumpled to the floor.  Stepping on the goon's head, Alex pulled his new, light Glock from his holster and pointed it at him.

"Don't you ever, ever fuck with my shit!  Got that buddy!"  Alex pushed the gun into the man's spine.  "You know.  I haven't killed anyone with *this* gun yet.  Would you like to be the first?"  He dug the gun into the man's side, itching to pull the trigger.  "If I catch you or your steroid case friend up here again, I will kill you and everyone you are related to.  A limb on your family tree will cease to exist!"

He took his foot off of the man's head.

"Get up and get the fuck out of here."

The man groaned, dazed by his head meeting the wall.

Alex grabbed him from under his armpit and yanked him up.  The man wouldn't stand so he dragged him to the door and threw him into the hallway, slamming the door behind him.

"Fucker.  I'm going to kill him, I swear."

Now he was driving to meet the smoking bastard for a *meeting*.  Shit it was only 7:30 a.m.  He had just followed Mulder to work when the cell phone rang.  It was the old man asking him to come and have breakfast with him.  He was nervous.  He didn't like meeting with him.  He pulled into the parking lot of the old K-mart, where the smoking bastard was waiting.

"Nice car Alex."

"It gets me around.  What do you want?"

"Patience.  Would you like to go somewhere and have a little breakfast?"

"I'm not hungry."

"Well then.  Let's get down to business."  He lit a cigarette bringing an intense craving to Alex who shoved it down with every ounce of willpower he had.

"Are you sure you don't want anything Alex?"

"No."

"The surveillance we have on Mr. Mulder is not fruitful.  He doesn't talk about his cases outside the office like some agents.  What I'm interested in is what he saw in Phoenix two weeks ago.  We have a suspicion that he may have seen more than he should have."

"He hasn't said one word about Phoenix.  How do we know he even saw anything?  All we know is that Skinner is pissed for some reason."

"Precisely.  Skinner sent them there to gather information and is *pissed* as you say because we found out they were there.  One of our operatives saw them poking their noses where they shouldn't be.  They left soon after that."

"So what does this have to do with me?"

"I want you to personally handle this Alex.  I want you to use whatever means necessary to extract information from Mr. Mulder."

"You mean beat it out of him?"

"By whatever means necessary."

Alex looked at the man before him.  Pale, craggy skin, that leer of a mouth.  He just wanted to blow his fucking head off he hated him so much.  "I want you to call off the goons.  I want to do it by myself."

"I'll call off the *goons*, but if you disappoint me I will send them after you."

"Please do."  Alex's eyes looked like hard, cut green glass.  The glare he was giving the old man was enough to put a tiny twinge of fear into him.

"Don't kill them Alex.  Or Mulder for that matter.  We need everyone alive...for now."  He flicked his cigarette butt on the ground then got into his car and drove away.

Alex watched him drive off before getting in his own vehicle.  He sat in the drivers seat of his Volvo, hands on the steering wheel, staring out the front windshield.

"What the fuck do I do now?"  He put his head down on the steering wheel and thought of a plan.

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7:30 p.m.

Alex stood in the shadows of the parkade at the back of Mulder's apartment block.  He had thought of a plan and hoped to hell it worked.  Those fucking goons were just over there.  They weren't supposed to be here, the old man was supposed to call them off.  Now he was going to have to put on a show.

He had spent the day removing the bugs from Mulder's apartment, scanning the place with his new bug scanner.  He then scanned his car and found a tracking device that he knew would be there.  After he cleaned his car he re-edited the tapes.  Last night when Mulder came he shouted *Alex* and he had to remove it.

He peeked around the corner again at the two burly guys in the car in the corner.  "Gee, you guys are smart."  Alex said to himself.  "You parked your car under the light so everyone can see you...real smart."

Suddenly, Mulder's car swung in and into a parking spot.  Alex slowly drew his gun and waited.

Mulder got out of the car and shut the door.  He slung his jacket over his shoulder and began walking towards the building when Alex grabbed him.  He held him, whispering in his ear to play along.  Mulder spun around to see Alex holding a gun on him.

"You're coming with me."  He waved the gun over to the Volvo.

"Gee Krycek, aren't you going to kiss me hello first?"

Alex looked at Mulder.  His eyes were blazing, he looked so fucking sexy, if those goons weren't right over there he would just drop to his knees and start sucking on his cock.  "Turn around."

"You're not going to get kinky on me are you?"

Alex cuffed Mulder's hands together behind his back.

"Get in the car Mulder.  Don't try anything."

"Ooooh, you are going to get kinky on me!"

"Shut up and get in the fucking car!"  He jabbed his gun into Mulder's side for good measure before shoving him in the passenger's side and shutting the door behind him.

Alex got in the driver's side and, with tires squealing, sped out of the parkade and down the street.

Mulder, not having any hands free, was thrown against the door of the car.  "Jesus Christ Alex, you trying to kill me or something?"

"See the two morons in the Mercury behind us, they're following me.  We have to lose them."

Alex quickly swerved in and out of traffic, down side streets, through a bad neighborhood and finally to the highway.  He lit a cigarette, not caring if Mulder liked it or not.  He rolled the window down just the same.

"I think they're gone."

"They were gone 10 minutes ago.  Where did you learn to drive like that?"

"The movies."

"Should we be talking...if there are people following you they could have bugged your car."

"They did.  I found it 2 hours ago.  They haven't had a chance to re-install anything since.  That's why the two goons were watching me."

"So what's the occasion.  You're not going to kill me are you?"

Alex took another drag on the cigarette before flicking it out the open window.

"No.  Where's that park we went to?"

"You sure you want to go back there?"  Mulder laughed, attempting humor.

"We need to talk."

Mulder stopped laughing, this was serious.  "It's just over the hill.  About two miles."

"The old man wants to know what you know about Phoenix."

"Nothing happened in Phoenix.  We...we were called home early.  That's all I'm giving you."

They rode in silence until they were safely in the park.  Alex cut the engine. It was barely light, twilight making dark shadows.  The dark tint of the windows didn't help much either.

"Are you going to un-cuff me?"

"Maybe.  I am supposed to interrogate you."

"What if I won't spill?"

"I'm supposed to use whatever means necessary."  Alex shifted in his seat, reached over and ran his finger down Mulder's chin.

Mulder guessed this wasn't so serious after all.  "You'll never get me to talk."

Alex could just see Mulder's eyes, burning with desire in the faint light.  He undid Mulder's tie and flung it aside.  Then leaned in and licked a trail up his neck to his earlobe where he whispered "I might have to torture you."

"I'll never tell you no matter how much pain you..."  Mulder sucked in his breath as Alex caressed the bulge in the front of his dress pants.  "...you inflict on me."

Alex ripped open Mulder's shirt, buttons flying everywhere.  He covered Mulder's mouth with his own, slipping his tongue in for a moment before pulling away.

"Are you sure you won't talk?"

"Never."

"I'll just have to fuck it out of you then."

"You can try."

Alex pulled Mulder's shirt open and ripped the undershirt down the middle.  His mouth assaulted Mulder's nipples, biting and tugging at them, bringing them to hard peaks.

Mulder threw his head back, a moan escaped his lips.

Alex removed Mulder's SIG from the holster and placed it on the dashboard of the car.  He then unbuckled the belt, unbuttoned his pants and zipper.  He slid Mulder's pants, down revealing gray cotton jersey boxer shorts.

"Underwear Mulder?  I'm disappointed."

"I gotta wear them to work you know."

"New FBI regulation?"

"I don't want to get wounded and have no underwear on."

"I guess I can see your point.  Let's move to the back seat where we have more room."

He reached over and un-cuffed one of Mulder's hands, leaving the other half dangling from his wrist.  Both men moved to the back seat, Mulder leaving his pants in the front.

Mulder started kissing Alex on the mouth, his tongue probing the moist heat.  His hands moved down Alex's body, pausing to tweak a nipple before ripping his shirt over his head.  He moved his mouth down, leading a trail with his tongue to Alex's nipples.  He stopped there and sucked on one while he undid Alex's jeans.

Suddenly Alex pushed him away.

"Put your hands over your head."

"Why?"

"Just do it.  Or do you want me to get my gun?"

"Depends on what caliber you're talking about."

Alex pushed his Glock in Mulder's side.  "Do it."

"Ooooh you're scaring me Alex."  Mulder put his hands over his head.

Alex swiftly cuffed Mulder to the hand hold above the window.

"You like cuffing me don't you?"

"Need I remind you that *you* tied *me* to a tree?"

Mulder laughed.  "Yeah but you liked it."

Alex slid out of his jeans and ripped Mulder's underwear off.  He ran his Glock up and down Mulder's abdomen, teasing him with it.  He ran it down around his balls, up along his hardness and back to his chest.

The feel of the hard plastic of the body and the cold metal of the barrel sent shivers up Mulder's spine.  Visions of his balls being blasted off his body ran through his head.

"I'm getting nervous Alex."

"Why?"

"I'm not fond of guns being pulled on me by my lover."

"Relax."

"I can't relax Alex.  Put the gun away."

"Hmmm...Fox Mulder's getting scared.  That turns me on you know."  Alex said as he lapped at one of his nipples.

"Well then you should be frothing at the mouth."

"I am."  Alex ran the gun down again to rest against Mulder's now weeping cock.

"Please."

"Relax, my finger's not even on the trigger."

"Just the same..."

"You're no fun."

"I've seen Pulp Fiction too many times."

"I'm not a heroin addict and I don't drive a Nova."

Alex put his gun on the front seat and began snaking his tongue down Mulder's chest to the curly golden brown hairs at his lap.

"So Mulder...are you gonna talk...or do I have to fuck it out of you?"

"I told you, you could try."

Alex swung Mulder's legs along the back seat and straddled him, taking the very tip of his cock in his mouth.

"Alex..." he sighed.

Alex stayed at the tip, flicking his tongue over the slit in the top and sucking on it.  Very slowly he inched down, licking and sucking, driving Mulder mad with each stroke of his tongue.

It took everything inside Mulder not to fuck Alex's mouth.

Alex held Mulder's balls in his hand, stroking them, feeling the hairs that covered them.  When he felt them tighten in his hand, he released him from his mouth.

"Noooo.  Alex.  I'm so close."

"I know."  He leaned forward, careful not to touch Mulder's erection and kissed him deeply.

"Bastard" Mulder hissed through his teeth.

Again and again Alex brought Mulder to the brink before pulling back, leaving him to groan in agony and writhe on the back seat of the car.

"Are you gonna talk?"

"I'll tell you everything.  We went to Phoenix.  Our meal on the plane was horrible.  We ate Eggs Benedict for breakfast on Saturday...Scully got a papercut on a file folder...what more do you want to know?"

"Hmmmm.  Sounds like you're stalling."

"Alex please."  Mulder whimpered.

Alex couldn't stand it any longer.  His cock ached, his own body cried out to be joined with Mulder's.  He kissed him hungrily, his tongue reaching down his throat.  He pulled away and uncuffed Mulder, bringing him up so he was draped over the seats.  Alex took the lube out of his jeans pocket on the floor and coated two fingers.  He teased Mulder's opening until it relented to one finger, then another.

"Oh yeah Alex."

Mulder started humping the fingers right away, pushing them deeper and deeper into himself.

Alex prepared his cock and entered Mulder with one shove.

"What were you doing in Phoenix, Mulder?"  Alex groaned.

"Jerking off, thinking of you."  Mulder sighed as Alex started moving in and out of him.

"Hmmmm."  Alex thrust into Mulder, sweat starting to form on his brow.  Condensation had formed on the inside of all the windows from their breath.

"What else?"

"I jerked off in the shower....in my bed...I...uh...I tried to go to a....D....D... Diamondbacks game...aaaahhhh."

"Tell me....more..."  Alex was slamming into Mulder now, his thighs slapping against his ass cheeks.

"I...uh....I....fuck...Alex!"  Mulder came onto the upholstery on the back of the seat.

Mulder's ass clenched around Alex's cock.  Alex stopped for a minute, letting Mulder have his glory, then continued.

"Well Mulder that really pissed me off.  I just got this car."  He began thrusting into Mulder's ass, wanting himself to come.  He was using all of his strength, slamming into Mulder, rocking the car back and forth.

"You'd...better...tell...me...everything....nuuuhhhh Fox."  Alex came, sparks going off behind his eyelids.  He collapsed on top of Mulder.  A drop of sweat fell on Mulder's back.

Alex pulled out when the sensations finally ran through his body.  He gently led them both back to sit on the seat.  Alex kissed Mulder before putting his arms around him and resting his head against his chest.

Mulder spoke.  "I haven't done that since I was seventeen."

"What?"

"Get laid in the back of a car."

"I thought you meant the handcuff part."

They sat there for a minute caressing each other.

"So.  What brought this whole thing on?  Why is he interested in Phoenix?"

"You're supposed to tell me.  Something you saw."

"We didn't see anything.  Our contact got killed 10 minutes before we met him.  We found him in his car with half of his head missing."

"Why were you meeting him?"

"That's all I'm giving you Skippy.  I don't care if you fuck me 16 ways 'till Sunday.  I'm not telling you."

"I guess that's fair.  I probably wouldn't tell *me* anything either."

"What are you going to say to the smoking bastard?"

"I'll think of something."

"In the meantime, come to my place.  My bed is more comfortable than the back of this car."

"You're lucky I didn't take the Mercedes convertible."

"It's been too long."  Mulder kissed the top of Alex's head and ran his hands down his bare back.  "You haven't slept over in weeks."

"I dunno, those guys are probably watching."

"Drop me off then drive around for awhile like you did that weekend we went to the beach.  You can sneak in."

"Close the blinds in the living room before I get there."

"What?"

"Please don't hit me Mulder, I've been through agony the past two weeks."

"Were you watching me again?"

"Yes."  Alex put one hand up to shield his face, the other went to cover his balls.

Mulder sighed and sat there for a minute.  It was really dark, he couldn't see his hand in front of his face.  What the hell was he going to do with this guy?

"Fuck Alex, couldn't you have told me?  Two weeks is a long time."

"I know.  I'm sorry.  I'm trying to survive out here you know."

"I know."

Mulder held Alex tighter and kissed the top of his head.

"Aren't you going to hit me?"

"No.  Your punishment will come later."

"I don't have any duct tape in my car."

"Don't worry Alex.  I will think of something.  For now I think you should suck my dick."

"Right now?  Already?"  Alex felt down Mulder's abdomen to the throbbing member below.  He grabbed on to it and stroked it gently.  Mulder let out a small sigh.

"What brought this on?"

"Thinking of what I'm going to do to you...at a later time."

Alex started licking his way down Mulder's torso to the hardness that he craved.

"Hmmm.  Anything that does this to you I'm going to like."

"Oh, you'll like it."

Alex took the whole member in his mouth, taking it deeper down into his throat.  Using long strokes, he moved his mouth up and down over Mulder.

"That's it...that's it Alex.  Suck it Alex."  Mulder wove his hands through the dark hair he couldn't see but could feel bobbing up and down over his lap.

He swirled his tongue over and around the head again and again before nibbling at the underside of the head.  He brought his tongue up and over the head to tease the slit and down again, following the vein down the back.

Mulder then pulled on the hair in his hand, releasing Alex from his cock.  He brought his face up to his own, thrusting his tongue down his throat, tasting himself in Alex's mouth.

"Come here.  Let me fuck you.  Let me feel you."

Alex straddled Mulder's lap and lowered himself gingerly on Mulder's wet cock.  Alex leaned over Mulder's shoulder to clear the roof of the car.  He started moving himself up and down over Mulder.

"Yeah baby....oh yeah."

Mulder was gasping as he squeezed Alex to his chest and his cock between their still sweaty torsos.  They moved as one, up and down, in and out.  The sweat started to roll off of each man, mingling with each other.

Alex was right on the edge and was going to go over pretty soon.

"Oh baby...you feel so good...so good..."  The warm fluid spurted up, covering their abdomen and chest area.

"Alex....Hmmmm."  Mulder was right there, coming deep inside his lover.

They sat there joined, breathing heavily, the condensation dripping down the inside of the car windows.

"It's sure is steamy in here."

"Hmmmm.  I'll have to wash the car again tomorrow."

Mulder kissed Alex's cheek, feeling the dampness that had trickled down from his brow.

"You're pretty steamy too."

"It's hard work you know."

They sat there, joined until Mulder said "Come on, Alex, let's go home."

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