making pretty people do naughty things

"Come on. You can fill me in while I shower."

The word, "Okay," somehow rises up and manages to skirt past the sudden lump in my throat. He's caught me off guard.

Seeing Fox Mulder when he's been swimming is enough of a challenge for me. That goddamn red speedo he's wearing today is already going to be the feature of my jerk off fantasies tonight, and now he's practically inviting me to check out the rest of him. Not that there isn't much the fucking speedo can leave to the imagination. But, now, to know that I'll be standing there when I watch him peel it off and clean up makes me wonder if I'll be able to hold it together. Yeah, I know I've been well-trained to play the part of the junior agent, and acting as if I've got some kind of schoolyard crush on my partner could go over well for me. What the fuck happens if it's not an act? I don't need this complication. I've seduced far more important people than Special Agent Fox Mulder, and he's the one I get a boner thinking about at night? Life's cruel, sure. But it's also a goddamn tease.

"Alex? Are you coming?"

Not yet. Gimme time.

The sharp tone of Mulder's voice gets me moving, and I follow him towards the men's locker room. It's deserted when we get there, almost as if some mystical force has decided that the two of us will need a little privacy. He regards me with a half-smile and I almost expect him to quote that line from Airplane!

Alex, have you ever seen a grown man naked?

He has to know he's pushing my buttons. Doesn't he?

His back is to me when the speedo is quickly peeled off and dropped onto the bench in front of his locker, giving me a spectacular view of his ass. The cheap suit I'm wearing could be in danger of getting a hole ripped in the front of it. If that was an exaggeration, it would be funny. I'm not so sure it's funny. I still have to work with this guy, my own feelings aside. Until I get the order to fuck him, I've got to keep a lid on this. No pun intended.

He glances at me over his shoulder to see if I'm following him towards the showers, but I haven't moved. "Alex? What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing," I quickly say, and take a step towards him.

"Do you want to just wait until I'm finished?"

"No!"

One of his eyebrows goes up in response to the, um, fervor in my answer to him.

"I just mean that it's important for me to give you all the details and we shouldn't waste any more time."

The grin and nod that I get from him make me wonder just how badly I'm doing in my attempt to cover. The guy's smart. Just one of the reasons I'm getting so fucking obsessed with him. He's got to know something is up. Again, no pun, etc.

He goes to the showerhead on the farthest wall, forcing me to step inside the shower area if he's going to hear me talking to him. I should feel ridiculous that I'm fully dressed, but I don't. When he turns on the hot water and turns around so I can see every inch of him, all I can feel is a shot of lust straight to my groin. No, that's too fruity a way to say it. What actually happens is all the blood that used to be pumping around my body doing its business, has decided to take a detour and shoot straight to my cock. If he couldn't tell before that he was turning me on, there's going to be no mistaking it now. In fact, just as the steam begins to rise in the shower, I can see his eyes drifting down to my crotch. The smile he gets on his face when he sees I'm hard only makes things worse. Or better depending on your point of view.

I don't know what to do next because suddenly Mulder's soaping himself up and spending a lot of extra time on his cock. From the way his hand's moving up and down the shaft, squeezing, pulling, practically mesmerizing me as I stand there like some idiot watching, I know exactly what he's doing. At the very least, he's teasing me. But, more than likely, he's giving me everything but a fucking engraved invitation to go over there and suck him off.

He wants me. Good fucking Christ, he wants me.

I have orders not to fuck him yet, but how the hell am I supposed to play my part if we're both standing here, him with his dick in his hand, me unzipping and pulling mine out to show I'm ready to play, and I don't do anything to follow through?

They never said you couldn't suck him.

Justification for my actions is big with me, so I'm suddenly taking long steps to get to him. Fuck the suit getting wet, I've got another in my locker. I'm on my knees and he's laughing like he can't believe this is happening. I can't believe it either. He's in my mouth, tasting of soap and heat, and I swallow him like a starving man. I can hear his gasp as it mingles with the roar of the water, and I pull back so I can lick and suck the head, tasting what he's already giving up to me. I look up at him, squinting as water hits my eyes, but I can see his lips are parted and he looks like he's in heaven. Taking in his length again, I slide my hands back to grasp his ass and urge him to fuck my mouth. His hands grip my head and suddenly my eyes are stinging as he pumps his hips and forces his cock deeper and deeper, in and out, using me and giving me exactly what I've wanted. My hand works frantically on my own cock, my fist pumping. Then he's coming, flooding my mouth and still moving his hips as I swallow around him, gulping him down, and the taste of him is filling every part of me until I'm coming, too, gasping around the cock still in my mouth as my come splatters onto the tiled floor and slowly circles the drain.

When he lets go of me and his softening cock falls from my lips, I feel an aching emptiness. It's brief but enough for me to know that I didn't just suck off my latest assignment and now it's over. It feels like I want more and my goddamn heart's going to break if I don't get it. I can't let this happen. I should fucking know better. I know I could get over this feeling eventually, but he's pulling me up to him and kissing me. Just the two of us, standing under the water, lost in the steam, and kissing like we're lovers.

Jesus, Mulder. You've broken me.

Title: A Conversation
Pairing: M/Sc, genfic
Rating: PG
Author's Note: Written for TM. The agents have a very important discussion.


"I don't know, Scully. She looks pretty perfect to me."

"That's because you're being a typical male."

"I am not a typical male."

"In most cases, I would agree with that, Mulder, but in this one... Look at her."

"I am. And can I please tell you that I find it pretty hot that you're looking at her, too?"

"Male adolescent lesbian fantasies aside, my point is that her body's been so surgically altered as to make her resemble nothing close to a real woman. It's offensive to any female with an ounce of genuine feminist pride, not to mention a little sad that this woman has felt the need to destroy her body in order to appeal to the male population."

"You know, you'd look sexy in that little black number she's wearing."

"Mulder..."

"Okay, before you break out the kung fu and kick my ass, let me explain something about how the world works, Scully."

"This should be good."

"Men, such as myself, buy magazines like these for the fantasy held within their pages. I know that these photographs are airbrushed and manipulated and about as authentic as Miss December's breasts."

"So you agree with me."

"I agree that she's not exactly showcasing the assets she was born with and that surgical alteration has clearly played a huge part in her career."

"Oh brother..."

"But I don't think there's anything wrong with it. If she wants to advance her cause by going under the knife, I am going to have the decency to pleasure myself to her image."

"Okay, that's a little too much information, Mulder."

"You're the one who decided to point out her flaws. I'm just pointing out the truth."

"She doesn't have any flaws! That's the point!"

"Don't be jealous, Scully."

"I am not jealous."

"Not even a little bit?"

"Mulder, you can be a real jerk, you know that?"

"Hey, no need to get personal. I really like the way you fill out that pantsuit, if that makes you feel any better."

*thwap*

"Ow!"

"Sorry, Mulder, but it's the only way you'll learn."

"So, you're into corporal punishment?"

"Don't push it."

Title: Mad
Pairing: M/Sc, genfic
Rating: G
Author's note: Written for theatrical_muse. Mulder and Scully have a conversation in the office.


"Don't work so hard, Mulder," Scully said, amusement in her voice when she walked into the office and saw what her partner was reading.

"I'm thinking of making Alfred E. Neuman my write-in candidate for president next year," Mulder said, eyes not wavering from the spoof he was reading. "He couldn't be any worse than the usual round of idiots who'll be running."

"You might be right about that," Scully said, taking a seat across from him. "And I'm sure none of those idiots would come up with something as awe-inspiring as a 'Die Hard' spoof."

"Damn straight." Mulder put down the magazine and reached for a bag of sunflower seeds on his desk. "Did anything turn up in the autopsy? Anything interesting?"

"Nothing that could tell us anything we don't already know," Scully said with a shake of her head. "And that's what makes it interesting." At her partner's raised eyebrow, she continued. "It's the strangest thing, Mulder. All of the external trauma that told us the cause of death was exactly that. External. There was no corresponding internal damage."

Mulder frowned at that. "How is that possible?"

Scully opened her mouth to respond, then, as if realizing she didn't have a real answer, shrugged and sighed an almost but not quite defeated sigh. "I don't know. I have never seen a stabbing victim who didn't have any internal wounds to match what we clearly saw as deep, fatal knife wounds when we found him. I'm not even sure where to start theorizing."

Sitting back in his chair, Mulder linked his hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling. "Could it be a matter of his body regenerating itself post mortem?"

"You mean healing from the inside out?" Scully asked. "That's unlikely, Mulder."

Mulder looked at her and grinned. "And we've never come across anything that's unlikely."

Scully covered the smile that was threatening with a smirk and crossed her arms in front of her chest. "No wonder you're reading 'Mad,' Mulder. You are mad," she teased good-naturedly.

"True," Mulder chuckled and sat up. "But it's still better than being 'Cracked.'"

Title: Dreams
Fandom: The X Files
Pairing: Fox Mulder/Alex Krycek
Prompt: 96. - Writer's choice
Word Count: 278
Rating: G
Author's Note: Alex musing.

( Dreams )

My main/mun LJ is twelfth_sign.

That is all. :-)

Title: Between Scylla and Charybdis
Prompt: 86 - choices
Word Count: 1482
Rating: PG for some language and a little m/m-ness.
Summary: Mulder's taking care of Krycek, but it's not out of the goodness of his heart.
Author's Note: This is the sequel to the Shade prompt. Table can be found here.

( Between Scylla and Charybdis )

Title: Bless the Geeks and the Children
Fandom: The X Files
Claim: Alex Krycek/Fox Mulder
Prompt: No. 28 "Children"
Word Count: 415
Rating: G
Summary: Banter on a plane.
Author's Note: Takes place when the guys were still partners.

( Children )

Title: No I in Team
Fandom: The X Files
Pairing: Fox Mulder/Alex Krycek
Prompt: 26 - teammates
Word Count: 255
Rating: G
Author's Note: Fox and Alex scene.

( No I in Team )