Title: Cereal Killer Author: Jennifer Pairing: M/K (Alex's POV) Rating: NC-17 Archive: If you want it, just holler. Feedback: It does a writer good. gemvir@execulink.com Notes: Many thanks to Nicole & Orithain for their beta magic. One day I'll get the "tenses" straight. LOL Any remaining mistakes are due to poor grammar lessons as a kid. :) ***** Cereal Killer I am a man on a mission. A mission that puts me in the clutches of danger or at the very least salmonella poisoning. I am rooting through Fox Mulder’s nearly empty fridge, trying to find something edible. Damn! Doesn’t that man eat anything but Chinese? After gagging from the stench of an item that could’ve been cheese in a past life, I carefully smell an open carton of milk. It doesn’t smell too bad. Upon closer inspection of the expiration date, I decide the liquid is drinkable. This will work. I close the fridge door and squint at the cupboard in front of me. A glass of milk would do my body good, but I’m looking for something more substantial. Cautiously opening the first cupboard, I peek inside. At first glance I see nothing, not even a bone. But hiding in the shadows, its face cowering from the sudden light streaming in, a box of cereal lies. I reach in to bring the box out of hiding. Fruit Loops. An *unopened* box of Fruit Loops, so they should be edible. I laugh at the irony of the cereal brand Mulder has stashed in his cupboard. The FBI frowns at homosexuality, so Mulder is very careful about hiding his preference for men from his colleagues. Even Scully has no idea. The only person who has any idea is me, Alex Krycek. That’s why I’m standing in my boxers in Mulder’s kitchen. Last night’s bedroom activities have made me hungry. And not just for food. I could eat Fox for breakfast every morning. I pour myself a big bowl of cereal to take with me into the dimly lit living room. I sit on the leather sofa, cringing a little at the flesh-meets-leather sound it makes, as I mold my body into the worn material. I sigh and settle the bowl between my knees, grabbing the spoon for my first mouthful. To my empty stomach, the cereal is heaven-sent. I stop shoveling in the sugary cereal when I hear a creak behind me. “I thought you left.” I turn to admire the owner of the worried and sleepy voice. In his distressed state of feeling deserted, Mulder has hastily pulled on a pair of sweats, leaving his chest bare. I smile at the sight of *my* love marks all over Mulder’s upper torso. “No.” I shake my head to confirm the obvious. “I always get up before the sun. No matter how little sleep I get.” I grin as Mulder lets out a nervous laugh. “Come here.” In one swift motion, I pull the approaching man down for a crushing kiss; the cereal bowl temporarily forgotten in my lap. “Morning,” I coo. Mulder licks his lips to taste the residual sugary sweetness of my cereal. “Mmm. You taste good.” “Yeah? You want to share?” Mulder nods and watches wide-eyed as I pick up a soggy “O” of cereal with my fingers. He gasps softly when the cereal--my fingertips--brushes lightly against his lips. Mulder slowly lets his tongue creep out for the tasty offering. That mouth. That tongue. So gorgeous. I moan as my penis hardens at the sight. With a slight flick of his tongue, the “O” disappears into Mulder’s moist opening. But he doesn’t stop there. Mulder quickly sucks my fingers into his mouth, tasting milk and me all at once. The sudden contact makes me spill some cereal into my lap. I inhale sharply at the liquid coldness, and reluctantly pull my fingers away. “Fuck, Mulder. You made me make a mess in my lap!” “Really? Well, let me clean that up for you.” After a chaste kiss, Mulder turns his full attention to my crotch. He grabs the cereal bowl and flings it across the room. Milk and Fruit Loops land all over the coffee table, as the bowl crashes against the far wall. Within seconds, Mulder’s hands are pulling at my waistband, getting closer to the throbbing member inside. “Oh god.” I love when Mulder takes control. I squirm a little under the groping hand, trying to get immediate flesh-on-flesh contact. I groan when Mulder squeezes my cock and rubs his finger over the weeping slit. “Oh...M-M-Mulder. Please, fuck me.” Mulder wastes no time responding to my request. He yanks down my boxers with fierce passion. The movement is strong enough to pull me down flat onto the sofa with a loud squeak. I chuckle at the sound. “Don’t wake the neighbours, Mulder.” “Oh, they haven’t heard anything yet. I plan on making you scream.” I shudder at the delicious idea, while my cock waves its approval at Mulder. I lift my head to gaze wantonly at Mulder’s now uncovered--and erect--cock. I lick my lips. Mulder reaches under the sofa for the lube he leaves there for such wild occasions. Not that there have been many in the past, but I can guarantee he’ll have some great times with me in his life now. I watch as he admires my lean, muscular body spread before him. “Sexy Alex. What would you like me to do to you?” “Everything. Touch me.” I writhe. I pinch my left nipple while my other hand snakes down to my throbbing cock. Instead of touching my own hot flesh, I feel soft hair. Seconds later, my body spasms as Mulder deep throats me. That gorgeous mouth. I stifle a scream with my fingers, holding back the impulse to thrust my hips wildly upwards. With a barely audible slurping noise, Mulder releases my cock. “Don’t hold back, Alex. I want to wake the whole floor with our lovemaking.” I whimper and nod. My expression is of total love and wanting. Mulder must feel the craving in his own body as well. He wants me screaming under him. He opens the tube of lubricant and squeezes some onto his fingers. The cool gel drips onto my stomach, and Mulder watches as the muscles tighten in response to the contrasting temperatures. He lifts my legs gently to spread the lube into my tight opening. I breathe heavily, waiting for the probing finger to hit my prostate. When it does, I groan loudly and push forward. “Yesss...Mulder. More.” My lover complies by adding another finger, scissoring them to loosen and tease me with soft touches to my sensitive gland. While watching me writhe under his touches, Mulder caresses his own cock, spreading pre-cum down the shaft. He won’t last much longer. I let out a shocked moan as Mulder removes his fingers, and quickly replaces them with his large erection. The room fills with loud grunts of pleasure coming from both of us. Mulder, taking full control, doesn’t let me have the opportunity to touch myself. His own hands roam, pinch and caress every inch of my body. He bends down to lick at the wet tip of my cock while he thrusts deeper into me. The sudden tightening of muscles around his cock signals to Mulder that I’m close. He straightens to put his whole weight into the final few thrusts and squeezes my cock. That’s all I need. With a scream to wake the dead--not just the neighbours--I spray my stomach with my own seed. In response, Mulder lets out a strangled cry as his orgasm crashes through his system. The effort leaves Mulder breathless, and he collapses onto me. I wake my lover with small kisses scattered across his forehead and cheek, then a soft nudge against his thigh. “Wake up, lover. Or we’ll stick together.” “Hmm...that wouldn’t be so bad...” I smile at the sleepy voice that vibrates against my chest and pat the owner’s head lovingly. “No? Well then, how would we go shopping?” “Shopping?” “Yes, Mulder. If you expect me to stay the night again, we’re going to have to go grocery shopping.” The End