Don't own 'em, but love to play with them. No money or profit here. Move along now, move along. Set after The Red and The Black.

"Stand this way! You're opening yourself too much."

Green eyes blazed in anger. "What the hell do you know about it? You have two damn good arms."

For a minute the tall, slender figure slumped with the weight of accusation thrown at him. There were no words. He had said them already, screamed them in anguish, in pain and finally broken assurances in love. The silence between the two men lingered even as it healed.

"Hey Foxy, wanna show me that move again?"

Forgiven, yet again. Mulder spared one moment to thank the fates for his current happiness. Practising feints in a dank warehouse with Alexei Krycek, his lover of four months, was as close to heaven as he had ever known. Mulder pushed back the unkempt lock of brown hair which had fallen across his forehead.

Mulder assumed an attack stance even as he teased, "Now, Alexei, think of me as one of the bad guys; you remember them, right - your ex-buddies and they're coming after you. Defend."

The End