"Green"
By Viridian5
8/24/98

RATING: R.  K/P.  If m/m interaction bothers you, run away now.
SPOILERS: none, really.
SUMMARY: A mouse and a Rat disturb the ordered peace of 
Pendrell's lab.
DISTRIBUTION: Anywhere, as long as you ask me first.
DISCLAIMERS: All things X-Files belong to Chris Carter, Ten-
Thirteen, and 20th Century Fox.  I'm just sharing and not making a 
cent off it, I swear!  No infringement intended.  Suing me would be 
a waste of time and a mean thing to do.  I have no money.  At all.
FEEDBACK: Hell, yes.  All feedback can be sent to 
Viridian5@aol.com 
NOTES: Another Manic!Viridian written-at-work-when-I-should-
be-doing-something-else story.
Lyrics at the end because I just *had* to.
Beta work by the enchanting Pares, who appreciates my 
insanity... I think.  Thanks to Alicia for helping me be discrete... 
uhm, *discreet*.


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"Green"
By Viridian5
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Sean Pendrell slid on his hands and knees across the floor of the 
lab crooning, "Here, Pooky... heeeeeeere, Pooky.  Come to 
Daddy."  //Thank God no one else is here to see this.//

He knew he looked ridiculous, but he looked ridiculous in the 
name of scientific advancement.  He was chasing a green 
labmouse.  That was what happened when you worked with 
Spooky Mulder, he supposed.

Pendrell had seen flash of neon green just out of the corner of his 
eye once in a while for a week.  At first he thought he had to cut 
down on his overtime, then wondered if someone was spiking his 
coffee as a joke, but the green streak kept showing up.  Then it 
came close enough for him to see that it was a mouse.  He'd 
thought that maybe its fur had been covered in something that gave 
it that color, but its eyes were green too.  It ran under the table 
before he could catch it.

He immediately thought of all the vials of bizarre "alien" goo 
Spooky Mulder had brought him, but Pendrell kept them locked 
securely up with the other biohazardous materials.  No way 
anything could break in there.  He wondered if the mouse had 
come from the fabled basement office, where Mulder no doubt 
kept some things he shouldn't have. 

Then Pendrell got another look at it later and recognized the 
mouse's stumpy tail.  The little guy had to be Pooky, who'd made 
a jailbreak two weeks earlier.  Pendrell wasn't in the habit of 
giving the lab animals cutesy names, but Pooky had always had 
more personality and been friendlier than the other mice.

Now the name was almost appropriate.  Pookas changed shape, 
while Pooky had somehow been exposed to something that had 
transformed him at a genetic level, made him change color.

Pendrell wanted to know if the changes were more than cosmetic.  
Had the mouse's eating habits or life cycle changed?  Pendrell had 
thoughts of mating Pooky to see if the green was recessive or 
dominant.  He wanted to find out how the mouse had been exposed 
to whatever had changed it and what that catalyst had been.  When 
the little guy came to the end of his natural //unnatural?// life, he 
could be dissected and examined for other changes.

Pooky twitched pale green whiskers at him and gave him a look 
that appeared almost wry.  The look said, "Humiliate yourself all 
you want, but I'm not going back to that cage, bub."

"You know I won't hurt you, little guy.  You'll live like a king.  
The best food, some girl mice...." //Sure, Sean, part of the change is 
that he now understands English.  If he does, he's laughing his 
little mouse ass off at you right now.// 

**************************************************************

Alex Krycek congratulated himself on leading Mulder astray 
again.  While the agent checked out a sextoy warehouse for 
nonexistent evidence of aliens, Krycek would be back at the lab a 
floor above Mulder's office stealing real evidence.  He looked 
forward to his former partner eventually figuring it out.  The 
confrontation that would result would be fun.  He loved forcing 
emotion into that blank face and monotone voice.  Maybe someday 
Mulder would figure it out... 

Krycek quickly looked into the lab to check it before he walked in.  
No one should be here at 10 pm, but he preferred to be safe.  He 
didn't see anyone.

"C'mon, Pooky, I would never hurt you.  I'm taking you home to a 
nice nest of wood chips and easy food.  I would never hurt you."

//I *have* to find out what this is about.//  As quiet as a mouse, 
Krycek leaned to look around the lab table and saw a young man 
wriggling around on his hands and knees on the floor.  The lab coat 
covered a lot, but from the way it moved over the young man's 
body, Krycek could imagine...

Then the kid looked up and saw him and, worse, *recognized* 
him.  Apparently the lab tech kept track of the FBI's most wanted. 
He leapt to his feet, and his hand went for his gun, but Krycek 
grabbed his wrists first.  They faced and stared at one another with 
their arms outstretched over a lab table full of glass beakers and 
test tubes.  

The kid looked like a choir boy, too young and innocent to be 
allowed out after 10, but Krycek had used the young and innocent 
facade himself now and then.  The lab tech tried to be 
expressionless, but his pulse jumped through his wrists, his 
naturally pale redhead's skin looked paler than it should, and his 
blue, blue eyes burned with rage and fear.  //Rarr.  Just the way I 
like it....//

Krycek smiled.  "C'mon, Pooky, I would never hurt you."

*************************************************************

Pendrell stared at the man who'd help kidnap Agent Scully, who'd 
thrown away all his honor, who'd cast aside the oaths he'd taken to 
defend and protect.  Traitor, the lowest....  Krycek threw off a sense 
of danger like summer lightning, and his green eyes could have 
been chips of arctic ice, deep, cold, and giving the impression of 
infinite depths.  Then the eyes started to warm a little with 
amusement.  

//The bastard's laughing at me.//

Pendrell tried to struggle discreetly, get his wrists loose without 
plunging his arms and Krycek's down on a table full of glass.  He 
couldn't do it, but he didn't see how the traitor could do anything 
either.  Impasse.  //I wonder what he'll do now.//  Pendrell tried to 
anticipate the former agent's next move.

"You think you know and understand everything, don't you," 
Krycek's eyes, warming further, flickered to the ID badge on the 
labcoat, "...Agent Pendrell?" His smile turned deeper, darker.

Unsettled by the sudden cat-eating-the-canary look but desperate 
not to show it, Pendrell just shook his head slowly in negation.  
This man could torture or kill him, and no one would ever know if 
Krycek dumped him somewhere else.  He braced himself for the 
worst.

Krycek caught him completely off guard anyway.  The former 
agent abruptly pulled him forward by the wrists and into a kiss.  
Pendrell felt beakers rattling just under his chest, but that seemed 
less and less important as a rush of sensation hit his body, 
accompanied by an expert tongue that surprised him into admitting 
it into his mouth.  When he opened his eyes he drowned in warm, 
thick green and wondered how he could have ever seen those eyes 
as irrevocably cold.  He couldn't think; he could only surrender.  
Pendrell wanted to get closer....  Traitor, killer, spy, whatever, the 
man could kiss.  

//What is he doing?  What am *I* doing?//

**************************************************************

Krycek had kissed the kid on a mischievous whim, just because he 
could, and hadn't expected the immediate acquiescence.  He 
appreciated it; he just hadn't expected it or the fact that the kid 
could *kiss*....  Sean Pendrell moaned against his lips, and he 
shivered.  The thought of corrupting an innocent always turned 
him on, and the lab tech provided that without, it appeared, the 
often frustrating ignorance that went with it.

//I came in here for a reason.  Damn.//  Regretfully, he pulled back 
and away.  The lab tech's eyes, which had the rich blue of the sky 
on a clear autumn day, looked dazed and so damned hot.  //Another 
time, kid.  Definitely another time.//  Krycek headbutted Pendrell 
and, with difficulty, controlled his descent to the floor.

Krycek found the specimen and notes right where his employer 
told him they would be.  He filed that revealing bit of information 
away for later.  With everything he'd come for tucked into his coat, 
he went back to check on the kid.  

Pendrell lay sprawled out on the floor, looking like he'd taken a 
nap.  //He could identify me.  I should kill him, or take him away, 
kill him, and dump the body somewhere it will never be found.  
Why didn't I just let him split his head open on a table on the way 
down?  He looks so sweet....//  Krycek started to smile.  //I don't 
think he'll be in a hurry to report this incident.  Maybe I have a soft 
spot for workaholic federal agents, even if the two aren't alike in 
any other way.  I have to work on changing that, but not tonight.//

Then Krycek saw the mouse sitting on Pendrell's shoulder.  The 
*green* mouse, resplendent in bright emerald shades even down to 
its eyes and whiskers.  //So much for living the life of a normal 
operative for hire.  Maybe I could get a bonus for this.//  He gently 
picked up the mouse and put it in his pocket before planting a kiss 
on Agent Pendrell's slack lips and leaving, humming a jaunty tune 
under his breath.

//Till next time, kid.//

**************************************************************

Pendrell came to on the floor with a pounding headache and the 
taste of spearmint on his lips.  The events preceding his collapse 
came rushing back, and he moaned.

A torrent of thoughts clashed and collided.  //He took me down so 
damned easily.  Did he steal anything?  I have to check.  He felt so 
good....  What did he come here for?  That kiss, that kiss....  He 
helped those bastards take Agent Scully....  Will he come back?  I 
have to tell-- but I can't tell anyone what happened here tonight!  
I'm not even supposed to be here.  I can just see it: "I stayed over 
to try to catch a labmouse.  Well, this was a very special labmouse.  
It was green.  Then former agent Krycek came by, and I locked 
lips with him.  Who knows what else I would have agreed to do 
with him if he hadn't knocked me out.  Please commit me."//

Pendrell still hadn't caught Pooky.  He didn't know if Krycek had 
stolen anything.  Right now, Pendrell didn't care.  It could all wait 
for tomorrow.

As he left the lab as if the devil chased him, confused and 
unsettled, he thought that everything he wanted that was out of 
reach was green....


*************************THE END**************************

"It's not that easy being green;
Having to spend each day the color of the leaves.
When I think it could be nicer being red, or
   yellow or gold
or something much more colorful like that.

It's not easy being green.
It seems you blend in with so many
   other ordinary things.
And people tend to pass you over 'cause you're 
   not standing out like flashy sparkles in the water-
   or stars in the sky.

But green's the color of Spring.
And green can be cool and friendly-like.
And green can be big like an ocean, or important
   like a mountain, or tall like a tree.

When green is all there is to be
It could make you wonder why, but why wonder why
Wonder, I am green and it'll do fine,
   it's beautiful!
And I think it's what I want to be."

 -- "Green"
lyrics by Joe Rapposo, sung by Kermit the Frog


More Viridian5 stories can be found in The Green Room at 
http://members.tripod.com/~drovar/viridian/
Fandoms represented: X-Files, Once a Thief, due South, 
Hard Core Logo, the Buffy the Vampire Slayer movie, Angel, 
Two Guys and a Girl (was Two Guys, a Girl and a Pizza Place), 
X-Men, Doctor Who

"Green II: Another Momentary Lapse of Reason"
By Viridian5
1998

RATING: NC-17.  K/P/M.  If m/m interaction bothers you, you 
don't know what you're missing.
SPOILERS: not here, nope.
SUMMARY: Pendrell's luck abruptly changes for the better when 
some familiar faces show up at the lab after hours.
DISTRIBUTION: Anywhere, as long as you ask me first.
DISCLAIMERS: All things X-Files belong to Chris Carter, Ten-
Thirteen, and Fox.  No infringement intended.  Suing me would be 
a waste of time and a mean thing to do.  I have no money.  At all.
FEEDBACK: can be sent to Viridian5@aol.com
NOTES: This is *so* PWP.  Once the boys got started, I couldn't 
get them to leave me alone at work!  Try calling people for dry 
tuition and fee figures when you have *this* shimmying through 
your brain.
Manic!Viridian blames Pooky, otherwise called "the mouse of 
luuuuuv" by Te, for this story.
Thanks to the irreplaceable (and prompt!) Holmes, who gave me 
inspiration on some of the threesome's choreography and other 
suggestions.  Beta-work by the gracious and vivacious Small 
Woodinat Creature.


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"Green II: Another Momentary Lapse of Reason"
By Viridian5
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On his fifth hour of overtime, Sean Pendrell stared at the green 
squirrel circling in its cage and thought of how much better his life 
had been only three days ago.  No unnaturally green animals.  Not  
a single visit from traitorous former agents who had the silkiest 
lips....  If you looked in the dictionary for a definition of 
"mundane," Pendrell's life could have been used as an illustration.

Not anymore.

While Pendrell hadn't seen Pooky, the green labmouse, again, he 
managed to catch a green squirrel lurking the building's grounds.  
It had stolen someone's lunch bag, and was dragging its feast back 
to its tree.  Weighed down by what turned out to be a peanut butter 
sandwich and a can of iced tea, it couldn't avoid capture.  Evidence 
at last.  

When Pendrell brought his plan for study to his supervisors, they 
were less than enthused.  They didn't want him wasting his time 
and their money on things that had nothing to do with the FBI's 
business.  Bringing up his suspicions that a bit of Agent Mulder's 
evidence may have caused the mutation didn't do Pendrell's cause 
any good.  When he said that the first specimen to show such a 
change had been one of his labmice, they demanded to see it.  Of 
course, he couldn't provide it.  

If he had, they probably would have found a way to explain it that 
didn't involve mutations and a real color change.  Given the choice 
of believing in green animals or an insane lab technician, Pendrell's 
supervisors apparently decided it would be cheaper to believe in an 
insane employee.  They told him he should take some time off, or 
face a hearing.

When Pendrell returned to the lab, he saw a green cockroach 
skitter across the floor.  He threw a beaker at it.  It hit the insect 
and shattered, but the cockroach just shook itself and ran off.

Pendrell was starting to understand why Mulder could be such an 
asshole.

Against all expectation, the door opened.  Pendrell looked up.  
Former agent Krycek stood in the doorway, looking pissed off.  
The leather jacket and tight denim were obscenely flattering on 
him, but something else grabbed Pendrell's attention.  Krycek had 
a green mouse sitting on his shoulder.

"*You* stole my mouse?" Pendrell asked softly.

"Do you know how much trouble this damned rodent put me 
through?" Krycek asked.

"*You* stole Pooky?"

"My boss didn't believe it was actually green and accused me of 
trying to cheat him.  I've been ducking his goons ever since.  What 
were you trying to pull?"

"How about this?" Pendrell whipped out his gun and pointed it 
right where Krycek's third eye would be.  "You knock me out and 
steal my mouse, then you have the nerve to come back and yell at 
me?"

"Hey, settle down--"

"I'm having a bad week!  The mouse is green.  I didn't dye him or 
build him or fit him with a holographic projector as a scam or in 
case *someone* came by and decided to steal him!  He's green!  
Your employer is an idiot, and my supervisors are idiots, because 
he's green!"

Krycek smiled, making his Technicolor Emerald City green eyes 
brighter, and grabbed the barrel of the gun.  This was definitely not 
the way a man with a gun turned on him should act.

//Am I that big a joke to him?//  "What the hell are you doing?" 
Pendrell yelled.

"You won't shoot," Krycek said simply, his voice oddly rough.

"Try me." 

But then Pooky ran down the sleeve of Krycek's leather jacket and 
settled on top of the gun barrel, looking guilelessly at Pendrell and 
twitching his whiskers.  //Et tu, Pooky?  That bastard can turn 
anyone....//  The mouse then climbed up the sleeve of Pendrell's lab 
coat and settled on his shoulder.  Pale green whiskers tickled his 
neck and distracted him before the mouse leapt onto a nearby table.

Thus, he didn't notice when Krycek took the gun and set it down 
on the table.  He did notice when Krycek grabbed him, bent down, 
and kissed him.  The sensation of the body, all hard muscle and 
bone, against his sent a shock of electricity through Pendrell, 
turning to sparks as the other man rubbed luxuriously against him.  
Just like before, he felt himself being swept under by a warm, 
green tide.  One knowing hand settled at the back of his head, 
holding him in place, while the other roamed under his lab coat 
before settling at the small of his back, stroking.  Pendrell's hands 
gained a will of their own, one pulling the former agent closer and 
the other caressing the soft peach fuzz at the back of his neck.

//Oh, God, he can make anyone turn traitor....//

Dizzy and breathless, Pendrell swayed in Krycek's arms until the 
former agent backed him into the counter, then lifted him onto it.  
Suddenly looking down into crazy green eyes instead of up as he 
was accustomed, Pendrell asked, "Why are you doing this?"

"Because I want to."

**************************************************************

Krycek smiled as he looked at the tousled and dazed lab tech in 
front of him.  He'd always loved the way redheads showed a blush 
so readily.  When he put his hand on the very obvious bulge in 
front of him, Agent Pendrell moaned.

The whole thing with the mouse had only been part of why Krycek 
had returned.  Mainly, he'd been fascinated with the odd blend of 
innocence and wantonness he'd accidentally discovered in this 
Pendrell, who looked like a choirboy but kissed and responded like 
a pro.  A few days ago, business concerns had prevented him from 
taking advantage, but he had the time now, and ducking his last 
employer's thugs had brought his blood and adrenaline up.

When Pendrell had pulled a gun on him, Krycek had almost 
thanked him for it.  Enraged, jittery, and sleep-deprived looked 
delicious on that kid, especially in the way they made the wide, 
blue, blue eyes glitter.  The almost instant surrender that followed 
the kiss had been even better.

"Krycek," Agent Pendrell said, making him realize that he'd given 
the lab tech a chance for second thoughts.  

//Can't have that happening.//  He started to stroke the kid again 
and smiled at the whimpers his touch elicited.  "Yes?  And don't 
you think we've gotten to the point where we can use first names?  
I'm Alex." //It always pays to make them complicit with you....//  "I 
only used the mouse as an excuse.  I came back for you...."

"Alex," it came out as a long, soft moan, "I'm getting down from 
here." Pendrell slid off the counter and leaned against Krycek.  "I 
wasn't comfortable."  His hands started to work on the former 
agent's zipper.

//Then by all means make yourself comfortable.//  Krycek let his 
own hands roam all over the kid, who in his sturdy stockiness 
made Alex think of a farmboy, just in from the fields....  
//Sometimes even I'm surprised by what I find kinky.//

"Could you take off the T-shirt but put the jacket back on?" 
Pendrell asked as he continued to remove the jeans.  Unsurprised 
by the request, Krycek complied.  He'd liked the way the way the 
jacket felt against his bare nipples anyway.

Pendrell peeled the tight jeans away just enough to leave Krycek's 
ass and groin naked, then went to work on the exposed cock.  A 
small but strong hand alternated teasing caresses with rough pulls 
while its mate toyed with Krycek's balls.  Either someone had 
taught the kid how to handle the equipment, or he was a natural 
talent.  As they kissed, one of the lab tech's short fingernails traced 
a line along the bottom of the throbbing shaft, evoking a pleased 
groan from its owner.  Pendrell pulled him closer.  The rough 
fabric of the lab coat rubbing against his bare flesh brought him 
over, and it took all his strength not to grind the kid into the 
counter as he came. 

**************************************************************

Krycek leaned and folded almost over on Pendrell as he stood, 
gasping, from his orgasm.  The hot, humid breath against Sean's 
neck made his cock grow even harder. 

//Led around by your dick.  They have a word for you, Sean.  
"Slut." Another word: "betrayer."  You just brought off the man 
who helped kidnap Agent Scully.  Don't you have any shame?//  
Krycek started to pull down Pendrell's pants with slow strokes.  
//From that moan, I guess not.//  Soon, they had pooled around his 
ankles.

"You're *so* good, Pooky," the traitor said softly.

"Don't call me--"

Krycek gracefully settled on his knees, then tongued the weeping 
slit of Pendrell's cock, exploring it thoroughly.  "Yes, Pooky?"

Legs suddenly weak, Pendrell leaned against the counter to support 
himself.  "N--nothing."

"I thought so," Krycek said against the shaft.  His tongue traced 
slow, wet spirals down to the base.  He took it into his mouth, then 
slid back to let it out, over and over in a facsimile of fucking.  
Sometimes he nipped at it on the way in or out....

"Oh, please..." Pendrell panted as he gripped Krycek's shoulders, 
making the leather creak a little.

Finally, Krycek put an arm around him to pull him close and 
swallowed him whole.  He let out a strangled sob as the former 
agent milked him, humming all the while.  He was so damned 
close, with the sensations so intense they almost felt like pain.  
Then one of Krycek's fingers stroked his perineum.  He screamed 
as he came hard, bucking wildly.

**************************************************************

Mulder limped through the hallway toward the lab.  He had been 
punched, shot at, and dragged by a moving car through the mud, 
but at least he had his evidence.  With the hours Pendrell had been 
working lately, the lab tech might still be there to analyze the goop.

//What a night.  What a day.  Why do I torture myself like this?  I 
should have just gone home and gone to bed the moment I realized 
that my lunch had disappeared earlier today.  The day got worse 
from there anyway.  I could have told Scully that peanut butter and 
lemon-flavored iced tea are the source of my strength and just 
left.//

When he heard the scream, Mulder got his gun out and ran.  He 
thought the screams and small moans were coming from the lab.  
He burst through the door, ready to shoot, and stopped dead in 
shock.

Agent Pendrell--tousled, flushed, eyes closed, looking utterly 
abandoned and very satisfied--was leaning heavily on a man who 
still had his face buried in the lab tech's groin.  He looked 
abruptly, oddly beautiful....  Mulder heard faint sucking sounds and 
immediately went hard.  Mulder had never had the urge to imagine 
Pendrell's sex life, or even think he had one, but having it thrust 
into his face like this left him strangely horny himself.  Seeing that 
innocent-looking face so thoroughly debauched and so obviously 
enjoying it....

"Oh, Alex," Pendrell gasped.  His partner pulled away, and it 
was....

Alex Krycek.

Mulder knew his mouth was hanging open.  He couldn't get it to 
close.  //Alex Krycek?  Of all the people--  Alex Krycek?//  He 
wouldn't even let himself consider why felt so strangely betrayed, 
and not by Pendrell. 

Then the lab technician opened his eyes.  "Oh, God," he said.

Krycek spun on his knees to face Mulder, something he would 
have done more gracefully if he hadn't had his jeans hanging off.  
His swollen lips looked wet, slicked with another man's juices.... 
Mulder quickly shied away from that thought. Eyes wide at the 
sight of Mulder, Pendrell blushed deeply red, then scooted behind 
the counter and disappeared, probably to get his pants up from 
around his ankles.

A million questions swarmed in Mulder's mind, but he could only 
choke out, "Why is the mouse sitting on that counter green?"

**************************************************************

"We don't know yet," Krycek said with a big smile.  The night 
kept getting better. 

Mulder looked scrumptious in boots, tight jeans, black T-shirt, 
brown leather jacket, and streaks of mud.  A shallow abrasion and 
a stroke of dirt adorned one prominent cheekbone like war paint.  
Stunned, he stood there, staring helplessly and hungrily at the 
hardening cock Krycek still hadn't put back under his jeans. 

Krycek walked over with a little sway to further accentuate his 
assets and took the gun from Mulder's slack hand.  //It seems to be 
my night to disarm my lovers.//  From the lust and confusion on his 
former partner's face, the wait was over.  Mulder finally got it.  Or 
would get it.

"Like what you see?" Krycek asked.  Mulder tore his gaze away 
and tried to pretend to be elsewhere.

A low sigh behind him made Krycek look back.  Pendrell watched 
them with such sadness, obviously anticipating being tossed to the 
side.  He looked so cute with his tousled curls, already neatened 
clothing, innocent appearance, and the green mouse sitting on his 
shoulder.  Such a good boy.  Krycek smirked.  //How could I 
possibly toss him aside?  I still haven't figured him out.  He took 
such great care of me, and I wouldn't have this shot with Mulder if 
not for him.//

"Sean," Krycek said.  The kid's head whipped up.  "Get over 
here." When Pendrell stood nearby, Krycek pulled him close, 
stroking his wrist a little, and whispered into his ear, the one that 
didn't have a mouse next to it, "If we play this right, we could both 
have Mulder.  What do you say?" The kid looked incredulous at 
first, then smiled poison apple sweet.  //Oh, he *is* a natural.//  
Krycek gave him a brief but intense tonguing for a reward, then 
pulled back a little.  "Have you ever done anything like this 
before?"

Something shifted in clear blue eyes.  "Once, during finals week 
senior year at a party...."

//Dear God, I will never, ever pre-judge another person again, I 
swear.  Could you keep sending them my way?  Thanks.//

Meanwhile, Mulder had that wonderful deer-caught-in-the-
headlights look.  //I don't think you could do a better job of turning 
me on if you tried.//  Krycek ran a finger down Mulder's 
cheekbone, spreading the dirt line down to the jaw.

"What did you come here for?" Krycek asked.

**************************************************************

Mulder writhed in his ever-tightening jeans and tried to reclaim the 
ability to speak.  "I had something for Pendrell to look at."

"I'm sure you do."

//He can turn anything into a double entendre. Must be a handy 
ability.  Think, brain!//  "You're in the middle of something.  I 
should go."

Krycek's hand slid down Mulder's chest and settled on the bulge 
in his jeans.  "We can't let you leave like this." His thumb started 
to rub in slow circles.  Mulder writhed.  Then he put his other arm 
around his former partner's waist.  When Mulder flinched violently 
at the touch, Krycek pulled up his shirt and saw the top of a long 
abrasion on his side.  "What the hell have you been doing with 
yourself, Mulder?"

"Trying to stop cars," Mulder said lightly but couldn't help shifting 
as Krycek starting to unzip his jeans and pull them down and away 
from the rest of the wound.  //You can still stop this now.

//But I don't want to....

//If I have to justify it later, I could always say that there were two 
of them, they overpowered me....//

"You have to get the ground-in mud out," Pendrell said as he 
appraised it.  "I have some hydrogen peroxide and bandages in the 
first aid kit."

"You have a first aid kit here, Pooky?" Krycek asked with a smile.

Pendrell rolled his eyes.  "It's standard lab issue, along with the 
shower in the corner.  We deal with some dangerous materials."

"Hmm...."

"You're not playing kinky games with anything in my lab, Alex, 
and the shower is just a sluice of tepid water.  It's one of the least 
sexy experiences you can have." 

"How would you know?"

Pendrell sighed and opened the kit.  Krycek stripped Mulder's 
boxers off.  //I'm almost naked, but they're still fully dressed.  This 
isn't fair.  I should do something to change that.//

"This is going to hurt like hell," Pendrell said.  "Could you keep 
him distracted, Alex?"

Krycek just smirked and took the rest of Mulder's clothing off.

Mulder yelped as he felt the lab tech's first, gentle, clinical touch 
on the open wound.  Krycek swallowed the sound against his own 
lips and stroked....

"Could you hold him *still,* Alex?  You know, the opposite of 
what you're doing to him now?"

"I bet you got your Eagle Scout merit badge in first aid," Krycek 
said.  Pendrell went utterly still.  "Oh, shit, you were an Eagle 
Scout?"  Pendrell flipped him a very insistent middle finger.  
"What would your scoutmaster say if he saw you do that?"

"Tell me to take down my pants and present my bare rear, 
probably." The light voice stirred Mulder's bare skin in a way that 
made him breathe harder.

"Kinky."

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

As Krycek kissed and stroked him while Pendrell cleaned and 
treated the wound, Mulder felt torn in two by the conflicting 
sensations of pleasure and pain, especially in their ever-changing 
intervals.  Unable to take it anymore, he tried to bat the lab tech 
away from his leg, but Pendrell sucked his fingers in and rolled 
them around in his mouth before sucking hard on them.  Krycek 
took that moment to start tonguing his ear.  Mulder sagged as his 
knees turned to water, but his former partner kept him standing. 

Pendrell finally let the fingers go with one last flicker of his tongue 
on their tops and said, "Don't try that again." Once Pendrell had 
the bandage taped in place, he asked Krycek, "How do you want to 
play this?"

Before Mulder could shake his blissed-out daze, Krycek had come 
up behind him and gripped him by the arms.  "Anything you want, 
Pooky.  He's not going anywhere."

Mulder tried to struggle, but the feel of leather and hot skin at his 
back kept distracting him.  Krycek's hard nipples and the zipper of 
the jacket pressed into his skin.  Something else pressed lower....

Pendrell started to smile in a way that looked very wrong with his 
innocent's freckled face.  "Anything?"

"Anything."

"First, you don't call me `Pooky' unless I ask you to."

"I love a challenge."

Pendrell appraised Mulder so frankly and with such heat that 
Mulder briefly wondered if he'd wandered into an alternate reality 
when he'd stepped into the lab.  This couldn't be the shy lab 
technician who could barely croak out a non-job-related word 
when in Scully's presence.  The green mouse sitting on his 
shoulder only increased the surreal nature of this moment.

The assessment being performed now should have felt demeaning, 
but it made Mulder feel oddly elated to be seen as a sex object, to 
be looked at with such hunger.  //I can't believe I *like* this.  I 
especially can't believe that I want the both of them....//  The feel of 
Krycek's hardening cock against his bare ass and the promises in 
Pendrell's eyes made him hope they wouldn't play with him for 
too long before them let him have his release.  He was already 
aroused to the point of discomfort.

**************************************************************

//I never thought I would get a chance to try out any of my 
scenarios.//  Sometimes, when Mulder was being especially 
arrogant or Dana Scully especially cold to him, Pendrell indulged 
himself in a few fantasies about what he'd do with them if he had 
them in his power.  Nothing mean or vindictive, just a sheer 
domination trip for him that would still be enjoyable for 
everybody.  The things that he'd done to Mulder in his mind 
involving this lab....  

And now Mulder stood--immobilized, obviously in heat, and 
wanting *him*--in front of him, held by an even sexier man who 
intended to watch.  For now.  He knew Alex had to have plans for 
later....  It couldn't get much better.  //Dreams can come true, it can 
happen to you....//

"I'm going to have you begging for it," Pendrell said in a low, 
rough voice he barely recognized himself.  From how hard Mulder 
already was, that wouldn't take long.  A little disappointed, he 
decided to set aside his thoughts on creative uses for test tubes and 
forceps and just go with the gift he'd already been given.

"I'm going to help," Alex said as he nibbled on the curve of 
Mulder's ear.  Mulder shivered.  "I have the condoms and slick."

"Now who's the boy scout?"

"I'm always prepared."

Pendrell took off his ID badge and stroked its hard, plastic edge 
along Mulder's cock.  Back and forth, back and forth.  Slowly.

Alex watched with such wanting that Sean wanted to skip the 
preliminaries.  //He could make me come just by looking at me....//  
Then he watched Mulder writhe.  //He does that so prettily....*I'm* 
making him do that.  I don't think I can hold out much longer.//

"Pendrell," Mulder croaked, "please, just fuck me.  I can't take this 
any longer."

Pendrell grinned wickedly.  No reason to let Mulder know that he 
wanted that too.  "Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

"Then be a good boy."

Now his fantasies came in handy again, because he already knew 
where he wanted to take this.  He draped Mulder, stomach-down, 
on a low table that had just the right height.  For Pendrell.  
Mulder's long legs had to bend awkwardly to be even slightly 
comfortable.

"Spread your legs," Pendrell said, and Mulder immediately 
complied, even wriggling a little to be more enticing.  //He must 
really want it.//  "*There's* a good boy.  You learn fast." Pendrell 
could hardly believe he was really here, about to invade the 
sanctity of Mulder's tight ass.  He had to unzip his pants just to 
relieve the pressure.

Krycek kept his former partner's arms pinned to the table with his 
hands while also rubbing sensuous circles on his captive's wrists.  
He watched the proceedings avidly, green eyes blazing.  "He put 
Pooky down first.  That's good.  It's not like we're going to do 
gerbiling here, are we?  At least I don't think so....  There goes the 
lab coat, Mulder, and the pants and....  He's so thick and hard for 
you... and he's putting the condom on with slow, slow strokes, 
teasing himself, teasing you, making you wonder when he'll take 
advantage of you."

Mulder started to grind himself against the table.  He couldn't help 
it.

"Normally, I'd penalize you for that," Pendrell said, "but this is 
such a nice view." He delivered a light, stinging slap to one cheek. 
Mulder yelped from surprise.

"You can't see, so I'll tell you, his hair really is red, unlike your 
partner's," Krycek said with a dark grin.

"How would you know--oh!" Mulder gasped.  Slick, strong fingers 
had stroked into him and immediately found the right spot.  He 
writhed and pushed himself back into them.

"In case you're wondering, those are his fingers."

"You like this?" Pendrell asked.

"Oh, yes, yes.  This is sooo good," Mulder hissed.

Krycek bit his lip at the sight of his former partner so 
enthusiastically impaled.  Tasting blood, he stopped and tried to 
think of other ways to control his lust.  "It's doing wonders for 
me."

The fingers moved in harder, longer thrusts for a while.  Mulder 
communicated his pleasure in strangled moans and jagged panting.  
He knew he was bruising his ribs against the table.  He didn't care.

"Ready for the main event, Mulder?  I can see Sean is." Krycek 
licked his lips.  "Are you ready?"

"I want it," Mulder panted.

Pendrell pulled them out and stroked in with his cock, sheathing 
himself to the balls.  He nudged Mulder's prostate just a little and 
smiled at the groan.  Then he refused to move any further.  Not yet.  
//You're beautiful, and you're *mine*.  All those times you were 
condescending to me....  A bit hard to look down on me now, isn't 
it?  I want to hear you beg, want you to know that you want 
*me*....//

"Do you want this?"

"Yes!"

"Hardly polite, Mulder."  But Pendrell's voice couldn't quite hide 
the strain.

"Please!  Give it to me!"

Pendrell started to move, setting a hard, demanding rhythm.  Fast 
and ruthless, each stroke rubbed Mulder's cock against the edge of 
the table.  Krycek's grip tightened on his wrists, causing pain, but 
it paled next to the pleasure that tore through him.  He pushed back 
every time Pendrell thrust forward, trying to take it deeper.  He 
could feel orgasm roaring toward him like a runaway train.

"Come for me, Mulder," Pendrell rasped.

Krycek finally had to let go of Mulder so he could squeeze his own 
cock at the base to prevent himself from coming.  Mulder wouldn't 
be going anywhere now anyway.  The look of total bliss on their 
faces, the sounds of savage satisfaction they made....  He figured 
his former partner would be too wiped out for a while to do 
anything after this, but he intended to grab Pendrell at the first 
opportunity.

Mulder screamed and spasmed as he came, immediately followed 
by Pendrell, who collapsed onto his back.  "Oh, God," Pendrell 
gasped.  //What an incredible ride....//  Mulder shivered when 
Pendrell ran a shaking hand along his ribs.  Lust and the need to 
dominate had passed, leaving only affection in their wake.

**************************************************************

"Nice bit of ass?" Krycek asked harshly as he looked at Mulder, 
who seemed to have either blissed out or passed out, and Pendrell, 
whose afterglow could power a whole state.

"Oh, yeah.  I don't think I could ever get tired of him."

Krycek grabbed Pendrell by the haunches and pulled him out.  "So 
is this."

"I don't think I can manage another orgasm, but take me, Alex."

"Say it."

"Fuck me, Alex.  Fuck me till I feel you at the back of my teeth."

//You're perfect.//  Krycek took the condom off Pendrell's still 
slightly hard cock before he crushed their lips together.  The kid 
seemed almost boneless in his arms.  //That must have been some 
orgasm.  I *want*....//

"I had mine," Pendrell gasped against his lips.  "Just do it; I know 
you can't hold on much longer."

//You're beautiful.// 

**************************************************************

At first, Mulder had come to feeling wonderful.  They had 
thoroughly dominated and manipulated him, and he loved them for 
it.  He figured he would probably regret tonight later on, but he felt 
too good to care.  He hoped he would get a turn with Krycek...  
That elation had faded a little as he watched Krycek and Pendrell 
together, melted into jealousy and loneliness. 

Out of the corner of his eye, Krycek saw Mulder lever himself up 
to sit on the edge of the table and watched the older man's initial 
look of blissed-out satisfaction slide into the more usual impassive 
face.  Only someone who had spent as much time studying Mulder 
as he had could interpret the emotions that flowed under the mostly 
blank mask.  He saw doubt, desolation, and little-boy-lost dejection 
from small signs in the eyes and mouth.  

Krycek couldn't let Mulder go any further with that, so he pushed 
Pendrell toward his former partner.  The lab technician looked 
back in confusion once, then got the idea and showered Mulder 
with kisses and caresses, prompting the return of emotion to the 
impassive face and an equally passionate response.

Pendrell's continuing interest and seeing Krycek watch them with 
the obvious intent to join them made things better again and 
inspired Mulder to be even more ardent in his reciprocation to 
Pendrell's advances.  The kisses became more heated, the 
caresses harder and deeper.

Even more painfully aroused by the sight of the two exquisite sluts 
in front of him, Krycek sheathed and slicked himself, then nudged 
his way slowly up into velvet heat of Pendrell's ass.  The lab 
technician let out a low moan that quickly changed into a series of 
sobbing whimpers as Krycek thrust repeatedly into him, grinding 
him into Mulder.  Mulder's used his long arms and legs to pull 
Krycek in closer, until any move any of the three of them made 
rubbed against the others, the friction torturing already sensitized 
skin.  The building rush of need finally claimed them, with Krycek 
starting off the domino effect.  

When they finally came to a stop, leaning on one another, 
breathing hard, reeking of sex and each other, Krycek gasped, "So, 
once we recover, how do you want to do this the next time?"

**************************************************************

Krycek awoke to the feel of someone sleepily moving against him 
and smiled.  After an all-night orgy, they'd eventually stumbled off 
to the cot Pendrell kept in the back and passed out all in a jumble 
on it, like kittens.  The middle sagged almost to the floor.  Sticky, 
awash in a flood of well-being, Krycek stretched contentedly, 
moving two other legs besides his own with him.

"Oh, God, it's four a.m.," Pendrell mumbled.  "I have to clean up 
the lab and get us out of here." 

Krycek kissed the tip of the kid's nose and got a drowsy smile in 
return.  "I can do it."

Soft, tangled red curls caressed his fingers, and Mulder's arm, 
draped across Pendrell's leg, moved aimlessly on Krycek's hip.  
Every morning should have been like this.

"Noooo, the morning shift is coming in soon.  I shouldn't be here 
at all.  My supervisor thought I was a loony for the green squirrel 
thing, ordered me to take some time off...."

Even better.  He could take the kid with him.  He didn't think it 
would take much to convince Pendrell to come along.  Mulder 
would be a harder sell, but they could, if necessary, just kidnap 
him and keep him as their love slave.

"Want to hit the road with me for awhile, Sean?"

The grin alone made it all worth it.  "Really?"

"Really."

"Sure!" Pendrell then turned his head to look at Mulder, who 
currently slept like the dead.

"I have plans for him."

"Of course you do," Pendrell mumbled, and looked down.

Krycek understood and kissed him.  "You and me, we're a team, 
Sean.  I want you with me, and Mulder has nothing to do with that.  
You had fun with him last night, didn't you?"

"Yeah...."

The feel of something swelling against Krycek's leg confirmed it.  
He grinned.  "I won't bring him if you don't want to."

"You're leaving it up to me?"

"Yeah."  //I know how you'll decide, and it'll make the both of us 
happy.//

Still sleeping, Mulder burrowed in closer and somehow managed 
to look as sweet as a child and as shameless as a whore all at once.  
It took Pendrell three seconds to make a decision.  "We bring 
him."

Krycek rubbed noses with the kid until he heard a giggle.  "Now 
that's more like it.  Don't mope; you're going on vacation!""

"Can I bring Pooky?"

"Hell, why not.  He brought us together."

Something odd caught Krycek's attention, even in the dimness.  He 
turned on the light and looked into Pendrell's sleep-fogged eyes.  
The blue had a faint green tinge he knew he hadn't seen last night.

"Something wrong, Alex?"

Krycek hugged him closer.  "Nothing."  //Yeah, I'm just going to 
get you the hell out of here *now*.//


*********************THE END************************


More Viridian5 stories can be found in The Green Room at 
http://members.tripod.com/~drovar/viridian/
Fandoms represented: X-Files, Once a Thief, due South, 
Hard Core Logo, the Buffy the Vampire Slayer movie, Angel, 
Two Guys and a Girl (was Two Guys, a Girl and a Pizza Place), 
X-Men, Doctor Who

"Green III: Sightseeing"
By Viridian5
10/6/98

RATING: NC-17.  K/P/M.  If m/m interaction bothers you, you 
don't know what you're missing.
SPOILERS: teeny, tiny one for "Piper Maru" and "Apocrypha"
SUMMARY: The AlleyRat, LabMouse, Fox, and GreenMouse hit 
the road for some relaxation.
DISTRIBUTION: Anywhere, as long as you ask me first.
DISCLAIMERS: All things X-Files belong to Chris Carter, Ten-
Thirteen, and Fox.  That ultra-fruity way of saying the word 
"torture" comes from the _Teenagers from Outer Space_ episode 
of _Mystery Science Theater 3000_.  No infringement intended.  
Suing me would be a waste of time and a mean thing to do.  I have 
no money and lots of creditors.
FEEDBACK: Oh, baby, you know what I like.  All feedback can 
be sent to Viridian5@aol.com
NOTES: Dedicated to Saint Drovar for his patience and gallantry 
in putting a website together for me.  I really thought he'd want to 
kill me after I sent my 50+ stories to him in two hectic days.

A lot of folks provided laughs and inspiration during the process of 
writing this one.  Thanks to Te for the "Super Squirrel" name.  
Thanks to Dawn for the hot tub and letting me know how hard it 
would be to fool a forensic specialist (the conversation at the end 
was inspired by my talk with Dawn).  Thanks to Holmes for beta-
work, seeing that it was 3 Men in a Tub (but who is the butcher, 
who the baker, and who the candlestick maker?), and telling me 
the world *needed* InnocentlySlutty!Mulder, Naughty!Pendrell, 
and BigDaddy!Krycek.


==========================================
"Green III: Sightseeing"
By Viridian5
==========================================
"And so I find a place where I've never been seen,
Find another place where the red turns green,
Where the emerald glistens through the darkness again,
Where the emerald glistens through the rain..."
- "Light" by the Sisters of Mercy
------------------------------------------------------------------------

Mulder dimly heard whispering voices and felt himself being 
moved.  With one of his worst nightmares being reenacted, he 
panicked, came to with a jerk, and ended up hitting a fuzzy beige 
floor.  His side hurt after the sudden movement had pulled at the 
scabbed abrasions he'd gotten from being dragged by a car last 
night.  Then the other events of last night came back...

Two sets of concerned eyes, one pair emerald green and the other 
warm blue with a faint green wash, looked down at him in surprise.  
Alex Krycek and Sean Pendrell.  Mulder hadn't even known 
Pendrell's first name before last night, and it relieved him that he 
knew it now.  //It would say something terrible about me if I didn't 
know the first name of a man who'd... who I'd...  Oh, shit, I am 
such a slut.//

"I see a prime case of Mulder-guilt coming on," Krycek said as he 
gently pulled Mulder back onto the seat.  "A little distraction might 
help."

"Where the hell am I?" Mulder asked as he rested his head on 
beige velour and tried not to enjoy the feel of Krycek gently 
stroking his hair.

"A minivan."

"You're kidding me.  Why would either of you own a minivan?"

Krycek had a conspicuously innocent look on his face.  
"Camouflage."

The wry look on Pendrell's face suggested that the lab tech didn't 
believe that Krycek *owned* the vehicle, but also didn't mind.  
Even the cute green mouse sitting on his shoulder looked skeptical 
about Krycek's story.  //Is it a good or bad sign that my life is so 
surreal that I don't find that strange anymore?//  Pendrell's slightly 
raised red eyebrow was so reminiscent of Scully...

"Where the hell am I?  And what time is it?" The rain gently 
drumming against the windows, and the gray sky that went with it, 
made it impossible to discern.  

Scully would be worried sick.  At least, he hoped she would be.  
He would, in her place.

"North Carolina, I think, and it's 7 p.m.  We're taking turns at the 
wheel. You woke up just as Alex was going back to pillow duty, 
and me to driving.  You were exhausted, so we just let you sleep," 
Pendrell said.  "I called Scully to tell her you went on vacation, so 
she wouldn't worry."

"She'll worry, because I *never* go on vacation."

Krycek grinned.  "It could be worse.  Sean had to stop *me* from 
calling in for you."

//This is a dream, right?  I'll wake up soon, and *none* of this will 
have happened.//  "Why the hell did you kidnap me?"

"You should have seen yourself last night, Mulder," Krycek said 
and laughed as Mulder blushed.  "Before that.  If any man ever 
needed a vacation more, well, he'd be... Sean actually." He ruffled 
Pendrell's hair, making the lab tech grin.  "Besides, I asked, and 
you agreed to come along." 

"I don't remember that at all!"

"Alex, it was more an 'Mmmmm' than anything else," Pendrell 
said.

"It was an affirmative 'Mmmmm.' I could tell."

"Expert, are you?"

//I'm trapped in another state with Heckle and Jeckle.  State of 
confusion?//  "Hey!  Excuse me!" he shouted, and two heads 
turned to him, coming back from their own private world.  "Take 
me back."

"You *sure* you want us to?" Krycek asked, his long, thick lashes 
sweeping down over shining green eyes, all innocence.

"Yes!" //I think so.//  But then Krycek's hand moved lower and 
traced spiraling circles on the crotch of Mulder's jeans.  Mulder 
couldn't help bucking into it a little.

As Pendrell squeezed through to sit on his other side and looked at 
him, Mulder realized that he never knew before how warm blue 
could be.  In this case, warm with desire, but also with an honest 
concern that made his heart thump oddly.  //Actually, Pendrell's 
eyes have that faint green tint to them now.  They never did before.  
Maybe he's a not-quite-right alien clone?  That would explain a 
few things...//

Pendrell nibbled at his ear.  "You were injured last night, and you 
look like you've been running on empty for a while.  I think a 
vacation would be a great idea.  We brought you because we 
wanted you along."

That made it all right, somehow.  So they were stroking and 
kissing him, and it would be impolite not to return the favor.  As he 
melted into the touches, Mulder retained just enough presence of 
mind to ask, "What do I tell Scully?"

"Alien abduction, Mulder.  There was nothing you could do.  
Followed by a mind wipe," Krycek said as he unfastened Mulder's 
jeans.

//Well, I *was* abducted....//  Then a disturbing thought crossed his 
mind.  //How many alien abduction cases are really people who 
don't want to admit to their loved ones that they were partying?//

Perhaps sensing the turn Mulder's mind had taken, Krycek applied 
his tongue to the underside of Mulder's hard cock and started to 
draw spirals with it.  The bad thought dissolved under the assault.  
//I'll have to keep this in mind.//  

He didn't know when he had climbed into Pendrell's lap, but it felt 
as right as having as having Alex Krycek's mouth wrapped tightly 
around his cock.  Pendrell lavished kisses on his neck and held him 
tightly to prevent him from rolling onto the floor.  Mulder reached 
out blindly to caress and reward both of them, one hand petting 
spiky dark hair, and the other stroking a khaki-clad leg.  They 
really didn't have enough room for what they were trying to do, so 
they were pressed closer together, every movement causing at least 
two reactions.

"Alex, you have to...." Pendrell groaned behind Mulder.  The 
writhing agent on his lap had to driving the lab tech insane.  The 
way he'd started to thrust against Mulder's ass certainly suggested 
it.

Krycek, who still retained some control, pulled back a tiny bit and 
looked at his two partners with fond amusement.  "What, Pooky?" 
he asked, grinning as the vibration of his words made Mulder 
whimper.  The green mouse scampered down onto Krycek's arm 
and looked at him.  "Not you; the *other* Pooky." The mouse 
twitched its whiskers at him, then climbed onto the armrest of the 
driver's seat.

"I have to get out of these pants."

"No argument here."

"Alex..."

"All right.  Demanding, aren't you?" Krycek pulled Mulder toward 
him, but the older man fell forward with a little too much 
enthusiasm and knocked him backward.  It left him on his back on 
the floor between the two front seats, with six feet of amorous 
federal agent draped on top of him, grinding against him.  Not a 
bad place to be...

Mulder felt a soft touch travel down on his spine.  "Mulder, do you 
want me to--" Pendrell started to ask.

"Yes, please," Mulder said between kisses.  He briefly sat up to 
unfastened Krycek's jeans and underwear.  His former partner 
immediately pulled him back down as soon as he finished.  They 
rubbed sensuously against one another, heat to heat.

Gentle but sure hands pulled Mulder's jeans away entirely.  He 
hissed and arched his back when he felt a slick finger enter him.  
Some dim part of him wondered how he could still be so needy 
after last night, but having his former partner writhing and 
moaning under him, and the unexpectedly experienced Pendrell 
taking such good care of him from behind banished everything 
beyond enjoyment of the moment.

Pendrell eased his cock in, then started to thrust.  Mulder 
whimpered, and let each stroke move him along Krycek's body.  
The friction and stimulation from two fronts drove Mulder insane.  
The movement apparently did wonders for Krycek, who was all 
but purring, too.  He hoped his former partner's jacket and shirt 
didn't ride up too much, or Krycek would have some nasty rug 
burns on his back.  Two sets of hands--one long-fingered and 
teasing, the other thicker and trying so hard not to press near his 
bandages--roamed his skin.

They found a rhythm as they sped up.  Mulder could swear he felt 
his heartbeat and breathing synchronize with theirs.  He couldn't 
be sure which of them hit orgasm first, but the other two followed 
soon afterward.  Pendrell retained the presence of mind to move 
himself and Mulder off of Krycek.  Gasping, they tried to find the 
space to settle comfortably on the narrow floor.

Mulder thought he probably had a very stupid look on his face, but 
couldn't bring himself to care.  He felt too good.

"Note to self," Krycek panted, "next time, get us a van.  We need 
more room."

Pendrell stroked a hand down Mulder's spine and grinned as the 
older man leaned into the touch.  "We have a bit of a problem, 
Alex.  Mulder only has what he was wearing.  We have to go 
clothes shopping."

"I don't know.  I can't help thinking clothing would rub against his 
bandages, and that would be a bad thing."

"Altruism looks good on you, Alex," Mulder said wryly.

Krycek, happy with the "Alex," said, "I'm only looking out for 
your welfare." 

Pendrell snorted.  "If we keep doing this, he won't have anything 
he can wear in public."

"His clothes look fine."

"This time.  Yours don't."

Krycek smirked.  "This is worth a few sacrifices.  But I see your 
point, and my clothes won't fit him well.  Yours won't at all, Sean.  
You up for a little shopping, Mulder?"

//I guess I'm staying after all.  What would a few days hurt?//  
Mulder smiled lazily.  "Why not?"

**************************************************************

Alex put a little more swing into his walk as he noticed the sales 
staff watching the three of them.  He wondered if they looked as 
joined at the hip as they felt.  If so, they probably provided the 
oddest sight a North Carolina mall's Jeans Country employee ever 
got to see.

Alex almost felt as if they were linked together by invisible bonds 
of heat and electricity, that he could tug at the strings a bit and get 
the attention of his two paramours.  He smirked when Sean and 
Mulder chose that exact moment to glance at him.  //Mine, all 
*mine*.//

As he roamed the store, Mulder looked looser and more relaxed 
than Alex had ever seen him.  He currently moved in a manner that 
was part glide, part bounce, and all happy.  Some people would see 
the scrape on one prominent cheekbone as a blemish, but Alex saw 
it as an accent mark, increasing Mulder's appeal.  He'd always 
found bruises and scrapes attractive, and his former partner wore 
them well and often.  With that slightly dazed half-smile etched on 
Mulder's face, he looked more luscious than usual.  The glance he 
sent the salesgirl's way once almost gave her a heart attack.  Alex 
could shamelessly ogle Mulder as he pleased, because most of the 
sales staff was too absorbed in doing the same to notice him doing 
it.  It amazed him that Mulder never seemed to notice people 
eyeing him.  //He must have been an awkward kid.  There can't be 
any other explanation.//

Sean watched it all with a tolerant but dark amusement.  He looked 
like the boy next door, if your neighbors were a Midwestern farm 
family.  Innocent and wholesome, the type of upstanding young 
man who sung in the church choir and helped old women cross 
streets.  He probably did, too.  Nondescript.  Most people probably 
saw him and looked right over him.  None of that changed the fact 
that Sean Pendrell had turned out to be a tiger in sheep's clothing.  
Sure, he was sweeter and nicer than any human should be, but he 
was also one of the hottest lovers Alex had ever had, and that was 
saying something.

//Madness on one side, stability on the other, and me in the middle.  
What could be better?//

Having Mulder gave a man the pride that came from owning 
something the rest of the world coveted.  Having Sean gave a man 
the pride that came in noticing the value that the rest of the world 
foolishly missed seeing.  And they were both his.

If it made Sean happy to get Mulder some clothing, why not?  Alex 
felt rich today...

**************************************************************

Sean felt a bit uncomfortable, certain that everyone was staring at 
him.  Alex and Mulder, sure, but him?  //People rarely stare at me 
for good reasons...//  But that wasn't quite true.  He'd have no 
problems at all with the way Alex and Mulder kept shooting him 
hungry glances if they hadn't been doing it in front of so many 
people.

//Hunh.  I'm uncomfortable, but not afraid.  Do I look different?  I 
*feel* different...  Maybe I'd be more scared if I didn't know Alex 
would shoot anyone who hassled us.//

When they brought two pairs of jeans, three T-shirts, three pairs of 
socks, some underwear, and a sweater to the counter, Alex charged 
it under the name "Peter Wagner" and signed the slip with a 
flourish.  Mulder gave him a wry look but didn't appear too 
bothered by it.  //This could actually work if we both look the other 
way.//

As they walked through the mall, bags in hand, Mulder asked, 
"Could we stop at a men's room?  I'd like to change out of these 
clothes."

"Sure.  Is it okay with you, Alex?" Sean understood.  He had 
washed the mud out of Mulder's clothing at the lab's main sink 
this morning, but they still looked, and must have felt, a little 
grungy.

"No problem." Alex smiled, somehow combining care, sex, and 
pure danger in one gesture.

By the time Sean started to breathe again, he realized that Mulder 
had halfway propelled him down a dim side hallway, with Alex 
following.  The men's room was deserted when they entered.  
Mulder took the Swiss army knife Alex offered and went into a 
stall.

After making plenty of rustling sounds with the bag, Mulder called 
out, "Sean, I was wondering if you check my scrapes.  I want to be 
able to get these bandages off as soon as possible."

"Sure.  I'll be right in." Sean looked to Alex, but the other man just 
smirked.  "What?" Sean hissed.

"Oh, nothing." Alex kissed his nose and directed him to the door.

After Sean went in, he started having difficulties breathing again.  
//You've seen Mulder naked plenty of times in the last day.  
Almost naked shouldn't be this big a deal.//  He carefully removed 
the bandages and took a look at the abrasions.  He had to move 
Mulder's boxers, the only clothing the other agent currently wore, 
around to do so.

"They look good, Mulder.  No seepage.  I think we can leave most 
of them off, and just keep the parts of it your jeans would rub 
covered." Sean re-bandaged the parts that needed it and stood up.  
The tiny stall pressed him close to Mulder.

"That's great.  You've been so nice to me, Sean, even after I've 
been so nasty to you."

"Yeah, well--"

"I'd like to make it up to you." Then Mulder swooped in for a deep 
kiss, knocking Sean back against the door, while his nimble fingers 
unfastened Sean's khaki pants.  Mulder pulled away a moment to 
ask, breathlessly, "This isn't too fast for you, is it?"

"No," Sean gasped.  "But you don't have to--" Mulder tongued his 
ear and pulled his briefs down.  "Oh, hell, whatever makes you 
happy." Sean thought he heard snickering outside the stall.

Mulder dropped down.  "Would fast and dirty be fine with you?" 
he asked, breathing hotly on Sean's throbbing cock.

"Yes, please..." //I'm about to get head in a men's room stall.  Is 
that fine with me?  You bet it is...//

"Oh, good." 

Mulder nipped at first before sucking him in.  Sean heard the metal 
locking bar bang repeatedly as he bucked against the door.  When 
Mulder started to toy with his balls too, he moaned shamelessly 
and grabbed the older man's shoulders.  He came hard, shouting 
Mulder's name, before collapsing back against the dented door.

After one last, sensuous lick, Mulder asked, "Good?" then grinned 
when he saw the dazed, blissed-out look on Sean's face.

"Mulder, you can verbally abuse me all you want if it leads to 
this."

"As long as I orally abuse you later?"

Sean could only nod.

"Help me dress?"

Sean used Alex's Swiss army knife to cut the tags off and handed 
the items to Mulder.  Sean had to admit, with some envy, that 
Mulder, with his lean height, certainly wore clothing well.  //And 
he looks damned good naked too.//

When they left the stall, Sean noticed Alex zipping up again.  The 
thought that Alex had been out here getting off on the sounds he 
had made as Mulder got him off, along with the suddenly 
inescapable image of Alex stroking himself, instantly affected 
Sean's groin.  //Behave!  I'm sure you'll get more later!  When did 
I get so greedy?//

Mulder grinned lushly at them both, then said, "I really want a 
cookie.  Does anyone else want a cookie?"

**************************************************************

Sean decided that the only thing stranger than him having sex with 
Mulder had to be making sand castles with Mulder; though with 
the way the trip had been going so far, something further down the 
road might top even this.  

At least, they had started out building it together.  Mulder currently 
fussed over Alex, who was trying hard to cover what seemed to be 
some kind of phobic reaction.  The former agent had been fine 
until he saw the ocean, with its night-dark waters gilded with 
moonlight, rippling toward the shore.  Few people would have 
noticed the way Alex had gone briefly stiff--his eyes widening and 
breathing speeding up--but Sean and Mulder had spent the past day 
studying that body.  They said they didn't need to go to the beach, 
but Alex, with what might have been a tinge of self-disgust, 
refused to alter his plan.  They were going to the beach.  Right now 
Mulder, who seemed to have some idea of what the problem was, 
had Alex so engrossed in necking that the scenery escaped him 
entirely.

Sean appreciated the locale for the both of them.  He found the 
sight of white-highlighted black waves gently rolling into shore 
almost as soothing as the soft rushing sounds they made.  The 
arching sky above them ranged from orange-purple over the main 
strip far behind them to blue-black, occasionally touched with 
moonlight, over the ocean.  They'd had to walk for a half-hour to 
find a deserted section, but the effort had been worthwhile.  
Shaping cool, damp sand put him into a calm, trance-like state.  
The two warm bodies at his side had the opposite effect.

Sean couldn't help feeling like he violated some sort of uniform 
code.  They both wore leather and denim, while he looked like a 
preppie in his green polo shirt and khaki Dockers.  Then, the 
mental image of the three of them being dressed exactly alike in 
leather jackets, jeans, and T-shirts made him chuckle.

Pooky's head popped out of the open hatch on the top of his plastic 
carrier to look at Sean for a moment before he went back down.  
When they had returned to the minivan, the intensely--well, sulky--
mouse had narrowed his green eyes at them before turning his back 
on them entirely.  He hadn't perked up until he stole and ate a bit 
of Sean's chocolate chip cookie.  Pendrell knew that he wasn't just 
ascribing human behavior to the little rodent; Pooky actually 
behaved in some very unmouse-like ways.  The color hadn't been 
the only thing that had changed.

Pooky became ever more interesting as a study subject.  Sean just 
hoped that he didn't get himself eaten by a seagull.

"Sean, you don't mind that I brought us here at night, do you?" 
Alex asked as he molded himself to Sean's back.

Sean leaned back.  "Not at all.  During the day, if I don't slather 
myself with suntan lotion, I explode into flames.  Fwoosh, another 
redhead ignited."

Hot, soft lips teased his ear.  "And suntan lotion tastes awful."

"Maybe I should invent edible lotion.  I would just have to figure 
out how to make sun protection tasty."

"The world would thank you, I'm sure," Mulder said as he rested 
his head on Sean's leg and looked up at him.

"There's a huge need for it."

"Edible suntan lotion," Krycek said wryly.

"No, sex on the beach.  Agh!  You bastard, stop!" Sean dissolved 
into helpless giggles under his tormentor's tickling hand.

Mulder writhed under Alex's other hand.  "What did *I* do?" he 
shrieked.

"Sat back, and let it happen.  Make me your straight man, will you, 
Pooky..."

"'Straight'?  No, not under the arms!" 

Part consciously and part helplessly, Sean writhed harder, forcing 
Alex to let go of Mulder entirely to keep assaulting his primary 
target.  "I want you to say 'uncle,' Pooky, then I'll stop," Alex 
said.

"Uncle!  C'mon!"

"Well, what do you know, I was lying."

"Mulder!  Could you give me a hand here?  I can't breathe!"

Mulder sat there and grinned.  "I don't know..."

"Mulder!"

"All right." Mulder grabbed Alex by the shoulders but couldn't 
break his death-grip.  After some confused wrestling in the sand, 
Alex had both of them pinned.

"Some help you turned out to be," Sean muttered.

"He's not tickling you any more, is he?"

Alex sank down between them.  "It's no fun beating people who 
never had a chance."

"Oh, really?" Mulder asked before he grabbed Alex in a Full 
Nelson and wrapped his legs around the other man's to keep him in 
place.  "Now it's time for TOTCHA!"

"You couldn't torture your way out of a paper bag." Alex squirmed 
against his captor, although that move seemed to torment them 
both.

"Didn't say *I* would be doing it.  Sean?"

Sean grinned.  "It all looks so good..." Sean ravaged Alex with 
kisses--starting at the lips, traveling in nips down the elegant neck, 
savaging his nipples through the thin cotton of his T-shirt--while 
cupping and squeezing the erection that had quickly started to 
swell the tight jeans.  "Those jeans look uncomfortable.  Do you 
want me to help you get loose?"

*****

Pleasure-dazed, Alex looked at the dilated eyes of the man in front 
of him and wriggled a little more to feel the man behind him 
shudder and buck again.  //Am I too proud to beg?  Hell, no.//  "Do 
it."

Sure fingers soon had him exposed, the shock of cool night air on 
his hot throbbing flesh making him harder.  Sean stroked and 
pulled while resuming his attack on Alex's nipples.  His other hand 
traveled over Alex's hip to unfasten Mulder's jeans, with the older 
man's bucking sometimes trapping that hand against Alex's ass.  

He knew they had seen his moment of weakness--that moment 
when he had seen black water, but his mind had thrown up the 
memory of a thicker fluid forcing its way out of him--and hated 
that.  But he had to say that their concern had led to some great 
distractions.  //I have to keep this in mind.  Oh, this is so good.  I 
love you both....//

Alex desperately wished he could use his hands to direct things 
more, but Mulder had him immobilized, forcing him to Sean's 
pace, and the frustration only increased his lust.  When Sean 
finally had the both of them bare, the feel of Mulder's hard length 
pushing against his ass almost made him howl and come in Sean's 
hand right there.

Sean's hand abandoned Alex's cock to twine around him and get 
the condoms and lubricant out of Mulder's jacket.  As the lab tech 
prepared Mulder and ground against Alex, Alex had to ask, 
gasping, "Where the hell did you learn this?"

Sean laughed against Alex's chest.  "During the dry spell after 
college, I became the X-rated Walter Mitty." Then he slid a slick 
finger into Alex while bringing the other hand back to stroke and 
tease the cock it had abandoned moments before.

"Now!" Alex moaned.  "I want it all now, damn you!"

When Mulder plunged in and started to thrust, he finally let go of 
Alex's arms.  Alex could barely think from the friction he was 
getting from both sides, but he retained the presence of mind to rip 
into Sean's pants, pulling the button off and ruining the zipper.  He 
stroked Sean, Sean stroked him, and Mulder's long, ruthless 
strokes seemed to travel through his whole body.  He and Sean 
screamed into one another's mouths, while Mulder muffled his 
own by biting his shoulder.

After a while, Sean said, "I'm not looking forward to getting the 
sand out."

**************************************************************

They eventually wandered back to their room and took an 
exhausted shower together, too tired to indulge in the kind of 
horseplay they might have usually gotten into in the tiny tub.  The 
bed was a bit too small for all three of them too, but they all 
clambered in, damp and shower-warm, and huddled under the 
covers.

Mulder sighed softly at the rare feeling that all was right with the 
world.  He had Sean on one side and Alex on the other, with Pooky 
in his clear plastic carrier on the nightstand seeming to look 
benevolently down on them.  Or maybe the mouse was just happy 
eating his strip of lettuce and nestling in his wood shavings; who 
knew?

Mulder felt tired and achy, but a *good* tired and achy.  His mood 
was probably a direct result of all the endorphins almost non-stop 
sex brought, but that was more than fine with him.  He might 
actually sleep again tonight.

But, as Alex started to turn off the light, Mulder had to ask, "Could 
we... leave the TV on?  Just on low?  It helps me..."

He felt Alex's low rasp against his neck.  "No problem, Mulder."

Some action flick with Arnold Schwarzenegger as an inhuman 
mound of muscle that refused to die no matter what you threw at 
him came on.  Snuggled against his lovers--with Alex nuzzling his 
neck, Sean's arms wrapped around him, and the muted sounds of 
explosions in the distance--Mulder drifted into sleep. 

*************************************************************

From Sean Pendrell's private journal (notes on subject Pooky and 
the greening phenomenon to be rewritten more formally later):
*...My eyes haven't gotten any greener since I left the lab, so the 
catalyst must be in the building, maybe even in the lab itself.  It's 
disturbing to think about, but I haven't noticed any differences in 
my mind or behavior since my greening.  Well, except for the fact 
that I currently seem to be part of a traveling three-ring sex circus.

Oh, shit.  That *might* count as different.  But can I honestly say I 
wouldn't have jumped at this if I hadn't been exposed to some sort 
of bizarre mutagen?

This last bit is *not* going into my formal report.

The longer I observe Pooky (and I have to give him a more 
scientific name for the formal version!), the more convinced I am 
that his mutation has involved a sizable increase in intelligence.  
He appears to know his name and can usually follow simple 
commands.  I have to see if tone of voice has anything to d--*

"Alex!" Sean gasped as he fended off roaming hands and a mouth.  
"I'm writing!"

"Then stop," Alex said before he dragged Sean back off to bed and 
Mulder.  "I have more useful things for your hands to do."

*************************************************************

They hadn't gotten out of bed until 10:45 a.m., fifteen minutes 
before checkout, and Sean felt ashamed.  Sloth, avarice, gluttony, 
and lust, all before noon.  He would have called in to work this 
morning anyway, but his guilt provided more of a spur.

//Can it be wrong if it feels so good?  Don't answer that.//

But he didn't feel guilty while he was with them.  It all felt too 
*right*, too comforting.

Pooky wandered in circles on his shoulder for a while before 
curling up right next to his neck to doze, providing a calming, soft 
warmth.  Sean didn't know if he'd be able to turn the little guy 
over to the bureau again.  The rank-and-file might want to vivisect 
him, and, if the shadowy forces Mulder believed in really existed, 
others might kill him and make him disappear....

//I can think about that later.  Right now, I have an obligation to 
tend to.//  

A harried voice answered the phone.  It took Sean a moment to 
realize that he was talking to Agent George Knipfel, who never got 
upset over anything.  George's voice took on a higher tone of near 
hysteria after Sean identified himself.

"Thank God you called, Sean.  Maybe you can help somehow...  A 
green squirrel is tearing the lab apart."

"A... green squirrel." Sean had left the squirrel at the lab, but it had 
been in a cage at the time.  How did it get out?  "You're kidding, 
right?"

"No!  It's wreaking havoc.  I can't believe how strong the little 
rodent is!  It looks like it tore its way out of one of the cages before 
going on a rampage."

//Super Squirrel?//  Sean remembered how everyone had been 
laughing at him over all this before he left.  "Funny, George.  A 
green squirrel.  Good one."

"This isn't a joke!  I swear I remember you saying something 
about green animals before you left, and I know you're constantly 
dealing with Mr. and Mrs. Spooky--"

"George, that's insulting to both Mulder and Scully.  They work 
hard and don't deserve to be smeared like that.  You had your fun, 
but it's over.  A green squirrel.  Good one.  I'm sure you guys have 
everything under control.  I'm having a great time.  Wish you were 
here!  Well, not really.  'Bye!" Sean slammed the phone down.  He 
stared at it for two minutes, then picked it up and redialed.  "I'm 
sorry.  I lost my temper a bit."

"It's okay, Sean, really.  Could you--"

"Have you been seeing anything else turning green in the lab?  
Test animals, bugs... other lab technicians?"

"We found a few bugs, but no other animals--  People?"

"I should get my identification stats updated.  My eyes have gone 
from blue to aqua."

"Oh, God, Sean--"

"It hasn't gone any further since I went on vacation, so it's 
something in the building."

"Then you *do* know what's going on."

"No, I don't know what's causing it.  When I brought it up to our 
illustrious supervisors, they told me I was working too hard and 
firmly suggested I not bother my co-workers with it.  They also 
told me that if I didn't take a vacation, I would face disciplinary 
action."

"Shit.  Do you think they're in on it?"

Once, the idea would have been blasphemous.  Now....  "I have no 
idea."

"Okay.  I'll think of something." George already sounded much 
calmer.  "Will you be coming back soon?"

"I don't know.  It hasn't been a planned vacation, in any sense of 
the word." Sean watched Alex and Mulder walk toward him.  They 
moved like two cats on the prowl, loose and sinuous.  //*Mine*.//  
The surge of lust the sight of them brought still surprised him.  "I 
don't know.  I'm in South Carolina right now.  George, I have a 
feeling that the evidence of this might start to disappear.  Be 
careful."

"Sure, kid.  Enjoy your time off."

"Thanks, I am." Sean hung up the phone and waited for his 
partners to catch up to him.  //Can the whole world tell I want to 
jump them right now?  I hope not.//

Alex leaned against the wall in full, relaxed sprawl, no doubt fully 
aware of how sexy he looked doing it.  "Mulder here wants to play 
miniature golf.  You game?"

Mulder pouted, but in such an exaggerated way it was obvious he 
didn't take offense.  And his pout looked sexy.  "Myrtle Beach is 
famous for its theme miniature golf."

"To whom?"

"Giant, painted metal animals give me a happy, okay?"

Sean had seen the signs for pirate- and jungle-themed miniature 
golf parks last night.  "I don't mind at all, but I can't see *you* just 
giving in, Alex.  What's the deal?"

"If we play one game, we have to find a hotel and spend the rest of 
the day in bed."

"Seems like a win-win situation to me," Mulder said.

"Me too," Sean said.  "Let's the games begin."

**************************************************************

"Alex, please give me your jacks," Sean said, wincing a little as he 
tried to find a more comfortable way to sit.  At least the hot water 
and circulating bubbles felt really good.  He was grateful he'd had 
the foresight to get them a room with a hot tub.  He had already 
appreciated his foresight in getting them a room with a mirror on 
the ceiling over the bed.

"I don't believe I'm doing this," Alex grumbled.

Mulder looked at his two tired and worn-down partners and 
wondered if he looked as exhausted, achy, and debauched to them.  
He certainly felt that way.  "I'm getting too old."

Sean shook his head.  "Mulder, are you telling me that there was a 
time when ten straight hours of sex, especially considering the day 
and night of sex that preceded them, wouldn't faze you at all?  I'm 
fazed, and I think even Alex is fazed."

"Am not, and it wasn't non-stop," Alex said.

"Trips to the vending machines don't count.  We didn't even get 
fully dressed to go out."

"When you put it that way, Sean, no.  And thanks for making me 
feel better," Mulder said, answering Sean's smile with a lush look 
they all would have done something about a few hours ago.  "And 
I'm really appreciating the hot tub."

"You're very welcome.  Alex, please give me your jacks."

Pooky nibbled contentedly on a cheese puff as he guarded the 
stack of cards.  The odd, jerky motion of the small floating table 
didn't seem to bother him at all.  He turned his head to look at 
Alex, then twitched his pale green whiskers.

"I'm not doing this."

"You were the one who demanded we stop playing poker.  We 
could switch back.  You might even win your money back."

"You both cheated somehow; I just have to prove it.  If you let me 
deal the cards--"

"We tried that," Mulder said, "and noticed you stacking the deck.  
We can forget about the money--"

"No, I'm good for it.  $5,000 for Sean, and $3,000 for you." Alex 
directed a stern look at both of them.  They smiled back.  //I've 
corrupted them too well.//  "I *will* figure it out."

Blue eyes that had a small hint of green glinted, and lips swollen 
and bruised from kissing elongated into a predator's smile.  //The 
card shark raises its head.//  It all looked so odd and so sexy on 
Sean's freckled innocent's face that Alex wanted to grab the agent 
again.  Then his body protested, reminding him why they had been 
forced to play cards to begin with.  So unfair.

"*Do* you have the jacks, Alex?" Sean asked softly, with an 
almost sultry tone.  "If not, you have to say it."

"Like hell."

"You know you want to," Mulder said as he placed his cards 
facedown on the table and put his hand down under the water. 
Mulder's hands were every bit as talented as they looked, and one 
of them stroked Alex's cock back to life in slow circles.

Alex groaned.  "You're ganging up on me."  

Mulder also had that freshly-and-happily-laid look to him, and he 
wore it so well....  "Like you and Sean ganged up on me earlier: for 
my own good.  Say it." His hand kept moving.

"Go fish," Alex moaned.

"Was that so hard?" Sean asked.

"It is now, you bastard."

**************************************************************

Alex muzzily woke up in near darkness with his thumb in his 
mouth.  //Have to stop doing that; Momma says I'll ruin my 
teeth....//  Then clarity returned, and he realized he had someone 
else's thumb in his mouth.  A few minutes of fumbling revealed it 
to be Mulder's.  //Wonder how that got there?//  He had to be tired; 
he usually woke up in seconds.

Something had dragged him back to consciousness.  The morning 
light creeping around the edge of the heavy curtain showed Alex 
that Sean was awake and staring at nothing.  "What's wrong, 
Pooky?" Alex asked softly.

"Don't call me--" Sean answered just as softly.  "Nice try, Alex, 
but I have to go back.  The guys at the lab need me."

This was bad.  Very bad.  He should have seen this coming, but he 
hadn't wanted to look that far ahead.  

Alex didn't want Sean to leave.  Alex had gotten used to Sean's 
presence and concern, his welcome flashes of mischief and even 
more appreciated sensuality.

He also knew that Sean's departure, especially if he left to fulfill 
some sense of obligation, would reawaken Mulder's own sense of 
duty and insane obsession to find The Truth, whatever that was 
supposed to be.  You could drug Mulder with love and pleasure for 
only so long before his demons started riding him again.  Alex 
would lose them both.

Alex thought of trying to talk Sean out of it but had heard the iron 
in his voice.  Once the little redhead made up his mind, nothing 
would change it.  //It's actually one of the things the three of us 
have in common.

//I could *make* them stay....//  But it wouldn't be the same.  Not at 
all.  They would hate him for it, and the whole feeling of fun and 
spontaneity their relationship had had would be gone forever.

"What's going on?" Mulder asked sleepily as he yawned and 
stretched.

//That's only one of the things I'm going to miss.//  "Sean feels that 
he has to go back to work," Alex said, his voice a low, flat rasp.  
The slight rays of morning revealed the relaxation fading from 
green-gold eyes, to be replaced by the more familiar, jittery look 
that spoke of Duty and The Truth.  //Damn it all.//

"We... still have to drive back, so we still have some time left 
together." Sean reached out in a way that let him hug Mulder and 
loosely embrace Alex.  "I hope this wasn't just temporary insanity.  
I'd like to do this again someday soon."

"Me too," Mulder said, sounding a bit shaky.  "What about you, 
Alex?"

"Try to keep me away." //Next time I get you, I'm making sure 
you won't be able to remember your own *names*, let alone 
anything else that could take you away.//

"And I'm *not* giving Pooky back, either."

**************************************************************

Mulder wilted under Scully's icy blue stare.  He didn't think she 
was buying his story at all.  "So, I don't remember a thing, Scully.  
Really."

Her eyebrows rose into her hairline.  "As it happens, those marks 
on your neck were made by human teeth.  Two different humans, 
from the size differences, and probably... both of them male.  Does 
that bring back any memories at all?" 

Shit.  He had tried to hide them, but so many were just too high to 
be covered by his collar.  Cover stick hadn't worked at all, looking 
too pink-orange to do anything other than draw attention.

"I'm afraid not."

"Did these... 'aliens' use anal probes?"

Mulder couldn't help the blush that took over his face.  "Uh...."  
//Too close to the truth by half.//

"Right.  Don't you think it would make sense to check for human 
DNA in other--"  

"Um, no, and I probably wasn't in any position to refuse.  At least I 
don't remember....  They'd probably get mad and take over the 
Earth.  Really." 

"Right.  So your aliens are really just cruising the galaxies looking 
for back-door nooky?"

"Scully!"

"Have you guessed yet that I find your story less than believable?"

"I don't know, but I was beginning to get that idea.  I detected just 
a hint of sarcasm."

Scully took him by the arm and took advantage of his surprise to 
lead him out of the office and down the hall.  Once she felt 
confident that they were far enough down the empty basement 
corridor, she said, "Now that we're out of the office, you can tell 
me what really happened."

"What?"

"I know you think the office is bugged.  Spill it."

Lying hadn't worked.  It rarely did with her, which was why he 
usually chose to keep her completely in the dark.  //Let's see how 
you handle the truth.  You asked for it....//  "Okay.  I was abducted 
by Pendrell and Krycek.  I spent the last few days with them."

"*Our* Pendrell and Krycek?"

"Yes."

"Shy lab technician Pendrell who can barely say a non-job-related 
word without tripping over his own tongue."

"Well, he's not always like that, but yes."

"Traitorous, murderous Alex Krycek your former partner."

"Well, he's not always like that either, but yes."

"The hickeys--"

"Theirs, yes, okay?" Her face took on a horribly hurt look.  It made 
him feel like the lowest life form that had ever oozed across the 
dirt.  "I'm sorry, Scully."

"Mulder, I understand 'don't ask, don't tell,' but I'm upset.  Upset 
[1] that you lied to me, and [2] that you thought I would believe 
such a ridiculous one.  Pendrell and Krycek?  Have *some* respect 
for me.  I appreciate that you somehow convinced Agent Pendrell 
to call you in for you to give this story some credence, but still!"

So much for telling the truth.  "Scully--" //She even forgot that she 
was the one who dragged "this story" out of me!//

"Krycek and Pendrell.  Together, with you.  Krycek alone, maybe, 
if you were letting your little head do all the thinking for you, but....  
You *do* know I'd kill you, right?" She shook her head.  "I won't 
ask again, since you obviously don't want to tell me.  I'll even 
keep it quiet from Skinner, since I can understand the need for 
secrecy.  But I have one request."

Mulder dreaded this one.  "Yes?"

"If Pendrell and Krycek ever abduct you again to make you their 
sex slave, you better bring me along so I can watch."

//Thick enough to cut with a knife.  Sarcastic much, Scully?//  "I'll 
try."

"That's all I can ask."

As they walked back to the office, they met a very nonplussed-
looking Skinner waiting for them.  Since it took a hell of a lot to 
faze their assistant director, Mulder couldn't wait to hear this one.

"You're needed at the lab," Skinner said.  His voice sounded 
harsher than usual.  "The lab boys are reporting a rampage by a... 
green squirrel.  The lab is demolished."

Mulder raced to the lab, followed by Scully, who mumbled the 
usual phrases of disbelief.  The sight that greeted them when they 
got there left one thing absolutely clear even to Scully: the lab had 
been devastated.  Broken glass and torn metal wire had been 
strewn across every surface.  The harried-looking lab technicians 
scrambled to catch a green blur that kept eluding them.

From the hall behind them, someone said, "Hi, honey, I'm home." 
Pendrell walked into the lab and looked around in some disbelief.  
The green blur changed direction on a bounce and came flying 
toward him.  Mulder had a sudden horrified image of Sean getting 
his throat ripped out.  Instead, the squirrel halted in front of 
Pendrell and climbed up his trench coat until it reached his 
shoulder.  Once there, it circled for a minute before settling down 
to sleep, its fluffy tail with its varying shades of green curled 
around itself, making it look like a bizarre, furry epaulet.

//I'll be...//

The other lab boys actually cheered.  Mulder's almost expected 
them to start singing Sean's praises.  Sean grinned and sent a 
heated look in Mulder's direction before he walked amidst his 
people, murmuring comforting phrases and patting shoulders.  
Scully had been too stunned by the spectacle to notice.

"...and we're going to find out what's causing the mutations after 
we clean up the lab, and...."

Mulder couldn't stop grinning.  //Chaos, blessed chaos.  Maybe 
Scully might even notice Sean's neck.  Only having Alex around 
could make things better...//  He shook that thought off.  There was 
nothing he could do about that.  //It's still good to be home.//


*************************THE END**************************

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"The Wearing of the Green (A Silly 'Green' Vignette)"
By Viridian5
3/27/00

RATING: NC-17; P/K/M.  If m/m interaction bothers you, leave 
now.
SPOILERS: *koff, choke* Uh, no.
SUMMARY: Pendrell has a St. Patrick's Day surprise waiting for 
him.
ARCHIVAL/DISTRIBUTION: The Basement.  Anywhere else 
too, as long as you ask me first.
FEEDBACK: Hell, yes.  Feedback can be sent to 
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DISCLAIMERS: All things X-Files belong to Chris Carter, Ten 
Thirteen Productions, and 20th Century Fox.  No infringement 
intended.  Suing me would be a waste of time.
NOTES: For the lopsided weevil's St. Patrick's Day challenge.
If you're looking for serious literature, boy, are you in the wrong 
story.
"Well... we have beer" is inspired by a night at Two Boots with 
Zoe and Kasha.  We started that dinner talking rotated computer 
monkeys and went stranger from there.


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"The Wearing of the Green (A Silly 'Green' Vignette)"
By Viridian5
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Sean Pendrell yawned as he turned the key in the lock.  Definitely 
time for bed after the long day he'd had.  The long week.  Work 
had seemed especially gray lately.  So had he.  Gray, dull.

Once he opened the door, he heard moaning and creaking.  Did 
Pooky find a way to unscramble the Playboy channel?  The green 
mouse had arcane talents....

Pooky certainly added a bit of insanity to his life, even if the most 
welcome bits of insanity the mouse had brought weren't always 
around.

Sean knew that Pooky got out of his cage and watched TV while 
he was at work.  Pooky usually managed to be back in the cage 
when he got home, but sometimes the TV would be turned to 
MTV, and he never watched that channel.  Leaving the channel set 
at public television or the Discovery channel never seemed to 
work, unfortunately. 

Pooky was going to rot his mousy brain.

Sean turned on the light.  His first thought was that the moaning 
suddenly stopped.  His second was that a somehow very guilty 
looking mouse //Is it the way his whiskers are twitching?// wore a 
green hat, one a deeper green than his fur but lighter than his eyes.  
How festive.  The third was that at least Alex and Mulder had 
moved his grandmum's afghan out of the way before they'd started 
fucking on his couch.  

Life was looking up.

He'd surprised Alex mid-thrust.  Alex grinned, looking very casual 
in just his skin, and thrust into Mulder again.  Just once, because he 
knew Sean was watching.  Shamelessness worked for him.  Sean 
had never realized that Mulder could blush before they'd gotten 
involved, but here Mulder had turned bright red.  It didn't stop him 
from happily writhing under Alex, enjoying every moment.

"Uh, surprise?" Mulder said.

"We set this up for you, you know.  A personalized porn video in 
your living room.  Interactive, even," Alex said with a smile.

"You started without me," Sean said, mock stern, as he sat in the 
love seat that faced the couch and slid his hand down the growing 
bulge in his pants.  He'd have to be dead or castrated not to get 
aroused by the tableau in his living room, and he enjoyed the way 
Alex and Mulder looked at him so hungrily as he stroked himself.  
"So... what brings you here now?"

"It's a St. Patrick's Day thing," Alex said.

"How so?"

"We have green condoms."

"Oh, sure." Sean sounded as unimpressed as he could.

"You saw Pooky's hat."

"Right."

"*You're* Irish."

"Actually Irish-Scots-Anglo-Norman, but close."

"Well... we have beer."

"So it would seem." Sean grinned.  "It's been too long, Alex."

"Mulder's not taking care of you when I'm gone?"

"Not nearly enough."

"Hey! I'm still here!" Mulder protested.

"I know." Alex did a slow thrust that made Mulder and Sean moan.

Smiling, Sean walked over to the couch and knelt next to it.  As 
Alex kissed him, Mulder slipped a hand down his pants, both 
promising far more to come. As it were.  

Sean certainly didn't feel tired or gray anymore.


*************************THE END***************************
 

More Viridian5 stories can be found in The Green Room at 
http://members.tripod.com/~drovar/viridian/
Fandoms represented: X-Files, Once a Thief, due South, 
Hard Core Logo, the Buffy the Vampire Slayer movie, Angel, 
Two Guys and a Girl (was Two Guys, a Girl and a Pizza Place), 
X-Men, Doctor Who