From: laurelc@wincom.net
Date: Mon, 08 Nov 2004 23:07:17 -0500
Subject: [atxc-pi] NEW: Hot desert nights -NC-17- (0/1)
Source: atxc

Title: Hot desert nights 
Author: laurel 
Feedback Email: laurelc@wincom.net 
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Archive at Gossamer: Yes to Gossamer 
Status: NEW - Standalone 
Size: 0k 
Category: PWP 
Pairings: Mulder/Krycek 
Rating: NC-17 
Gossamer Category: Vignette ~ Sex (PWP) ~ Slash 
Summary: Mulder waits in the desert for alien ships in the night and Krycek. 

Part 1
Please see part 0 (template) for story information.

Notes: Mulder's POV

Spoilers: None 

Archive: okay to WWOMB, DitB, slashing Mulder, anyone just ask 
first.

Let me set the scene for you.  It's the American southwest in the
dry desert, where pink buildings glow like rose quartz in the
setting sun.  When dusk comes creeping up like a secret military
plane, the wind picks up and blows cold, sending shivers up my
spine.  I'm not dressed for this weather, just light jeans and a
thin tee shirt.  But I wait patiently, even while the night sky
purples, darkens, blackens.

The songs on the radio mimic the buzz and pulse of the desert-
Orb, Moby, Depeche Mode, full of melancholy, contemplative lyrics
and synthesizer.  This artificial music suits the scenery.

He shows up dressed inky as the night, knocks on the window.  He
brings the cold inside with him.  I can feel it in the creases of
black leather brushing against my bare arm, the steel bite of 
zipper as I pull down the tab of his tight jeans.

He sighed as I pulled him out, held him in my hot hand.  The music
thrummed the same rhythm as my fingers dancing on his cock.  He
sighed with each pull until it became a ripple of sound, much like
the notes on a keyboard or the strings of a violin.

He closed his green eyes and thrashed his head as I jacked him firmly
until he groaned in protest.

The stars winked at us overhead, lights flashed across the skies.
Whether those streaks were lightning or alien ships, I couldn't tell,
they were that quick and came from nowhere.

He didn't notice at all though I wondered if he saw sparks of light 
behind his squeezed eyes.  He groaned louder this time and my 
hand was covered with his warm come.  

He handed me a wet nap silently.  It's a good thing I keep those
in the glove compartment.  They come in handy.

He sighed again and this time it felt like loss, sounded like the
loneliest sound I'd ever heard, sadder than even Moby.

So I pulled him into my arms, still half-naked and he clung to me
and we kissed until the last song ended before the static crackled
over the speakers and another streak of lightning flashed.



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