MULDER THE VAMPIRE SLAYER
Round Two, Part One

No matter how hard he tried, Alex could not tear his eyes away from Mulder's retreating form. Finally, the bedroom door closed and Alex found himself alone in the dimly lit apartment. With a heavy sigh of longing, he moved around the room. Stopping to peer through the mini-blinds onto the street below, he was relieved to find no demons lurking about.

"Helping out the Slayer, huh?"

Alex whirled around. From somewhere in the darkened apartment, a husky voice came.

"Frohike, what are you doing here?" Alex whispered. He cast his eyes toward the bedroom to be sure Mulder was still asleep.

Frohike shrugged and headed straight into the kitchen. Alex always hated the disturbing way the demon seemed to appear out of thin air.

"At the moment, looking for something to eat," he answered. "How about you? Had any good bites lately?"

"No, and you know better than that!"

Licking his fingers from his newly built sandwich, Frohike nodded at the bedroom. "This Slayer's a lot hotter than the last one. I can read it in your eyes. You want him."

"It's more than that, 'hike," Alex confided. "You were right, he really needs someone looking after him."

"Isn't that what his Watcher's for?" Frohike countered. With one huge chomp he devoured the sandwich.

Alex's mind flashed to the past. He remembered wandering the streets for decades, only feasting on the tiny rodents that scavanged around him. Because of his curse, he'd given up on everything -- including himself -- until the day Melvin Frohike dropped into his life. The strangely dressed man revealed himself to be an immortal demon living with his own curse --to help restore the balance between good and evil.

He'd been very wary of the demon at first. Frohike offered him the chance to become someone, so he took Alex to Houston where he witnessed Fox William Mulder for the first time. In seclusion, Alex watched as Mulder encountered his first late-lamented Watcher, and learned of his destiny as the Slayer. Mulder had shown strength and courage during his first battle with a vampire, although he had been extremely awkward and clumsy; which endeared him to Alex instantly.

That night, Alex felt an overwhelming urge to help Mulder, thereby helping himself. He was startled from his thoughts by Frohike.

"You better make sure he's prepared," the little demon told him.

"I've already warned him about the Brotherhood," Alex said.

Frohike shook his head. "More than that. Something big's gonna hit this town. It may be more than he can handle."

"Do you care to enlighten me?"

"Alex, you should know." Frohike moved throughout the apartment, poking his nose into Mulder's unpacked boxes. "With your ear to the streets, all those people going missing. By the way, where is his Watcher?"

"At home, I guess. Look, Frohike, I've had my hands full tonight."

"Gee, could a handsome Slayer have anything to do with that? Is he here?"

"Yes, he's asleep."

~*~*~*~*~

Within the bedroom, Mulder tossed from side to side, his brow slick with sweat. The sheets twisted around him in the dark. In his sleeping mind, nightmarish images formed. He saw himself in a dank chamber lined with flickering candles. There didn't appear to be any way in or out. In his dream he ventured further along.

The walls seemed to pulse, as if they were alive. It was only when he moved closer that he realized they were dripping with blood.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw vague shadows. Several pairs of bright yellow eyes peered at him through the darkness. One of the shapes had its back to him. Mulder's heart beat sped up when he recognized it.

"Scully, what are you doing here?"

"Why, waiting for you." She turned and her face morphed into the harsh features of a vampire.

Tumbling backwards, Mulder fell heavily onto the floor and struggled out of her outstretched hands. He bumped into something. Turning in horror he found the body of his Watcher, Walter Skinner, lying drained.

Regaining his feet, he whirled back around and gasped in shock. Alex stood a few feet away from him in the grip of an ancient vampire, who blew a cloud of smoke out beneath his fangs.

"We're coming for you, next!" The vampire said. In an instant, a stake appeared in his hands.

"Alex!" Mulder cried.

The stake penetrated Alex's body and he exploded into dust...

"NO!!" Mulder yelled. Startled awake, he sat up in bed.

~*~*~*~*~

Hearing his muffled cry, Alex jumped into action. "Mulder," he whispered. He turned to find that Frohike had disappeared.

The bedroom door slammed open, and Alex burst inside. He found Mulder sitting up in bed, his bare chest heaving.

"It's alright," Alex reasurred him. He turned and sat down on the bed, gently touching Mulder's quivering shoulder.

"It was horrible," Mulder tried to explain.

"A nightmare?" Alex questioned. Mulder silently nodded. "A Slayer is prone to prophetic dreams, Mulder," he continued. "You should be used to them by now."

Mulder shook his head. "Not like this."

"You should tell your Watcher about it in the morning," he said, calmly.

Mulder leaned into Alex. Alex cuddled their faces together, wrapping his arms around Mulder. Suddenly, Mulder no longer felt uneasy, instead he turned to face the gorgeous vampire.

Enveloped in Alex's arms, Mulder began kissing him. The taste of Mulder's warm tongue was almost more than Alex could handle. He broke contact and stared into Mulder's feverish eyes.

"Mulder, I... are you sure?" he asked, searching his face for an answer.

"Just kiss me," Mulder replied in a throaty whisper.

Kissing him on the lips, Mulder then started to explore his magnificent mouth. Giving in to his desire, Alex caressed his body, running his hands up and down Mulder's back. Gently, Alex kissed him on the neck. Grasping one of his hands, Mulder kissed Alex's fingers. Slowly they laid back on the sheets.

Alex held Mulder's face in his hands, tasting his lips tenderly. With his own hands free, Mulder unbuttoned Alex's black silk shirt, and easily unclasped the top button of his slacks.

His tongue darted around the vampire's chest, and Alex arched his back when Mulder gave his nipples attention. As the Slayer gently bit them, Alex let out a beautiful moan of pleasure.

Sliding his pants down, Mulder's eyes widened. Alex's cock was every bit as beautiful as the rest of him. He inhaled deeply as it grew from his touch. Mulder leaned in, licking and savouring all ten inches.

Alex's breathing became laboured. He'd fallen in love with the Slayer from afar, and he wanted him more than anything. Turning on his side, he slid Mulder into position and the pair started to 69 each other. Mulder, in an insatiable frenzy, rolled on top of him.

Swallowing, Alex looked up and started to rub and massage his legs. Licking his lips, Alex's hungry mouth devoured Mulder's cock and he did the same. Mulder felt as if he would go over the edge at any moment. The taste of the Slayer's precome made Alex hotter for him than he ever imagined.

Turning Mulder over, Alex laid him on his back and gently began to finger his generous ass. He grunted and moaned as Alex hit the electric spots. Before long Alex started to explore with his mouth, rimming and invading Mulder's hot, eager ass with his tongue. Mulder bucked his hips while Alex's luscious tongue darted in and out.

His cock well lubed from Mulder's lips, Alex held onto him tightly and began to penetrate into him. Mulder's long legs came to rest around his waist. A low, soft moan escaped Mulder's open mouth. Exotic jolts of pleasure exploded throughout his body. Alex panted, each thrust taking him farther inside. Mulder's hand gripped a pillow, hard. He twisted it until it burst in two.

Finally, Alex was all the way in and Mulder's sweat soaked body shivered beneath him. "Don't stop," Mulder begged. "Don't ever stop."

His sensual hands roamed all over Alex's strong chest. With a primal cry, Alex shot his load into Mulder. As soon as he pulled out of him, Alex dove down and engulfed Mulder's hard cock with his mouth. Within moments, Mulder screamed as an earth shattering orgasm took hold.

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