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Disclaimers: about how none of the XF characters in this story belong to me and how I'm a Bad Girl for stealing them and writing naughty stories about them.

More Apologies: to Gilbert and Sullivan, or whomever owns the rights to their music. I've taken a friend's name in vain as well, but I told her about it first. ;-)

This is a completely pointless series of stories where accurate characterization has been ignored while I let the guys have a lot of sex with each other in a distant locale where the Consortium and the Bureau are unlikely to find out about it or take any incriminating pictures. (Just in case you hadn't realized that yet.) Please don't get all carried away expecting anything deep or significant.

Other Stuff: Alicia was brave enough to volunteer to beta read this one, and I made her spend 'way too much time and effort on it, considering the trivial nature of the story. Still, it's a lot better than it would have been if she hadn't helped me and I'm more grateful than I've been able to tell her. Of course, I'm the stubborn type and I didn't incorporate all of her suggestions so there's still stuff wrong with it.

Author: annezo @ fastmail . fm

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A LONG, BLUE NIGHT

"Happy summer solstice."

The voice was low and warm in his ear, almost as warm as the arms surrounding him or the body close against his back. "Whadya' say?" Mulder was never at his best during the first sixty seconds of the morning, a fact that wasn't usually important since he was in the habit of waking up alone.

"Good morning." His companion nuzzled Mulder's ear and pressed against him, leaving no doubt of Alex's enthusiasm for the early hour.

Mulder checked the bedside clock and revised his thought. It wasn't that early. "Jesus," he groaned. "I'm in bed with Alex Krycek."

The arm around his waist tensed. "Yeah? So?"

"So, I'm just thrilled to wake up in bed with a known pervert." Mulder closed his eyes. "Let go of me, pervert. I'm on vacation."

"So am I," Alex pointed out.

"I'm supposed to be resting," Mulder said virtuously. "If you keep forcing me to have sex several times a day, I'm going to be more in need of a vacation when I get back than I was when I left."

"Yeah," Alex chuckled. "But you'll be smiling."

Mulder squirmed lazily, feeling Alex's hand trace its way down his chest to his groin. Warmth enfolded him, coaxing a response from the soft flesh.

"Yeah." Mulder smiled and turned his face into the pillow. "Right there."

Alex kissed his neck and nuzzled his shoulder, his hand exploring Mulder idly.

Mulder sighed and pressed himself back against the warmth of the other man's body. "Harder," he demanded. The obedient hand tightened around him, pumping slowly as the organ thickened.

Alex bit his neck lightly. "Mulder?"

"Mmmm?"

"Do you intend to just lie there and let me jerk you off or were you planning to return the favor?"

Mulder squirmed against the hardness behind him, evidence of Alex's own arousal. "Door number one, I think."

Alex pulled away. "Selfish shit." He stood up and headed for the bathroom.

Mulder watched him. "Alex." The name was a caress. Mulder waited until Alex's curiosity drew his head around, then started kicking the blankets off. Green eyes gleamed as Mulder's long legs drew the tangled sheets down, exposing his chest, then letting his half-hard erection spill into sight as he pulled the covering down to his ankles.

"Come back to bed," Mulder invited.

"Tramp." Alex didn't move, his eyes glued to Mulder's body.

"Only when I'm on vacation." Mulder shrugged and kicked his feet free of the blankets, bounding out of bed abruptly. "Missed your chance," he said cheerfully.

"Cock tease."

Mulder grinned, sorting out his clothes from the mess on the floor. "You have to learn to jump on these opportunities when they present themselves," he advised. "Carpe diem, as it were."

Alex all but slammed the bathroom door behind him. Mulder dragged on his jeans, then tapped on the door. "Out front in thirty minutes," he called. "No time for extra-curricular activities."

The response was muffled by the sound of the shower, but Mulder was pretty certain it was composed of words his mother wouldn't have approved of. He returned to his own bungalow for a shower and a change of clothes, whistling cheerfully if tunelessly.

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"Are we going to take a nap after breakfast?" Alex was waiting for him when Mulder left his own bungalow.

Mulder locked the flimsy door and pocketed the key. "Nope. Are you always this horny?"

"No. Are you naturally frigid?"

Mulder paused with a frown. "I don't think men can be frigid," he said thoughtfully. "Although it's a non-clinical term, I've heard it used exclusively for women in the past."

"Quit showing off your wasted education and answer the question."

"Cock tease, was the expression you used before," Mulder said helpfully. "That might be a more accurate assessment."

"Flaming asshole," Alex said in disgust.

"No," Mulder shook his head. "Not at all appropriate."

"Shut up and let's go eat." They headed toward the hotel dining room. If nothing else, the pointless exchange of insults seemed to have restored Alex's good humor.

After taking their breakfast order, the waitress lingered by the table to remind them that the annual solstice parade and street party would be held that evening in a nearby town. The hotel had arranged for a bus to transport their guests, and the journey would take about forty-five minutes. If they were interested, costumes could be rented in the lobby. Guests without costumes would be provided with the traditional black mask at no charge when they boarded the bus.

Mulder caught Alex's inquiring expression when they were alone again. "I am not wearing a costume," he said firmly.

"That's a shame," Alex said casually. "I kind of had you pegged for the Bluebeard type."

"More like The Pirates of Penzance," Mulder scoffed. He gave his companion a sharp look. "What did you have in mind?"

Alex shook his head. "We're on the same side, Mulder. I'm not really a costume kind of guy."

They spent most of the day lazing on the beach, occasionally indulging in a short swim. Mulder stuck to his program of alternating sun and shade, Alex following his example once he got a taste of just how hot the tropical sun could be.

Raoul was nowhere in sight. Another member of the hotel staff brought cold drinks occasionally and even served them a light lunch. Around them, all of the guests who passed their comfortable retreat were discussing the party scheduled for that night.

"Sounds like a big event in these parts," Alex said drowsily. They'd finished lunch and were waiting lazily until they could take another cooling swim.

"Sure does." Mulder didn't have any particular objection to the idea now that he understood Alex wasn't going to try to force him into fancy dress. "Want to go?"

"Why not?" Alex yawned. "It will pass the time."

"Finding your vacation dull?"

"Only while the sun's up." Alex grinned at him. "I have this vampire friend who only seems to come out after dark."

"Who was that guy you were with yesterday afternoon?"

"Don't know." Alex yawned and rolled over. "That was a long time ago."

Mulder watched with amusement as the tropical heat and the peace of the beach turned his lustful companion into a lazy house pet, squirming sensuously against the warm towel. "Well? Here I am," he invited.

Alex laughed, one eye cracking open. "If I thought you meant that...."

Mulder closed his own eyes. It was just too hot. "Rain check..." he offered.

At the end of the long, peaceful afternoon, they showered and joined a a group of the other hotel guests who were taking an early bus into the small village near the hotel. They would eat dinner there and catch a later bus into the larger town where the festival was being held.

The two men allowed themselves to be drawn into a laughing group of tourists headed for a popular restaurant near the center of the village. They were separated by the crowd and wound up sitting at opposite ends of the long, loud table.

Mulder was oddly annoyed to see Alex flirting and laughing with the women seated next to him. Alex was having altogether too much fun as he divided his attention between the two of them.

Platters of grilled meats and vegetables were served up and down the table and bowls of spicy condiments were distributed among the plates. Alex's end of the table erupted into loud laughter. Glancing down, Mulder saw Alex standing at the end of the table, filling and passing plates of food to everyone within reach. Somehow, he wouldn't have pictured Alex as the 'life and soul of the party' type.

Mulder tried to concentrate on his own end of the table and ignore the other man's obvious enjoyment of his surroundings and the company. He shook off his passing irritation enough to return some of the jokes being tossed around by his own increasingly cheerful dinner companions as they served themselves and settled in to eat.

The waiters were kept running, carrying pitcher after pitcher of cold beer to the table. The laughing group managed to absorb an amazing amount of the local brew before the bus arrived to take them on the next leg of their journey. Mulder accepted a second glass of the dark, aromatic drink and nursed it slowly as he finished his meal. In the confusion over settling the check, he lost sight of Alex for a few minutes.

If I'm stuck with these people, he cursed silently. One of the men was already several drinks over his limit and he showed an alarming tendency to gravitate to Mulder's side. Mulder edged away from his drunken companion and boarded the bus. Glancing down the aisle, he was relieved to see Alex already seated and saving Mulder the space next to him. Mulder slipped into the seat, barely making it before one of Alex's dinner companions claimed the seat for her own.

Alex waved a fabric mask in Mulder's direction. "Got yours?"

Mulder dragged his mask out of his pocket. "Yes." Most of the guests had made the same choice, although here and there were a few more enthusiastic partygoers in full costume.

I doubt if I'm going to look like that, he thought, watching Alex tie on the strip of black fabric. In his dark shirt and jeans, the simple disguise gave the younger man a rakishly piratical charm.

The woman Mulder had displaced had grabbed the seat across the aisle. She obviously agreed with Mulder's appraisal and spent most of the trip leaning around him to talk to Alex.

Mulder tried not to show his surprise as Alex continued to flirt with his new acquaintance seated across the aisle and talk with the other people around them. Somehow, he wouldn't have expected the other man to be so comfortable. In fact, as he was beginning to realize, he really knew very little about his former partner.

Someone dropped into the seat ahead of them and Mulder recognized one of his own dinner companions. He hadn't caught her name when they'd met over the dinner table but now she seemed determined to attract his attention. Mulder had noticed that she'd had her fair share of the potent local beer during dinner and at this point the alcohol had made her cheerful and a little reckless. She leaned over the back of the seat and talked animatedly. Mulder responded politely, tensing occasionally as the bus rounded a sharp curve and she seemed on the verge of ending up in a heap on the dirty floor.

Alex's hand rested on the seat between the two men, pressing unobtrusively against Mulder's thigh and rubbing it occasionally. Mulder pretended not to notice the contact, but he was oddly warmed by the private gesture.

The entire bus had an air of bohemian revelry that drew even Mulder in. As they pulled up at their destination, he was occupied in helping his admirer adjust the tawdry sash that proclaimed her 'Mango Queen of 1932' and seriously discussing the respective merits of tulle versus taffeta for costumes.

Since he didn't have the faintest idea which was which, he was relieved when the bus jerked to a halt and the driver announced that return journeys would be available every hour until four o'clock in the morning.

"Sounds like they're expecting quite a blow-out," Alex said as they disembarked.

"I suppose you're planning to stay until the bitter end," Mulder said with resignation. He pulled Alex into a knot of passing revelers and waited until his lover's pursuer from the bus disappeared into the crowd.

Alex didn't seem to notice the maneuver. "That vampire, remember?" He grinned. "With any luck, I've got a date."

"You strike me as the lucky type."

Mulder's remark was met with a wicked grin as they let the crowd draw them onto the main street where most of the festival celebration was taking place. Alex led the way to the nearest bar, buying cold beers for each of them. Mulder figured he had already had more to drink in the last twenty-four hours than he'd had in the last year, but he didn't let it worry him.

A carnival atmosphere definitely prevailed up and down the street. The two men wandered through the dense crowd, passing several enthusiastic, if erratic, bands and trying to keep from knocking down any of the abundant drunks already littering the sidewalks. Fortunately, the solstice party was a cheerful one. As they moved with the crowd, anyone they bumped into, or who bumped into them, apologized, and insisted on sharing a drink with the two men.

As they passed a narrow alley, Alex pulled Mulder into the shadows and stole a quick kiss.

"What was that for?"

"For coming to the party with me." Alex's eyes were gleaming with enjoyment from behind the black mask. "This kind of thing isn't really your scene, is it?"

"I'm having a good time," Mulder lied. To tell the truth, he didn't see the point. Nothing was happening except for a lot of strangers on the street getting drunk together, but if it made Alex happy, he didn't mind staying for a while.

"Come on." Alex stole another kiss, then led the way back to the street. "We need another drink."

"I've had enough," Mulder said quickly.

"It's a party, Mulder," Alex said patiently. "You can't walk around without a drink in your hand." He pulled Mulder toward a nearby street vendor. "People will talk."

A long wait was rewarded with two more of the potent beers. They wandered along, stopping to listen to one or two of the bands and edging through the crowd to watch some costumed dancers who seemed to be a big attraction for the locals.

Every time they passed another alley, Alex pulled Mulder into the shadows and claimed another kiss. After assuring himself that his companion was enjoying the party, Alex would lead them back onto the street and into the throng. Once they lingered for a few minutes in a quiet corner before they realized that their presence was disturbing another couple, tucked further into the shadows of the alley.

The crowd, not quiet when they arrived, became more raucous by the minute. The two men got caught up in an improbably long conga line for a while, struggling to stay together as the mob of people snaked its way up and down the crowded street. Mulder finally grabbed Alex's arm and they wriggled free of the party dance that seemed to be growing in numbers every minute.

Mulder's head was spinning from the noise and the alcohol. He pulled Alex over to a comparatively quiet corner with a sigh of relief. "That was beginning to feel like the Twilight Zone."

Alex grinned. "It does seem to be getting out of hand, doesn't it?" He glanced over at Mulder. "I think I need another drink. How about you?"

Mulder nodded reluctantly. He waited while Alex plunged into the mob in the direction of the nearest beer stall. As he watched the noisy crowd, another partygoer, obviously in need of a few moments' rest, came to share his spot.

"You are not enjoying the party?"

Mulder turned and recognized the proprietor of the small restaurant he and Alex had been frequenting. "Hello, Manuel," he said lamely. "No, it's... it's great. Really."

"It is very loud," the restaurateur said seriously.

"It is that."

"Sometimes, when I am tired of the noise but not ready to leave the festivities, my friend and I take ourselves to a quieter place," Manuel offered.

"Hard to believe that one exists," Mulder said wryly. He looked around, watching as the professional dancers accompanying one band were joined by an enthusiastic group of amateurs.

"It is very easy," his companion explained. He pointed across the street. "You see there, where there is space between the buildings?"

Another crowded alley, Mulder decided. "Yes."

"You go in," Manuel explained, "and to the door on the left. It leads to the roof." He eyed Mulder expectantly. "It can be locked from the inside."

"The roof?" Mulder wondered uneasily if the older man was making a pass.

"It is a very nice place," the other man insisted. "There it is quieter. And there is part of a bed you can sit on and look down on the party. You and your friend."

"Part of a bed." Mulder had been mistaken The guy was trying to direct him to his favorite make-out spot. He smothered a grin, thinking about Alex's probable reaction.

The restaurant owner frowned slightly. "A bed." He searched for a word. "Mattress," he said triumphantly. He shrugged. "If you wish," he said politely. "Perhaps later you and your friend will wish to rest."

"Perhaps we will," Mulder told him solemnly. "Thank you very much."

His companion smiled and nodded, then moved off into the crowd, possibly in search of more cheerful company.

Alex came up just then, handing Mulder a glass of cold, sweet fruit juice. "Who was that?"

The band across the street struck up a loud tune, the noise jarring impossibly with the music pouring from a nearby bar. Mulder made his decision. "No one. Come on."

Alex followed him to the tall building across the street and stood watching curiously as Mulder fumbled to find a door in the dark alley. "Housebreaking is hardly your style, Mulder."

"You'd be surprised." Mulder found the doorknob and pushed the creaky door open. "Inside."

Alex shrugged and stepped in. Mulder stopped to latch the door, then urged Alex up the four flights of stairs to the roof.

They walked to the edge and looked down at the party below. After a few minutes, Mulder spotted the battered mattress Manuel had mentioned. "Come on," he said. "Let's get comfortable."

Alex gave the mattress, and then Mulder, a dubious look, but he helped the other man pull it near the edge of the roof. Mulder gave the pad a quick inspection and realized that it was cleaner than he'd expected.

They sat down and relaxed for a few minutes, enjoying their drinks and watching the party below. The loud music, slightly muffled by the distance, offered a weird dissonance as it bounced off of the stone buildings below them.

"Interesting effect with all four bands going at once," Alex said finally.

"Five," Mulder corrected.

"The beer is going to your head," Alex argued. He pointed. "One from over there, one from the bar down there, one by the dancers, and one from the other end of the street."

"You missed it," Mulder said triumphantly. "There's another one coming from that restaurant."

Alex listened carefully. "You're hallucinating."

"Bet me," Mulder challenged.

"Sure," Alex said agreeably. "We can go down and find out."

"Forget it." The last thing Mulder intended to do was rejoin the boisterous crowd on the streets.

"How are we going to settle the bet?"

"We can write a letter to the restaurant," Mulder suggested. "Let them settle it."

"Sure." Alex looked away. "You can drop me a postcard in a couple of months and let me know who won."

Mulder tensed. The conversation had taken an unexpected and unwelcome turn. He lay back against the mattress and stared at the clear sky. "We don't seem to be able to get away from the rest of it, do we?"

Alex didn't pretend to misunderstand him. "It's there." He waved. "Just a short plane ride away. Or a phone call. Or a letter." He took a drink. "It doesn't have to be here."

"True." Mulder decided a definite change was called for. He knelt over the other man's lap, taking the cup of beer from Alex's hand and setting it aside. "I have an idea." He looked into the green eyes, darkened to black by the clear moonlight, and watched a faint shadow disappear.

Alex wrapped his arms around Mulder's waist and smiled. "Do I need to guess?"

Mulder tugged the hem of the younger man's shirt out of his jeans and started working on the buttons.

"Hey, buddy, this is a public place," Alex objected.

"That's the point," Mulder laughed. He peeled the fabric off of Alex's shoulders and threw the garment aside. "Besides, no one can see us." Which was the truth, since they were on top of the tallest building in town.

Mulder wriggled out of his own shirt and they slid into each other's arms. In a tangle of hands and arms and legs they stripped each other out of the remainder of their clothes. They left the decorative masks for last and Mulder broke into laughter at the picture Alex made, leaning back on his elbows, naked except for the black fabric covering half his face.

"You look like a negative image of a raccoon," he teased.

They could hear the laughter and music rising from the street below but their location was a world away from the raucous party.

"Again with the extravagant compliments, Mulder?" Alex took off the mask and threw it aside. "You'll turn my head." He untied Mulder's mask and tossed it away as well, pulling the older man down next to him.

The night air was sensuous against Mulder's naked body, a sharp contrast to the slight roughness of the worn mattress. He dipped a lazy finger into his cold juice and ran it down Alex's chest, leaning forward to lick off the trail of moisture he created. He decorated each nipple with drops of the same sweet liquid, then sucked it off, biting each hard nub lightly. Underneath the flavor of the juice, he could taste the faint saltiness of his lover's skin.

Mulder licked his way down the bronzed chest and tipped the cup slightly over Alex's groin.

"Don't you dare," the other man warned softly.

Mulder laughed again. "How are you going to stop me?" But he set the cup down obediently, dipping his fingers in the liquid and trailing them down Alex's erection. He stroked the organ with his fingertips for a few minutes, memorizing the picture Alex made in the moonlight.

Night-dark eyes gleamed at him from under a shock of black hair. The carefully cultivated tan highlighted the creamy perfection of the skin below Alex's navel. Under his gaze, Alex stretched and smiled invitingly, white teeth flashing in the clear light.

"What's the matter, you're not thirsty any more?" he asked breathlessly.

Mulder grinned and leaned down to clean off the sticky liquid, enjoying the feel of his lover squirming under the caress of his tongue. Then he moved up and stretched one arm beneath Alex's head, pulling him close for a kiss.

"Roll over," he invited.

Alex looked at him, then smiled and moved onto his stomach. "Don't dump ice water on me again," he warned.

"We don't have any ice water," Mulder said absently. He poured a few drops over the warm skin, watching them merge and slide down the bare flesh, leaving a glistening trail of moisture. With his tongue, he traced the same path from the nape of the tanned neck down to the small of his lover's back. He brushed a kiss across the curve of Alex's, nipping the resilient flesh lightly, then worked his hand into the warm cleft and rubbed the tender skin.

Alex relaxed until Mulder could slip one finger into his body and work it in and out slowly. He could hear Alex's unsteady breathing and feel the muscles shift as Alex tried to push back against the caress.

Mulder raised his head and nuzzled the warm flesh, licking it and biting gently at the full curve where the flesh sloped down toward the other man's thigh. Alex sighed and his legs fell apart invitingly. Mulder licked the sensitive skin, slipping his tongue into the warmth.

"Jesus... Mulder," Alex moaned. He squirmed sensuously and arched his back.

Mulder slid up to kiss one broad shoulder, sliding his finger back into the warm tightness. "How do you feel about getting fucked in public?" he whispered. He rolled his finger, stretching the tight muscle.

Alex shuddered and mumbled something incoherent. A burst of music rolling up from the street below muffled his words.

Mulder slid his fingers in deeper, twisting them slowly, listening to Alex's muffled gasp with a smile.

Alex wriggled impatiently. "Mulder...."

"I didn't know you were in a hurry." Mulder twisted his hand slowly, feeling Alex's body clench around him. "I thought you liked to savor these encounters," he teased. He stretched out next to his lover, kissing the nearest shoulder and nuzzling Alex's arm and neck while his hand teased more heartfelt moans from his companion.

Alex buried his face in the mattress. "Mulder, are you going to fuck me, or not?"

"Not exactly the words I was hoping for." Mulder probed deeper.

Alex moaned, his body rocking against the thin bad of their bed. "Right there," he gasped.

Not yet. Mulder pulled his hand free and knelt between Alex's outspread thighs. He retrieved a condom and the lube from his jeans, rolling on the latex sheath and coating it with a handful of the slick lubricant.

He pressed against the warm body, sliding in until he heard his lover's gasp. Mulder felt a sense of triumph as he began to take possession of his lover under the open sky. Mine. An urge to force himself into the resisting body swept through him, a fleeting desire to feel the other man squirming and begging against the mattress. Mulder tried not to let the sensation overwhelm him. When he pushed farther into the warmth, Alex clawed at the thin pad and uttered a quiet cry.

Mulder braced himself on his arms, moving slowly at first, twisting his hips and smiling when he heard Alex mumbling frantically. He does like to talk. Mulder concentrated on the tight warmth sliding against his cock. Alex's soft voice echoed in his ears and the body under his rocked against him encouragingly.

The sounds of revelry from the street were dying down as the two men moved together in the moonlight. Occasional loud laughter wafted up to the roof and somewhere a band was playing tiredly.

Mulder kept moving, teasing himself with slow, shallow strokes, feeling Alex's eager response as he let the sensations build and then lying almost motionless against the captive body while the pleasure subsided.

"Roll over," Mulder coaxed. They shifted position and Mulder slid his arms under Alex's knees and drove deeply into the exquisite tightness again.

"Oh... god." Alex reached for himself, stroking himself in time with Mulder's deep thrusts.

"No," Mulder insisted. "Not yet." He pulled himself free from Alex's body, ignoring the cry of protest.

"Mulder." Alex's voice was ragged.

Mulder stretched out on his back and coaxed Alex to kneel across his hips. When Alex's hand closed around him, Mulder tensed and thrust back into his lover's body. He cupped one hand under the curve of Alex's hip, feeling the muscles work and shift. Alex pushed down against him until Mulder was completely buried in the tight warmth. He moaned softly.

Mulder grabbed Alex's hand as he reached for his own erection again. "No," he gasped. He pushed Alex's hands flat against his thighs and held them there.

Alex stared at him through half-closed eyes, but he didn't object. Mulder rocked his hips and Alex started riding him slowly, his movements awkward until they established a rhythm. Mulder watched the sun-bronzed body working against him.

"Harder, Alex." Alex moved faster, his body stroking Mulder's cock roughly. Mulder shuddered and wrapped his hands around Alex's hips, thrusting up inside of him.

At last, Mulder gave in to his desire to touch the other man, wrapping his hand around Alex's erection and stroking it insistently. Alex moaned and twisted against him. Mulder cupped his other hand around the vulnerable softness at the base of his lover's erection and squeezed gently as he thrust into the heat again and again. Through half-closed eyes, he watched Alex moving above him, the younger man's head thrown back as the pleasure overwhelmed him.

The muscles surrounding him tightened and Mulder buried himself deeply in the tight warmth, feeling the pleasure cresting inside of him. His muffled shout echoed into the almost-deserted street below.

Alex slid off of Mulder's body to collapse beside him on the mattress. One arm lay limply across Mulder's chest, and he stroked it gently as he watched the moon.

After a couple of minutes, Mulder forced himself to sit up. "So, you think we've missed the last bus?"

"We'd better not have, because I'm not spending the night here." Alex sat up and claimed a quick kiss, then started pulling on his discarded clothing.

"What's the matter?" Mulder started dressing. "We've got moonlight. Isn't it romantic enough for you?"

Alex followed him down the stairs. " Mulder, you wouldn't know romance if you fell over it, would you?"

"Give me some time," Mulder told him. He slid his arm around the other man's shoulders, ignoring the occasional spectator sitting drunkenly on the sidewalk. "I'll get the hang of it."

They headed down the street toward the waiting bus.

Alex pressed his cheek briefly against Mulder's arm. "I can wait."

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The end.