Cabbages and Kings

Part 8/?


I broke into Mulder's apartment that evening, and decided to wait for him to appear, instead of leaving the journal and disappearing.

When he entered, his shoulders were hunched and his head was lowered. He looked completely exhausted.

I was really worried when he didn't even glance up as I walked past him to enter the kitchen. It wasn’t sure if he was so tired he didn’t notice me, or so tired, he didn’t care. I returned to find him lying on the couch with his arm covering his face.

I popped off the cap of the beer bottle and pushed it against his elbow. He slowly moved his arm to glance up at me. "What do you want?" he asked without interest.

Instead of responding, I asked a question of my own. "What happened?"

"What, you don't know?" he mocked.

I rolled my eyes. He really thought the world revolved around him, didn't he? Not that it didn't, mind you, but still... "I'm not exactly in on the old men's plans, Mulder. They don't particularly like me, much less trust me."

Mulder shrugged and took the bottle from me. "It didn't actually have to do with the Consortium." He took a swig of beer. "It was just a tough case. I did the profile on a guy who raped and killed six girls and two young boys."

A case which must have reminded him of past fears for his own sister. No wonder the case had taken such a toll on him. I stood there, silently watching as he drank the beer.

He hadn't attacked me, or even called me any names yet. That must be a good sign, right? I decided to push my luck even further, and suggested, "come into the bedroom. I brought you something."

His eyes lit up with curiosity. "Chains for the bed?"

I scowled. There was no way I would let myself be tied up again. "Funny, Mulder, funny."

He let me pull him to his feet and followed me to his room.

I grabbed the journal from the dresser and handed it to him.

Mulder turned it over and back again, staring at it in surprised. "Where, how..." he carefully paged through it. "It's all in Russian," he realized, sounding disappointed.

I took the translated papers and handed them over. "With the help of the Internet and my own knowledge of the language, I think I got most of it pretty close to what he meant to convey. He was pretty detailed about his... his time with Fox.”

Mulder carefully set the original journal back onto the dresser, reaching around me to do so, and looked through the transcribed papers. "How much time did this take you?" he asked with awe.

His reaction made my time worth it. "A week, or so."

"Where did you find it? Did you go back to the ship?"

I shuddered. "No. I-uh, well, when you said Lexi was an archeologist, I thought I might know what journal Scully was talking about. It was in a storage shed with a bunch of my parents stuff."

"You had the journal all the time?"

Uh-oh. "Alexie was the brother of my," I hesitated to count, "great-great-great grandmother."

"Why not tell me this earlier?" Mulder demanded.

"I wasn't exactly thinking about old family legends at the time, Mulder. It wasn't until later that I even considered the possibility," I defended myself.

Mulder's lower lip protruded in his world-famous pout and he reached behind me again, this time to set down the translated copy and he pulled me into an embrace.

I flinched out of habit, but relaxed when he began rubbing my back. Pulling back a little, I realized he was smiling at me.

"Thank you, Alex," he whispered and kissed me.

I opened my mouth to allow him entrance and it wasn't long before we had each other naked and parting for air.

Mulder pushed me back onto the bed and I followed quickly.

This would be my first time with Mulder, when my hand was free. I caressed his back, pinched his nipples and fondled his balls--all to his vocal delight.

"Oh yeah--that's good," he gasped when I took hold of his cock and squeezed a few times. He moaned in disappointment when I released it in favor of pulling his head closer so I could kiss him.

Eventually, Mulder pulled away and began kissing and licking my belly. He moved lower, his tongue leaving a wet trail in his wake- until I felt my own cock engulfed by his mouth.

"Mulder, please..." it was my turn to plead now, as I thrust into his mouth, and tried not to come, "fuck me, please... fuck me now."

Mulder released me slowly and glanced at me from beneath lowered lashes. "I want *you* to fuck *me*, are you okay with that?"

Oh God, this had to be a dream. Did Mulder just ask me to fuck him? "Are you sure?" I asked.

Mulder smiled at me. "Yeah, I'm sure. I'm not your master, Alex, and you're not my slave. I want you to fuck me," he reiterated.

Mmm, I like the sound of him saying that. I sat up and flipped Mulder onto his back. He grabbed a bottle of lube from his dresser drawer, without displacing me, and squeezed some onto my hand.

I prepared him and watched him writhe beneath me. His eyes were shut, his legs spread and he arched into my every touch. His desire was breathtaking.

"Alex, would you fuck me already!" Mulder finally moaned. I slathered my dick with lube and moved to straddle him. I centered myself and began pushing in. He was super tight, and I didn't want to hurt him, so I watched his expression carefully. I paused a few times, needing to regain control until finally, my balls rested against his ass.

"You okay?" I asked a shiver going through me as I felt the thrill of possessing this man.

Mulder opened his eyes and gazed at me, dreamily. "Oh yeah," he sighed.

I leaned down to kiss him. He kissed me back and I was positive this would all work out.

I balanced my only arm and pulled out, only to thrust back in again--the next time I angled my entry carefully and listened with satisfaction to Mulder's cry of pleasure.

"You'll have to jerk yourself off," I gasped and thrust again. A loud moan was his response, and his hand found his cock.

It wasn't long before Mulder shouted, his ass muscles clenching tightly around my dick. I grunted as I came and literally saw stars.

I finally collapsed on top of him, panting. So, this is what it's like to fuck Mulder. Wow.

Mulder allowed me to lay on him for a few minutes before he groaned. "Off, Alex, or I'll be peeling you off me, later."

I sighed, but rolled over onto the mattress. I opened my eyes to see a small smile on Mulder's face as he got up. He disappeared into the bathroom and I heard the shower running. I knew I should follow him, but I was too satiated to move.

Some time later, Mulder returned with a damp rag and he cleaned me up- just like Captain Fox always did. Well, that was one habit I appreciated. Once he had tended me, I pulled him onto the bed to lie next to me again.

We slept for a few hours, until I felt him stirring. Mulder turned on a light and got out of bed. I opened my eyes to see him heading toward the dresser where the journal lay. He returned to me and lay next to me again, propping the pillows so he could sit up. I moved so I could lean against him. He made no protest, so I stayed.

He silently read the book and once he finished, he set it aside and said, "We have to go to Egypt."

I nodded. "I booked us a flight for next weekend, one way. That should give you enough time to give Skinner notice for your vacation. I also printed out some info on that area and some old archeological archives that a friend of mine is aware of. He should have some stories for us to check on, too," I explained. I think I had covered everything. Hopefully he would be pleased with what I had done.

"You've been busy," his voice was dry, but when I looked at his expression, I was assured when he smiled.

I nodded; glad he appeared to be pleased.