Partners
by Te

A bit on inanity, with thanks to Alicia. For a lot of 
things, really.


"But... but, Alex! We're partners!"

"If you can't fuck your partners stupid, who *can* you? Now 
stop struggling."

"Wha--"

Alex stopped the flow of protests with a blitzkrieg kiss, 
tangling his tongue with the other man's and yanking it  
into his own mouth. Mulder's explorations were tentative, 
hesitant at first, but when Alex's hand found the  
straining proof of his seduction's success under the older 
man's trousers Mulder got his own back with a vengeance. 
Alex's head hit the coffee table and bright 

//poppy shaped?//

supernovas began to bloom on the surface of his eyelids. It 
was entirely possible that lack of oxygen was at least 
partially responsible, though. When Mulder broke the kiss 
Alex was shocked to discover that he'd been stripped down 
to his boxers, but draped as he was with six feet of 
rampant federal agent he felt no real need to complain. 

//Well, *that* worked better than expected.//

He let his gaze wander back up to the flushed and 
apparently stunned face of his partner.

"Hi there."

"Ummm... hello... sorry about the coffee table."

"S'okay, really. But there's something kinda jabbing me..."

A grin parted damp, bruised-looking lips, and Alex decided  
there was something better than the pout, after all. 

A brief thrust. "You mean that?"

"Mmm... yeah."

"I suppose it must be terribly uncomfortable. I could 
move..."

Alex's preemptive twist barked his shoulder against the  
damnable table, spilling assorted papers and bric-a-brac  
everywhere, and planting a paper clip in the rapidly 
mussing hair of the man now below him.

Mulder reconsidered. "Or not."

"Good choice. Now, about that jabby thingy..."

Alex began to slide down Mulder's chest, carefully biting  
away buttons as he went.

"Jabby thingy?"

A nipple sucked to hardness through thin cotton produced  a 
lovely gasp, really... "The whatsis."

"Oh... yeah... the wabob..."

A button rapped Mulder smartly on the chin before rolling  
off to wherever buttons, their time on this earth past, 
tend  to go. 

"Bob... now *there's* an idea... "

"Seems like a... Jesus!... good plan to me..."

"I thought you might like it, Mulder. You know how I trust  
your judgment." A languorously playful bat of eyelashes.

"Of course, I'd like it better if you actually 
*implemented*  it..."

Alex found a staple remover on the floor next to him and  
wielded it menacingly. "Are you complaining?"

"No, no... not at all..."

The evil plastic vampire Pac Man doohickey went flying.  
"I'm glad. I didn't want to have to get unpleasant."

Mulder tracked the flight of the doohickey surreptitiously,  
deciding that the struggle to make his new partner get  
unpleasant might be a worthy endeavor. For now, though...

He watched the hopelessly over-gelled head descend slowly, 
and prayed. Closer... closer still... lips parted... 
tongue...  reaching... out...

"You know, we don't have to do this if you really don't 
want to, Mulder."

That was a whimper. That was definitely a whimper. Mulder 
fought hard against the utterance of further inanities, and 
so missed the flash of something quite different from 
simple playfulness passing over the younger man's face.

"Please..."

Without another word Alex took him deep and pulled hard. 
Mulder watched himself buck helplessly; he was a dog 

//Take it bitch...//

jerking and straining to reach its owner and it didn't 
matter that the air was no longer reaching his lungs and 
the white noise and the flashes of old loves and that huge 
fucking tree in the backyard and when a sneaking finger 
found its way  inside he spread wide for it gasping and 
sobbing and it didn't matter nothing did one more pull and 
he'd be there...

A wet, salty kiss dragged him back to consciousness and he 
struggled to focus on the gentle smile that didn't *quite*  
hide the feral glitter in the wild green eyes.

"Welcome back."

"Thanks... but about your..."

"Yes?"

"Gizmo."

"Ah. My gizmo. I say again, yes?"

"It's jabbing me."