From: Amatia Date: Mon, 2 Aug 1999 19:49:27 -0600 Subject: "Dapple-Dawn-Drawn Falcon" (1/1) by Amatia Source: xff Title: "Dapple-Dawn-Drawn Falcon" Author: Amatia Email: violinst@pitnet.net Category: PWP, V, A, slash (Mulder/Fraser), XO w/ due South Rating: NC-17 Archiving: Gossamer. Archive/X. All others email me to say where you're putting it, please. Spoilers: XF - none. dS - "An Invitation to Romance" & "Victoria's Secret, Part Two" Summary: While in Chicago during "Folie a Deux", Mulder pays a visit to Constable Benton Fraser. Author's Notes at the end. "Dapple-Dawn-Drawn Falcon" by Amatia Fox Mulder rang the doorbell at the Canadian consulate, nervously glancing at his watch as he did so. He was on a schedule, a tight schedule, but he had managed to arrange it so that he had a few select hours free. And there was a certain person he wanted to share them with, provided he was here. A red suited Mountie minus the hat opened the door, wearing an apron. "Ah, hello. Welcome to Canada. You caught me just as I was about to bake Inspector Thatcher a cake. It's her birthday, you know. Well, perhaps you don't know. Constable Renfield Turnbull, how may I help you?" "Is Constable Fraser in?" Mulder asked, unable to hold back a grin. "That he is. Are you a friend of his? Please, follow me." Mulder followed the ridiculous looking Turnbull up the stairs and to a wooden door. Turnbull raised a hand to knock, but Mulder stopped him. "I can take it from here, Constable. Thank you." Turnbull dropped his hand. "Ah, yes, as you wish." Mulder waited until Turnbull had gone back down the staircase to knock on the door. As it was opened, he heard the tail end of a comment he supposed was to Diefenbaker. "...and you are not supposed to be eating so much spaghetti! Do you want me to tell Mrs. Vecchio to stop feeding you?" Mulder heard a slight whine from Dief, and then Fraser's shocked face appeared in the doorway. "Fox!" he exclaimed. "Ben," Mulder said with a grin. Fraser stepped back from the doorway. "Come on in." No sooner had he shut the door than Mulder was sliding his arms around him. "I've got tonight and that's all, Ben. Scully will be here tomorrow and there's no chance I can just slip away from the investigation." Fraser nodded, pressing a kiss to the underside of Mulder's chin. "It's all right." They had come to an understanding years ago, that there would be no questions, that if they ever found someone else it would be all right to just say goodbye. But neither had, and their relationship continued to be a once a year weekend at a little Upper Peninsula bed and breakfast where they could shut out the world and make love for three days, then go back to their jobs, Mulder in Washington, Fraser somewhere in Canada. Until he'd been moved to Chicago, and Mulder had waited for a case there so he could see Fraser more than just once a year. "Come to my hotel room," Mulder whispered, then caught Fraser's mouth in a kiss that took his breath away. "I am not making love to you on that bedroll with your wolf watching," he continued when he pulled back. "I have no objection to that," Fraser replied, and grabbed his hat. "You behave for Turnbull," he warned Dief, "and don't you dare try to eat any of Inspector Thatcher's birthday cake!" Outside the Consulate Mulder flagged down a taxi. "Route Twelve motel," he told the driver as they got in. They'd met while on vacation, in Wisconsin. Fraser had decided to see some of the United States, and Mulder had been on a mandatory stop-working-your-ass-off-in-VC cross country drive in a Bureau car. They'd been staying at the same hotel, had met in the bar, had dinner, and had walked the entire night in the crisp fall air until some insane impulse and a little too much beer with dinner had urged Mulder to kiss Fraser in the middle of Lincoln Park. Fraser had responded with equal passion, and for the next two weeks, they were inseparable. Then neither had been able to just let it go, so they agreed to meet in six months at the same hotel and see if things were still the same. And they had been, for the last seven years. Neither wanted to let go, but neither wanted to commit, and quit his job to move in with the other. Love had been confessed on their second weekend together, and both had admitted to missing the other terribly. But still, they had two separate lives that had to be led. Mulder practically pulled Fraser from the cab. He paid the driver, and found his motel key in the dark. "Don't you think we've been doing this for too many years?" Fraser whispered, his lips on Mulder's ear. Hazel eyes met blue as Mulder pushed the door open. "You want to stop?" "Not for a lifetime supply of my grandmother's bannock," Fraser replied, shoving Mulder into the room and onto the bed. Mulder raised himself up onto his elbows. "You're not even letting me get my trench off, Ben?" Fraser quickly divested himself of his clothing, and watched as Mulder did the same. Sparks flew as their eyes met, and Fraser slid into Mulder's arms on the bed. Skin whispered across skin, and both men closed their eyes. "It's like coming home," Mulder murmured against Fraser's collarbone. "Indeed," Fraser replied, and caught Mulder's mouth with his in a deep kiss. Mulder slid his fingers through Fraser's short hair and returned the kiss hungrily. "Make love to me," Fraser whispered against Mulder's lips. "I was planning on it," Mulder growled, reaching for Fraser's half-hard cock and rapidly bringing it to attention. Fraser groaned and arched into the other man's touch. Years of exploring the other's body had made both men aware of just where to touch each other, and Mulder made the best use of his knowledge of Fraser's body. He continued to stroke Fraser's cock while swirling his tongue around the other man's nipples, making them stiff points immediately. "Sometimes I think I know your body too well," Mulder whispered, then licked a line straight down to Fraser's groin. "Then sometimes I think it's an advantage." Fraser moaned as Mulder closed his lips around the head of his cock. "If knowing my body too well means you can do that," he gasped, "then I do believe it's an advantage." Mulder grasped Fraser's hips and kept him from thrusting as he took more of the Mountie's length into his mouth. Fraser ran his fingers through Mulder's hair, noting in the back of his mind that it had recently been washed. Mulder must have showered before coming to visit him, and - oh, God... Mulder pulled back and looked up at his lover, his eyes sparkling. Fraser opened one eye, then the other. "I certainly hope you're going to finish," he said, breathing heavily. "I'm going to finish," Mulder replied, laughing, "but I don't know if you are." Fraser raised an eyebrow, then tackled him, drawing Mulder's cock into his mouth and skillfully manipulating the other man until he was begging for release. Then he slid his body up Mulder's. "Don't be a tease," he whispered into Mulder's ear. "I couldn't resist," Mulder said, then reached over onto the nightstand. He handed Fraser and condom and a tube of lubricant. "I can't resist this, either," he whispered against Fraser's neck, then bit softly. "Lucky for you my uniform has a high collar." Fraser nipped back, then ripped open the condom and slid it over Mulder's straining cock. He spread lube over it, then pressed the tube into Mulder's hand. "My turn." Mulder squeezed lube onto his fingers as Fraser turned over, offering Mulder his naked ass. Not going to turn down such an offer, Mulder slid first one, then two fingers into Fraser's body, loosening the ring of muscle. Fraser pushed back against his hand, and gasped as Mulder's fingers brushed against his prostate. The FBI agent removed his fingers from the Mountie, then grabbed Fraser's hips and positioned his cock against Fraser's anus. "Ready?" "Yes." Both men groaned as Mulder began to push into Fraser, lube-slicked fingers grasping finely muscled hips. It only took a few seconds before Mulder was fully embedded in Fraser's body. "Ben," Mulder ground out, face pressed against Fraser's back. "Yes, Fox?" Fraser replied, sweat dripping from his forehead onto the sheet. "I love you," Mulder whispered, then started to thrust. He wrapped his hand around Fraser's cock and stroked it in time with his thrusts, tingling starting to spread all through his body as they moved in tandem. Fraser bucked in Mulder's grip as Mulder's shaft hit his prostate. "Oh, sweet..." Mulder grinned, but the grin dissolved into a look of exstacy as their movement brought him to the edge of orgasm. "Ben, I'm gonna cum," he warned his partner in a moan. Then he felt Fraser's cock swell in his hand, and they both dissolved into millions of particles of light, swirling through each other... Afterward, they spooned up, yawning. "I'll be gone when you wake up," Mulder murmured in Fraser's ear. "You think I don't know that, Fox?" Fraser replied sadly, pulling Mulder's arm over his stomach. Mulder turned over and wrapped his arms around Fraser. "I'll admit that D.C. and Chicago are closer than D.C. and the Territories, but my life is with the X-Files. And your life is with the RCMP. We both know that a long distance relationship wouldn't work." "I thought was in love once before," Fraser said softly, dropping a kiss on Mulder's forehead, "and later I thought it was just an inner ear imbalance." "I do love you," Mulder insisted. "And I love you, and all it gets me is three days a year of the best sex anyone could ever want or need. But I know better than to hope, Fox. The last time I forcefully tried to be with the person I loved I got shot in the back." Mulder's hand drifted over the scar marring Fraser's smooth back almost unconsciously. "Maybe that's a sign that if we wait just a little longer things might turn out. There's always that chance I could get transferred up here." "And there's always the chance that I'll get transferred to Baffin Island," Fraser replied with a sigh. "So once again we're left with a stalemate." "Look, all I know is that I love you and I don't want to lose this, even if all it is is seventy-two hours out of the eight thousand, seven hundred and sixty in a year." Mulder looked deep into Fraser's eyes. "It's still seventy-two hours that we don't have to spend alone." Fraser kissed him deeply, then laid his head on Mulder's chest. "I'll see you in June, Fox," he whispered, and closed his eyes. (Author's Notes: The title is part of a line in the poem "The Windhover" by Gerard Manley Hopkins. Fraser recites the first few lines of "The Windhover" at the end of "Victoria's Secret, Part Two", after being shot. I know this story is not much else but smut - but I guess you could say it's my first real PWP, and PWP was my goal...Thanks to Ladyhawk for trying to keep me focused and a quick beta. :-) Please, someone let me know if my characterization of Turnbull was correct...)