Title: Broken Heart
Author: Angelee
Fandom: James Bond/ X-files
Pairing: James Bond (Daniel Craig) /Fox Mulder
Rating: Adult
Summary: Not broken, only slightly dent.
Beta: By my sister Anna. All remaining errors are mine. With apologies.
Broken Heart
James followed Mulder into his spacious room. Drawn to the windows
showing the bright twinkling lights of
Not really having a clear idea why he’d come here, just that he’s need to get away from everything for awhile. And what better place than the city of lights. Beautiful women, beautiful men. Gambling
The one coming toward him no exception. Green eyes looking at him with an odd combination of hopefulness and eagerness.
Fox offered him a bottle of water. “Sorry. That’s all I got right now.”
James smiled at him. “It’s a drink.”
“Healthier for you anyway,” Fox told him with a tentative smile. “Even if a bit over priced.” They looked out of the window for a while. “So who are you trying to forget?”
James looked at him in surprise. “What makes you think I’m trying to forget anyone?”
Fox brought the bottle to him mouth, taking a small swallow before answering. “Are you denying it?”
“I don’t deny anything. It be kind of pointless being as you’re a profiler.”
Mulder smiled. “True. How long were you in the hospital?”
“How…hmm, two months.”
“You’re not going to ask me how I know?”
“Curiosity factor not withstanding?” James asked, taking a sip from his water bottle.
“Curiosity not withstanding.”
“Alright. How do you know?”
“To late. Questions comes with a time limit and you passed it.”
“Ah.”
Mulder turned to look out at the city lights. “Why are you here, James? Why did you come up to my room with me?”
“I…”
“I won’t judge you. Just tell me.”
James sighed softly. “In my line of work I have to do a lot of things many people would frown on. I kill for a living. It’s gotten to the point that I don’t feel anything when I kill. My heart is hardening. I want to see if I can feel.”
“And you can’t do that with a women?”
“No, not to the extent that I need. I want fire and heat. I want it so fast and so hard I’ll feel it into next year. I want to feel,” James said almost desperately. “I need to feel.”
“And you think I can give you what you need?” Mulder asked, turning to look at James.
“I know you can.”
Mulder reached out a hand, placing it over James’s heart. Feeling the steady beating.
“It doesn’t feel like its hardening. Maybe it’s just a little dented and not all that damaged.”
James smiled at him. It was a smile that didn’t quite make it to his beautiful blue eyes. “Maybe. Can you fix me?”
“I think so. But James…” A pale eyebrow in question. “If I give you what you need. What you want. We’re both never going to be the same.”
James moved closer. “I know.”
***
He arched his head back, moaning softly. Lips, soft, gentle lips nuzzled at his throat. James gasped softly as Fox moved above him.
He’d never felt anything like it. Fox was gentle, so very gentle. Yet there was a difference. Not just the hard planes where there had been softness.
Not the welcoming depths he’d been use to, now replaced by a hardness that had him aching in places he didn’t know could bring such overwhelming pleasure.
“Oh, God,” he whispered softly.
Mulder didn’t respond. Continuing to lay kiss after kiss along James throat. Driving deep into the welcoming depth of a body that had so willingly accepted him. As if James had been meant for him and him alone.
He had to get deeper. Go deeper. He wanted it with an ache that was driving him half mad.
He rose up, taking James with him. Thrusting hard and furiously. He hadn’t felt this way in a long time, if ever. He lay him back down, never stopping the motions of his body.
“James. Oh, God James. You feel so good. So very good.”
Sweat dripped from his body to meld with that of James as they struggled to get closer to one another. James wrapped his arms around him holding him with an edge of desperation he was unable to hide.
They struggled to get closer. Go deeper, so deep they could do nothing but become one.
Mulder felt nails score his back and he didn’t care. He couldn’t find it in himself to care. He drove into the body under his hard. So hard it brought out a moan of pained pleasure from the man under him.
He did it again and again. Harder faster. Not caring that he was losing what little sanity he had left.
Knowing he had to do this. He just had to. Driving by an instinct he could no more control than he could control not breathing.
He pulled James to him. From chest to thigh they touched. Sanity gone as he continued to drive into the man under him. He couldn’t stop. He just couldn’t.
James was panting under him as if he’d run a marathon. Meeting him thrust for thrust. Eyes tightly closed, lost in the sensations running rampant though his body.
Mulder moved closer still. Needing to make James feel. Making him his. Needing for James to be his.
Gasping under him James opened his eyes. Meeting Mulder’s, came. Spilling hot fluid between their tightly twined bodies. He came and came and came. Shuddering violently with each new pulse of fluid that left his body.
“Again. Again, James. Come for me again.”
James shook his head weakly. “Can’t. Just can’t. You’ve taken it all. I’ve got nothing left to give.”
Mulder thrust hard enough to lift his body from the bed. “No, not nearly enough. Give me more, damn it. You’re mine. From now on you’re mine. Even if I have to drag you all across the world in search of X-files. You’re mine. Mine do you hear?”
James arched up. Realizing that he did have more he could give Mulder as he came again. Weaker than before, but no less substantial. As the fluid joined the first, spreading and mixing.
“I hear you.”
“Is your heart still heartened? Do you need for me to soften it some more?”
James ran his hands over Mulder’s back and driving buttock. Clutching them in desperate hands. Encouraging the man above him to drive deeper, drive harder.
“No. No. I’m better. I… Oh, God. I’m so much better.”
Mulder gave him the sweetest smile he’d ever seen and came. James arched his head back when he felt the spill of hot fluid deep within body.
He’d never felt anything like it before in his life. Mulder had ruined him for anyone else. The man now laying limply against him had made sure that he would not respond to another sexually again.
His heart had softened. Fixed from its former disrepair. Perhaps not quite normal. It might never be that way again, but it was better than it was and it now belonging to a man he’d met by chance in a bar.
And James didn’t care. He closed his eyes. He didn’t care. He screamed silently. He felt good. He felt better than he’d ever felt in his life.
He would follow Fox Mulder wherever he went. Fitting himself into the small cubbies of Mulder’s bags if he had to. Mulder would never be free of him. Not ever.
“You alright?”
James opened his eyes. Giving Fox a small smile. “Never better.”
“Truly?”
“Yeah. You’re good. Very, very good.”
Fox smiled at him. “I’m a sex God, huh?”
“Oh, yeah. I’m quite ruined for anyone else.”
“Just as I intended. Cool, huh?”
James pulled Mulder’s head down. “Quite cool, actually,” he replied, before meeting his lips in a gentle kiss. “Do I still get scrambled eggs and coffee in the morning?”
“You sure do. Plus all the loving you could never want.”
James opened his mouth wide to the seeking one above him. “I can live with that.”