Happy Endings
by Ann H
Spoilers: Logically, through "Dead Alive." If you think I'm even touching "Essence"/"Existence", forget it! I'm sure the details won't match canon. You know what? I don't *care*! It's not like CC is concerned with consistency either. (Or quality, but I digress.)
Disclaimer: Legally, they belong to CC, 1013 and Fox. In every other sense, they belong to us.
Summary: Let's face it...at this time, we *all* need a happy ending. This is fluff and (attempted) humor, folks. (May 20, 2001)
Rated: M for m/m slash, mostly implied.
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"Ah, Mulder, this is the life!"
Alex Krycek was glowing with happiness. His slightly tanned skin greedily soaked in the warming rays of the late afternoon sun and his normally dark sable hair was now streaked with reddish highlights. Dark lashes rested upon soft skin and a gentle smile curved upon parted lips.
Fox Mulder couldn't look away from his reclining lover. After all this time, Alex was finally starting to relax, letting go of the tension and pain from their former lives. The nightmares were less frequent, the attacks of claustrophobia completely gone. The man laying next to him was confident, comfortable, and whole.
And just too damn sexy for words.
Mulder was jarred from his thoughts by the sparkling emerald eyes fixed upon him. It took him a moment to also take in the trademark Krycek smirk.
"See something you like, Mulder?"
Yes!
It's Fox, Alex. You really shouldn't be having this much trouble with one-syllable words."
The gleam in Alex's eyes became even sharper as his eyes narrowed. Mulder was reminded of nature shows viewed on many a restless night.
Maybe if I throw his an antelope...wrong continent, closest thing here would be a pineapple, or maybe a hula girl. Hmm, there's a thought...nah, he's all mine.
Rumble. Deep. Intimidating. "Fox..."
Go to plan B.
"But I love the way you say it, Alex, all husky and passionate."
Okay, the smile is back, good sig--uummph!
"Fox..."
"Oh, that growl, Alex."
Bite. Lick.
"Umm, oh, yeah..."
Nuzzle. Pinch.
"Please, more...lower."
Glide of tongue.
"Don't tease, babe. Don't...oh, don't...don't STOP, you bastard!"
All Mulder received was a hearty laugh and a beach towel thrown over his head.
"You were getting loud, Fox. That's just for my ears, and not everyone else here at Waikiki beach. Besides, you were scaring the kiddies."
Mulder slowly lowered the towel and scanned the surrounding area. No kids, thank goodness, but more than a few laughing sunbathers. The rather large woman wearing the yellow, purple and pink bikini winked at him.
Where's Tooms when you really need him? I need a drink.
Strong hands took his, pulling him upright.
"Let's go, Fox. I'll buy you another one of those disgusting tropical drinks you like."
"It's gonna take more than one, Alex. Hey, the grip on both arms is about the same now!"
Alex responded with a lazy grin. "Yeah, the workouts at the hotel gym have really rebuilt the muscles. And the tanning helps mask the scars. It's only been about a month since the aliens fled and our work with the resistance ended."
Mulder squeezed both hands. "We've both come a long way. And it's only going to get better." Then, whispered, yet intense, "Let's go back to our room."
Alex stepped back, laughing again. "Mulder, it's going to take the housekeeping staff a while to clean up after last night...and this morning...and after lunch. No, we're going back to the bar, get another round, and enjoy being at the beach. If you're lucky, maybe we'll see more surfers wipe out." Quirked eyebrow. "Or a man-eating koi fish."
"Very funny, Alex." Those koi can get rather *large*.
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Three Pina Coladas later, Fox Mulder was feeling no pain.
"Hey, Alex! Look!"
"Fox, I'm telling you, that tiki figurine you bought at the souvenir stand is not the cursed one from 'Brady Bunch in Hawaii.'"
"No, no, look out there...in the water!"
"What? Swimmers...surfers...snorklers...oh, wow, that one chick just lost her bikini to---ouch!"
"Smart ass. Look at the surfers. Recognize that one guy? The one with the white hair?"
"Why would I want to look at some aging surfer when I can check out the large---ow!"
"The surfer, Alex. Remember him? From the hotel bar last night?"
"Spoilsport. Hmm...hey! The blowhard TV producer? The one that hit on me last night?"
"He hit on me too, you know."
"Yeah. No accounting for taste---let GO!"
"One more wisecrack, Alex, and I squeeze..."
"Sorry, Fox. Won't happen again."
"Yeah, sure."
"You're too cynical, Fox. What about surfer dude? He seems to be having trouble staying on his surfboard...the huge ego must be throwing him off balance."
"Good one, Alex."
"Thank you."
"Surfer dude, as you call him, came up to me earlier this afternoon while you were snorkeling."
"He's dead."
"Alex, calm down."
"He's dead."
"He wasn't hitting on me again...okay, maybe just a little..."
"He's dead. I'll kill him twice."
"Listen! He overheard me last night talking to you about that book I'm working on."
"I know four, no, five ways to kill a man using a surfboard."
"Alex. Let. Me. Finish."
Harder squeeze.
Whimper.
"That's better. Alex, he offered me a job writing on some science-fiction type series. I gotta tell you, the lead characters seemed interesting, and one of the supporting roles was riveting, but the plot lines he suggested were really cracked. I told him to get lost; I swear, the guy is strange."
Alex rolled his eyes. "Strange, nothing. He's demented. Conceited. And his breath stinks...hey! You know, you're gonna miss that part of me after you BREAK IT OFF!!"
Fox stepped away from Alex, clenching his fists in a bid to contain his anger. He took a few deep breaths, all the while his eyes shooting daggers at the other man. When he finally spoke, the words were delivered in the usual deadpan monotone, but that did nothing to hide his fury.
"How do you know his breath stinks?"
Alex couldn't contain his irritation. "You mean, besides the fact that anyone within a twenty-foot radius would notice?"
Fox wasn't deterred. "Answer the question."
"When I got back to our spot on the beach after the snorkeling, you weren't there. You were off ogling the hula girls at the free shows in Kapiolani Park..."
Busted!
"...but instead of getting mad at you, I wanted you to relax and enjoy yourself. So I decided to settle down and work on my tan. Next think I know, surfer dude's sitting next to me."
Okay, maybe I *will* let you kill him.
"He's telling me I would be perfect for a role on this show he produces."
No, *I'm* gonna kill him.
"He's making all these wild promises, money and parties and fame."
Twice.
I'm really pissed at this point, 'cause his breath is even overwhelming the tanning oil, so I scared him off."
Fox paled. "Alex, what did you do?"
Alex gave him a sweet smile. "Nothing too terrible. I simply told him, 'I kill people for a living, but I'll kill you for free.' He left rather abruptly after that."
Fox returned the smile. "I'm sorry for being angry, babe."
Alex reached out, and pulled the other man into a tight embrace. After a few minutes of nuzzling, he whispered into the older man's ear, "You'll make it up to me later."
Fox let his hands wander over Alex's back, rubbing circles over the solid muscles covered by silken skin. "Later? Why not now?"
Mulder shivered as a moist tongue joined the warm breath on his ear, the softest touch gliding from the outer edges to the inner shell. Both men shook with arousal, blood pounding, cocks twitching.
Alex growled, breathy and low. "Fox. Hotel. Now!"
They turned away from the ocean, intending to rush back to their hotel room, when their attention was claimed by a high pitched, anguished scream. Alex was the first to notice the panicked surfer struggling to stay above waters now stained with a dark red liquid. Before either man could even consider a rescue, a large gray shark burst through the waters, relentlessly advancing upon the helpless man. Sharp teeth sliced through skin and muscle, tearing into the surfer's left arm, and another splash of bright red bloodied the rolling waters.
Alex gasped at the sight; he could never wish that horror on anyone. Mulder wrapped his arms around his anguished lover, keeping him still.
"You're not going out there. There's nothing anyone can do now...it's too late."
The lifeguards were already taking action, a small speedboat with three men heading towards the wounded man, when the surfer unleashed a torrent of abuse at the circling shark. "You won't get away with this? Do you know who I am? I know people, dammit!"
The shark unexpectedly broke off the attack, and retreated hastily into deeper waters. The lifeguards were now lifting the surfer into the boat, and providing medical treatment to the gaping wounds. The surfer continued to shout, only this time at the lifeguards.
Fox and Alex stared in disbelief at the sight. Alex shook his head, slight smile returning to his face, and remarked, "That man is very lucky to be alive. You know, I actually feel sorry for the shark."
Fox returned the smile, then started to pull Alex towards their nearly hotel. "Alex, I don't want to think about surfers, shark attacks or slimy producers anymore. I'm sure we can find something better to do back in our room."
Alex shot Mulder a look of sheer lust, with a slight edge of humor thrown in for good measure. "I can't imagine what you would do there. After all, there is absolutely nothing good on TV on Sunday nights except 'The Simpsons.'"
Fox was now practically running towards the hotel, dragging along his laughing lover. "Oh, I know what I'm gonna do...you!"
That's exactly what he did, repeatedly.
And they both lived happily ever after.
End
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