Title: Amalgame
Author: Neige
Date: 7/17/01
Fandom: XF
Pairing: M/D
Rating: Uhm. R, I guess..whatever.
Status: It follows my story "Better Than Ice Cream" but it's 
not a sequel and it doesn't pick right up after this fic so 
you don't have to read it to understand this one. It picks up 
several days after "Better than Ice Cream", Mulder and Doggett 
had been enjoying each other…
Archive: Slashing Mulder Archive and anywhere else, just ask 
me.
Feedback: Highly appreciated, archange00@yahoo.fr
Disclaimers: You know the drill.
Summary: Another lil chat (among other things) between Doggett 
and Mulder. Spoiler for the 8th season up to Vienen.
Notes: A huge thank to my beloved beta Bertie who corrected my 
mistakes and helped me with ideas for the story and some 
filling for the plot and characterization holes ;)
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The air was still damp with the humidity of the hot summer 
day, contrasting with the now cool wind blowing through the 
open window. Doggett was slightly bouncing between sleep and 
consciousness, appreciating the soft whisper of the wind on 
his sweaty skin. His reverie was abruptly cut short by a sharp 
blow to his ribs.

"Ow. Watch out, Mulder. You woke me up, 'was sleeping." he 
grumbled, displeased to be disturbed from his contemplation.

"You weren't sleeping. You snore when you sleep." A warm voice 
answered almost methodically.

Doggett turned his head to be able to see the face of the dark 
form spread across the bed beside him. Mulder was laying on 
his stomach, his left cheek laying on the pillow and all of 
his body entangled in the sheets, one leg dangling and 
bouncing loosely on one side of the bed; all signs of heavy 
insomnia.

"What's wrong?"

"I can't sleep"

"I kind of figured that." Doggett smirked, suddenly noticing 
the incredible heat coming from the other's man body. Mulder 
was a living furnace. "Want me to tell you a bedtime story?" 
Doggett added, trying to sound serious but not completely able 
to hide the amusement in his voice. His last remark was 
rewarded by another rough blow to his ribs.

"Nah, I’m sure you couldn't tell the Cinderella story as I 
prefer it"

Doggett smiled and closed his eyes again, feeling the urgent 
call of sleep claiming him.

Mulder abruptly turned around on his back sighing heavily; 
making sure Doggett couldn't miss the drama of his situation. 
With a jump that almost made the other man fall off the bed, 
Mulder sat up, positioning himself to get up. Before he could 
go any further, an iron hand encircled his wrist tightly.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"I am going to the living room."

"Oh no. You won't go to sleep on that filthy couch, you stay 
here."

To put some emphasis on his words, Doggett strongly pulled 
Mulder's arm toward him, making him fell back on the bed 
ungracefully.

"What do you have against my couch? It has been my faithful 
companion for at least the past 8 years…"

"Yeah, maybe too faithful." Doggett grinned, releasing the 
wrist. He remembered well the collection of porn tapes he had 
found in Mulder's living room when he had searched the 
apartment. Doggett settled once again to sleep, trying to 
ignore the fact that the younger man had nestled his body 
tightly against his own. He was so close that he could feel 
him breathe in his ear, making shivers go down his spine. 
Agile fingers found their way up his naked chest to play 
mercilessly with one nipple.

"Mulder, if you haven't noticed, I am trying to sleep. Some of 
us still have a job to do ya know." Doggett stared at the 
clock on the bedside table that mocked him with bright red 
numbers. 3 AM. Damn.

Mulder answered the taunt by burying his face under the sheets 
and replacing his fingers with his tongue, encircling the 
erect nipple. Before Doggett had time to know what hit him, 
Mulder removed his mouth from the nipple and leveled his body 
on top of the other man's to have better access to the other 
nipple.

"Does this mean I am not allowed to sleep when you can't?"

Mulder's head snapped up from under the covers and two huge 
eyes, obviously not sleepy, stared back at him. He laid his 
chin on the other's man chest and licked his lips.

"This is a tough question… let me think about it."

Doggett faked a groan of annoyance and wrapped his arms around 
the younger man's body, pressing it against his. 

"I don’t think I can do this again…" He sighed.

Mulder ignored him and buried is head back under the covers, 
pressing his cheek down Doggett's torso to his stomach. He 
caressed the soft skin and marveled at the twitching muscles 
and trembling skin. Doggett's stomach was flat and just 
muscular enough to contract and shudder excessively during an 
orgasm, waving like a furious ocean. That was something Mulder 
found absolutely enthralling, especially when we was 
positioned to have the best view of it. He nibbled gently on 
the soft skin next to the navel, feeling the sheets lifting 
over his head, clutched tightly in Doggett's hands.

"Mulder…" Doggett hissed, trying to stop himself from 
thrusting upwards, his cock tightening the thin fabric of his 
boxer short and brushing slightly under Mulder's chin. Before 
he could stop himself, he heard himself asked : "Are you the 
father of Scully's baby?"

The question was clear to Mulder even through the pounding in 
his ears and the noise of crumpled sheets. He stopped his 
ministrations and pulled the sheets away abruptly to look at 
Doggett, who was staring at him wide eyed, mouth slightly 
open, like the question had escaped from a hidden part of his 
soul he never realized he possessed.

"What?" Mulder croaked. The sheets were clinging to his sweaty 
body like a nightmarish prison.

"I…I'd like to know." Doggett had been shocked at first by the 
question that dared to flow from his lips, but now he just 
felt anger. Everyone hid information from him, acting like he 
was unworthy from such grace. He always learnt the secrets 
when it was too late, when the holy trinity of Mulder-Scully-
Skinner needed his help.

"What is this, Mulder? What's gonna happen when the baby is 
born? Fuck, what is going on?"

Mulder stayed silent for several seconds, barely blinking, his 
thoughts rushing through his brain in an incredibly confused 
whirl. Doggett moved upwards, pushing Mulder off slightly so 
he could sit with his back against the headboard. He glanced 
at Mulder who was seating himself crossed legged by his side, 
his face completely still and the pale light coming from the 
window enhancing it to an unreadable alabaster vision.

"Will you answer me dammit!" The wind was now rather unpleasant 
on his skin, making every hair of his body stand on end.

"John…" Mulder sighed, tilting his head to one side to be able 
to catch a glimpse of Doggett's clear blue eyes. "Scully asked 
me to donate my sperm for her baby but we thought the 
insemination didn't work out…"

"So did you try the good old fashioned way??" Doggett had a 
feeling he shouldn't be talking about those things in respect 
of Scully's privacy but he was just so damn fed up.

"No."

"Are you gonna go to her when the baby is born?" Doggett hated 
the jealousy in his voice but was unable to stop it.

Mulder shifted nervously and bit his lower lip, his eyes fixed 
on an invisible point just beside Doggett's head. Doggett 
groaned.

"Wrong answer, Mulder." He got up angrily, yanking the sheets 
so brusquely off his body that Mulder almost slipped and fell 
on the floor. Doggett quickly made his way to the kitchen, 
ignoring Mulder's soothing protests. 'Seems he won't sleep at 
all tonight. Fuck and double-Fuck.' He yanked the fridge's 
door open that protested pitifully to his uncharacteristic 
behavior, and rummaged through its content.

"John, listen to me. I am not going to go to Scully."

Doggett glanced angrily at Mulder, keeping his steadying grip 
on the fridge's door. The artificial coldness of the engine 
weirdly made him feel better and get a grip on his thoughts. 
The younger man was standing stiffly by the counter, looking 
incredibly sexy yet awkward in loose pajamas bottoms but 
nothing else, his bare feet unsteadily planted on the 
immaculately tiled floor. 

"And I am supposed to believe you? Shit, I guess I shouldn't 
have expected otherwise. It's not like we agreed to commit to 
each other or something."

Doggett shifted his attention back to the content of the 
fridge, feeling it must be pretty stupid to give the cold eyes 
to half of a ham in the middle of a fight with your lover.

"Please John." Mulder walked toward him, leaning against the 
open fridge. Doggett finally tore his eyes away from the 
suspicious content of Mulder’s fridge and looked at Mulder. 
His eyes were shimmering from the cold light of the fridge and 
his lips were parted in a silent plea.

"Please John. Don't ask me to know what is going to happen 
after the baby is born. I have no idea. I am so scared of the 
implications of Scully's pregnancy and I also fear I won't be 
able to protect her…I wasn't there for most of it…" He paused; 
searching the older man's eyes for a sign of understanding. He 
extended his hand slowly and traced the shape of Doggett's 
bottom lip with a tentative finger. "We can face the events 
together?"

Doggett sighed; knowing it was probably the only thing he'd 
get from Mulder and it wasn't so bad after all. He nodded back 
at the younger man, capturing the fluttering hand with his own.

"Now would you mind closing my fridge?" Mulder grinned 
mockingly, all too aware of the effects of the cold on 
Doggett's nipples, making them stand out in an irresistible 
way. 

"Do you have anything that still has its original colors in 
there?" Doggett had noticed the piece of ham had a distinctive 
green shade in some places.

Mulder thought about that for a moment and leaned closer to 
Doggett's, wrapping an arm around his torso. He felt the cold 
air of the fridge hitting his back and evaporating around them.

"Just some ice cream...."

FIN