Fly Away, Fly Away by Jennie and Emily

Fly Away, Fly Away

by Jennie and Emily

Pairing: Mulder/??

Rated: A - slash

Disclaimer: They're not ours - we promise to put them back after we're done playing with them

Summary: Mulder meets ... someone on an airplane. Smut will eventually ensue

Author's Notes: Purely experimental effort. Em's writing Mulder and I'm writing ...well, you'll see.

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//What the fuck?//

He'd noticed the good looking guy glaring at him and couldn't for the life of him figure out what was up. Here he was, innocently waiting to board the plane that would take him to England for his first vacation in years and some stranger was giving him the look of death.

***

This was to be a fun trip, enjoyable as well as educational. He had been honored to get the invitation to read a paper at the UFOlogy and Crop Circle Conference - one of the more prestigious ones.

He was giddy as a schoolboy until *he* showed up.

Mulder's eyes flicked onto his for the briefest moment... beautiful eyes, he'd know them anywhere.

Dark alley. Bright lights in the FBI building. Slammed up against a wall in his apartment.

***

He met the stranger's eyes for a moment then sighed and opened his book. He was damned if he would let this guy's attitude problem ruin his trip. Determinedly, he concentrated on the written word and ignored the man still staring at him with such hate and longing.

How could he just do that? Look at him so blankly, then nonchalantly open his book? Furthermore, what gave him the right?

He rose at the first boarding call and got in line. Great ... the asshole was right behind him.

As the flight was called, Mulder moved to the line to board... a tad taken aback that he fell in so readily with the man.

Matching strides unconsciously. So damned synchronous.

He stood in line behind and slightly to one side of the man, trapped in the familiar aura. English Leather. Leather itself.

Danger. The promise of it.

He had never previously been aware that danger had such a distinctive smell until he met him.

But it did.

Keeping his eyes studiously forward, he boarded the plane and searched for his seat. There ... 3D. He settled with a sigh and pulled his book out again.

Someone sat next to him and he glanced up. Shit, shit, shit. Wouldn't you just know it? The asshole. Naturally.

//Why me?//

Mulder couldn't believe it.

He had the seat right next to him. This was... maddening. Not to see the man for four months. To have him turn up now... it was...

Love. Hate.

The combined effect was intoxicating to him.

Mulder looked at him as he casually opened his book again. No doubt, it was him.

Same smell, same skin texture... same hairline he would stroke late at night, after hours of making love. Same lips, same eyelashes... same eyes. Eyes that now met his in anger.

He reached into his pocket...

Concentration proved to be impossible. The damned lunatic was still staring at him. He turned to the man, setting his book down. "What the hell is your problem? You've been glaring at me for fifteen minutes ... Mind telling me why?"

He put his gun to the man's side as he leaned in close and hissed in his ear. "How can you ask me that, Krycek? You know the rules... you set them yourself."

***

Oh man. This one was a real lunatic. A gun? Krycek? Who the fuck is this guy? "Listen, buddy, I don't know what your problem is and I don't know any Krycek. Now, get that fucking gun out of my side before I start yelling my head off."

Mulder glared at him, still jabbing the gun into his side. He said, "Listen. I don't know what kind of crap you're trying to pull this time, but I don't appreciate it. Yell if you want, but once the flight crew sees my FBI badge I'm sure you'll have more problems than my gun to your side."

***

Rolling his eyes in disgust he wondered what the hell kind of lunatic he'd had the misfortune of running up against.

The plane pulled away from the gate, heading for the runway.

***

"As I see it, you have two choices: tell me what I want to know or I turn you in to the flight crew. I'm sure they'll be *very* cooperative with the Feds on a known felon leaving the country."

He jabbed his gun into Krycek harder for emphasis.

"Now, what I want to know: Why were you coming after me here, and were you told to do so, and if so, I can guess who it was, but I want to hear you say it. You're working for him again, aren't you?"

***

Christ almighty, this guy was certifiable.

"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about. But, I can assure you that I am NOT this Krycek guy. Go ahead and arrest me .. the fingerprints will tell the truth ... And, then you'll be setting your agency up for one hell of a lawsuit, Mister."

He sighed, irritated with the whole thing. "I'm on my way to England for a well-deserved vacation and I don't appreciate you sticking a gun in my side and carrying on like a lunatic." He reached down and pushed the gun away. "Now, I'm going to read my book ... Please leave me in peace, mister. I just don't need this shit. I've had a hard year and I'm really looking forward to some peace and quiet."

He opened his book and tried like hell to ignore the maniac beside him.

***

Despite the evidence before his eyes, Mulder began to think that he just might be wrong. But, how could that be? This man looked so much like Krycek that they could be twins.

Surely he'd know if Krycek had a twin. Of course, there was the clone possibility. He'd seen enough in the past few years that he knew that cloning had become commonplace with the Consortium. Still ... Krycek was such a good actor that he just couldn't be sure ...

He absentmindedly put his weapon back in his pocket, making sure that he could grab it easily if necessary.

Staring at the man next to him, Mulder searched his features for any differences. Dammit, the guy looked *exactly* like Krycek. Mulder continued to stare with a frown on his face.

***

Trying like hell to concentrate on his book, he could feel the lunatic's eyes on him. Finally with a sigh, he put the book down and turned to face the guy. His head was starting to ache. Dammit - he was on vacation, for godssake, why did these things have to happen to him?

"What?" he asked in an exasperated tone. He reached up to rub his aching eyes with one hand.

Suddenly, the lunatic reached out and grabbed his left hand, examining it closely.

What now? He sat quietly and let the guy look at his hand, fearing that pulling away would set off another 'episode'.

"Damn," the man said, "you really aren't Krycek. His left arm is gone ... wears a prosthesis." He dropped the hand and sat back. "Jesus, mister, I am so sorry. You could be Krycek's twin. It was an honest mistake, please forgive me."

He pulled his hand back. God, how embarrassing ... this would be a long trip. He shyly looked at the stranger from under his lashes as his face flushed. "I'm a tad jumpy. Can you forgive me, sir?"

Damned if the guy didn't look like Krycek, though. He wondered...

***

Well, well, damned if the lunatic wasn't downright cute when he wasn't scowling and pointing guns. That blush was absolutely adorable. And that coy look from under his lashes ...

Still, the guy *was* a nutcase.

He sighed and smiled slightly. "I don't have a twin. I think I'd know if I did. Still, an honest mistake is just that. Let's just let it go and start over."

"Thanks, mister." The guy turned to shake his hand. "My name is Mulder."

Well, that was an unusual name, and sounded a little familiar oddly enough. He couldn't give his own in return and blithely offered the first name that came to mind. "I'm called Mac."

They shook genially, if a bit guardedly. "So," he asked Mulder, "you're with the FBI, huh? Going to England on business or pleasure?"

"A little of both. I'm giving a paper on crop circles at a conference in London then I'm going to visit some old friends in Oxford."

"Oxford?" //Crop circles?//

"Yeah ... I went to school there." Mulder smiled. "I haven't been back since graduation so it'll be nice to visit old haunts get reaquainted with old friends ... You know?"

"Yeah, sounds like you'll be having a good time. I've always been a bit of an anglophile, myself. When I got this vacation time and actually had some money in the bank, I decided to go for it." He grinned at Mulder. "It'll be purely a sight seeing trip for me. I'm going to stay based in London and take day trips to wherever strikes my fancy."

Mulder smiled. "Sounds like fun." He looked at Mac inquisitively. "What do you do for a living, if I may ask?"

"I'm in law enforcement, actually. I live in Toronto, Canada." Mulder's eyes narrowed with suspicion at his somewhat short answer. He quickly offered more information, hoping to see that pretty smile once again. "I work mostly undercover these days ... narcotics, theft, organized crime. That kind of stuff. I imagine it's somewhat similar to your FBI."

Mulder nodded. "Well, not in my particular division, although there are agents who do that kind of work."

"So, what division are you with?" Mac asked.

[Should I tell him? Well... I'll probably never see the man again as long as I live ... what could it hurt?]

"Um ... its called The X-Files. Its cases that have some paranormal element; cases that defy normal investigative procedures. You know ... spontaneous human combustion, extraterrestrials, parallel universes, disturbances in the space/time continuum ... that sort of thing."

He braced himself for the incredulous and disbelieving look he was sure he'd get.

"Ah, yeah I have heard of the X Files. That must be why your name sounded so familiar." Mac nodded. "That explains the crop circle thing then. I was a little curious about that, I have to admit."

Mulder was a tad taken aback. Not many people had heard of the X-Files, and those who had ... he was about to give a paranoid response when the stranger continued.

"So, I suppose you get a lot of harassment about your X Files, huh?"

He looked at Mulder and breathed a sigh of relief. Apparently he'd managed to give the right response because that pretty smile was indeed back.

Mulder grinned. He really did need to stop being so paranoid. Maybe if he weren't so paranoid, he'd have more friends...

"All the time. It'd be funny if it weren't so sad. I mean, a lot of people just don't want to believe ... you know?"

"So ... what about you, Mac?" he asked lightly. "What do you believe?"

"Well, now, that's a damn good question." Mac made a show of considering his response. "I believe in many things, actually. I believe that evil is a power beyond imagining in this world. I believe that there are other worlds out there and I believe that they visit earth pretty regularly ... Don't ask me why I think they find us so damned fascinating, I haven't the vaguest idea." He looked up and smiled at Mulder. "And, most important, I believe that love is the single most important human emotion. Because, without love we're no better than the evil we fight every day of our lives." v Mulder considered this. What an open-minded guy! And what ... good answers. He liked him a lot already.

"If only half the people I worked with were as open-minded as you," he began, looking at Mac with his trademark pout. "Many people just write me off as a nutcase or lunatic..."

He turned away for a moment, then watched Mac out of the corner of half-lidded eyes as he said, "It's so hard to find someone who truly understands you these days ... someone who feels love as a vital force as well."

Whoa. Mac sat back in his seat. Damn. He'd never in all his life seen a pout quite like the one Mulder had just exhibited. Whatever it was Mulder had just said was completely lost as Mac contemplated the pout. And the heavy lidded look was just icing on the cake .. or, was it the final nail in his coffin? He couldn't have cared less at this point ... he just wanted to sit there and enjoy the view. Unfortunately, his protracted and distracted silence was gaining a rather curious gaze from the beauteous Mr. Pouting Mulder.

"Um," Mac sat up straight and cleared his throat. "I'm really sorry. I ... um ... what did you say again?" He could feel himself blushing but was helpless to control the rising tide of red. "I ... just was thinking about that pout, you see, and I lost all track of the conversation."

//Oh hell, somebody put a foot in my mouth ... Please god, don't let me have actually said that out loud//

Mulder couldn't help but laugh. His words were having the desired effect, then. And his pout.

He leaned closer to Mac, lips almost brushing his ear. "If you'll excuse me... I have to go to the head."

He slid out into the aisle as smoothly and gracefully as he could, making a show of walking to the bathroom with felinic grace and poise. Reaching the door, he turned and looked back at Mac, winking and smiling.

He stepped into the lavatory, unzipping his jeans and leaning back against the wall.

Damn, it felt good to free that trapped flesh...

//Oh sweet jesus save him from lunatic FBI agents with crop circles on their minds and pouting lower lips and heavy lidded eyes//

Mac turned to watch as Mulder slinked down the aisle of the plane and thought his heart would jump right out of his chest when the man turned back to smile and wink at him.

Fuck. Just as soon as he thought his legs would support him, he rose to his feet and followed Mulder. He stopped outside the bathroom door to catch his breath, noting with the one small section of his brain that was still operating that Mulder had indeed *not* locked the door. He smiled and slipped inside.

And nearly had another heart attack. Holy freakin' shit! He'd never seen anything so beautiful in his life. Mulder was leaning against the wall, pants undone and that fucking pout was all too evident. The man had to have the longest neck in creation! Mac swallowed heavily and stared in unabashed lust at the sight before him.

"Hey," Mulder grinned lazily. "Thought that you might ... like to exchange, um, theories." His eyes twinkled as he lolled his head to one side, exposing his neck further, and looking at Mac through his eyelashes.

Mulder gripped his now weeping cock with one hand, stroking it slowly as he watched Mac watch him.

"So, what do you think? What *really* sank the Kursk, Mac?"

He could hear Mulder speaking. At least, that's what he assumed the source of the noise was. He couldn't take his eyes off of the other man's crotch long enough to check and see if his lips were moving or not. He tried to ... he really, really tried. But, it was a wasted effort. All he could do was stare at that gorgeous, mouthwatering cock Mulder held so temptingly before him. When finally, the effort of thinking became too much for his poor over-stimulated brain, he moaned and sank to his knees.

Reaching out with both hands, he grabbed Mulder's hips and moved in to swallow that lovely cock whole. And, jesus, had anything ever tasted so wonderful ... felt so wonderful? It just wasn't possible. Nothing could ever come close to this cock ... this taste ... this man.

He'd been ruined for life ... by a lunatic stranger on an airplane. Somehow, he just couldn't find it within himself to mind.

Mulder thrust his hips forward while keeping his saucy grin. Acting Mr. Cool. But inside...

//This hot, hot man is actually swallowing me whole! I can't fucking believe it! Oh god, oh god... he's good ... he's good ... hessofuckinggood ... //

Mulder moaned and ran his hands through Mac's short hair as he caressed his head and face.

"Oh, wow ... you're so good, Mac. So good..."

He thrust his hips forwards as he caressed Mac's head and neck.

"Conspiracy to make me putty in your hands, eh, Mac? So, what *did* happen to Nicola Tesla? And is free energy possible?"

He vaguely realized that Mulder must be talking again. It suddenly became his mission in life to shut the man up. He pulled back just enough to get his tongue into the action, swirling Mulder's cock around in his mouth and using his teeth just enough to get the man's attention. Once the talking had ended, he smiled to himself and started humming. Once again, he relaxed his throat and swallowed Mulder's cock to the root.

Mulder's eyes just about rolled up into their sockets.

//No ... don't ... gotta be... Mr. Cool...//

Mr. Cool, however, seemed to vanish as Mac continued his ministrations on his cock, licking and sucking and humming ... Mulder felt his head would explode.

Both of them.

Okay, time to get control again...

He couldn't. Mac was too damn good.

Against his bidding, several low moans escaped him. And they got louder.

Ah, that seemed to be doing the trick. Mulder was no longer talking, he was, however, moaning quite loudly. Mac pulled back again, in order to savor the taste of the precome that was leaking from the tip of Mulder's cock.

Mulder leaned back, in an effort to restrain himself. He closed his eyes. If Mac kept this up, he'd come too soon ... couldn't have that.

"Mmmm," Mac hummed right before swallowing again. Damn, he'd never enjoyed giving a blow job quite so much. But this was ... incredible. He continued to hum and suck and use every trick in his repertoire in an attempt to keep Mulder so overwhelmed with pleasure that the man would forget to talk.

Mulder felt his orgasm threatening to burst. Desperately, oh so desperately, he turned to an old trick he used at home ...

He blurted out the contents of the last email he'd read.

Who said having a photographic memory never came in handy?

He moaned, and then:

"The Rancher who shot the Chupacabras in Nicaragua has come forward to claim that the body of the creature he shot had been switched with that of a dog to put everybody off the scent. Cosmic Conspiracies came to this conclusion with substantial evidence two days before this announcement. We have managed to obtain new chupacabras photographs that no other site has released and are hoping to get permission from the TV studio to release them later this week."

Mulder grinned.

He couldn't believe it. He. Just. Could. Not. Fucking. Believe. It. Mulder was talking again. Well, shit. Mac reached up and put one hand over Mulder's mouth. When Mulder so conveniently opened his lips enough to let a couple of fingers slide in, Mac saw his opportunity. He allowed Mulder to get his fingers good and wet and then he withdrew them and slipped his hand behind Mulder. Carefully, he felt his way along the crease of Mulder's ass until he felt the small opening. Still sucking and humming, he slid one finger inside of Mr. I-Can't-Keep-My-Mouth-Shut Mulder and quickly located his prostate gland.

"Aw, fuck, Mac..."

Hmm. Well, now, there was talking ... and then there was ... talking. Mac smiled and hummed some more as he inserted a second finger into Mulder's body.

"Mac... Mac... God, what are you doing to me, Mac?? Oh, fuck yeah..."

Mac moaned at the sound of desperation in Mulder's voice. Oh yeah, what a lovely sound it was.

He was almost to the point of no return. Fuck El Chupacabra. This was ... amazing... UN-fucking-believably amazing...

He began to cum hard into Mac's mouth, yelping as he did, hips thrusting at Mac involuntarily.

"Oh Mac ... yeah ... do me like that ... so good..."

Swallowing greedily, 'Mac' came to the conclusion that the only way to shut Mulder up would be to give him something better to do with his mouth. With that in mind, he let Mulder's still hard cock slip from his mouth and stood up to press his lips against the taller man's mouth.

Once he'd established silence in the bathroom, he pulled back just enough to say, "It's Vic ... my name is Vic." And then he again took Mulder's mouth with a desperate intensity. He pushed his hips forward seeking contact ... oh god he needed ... he'd never needed anything so much in his entire life as he needed some kind of relief for his own aching hardness.

"Mulder, please ... help me ... please." He heard the begging tone of his own voice but couldn't stop himself. "Oh god, Mulder ... do something," he finally wailed.

Mulder grinned, sinking to his knees.

Then he thought better of it and stood back up.

He pulled his jeans down, then started on Vic's jeans. "Oh, Vic, I can't wait... I want you to fuck me, Vic. Fuck me hard and long and deep..." He stroked Vic's cock, with a devilish grin on his face.

Then he turned around to brace himself against the wall of the tiny bathroom.

***

Then he turned around to brace himself against the wall of the tiny bathroom.

It took everything Vic had just to remain on his feet after that little speech ... and the sight of Mulder waiting impatiently to be fucked ... *by him* ... Vic was in heaven ... he was in hell ... he was everywhere in between.

Desperately, he looked around the tiny bathroom searching for something he could use ... some kind of lube. Ah - soap. Not his first choice ... but, under the circumstances it would have to suffice. He leaned over and pumped a handful of the stuff with shaking hands and turned back to Mulder.

"Damn, you are so fucking gorgeous," he murmured as he surveyed the treat laid out for him and him alone.

"Thank you. But have you looked in a mirror lately? You're the gorgeous one... Vic."

He moved up close behind Mulder and leaned up against his back. With one hand he stroked Mulder's flank while he reached down with the other and felt for that lovely little opening. Ah, yeah ... there we go. He grinned at Mulder's indrawn breath and carefully slipped one finger inside of the man.

Mulder drew in his breath as Vic entered him. Ooh... one finger, felt so good. Gentle and careful, felt so good. He pressed back onto it, mmming his pleasure.

Leaning forward, he started nibbling on that lovely neck Mulder kept displaying to him ... teasing him with. And, damn, the man was so incredibly responsive. The sighs and moans were most gratifying.

Vic added a second finger and moved them in a scissoring motion, loosening the tight muscle that guarded the entrance to Mulder's body. Opening his mouth wider against Mulder's neck his nibbles evolved into a series of bites that he knew would leave bruises. Needing so much to mark this man, wanting to leave Mulder with a tangible reminder of this extraordinary heat between them, Vic bit and sucked harder. And, oh god, Mulder was so fucking delicious, so incredibly beautiful in his own need.

"Ah, yeah, Mulder. Come on babe, show me what you want ... what you need. Yeah," he whispered hotly against Mulder's long neck, "that's it ... show me ... tell me."

Mulder arched his neck back to help Vic. "Oh ... yeah ... bite me, Vic, bite me.

Damn, the man was incendiary, Vic thought as he took advantage of the offer for several long and wonderfully intense minutes. Mulder was going to look like he'd had an encounter with a vampire, at this rate.

He moved his lips up to whisper in Mulder's ear, "Damn, babe, you're the hottest thing I've ever seen." And then he started working on that magical spot behind Mulder's ear. Oh, yeah ... that was a definite winner.

Mulder sighed, pushing back harder against Vic. "Oh yeah ... baby..."

A third finger joined the others, twisting, searching until, ah there it was ... he carefully stroked Mulder's prostate, judging that man was about as ready as he was gonna get, Vic withdrew his fingers and reached down to lube his own weeping erection with the last of the soap on his fingers. Mulder protested the withdrawal with a groan.

"Oh, Vic ... don't tease me..."

"You ready, babe?" Vic leaned forward to whisper in Mulder's ear.

He looked back at Vic, and growled. "Come on ... give it to me."

Carefully, Vic used one hand to guide his cock to Mulder's asshole and started an easy pressure, asking for admittance. Oh yeah ... He sank in, moaning at the silky heat of Mulder's passage.

Mulder gasped, pressing himself back onto Vic's cock. So long and thick and hard ... felt so good going in, buzzing his nerves ... he loved the feeling as his ass opened for Vic, granting him total access.

He rested against Mulder's back for a moment ... reveling in the sounds of pleasure coming from his partner. "Mmm ... god, Mulder, you feel so fucking good. So hot and tight ... Ah, yeah ..." He pulled out halfway and sank back in to the hilt.

Mulder pushed back as Vic pulled out ... he was too good to let go. He Pressed back and bore down as Vic pushed back in, wanting to squeeze him...

"Fuck," Vic hissed, "that's it, move for me ... show me what you like, baby."

Mulder started moaning loudly as Vic hit his prostate. "God, Vic..." Pressing back, moving so Vic would hit his prostate on his next stroke. "Oh, God, Vic ... you're so good, you hit me right where I wanted it..."

Vic closed his eyes and tried to control the speed and angle of his thrusts, wanting to deliver maximum pleasure while not allowing himself to lose it too soon. But, the way Mulder was carrying on made his own control slip rather more quickly than he'd wanted.

Mulder pushed back into and onto Vic, finding his rhythm and then matching it. Needing Vic to tear him up, to drive his cock in an out of his ass fast and furious. He increased his thrusts back a bit, hoping to show Vic how much he enjoyed that cock in his ass.

"Oh, yeah, give it to me, Vic..."

"Oh, fuuuck," Vic moaned. He dropped his hands to rest on Mulder's hips and held on tightly. "God ... yeah, that's it. Move for me, Mulder ... c'mon ... mmm ..." Vic was losing control fast and it sounded as if his partner was close himself.

Mulder was pushing back faster now, groaning and moaning as Vic's thrusts hit his prostate, threatening to cause him to come before he wanted to ... before he was ready.

Gotta try to delay it ... think of other things...

El Chupacabra ... swamp gas ... ghosts ... visions ... visions of hot dark haired, emerald-eyed man fucking him in an airplane bathroom... "Oh, Jesus, God, Vic!" v Cattle mutilations, TWA Flight 800, EgyptAir Flight 90, Oklahoma City, Ruby Ridge, Waco...

He wrapped one arm around Mulder's chest, pulling him up to stand against Vic's chest and let the other drop to grasp Mulder's erection. Each thrust inward was just a bit stronger than the last and his hand moved with a matching motion on that wonderfully hard cock he held.

Mulder arched forward and back, onto Vic's cock and into his hand. God ... the man was making him so hot ... not long now...

"Ohhh," he was panting, could feel his approaching orgasm. "Come for me, babe. Come *with* me. Ah, god ... yeah ... that's it."

Mulder let himself go, as his orgasm washed over him...

"Oh, fuck, Vic..."

"Yeah..."

Waves of pleasure and geysers overflowing ...

They collapsed together, still connected, and ended up on their knees. Vic rested his head on Mulder's shoulder and gasped for air. "God almighty, Mulder. I think you've killed me."

Mulder rested his head against Vic's. "Mmmmhmmm," he hummed his agreement.

A dreadful thought suddenly struck Vic. "Fuck, Mulder," he groaned. "Do you suppose there's a single person on the whole plane that doesn't know what we've been doing in here."

Mulder snorted in amusement. "Do you really care, Vic?"

"No, I don't suppose I do."

Mulder shrugged. "Besides, even if they didn't hear us, they'll surely see us when we come out of here. That'll tell the tale to any who missed it."

Vic shook his head. "Damn, man. What you do to me has *got* to be illegal somewhere in the world."

Mulder's head rolled over so that he could press a kiss to the corner of Vic's mouth, "I should hope so, babe. I should certainly hope so."

A dreadful thought suddenly struck Vic. "Fuck, Mulder," he groaned. "Do you suppose there's a single person on the whole plane that doesn't know what we've been doing in here."

Mulder snorted in amusement. "Do you really care, Vic?"

"No, I don't suppose I do."

Mulder shrugged. "Besides, even if they didn't hear us, they'll surely see us when we come out of here. That'll tell the tale to any who missed it."

Vic shook his head. "Damn, man. What you do to me has *got* to be illegal somewhere in the world."

Mulder's head rolled over so that he could press a kiss to the corner of Vic's mouth, "I should hope so, babe. I should certainly hope so."

Mulder laughed, grabbing his pants and slipping back into them.

"I suppose," he said slowly, "that we should return to our seats, if only so that others may use the facilities."

He finished getting dressed and slipped out the door, holding it for Vic.

He noticed a woman sitting in her seat towards the back of the plane, looking up from her book with a smirk. She caught his hazel eyes with her green ones and the twinkle in her eye seemed only more impish framed by her flaming maroon hair.

Mulder smiled somewhat sheepishly as he passed her... his downward embarrassed look causing him to note her book was "Alex Through the Looking Glass" by Cody Nelson.

He looked back and grinned as he took his seat.

"What are you grinning at, Mulder?" Vic frowned, staring in the direction the other man was looking. Damned if he could see anything. Then, he noticed the several appraising, smirking stares *he* was getting and dropped into his seat.

Mulder caught his embarrassment and chuckled.

He reached up and grabbed Mulder's elbow. "Get down here," he whispered pulling at the other man. "They're all looking at us ... Jesus Christ, will you please sit down!"

Mulder grinned at everyone and sat down.

Vic rolled his eyes at Mulder. Lord have mercy. Didn't he even care that all of these people ...

Wait a minute. What did *he* care, himself? He'd never see any of them again.

His sense of the absurd reasserted itself and he turned to Mulder and smiled. "Sorry, babe. I didn't mean to snap at you. My old partner used to accuse me of being a stick in the mud, I guess he had a point, huh?"

Mulder canted his head and caught Vic's earlobe in his teeth. "You calling me mud, babe?" And he giggled.

Vic snorted with amusement. "Well, if the shoe fits, Mulder ..."

He leaned over and pulled a magazine from his briefcase. "Now, Vic, there's something I wanna show you..."

He pulled out photos of crop circles - but not ordinary crop circles.

Grinning, he said, "You've heard about the wildfires in Montana? Well, a few of them have died down - and these patterns have appeared into the burnt-out forests, behind the fires. It's interesting enough that they are in the U.S., but this... is truly bizarre." v He grinned at Vic.

"What do you think?"

Vic looked at Mulder's pictures. "Um, sorry, babe. I only know about crop circles in the most general sense. What do you think? What could these patterns mean?"

"Well, I really don't know - but one theory about alien visitation is that they come to watch us and make sure --"

The stewardess interrupted to ask for their drink order and Vic looked up at her with a smile. "Ah. I'll have ... an Absolut screwdriver, please." He turned to Mulder. "You?"

Mulder grinned happily. "How did you know that was my favorite drink?" His eyes twinkled as he smiled and nodded to the stewardess by way of requesting one, too.

After she had given them their drinks and started back down the aisle, Mulder looked at Vic. "Now, who's driving that screw, hmm?"

Raising his eyebrows, Vic smiled slowly. "Well, babe, I *was* the driver ... Next time ... we'll just have to wait and see, won't we?"

Mulder grinned as he thought about the implications of that statement.

He took a drink and went back to the photos. "See, some people theorize that these crop circles are a message to other Visitors - that these can be seen from space - indicating that some catylclysmic event has occurred."

"The Pleiadeans are the peacemakers of the Universe... and one theory holds that they are here, as Visitors, and on the moon, trying to make sure we don't blow ourselves up... and..."

He paused at a sort of a look and twinkle in Vic's eye. He grinned. "What? What is it?"

Shrugging, Vic grinned. "Nothing, really. I just ... like that intent look you get on occasion." He leaned over and licked a drop of vodka from the corner of Mulder's mouth. "And, I was wondering if *I* could make you look that focused," he whispered.

Mulder parted his lips at Vic's lick. He gasped. Such a simple action, yet so sexy. More so for the setting.

He tilted his head and caught Vic's lower lip in his teeth lightly. He ran his tongue over it, and over Vic's upper lip and teeth.

"I don't think you'll have any problems, baby."

He moaned because Vic's lick had given him another erection, and his jeans made it uncomfortable.

Damn. Vic couldn't believe he was getting hard again. At the age of thirty-seven, he was finding that it was taking longer and longer to get his second wind, so to speak. Mulder's moan only heightened his renewed arousal.

Was it the man? The situation? The danger of being caught? He didn't know, but he *did* intend to take full advantage of his renewed desire.

He leaned over and whispered hotly in Mulder's ear, "Why don't we go and see if you're right, Mulder?" He let one hand rest high up on Mulder's thigh and squeezed. "Inquiring minds want to know."

Mulder moaned softly. "As would I..."

God, could the man sincerely want him *again*? Oh... it would be heaven. He closed his eyes for a second, visualizing Vic's naked body next to his, thrusting in and out in a gentle rhythm, biting and kissing the other man's neck and shoulders...

His eyes flew open. "Let's go," he managed, standing up and, this time, heading toward the aft bathroom. God, his erection couldn't wait to be freed... but.

But he stopped and turned to Vic, evil grin as he put a hand on his shoulder and stopped him, then tugged at Vic's earlobe with his teeth.

"After you, my love."

Vic grinned and led the way to the head. He opened the door and walked in, closely followed by Mulder. As soon as the door was closed and locked, he grabbed Mulder and kissed him.

Mulder returned the kiss, feeling his erection straining at his jeans. "Vic... want you..."

He pressed their bodies together, shoulder to thigh and moaned at the contact. God, the man felt good. He let his hands drop to grasp Mulder's ass and pulled him closer, grinding their erections together.

"Please, Vic... oh... so good..."

Breaking away from the kiss, Vic moved his mouth to that long neck that had tempted him so. "Mulder," bite, "I want," suck, "you to," kiss, "fuck me."

He pulled Mulder's shirt tail from his trousers and reached up to tease at the man's already hard nipples.

Mulder in drew his breath and watched Vic through half-lidded eyes.

"Is that what you want?" He asked huskily. "Is that so..."

He imagined himself fucking Vic again, and almost lost it. "Take off your pants, Vic... take off your pants and let me see your firm ass and huge cock... I want to see them, Vic..."

He put his arms around Vic, moaning at the bites, and biting Vic's neck back, with equal fervor.

"Vic... I want..." bite, "to ..." nip, "fuck" kiss, "you so hard... wanna feel you all over."

"Oh god," Vic moaned as he unfastened his jeans with trembling hands. "You too, babe. I want to see you too." He pushed his jeans off and reached for the buttons on Mulder's shirt.

Mulder arched forward, to grant his partner easier access to his chest, then reached for Vic's cock, squeezing and stroking it. "Oh, Vic..."

"Fuck," Vic breathed as he pushed it aside, "you're gorgeous." He dove down and started sucking on Mulder's nipples, switching from side to side. Mulder arched into the caress, holding Vic's head close. He paused long enough to pull his t-shirt over his head and looked at Mulder. "Pants, Mulder ... take 'em off. Please."

Mulder nodded, reluctantly letting go of Vic's cock and reaching down to unfasten his jeans. As he shucked out of them he shuddered, feeling a little precum trickle out onto his head.

"There you go, Vic... oh... it's all for you, babe."

TBC?

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