Title: My Name is…

Author: Angelee

Fandom: Bond/X-files

Pairing: James Bond (Daniel Craig)/ Fox Mulder

Rating: Adult

Summary: What’s in a name?

Beta: By my sister Anna. All remaining errors are my own-with apologies.

Note: I read an article somewhere that said Craig said something about it was time for James Bond to have a gay relationship. Works for me. (o:

My Name Is…

“Nice night.”

Fox looked over at the man now standing next to him at the bar he was currently holding up.

“I guess.”

Blue eyes looked at him curiously. “What, you don’t think so?”

Fox shrugged indifferently. “Don’t know. I’ve been trying to get sloshed for the past three hours.”

The man smiled, drawing Fox’s eyes to the very sensual lips. “I noticed. How’s that going by the way?”

“Not to good. I had a run in with some… Well, let’s just say that ever since I went away for a while. When I came back I found I’d lost the ability to get truly fucking drunk,” Mulder replied sadly.

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

Mulder looked in the light blue eyes staring at him speculatively. Something he was use to, even by straight males. He just seemed to have that effect on people. “No more than me.”

The man chuckled. “I can imagine. My name is Bond. James Bond, by the way.”

Mulder nodded. Nice to meet you, Bond, James Bond. My name is Mulder. Fox Mulder.”

“Fox?”

“Hmm.”

James called over the bartender. “I’ll have a beer, please.” When it’d been placed in front of him. “That’s an unusual name.”

“Tell me about it.” Mulder lifted his beer, before taking a healthy swallow. “Parents were unusual people,” he added in way of explanation.

James watched him taking drinking. Fox also got that a lot. Thinking it had a lot to do with the fact he had lips made for sin. At least that was according to Scully. “Dead?”

Fox looked at James. “Huh?”

“Parents are dead?”

“Just dear old Dad.”

James took a drink of him beer. “You sound bitter.”

“Just a little. Parents you know how they are. Not always what they seem. Some shouldn’t even be parents.”

“Ah.”

Mulder took a pretzel from the bowl in front of him. “What are you doing in here? I saw you with the beautiful blond on you arm, not even half hour ago. Get dumped?”

Pale eyebrows rose. “You noticed me?”

Mulder smiled. “I notice inconsequential things all the time.”

James lifted his beer. “I’m inconsequential?” Disappointed for some odd reason

“Not really. The blond on the other hand…”

“What have a problem with women?”

Mulder looked out over the mostly empty if rather over-priced bar. But then after what he’d been through he deserved a treat. Even if it was expensive. “Just the kind where everything is fake from the tips of their painted toenails to the top of their bleached hair.”

“Ah.”

“Hmm.” They drank silently for a while. Mulder offering James the bowl of pretzels. “So what happened?”

James nibbled on the tip of the pretzel. “I thought I wanted to have meaningless sex. tonight. To forget, but turns out that’s not what I wanted after all. So she went to her room.”

Mulder lifted his beer bottle. “Is there any such thing as meaningless sex when you’re trying to get your rock off?”

He watched as James blue eyes dulled slightly. “Yes, there is when you want more.”

“Someone to come home to at night. Slippers and dinner at the ready? Maybe a cat, dog, hamster or a couple of fish?”

“Yes. That and maybe share scrambled eggs and coffee with in the morning.” James smiled ruefully. “Maybe after a night of great sex. Is that so wrong?”

Mulder offered another pretzel. “Don’t get defensive. There’s nothing wrong in wanting more. I want more, too. Just not with a person that’s higher to maintain than my fish tank.”

“The blond?” James asked accepting it.

“Yeah. Trip to keep that hair as white as it is, would cost me a month’s pay at least.”

“So what do you do if? If you don’t mind me asking.”

Mulder raised his hand to the bartender signaling for two more beers. “No, don’t mind at all. I work for the FBI. You?”

“The British equivalent.”

“Another beer?”

James took it. “Are you trying to get me drunk?”

Mulder smiled. “Yeah. So I can take you up to my room and have my evil way with you.”

James chuckled as he took a small drink of his beer. “Evil?”

Mulder wiggled his eyebrows. “Very.”

“Alright.”

“Cool. I’ll be gentle especially with your hurt leg.”

James looked at him in surprise. “How do you know I have a hurt leg?”

“I’m very observant. I use to be a profiler before being assigned to the X-files.”

James offered the bowl of pretzels this time. “Ah, the seeker of the unexplained.”

Mulder took one. “Yeah,” he replied carefully nibbling on it.

“Do you find many answers?”

“Some. Mostly more questions.”

James nodded. “That’s the way of life.”

“Yeah. So you wanna go up to my room now. I’ll give you scrambled eggs and coffee in the morning. I don’t think at this point I can offer more than that, but I think I can give you a night you won’t soon forget.”

James looked at Mulder for a long time. So long Fox thought his offer wouldn’t be accept. “I don’t…”

“Please?”

James nodded slowly, almost reluctantly. “Yes, alright.”