Date: Tue, 15 Jul 1997 10:17:15
From: katrinka <katrinka@flash.net>
Subject: Play The Game (1/1) *SLASH*


 Title - 
      Author -Katrinka
      E-Mail address -Katrinka@flash.net
      Rating - NC-17
      Category -Crossover X-Files/Professionals
      Subcategory: R/A
      Spoilers - None
      Keywords - Slash/Rape/Pre-X
        Mulder/Other
      Summary -Mulder while at Oxford gets involved with a man who turns
out to be a         CI5 agent.
       Beta Reader: Heather Markle

A note: the Professionals was a British tv show about Secret agents, that
are a 
bit like the FBI. The two main characters are Bodie and Doyle. They worked
for 
a man named Cowley who was a bit like Skinner. The series was developed by
the same people who brought the Avengers to the screen. It aired from 1977
to 1982.

Archivists:  Please archive this in Gossamer, do *not* put it anywhere else 
without my permission. 
Comments:  Please send them to me.  
Disclamer: You know none of these Characters belong to me. They belong to CC,
 Fox, and who ever else is involved in that. Bodie and Doyle belong to
Brian Clemmons. 


 

Play The Game
by Katrinka
(x-file/Pros crossover)

Fox Mulder knew he was adopted. That is why he was always close to his only
blood relative, his sister.  She had always been more then just a sister,
she was his best friend, the only thing that he had left that even remotely
reminded him of his former home. He had been four when he
was brought to America, his sister only six months. The truth was his
parents had only wanted the sister, but got stuck with him too, as if he
were part of the deal. They never said anything...but he could feel it.

Then one day she was gone.....

He decided he was going to Oxford the day he found his adoption papers,
then his original birth certificate. England was his place of birth, the
real place of birth, not the one that was given on the adoption records.

He was born in London England.....his real name was Russian, Nikolai Alexei.
It listed the fact that he had an older brother, only a half brother. They
had different fathers.

He had always had some very dim memories of a brother... The big brother,
so strong....so caring. He could never get his face out of his dreams. The
brother that had taken care of him like he was a son, never once
complained.  Then...his mother died and he was parted from his older
brother.


He had never really expressed those memories after his adopted mother told
him that this was his family now. She was so hurt by him mentioning his
brother.

Fox wanted to find his brother...even though he couldn't remember his full
name.


He had always been a loner, but his decision of going to England made his
parents pull away from him emotionally even more.

He was truly alone now....

Going on the game was explained to him by a roommate of his during his
freshman year. He had been introduced to Jonsey, his pimp. The roommate had
convinced Mulder that it was a good way to make easy money. If he allowed
himself to be picked up by three men twice a week, he would make
more then he would in a month at a regular job. That is if he could get a
job. He was an American, not allowed to work here. The only good thing was
he looked younger then his age. Younger looking guys always made more
money.

He found the game was a trap. He wouldn't be allowed to quit it. His pimp
made sure of that. He called himself an agent, he got thirty percent of
whatever Fox made. If he quit, the agent would be out of money. The first
time he tried to quit, his agent broke his nose.

*       *       *


Ray Doyle watched the hustler looking around the bar. His green-blue eyes
looking for new game. He was dressed in all black, this one. He reminded
Doyle so much of his partner.

The man-boy had come here every weekend, hustling for tricks. He didn't
understand how someone as intelligent as Fox had wound up selling himself.
He wasn't here to break up a prostitution ring, but he would make sure that
this one got off the streets.

He knew he should tell Fox that he knew who is biological brother was. He
was afraid that if he did, he would be blowing his cover. This would be one
of the longest assignments he had ever had. The longest he had been away
from his partner Bodie, who had been assigned to work in Hong Kong for
seven months.

"Get a lover," He had been ordered by his boss. "You can't be working in a
gay bar, and not have some kind of lover."

The young man walked to the bar and sat down at a bench. He grabbed a
handful of sunflower seeds and started to munch on them. This would be a
good time to approach Fox. His pimp was out of town. He was a student at
Oxford, as were all the men in his pimp's stable.

He poured Fox's usual drink, and placed it in front of him.

"Thanks," Fox picked up the glass and drained it.

"It's been a busy night." Ray said.

"Very."

"How much have you made?"

"I can pay my rent this month," he glanced at his watch.

Ray looked him over. "Are you done for tonight?"

"Yeah..I guess."

"You wouldn't be up to one more job would you?"

Mulder sighed, "who?"

"How much would you charge to be hired for the weekend?"

"A whole weekend?" Mulder gasped. ""How many men?"

"Just me."

He looked the older many over. "You're my friend. There is no charge."

Fox couldn't mask the surprise when Doyle took out his wallet and counted
out ten twenty-pound notes. He set them in front of the young man. "You
will be missing work....I want to pay you for the lost time."



Mulder picked up the money, stuck it in his front coat pocket, then looked
up at the older man. "When do you get off work?"

*       *       *
*       *       *
There where questions in Mulder's mind. He had known this man for three
weeks and this was the first time that he had seen any interest from him.
He should have realized that the friendship had really been sexual
interest.


He had never been to the man's apartment before. It was pretty nice for a
single man. As soon as he got through the door, he started to unbutton his
shirt. "Where do you want me?"

"What to you mean?" Doyle asked.

"You hired me for the weekend." When he saw the older man's hesitancy, he
said, "I am a whore. This is what I do for a living."

"How many customers have you had tonight?"

Murders eyes narrowed. "Why?"

"I just want to know,"

"Eight."

He was waiting for Ray to tell him it wasn't that bad. Instead, he said,
"You must be tired."


"Exhausted is more like it," he let slip out. Then just as quickly he said.
"I still have enough energy for you".

"I hired you for the weekend. So your mine to do with as I please," Ray
said harshly. "If I want you to be fresh in the morning when fuck you, its
my business!"

Mulder flinched. so this man really wasn't his friend, just another John.
"If thats what you want."

"It is." There was fire his eyes, he went to Mulder and kissed him with a
surprising amount of gentleness. They kissed for a long time.


Mulder found himself growing excited. He tried to fight his excitement
down. He was a whore, he had been paid. He was to be used to satisfy
someone else's excitement, not his own. Then he felt fingers touch the
front of his jeans, rubbing them. Firing his passion.

"It's been a long time since you made love to a man hasn't it."

"I've never," Mulder finally gasped. "I am a bottom."

"Not now your not. I paid you, if I want you to make love to me, you will."
Ray ordered. The pressure on his penis grew even stronger. Mulder was
beginning to think he would come in his jeans.

"Yes."

Suddenly Doyle stopped. "Are you gay, or are you doing this just for the
money?"

"What do you mean?" he asked confused.

"Do you like girls?"

"Yes...but I like guys too," Mulder was getting nervous. very nervous. "I
have been alone most of my life. I have only been with one girl before....
Why do you want to know that from me?"

"Because I don't want to hurt you. We are friends, remember?"

"Your not hurting me...I am a whore remember?"

Doyle touched his finger under Mulder's chin and turned it, so that he was
looking into his eyes.
"Fox, you are not a whore. Your much more then that. You do this so that
you can concentrate on your studies. What was your gpa last term."

"I got perfect in all my classes," he said, wondering why Doyle wanted to
know that.

Ray traced Mulder's lips with his fingers. "IF we sleep together, it will
be up to you, not because I paid you.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

Ray kissed him again, this time very gently.

*       *       *


Mulder woke slowly. His body a bit cramped from sleeping on the couch. He
thought this was strange, why would Ray Doyle pay him good money, the
expect him to sleep on the couch? He would have to give the money back. His
agent wouldn't be pleased. He always had to get his thirty percent of
Mulder's income.


Ray Doyle came into the sitting room. He was carrying a tray. He placed the
tray on the table that was in front of the settee. "Have a good sleep Fox?"


"Yes, I did, thanks." Mulder sat up. On the tray was a fresh cooked
breakfast. No meat he noticed, but he was hungry enough not to care.

"Go ahead," Ray prompted.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

Doyle shrugged and sat down. he picked up a glass of juice and began to
drink it. Mulder began to eat.

"Can I ask you something?" Doyle asked.

Mulder shrugged. "Ask."

"Do you like selling yourself?"

"Listen, when you take me, it won't be forced. YOU paid me remember?"

"That isn't what I wanted to know," The older man sighed. "If you could do
something else, would you?"

"I am an American, I don't have a work permit. There IS nothing else I can
do."

"Why doesn't your parents help you with your money?"

"No...I can't do that," he said softly.

"Why can't you?" Doyle persisted.

"My father and I don't get along....I feel lucky that he allowed me to go
to Oxford. If I ask him for money, he might make me go home."

"Would that be a bad idea?"

"Yes, it would." he looked away from Doyle. "Are you a cop? You ask a lot
of questions."

"No, I am not a cop," Ray told him. "I just wanted to learn about you. You
don't want to talk about it do you?"

"No, I don't."

"Would you like some tea?" Doyle asked, changing the subject.

"Sure, fine, whatever." Mulder replied.

********************************

//damn he's hot,// Mulder though as he watched Ray Doyle as he put some
music on the stereo. He was wearing exceedingly tight jeans. The patches
curved around the right places of his ass.

"Do you like that?" Ray asked.

"It's okay, I like Elvis better," he admitted.

Ray turned to him, he looked a tad on the shocked side. "Aren't you a
little young for Elvis?"

"When I was very young, my brother always listened to Elvis. "

"You have a brother?"

"Did," Mulder looked away. "I was adopted. We were separated."

"How old were you when it happened?"

"I was four. Samantha, my sister, was just a baby."

Ray mercifully didn't ask any more questions. Instead he put on something
by Elvis. Then he walked over to the younger man. "Let's dance Fox."

Mulder looked up to him and got off the settee. He let Ray pull him close,
so close their cocks touched. As they danced, Mulder became aroused. He
tried to remind himself that he was a hustler. That he shouldn't get this
excited with the customer.

Ray cupped his hand around Mulder's buttock, and pulled him even closer, so
that their dance was more like a fuck with their clothes still on.

Finally Mulder pulled away from Ray. He tried to walk away, but the older
man wouldn't let him. "Where are you going?

"I feel like I am going to come in my pants." He finally admitted.

Ray put his arms around him, pulling him close. "It's okay. Your allowed."

"I am a whore,"

"Does that mean you can't have any fun?" Ray pulled Mulder onto the floor.
He kissed him, as he opened the younger man's pants, wrapping his fingers
around his cock, and stroking it.

Mulder growled in the back of his throat. "Do you like it?"

All Mulder could do was nod. Ray pulled away from him, and quickly
stripped. Then he said, "be my top, please...."

"I've never done it before." Mulder confessed.

"Don't worry, I will teach you how," Doyle promised.

*****************************************

"When do your lectures start in the morning?" Doyle asked Mulder. Doyle was
looking for his wine bottle opener. They were in the sitting room, both
wearing robes. Doyle had found him a black robe from somewhere in his
endless closet.

"Eight, but since you hired me for the weekend, I will skip it." Mulder was
sitting on the couch.

Ray found the bottle opener, and opened a bottle of wine. He grabbed two
glasses, the bottle and went over to the couch. He sat down and poured wine
in both glasses, and handed Mulder one. "If you had a place to stay, would
you still be 'in the game'?"

"I have to pay my agent."

"Oh yeah, Jonsey, how could I forget him." Ray took a sip of the wine.
"What does he do when you don't pay him?"

"Last time, he broke my nose, then he got upset."

There was a flash of anger in Ray's cat-green eyes. "What is he going to
say when you graduate? It's your last year,"


"I am planing on going home when I graduate." Mulder stared down into the
glass of wine. "Hopefully I will be home before he finds out I am gone."

"What if I gave you a job at the bar, helping me out with odd jobs."

"I don't have a work permit."

"It would be under the table." Ray looked Mulder up and down. "You can stay
here if you want."

"You want me to be your kept boy?" he asked, he tried not to keep the hope
out of his voice.

"You can stay here, but the terms of your stay is up to you. If you want to
be my boy, fine."

"I would like that," he said.

"There is only one condition. You stop selling yourself," he took a sip of
wine, "your mine now."

Mulder thought for a moment, sleeping with only one man would be a lot
better then hustling. Especially since this man was so good looking. "All
right, I will stop."


"You won't regret this Fox." Doyle promised.

*       *       *

Fox Mulder didn't know exactly when he fell in love with Ray Doyle, he just
woke up one day and knew. Ray made no demands on him. He was the one who
always chose if they made love.

Though one thing bothered him. Ray would moan "Bodie," softly in his sleep.
Ray never told Mulder who Bodie was.

Something wasn't quite right with his lover. Ray would get phone calls from
people, and he would ask Mulder to leave the room.

Suspicion growing, he waited till Ray had gone to work one night. Then he
went through Ray's dresser drawers.

He found some photos of Ray with another man. A man whose hair was as dark
as his, skin as pale. Dark blue eyes that somehow reminded Fox of
almost-forgotten memories. Of Elvis records, and a much older brother.

There was also an ID badge. An ID from something called CI5. His was a cop!
His lover was a cop!

He waiting till Ray came him to confront him. He was sitting on the couch,
pretending to study when Ray came in. "What are you doing up? You have
class in the morning."

"We need to talk,"

"Later..." Ray started to head towards the bedroom.

Mulder took the ID out of his notebook, he tossed it on the table in front
of the couch. Ray Doyle looked at the ID, then up at his lover. "What where
you doing going through my things?"

"You have been so secretive around me, I had to find out why!"

Ray Doyle pushed aside the table. He grabbed Mulder by the shirt and pulled
him to his feet. "You had no right to go through my belongings!"

"If you had told me the truth, I wouldn't have had to!" Mulder said defiantly

Doyle punched Fox, sending him spiraling to the floor, he could feel the
blood spurt. "Your a whore! If I hadn't bought you, you would still be on
the street sucking John's cocks! Can you give me one good reason why you
invaded my privacy?"

"I wanted to find out more about you, I love you." He knew what he had
done, he had destroyed their relationship. The dam broke and he began to
cry.

"Oh Goddess! Fox, what did I do?" Ray gasped. He went into the other room.
he came back with a towel. He knelt down beside the younger man. He handed
him the towel. "Your right, I should have told you. If you found this, you
must have found the photos." Mulder nodded. "Thats why I hired you in the
first place. You remind me so much of him."

"Are you with him now?"

"No, he's in the past. I ruined it with my temper, the way I did with you."

"What is CI5?" Mulder asked. "Police?"

"More like your CIA, I have been working undercover." Ray explained still
not touching him.

"So, all I was to you was a case,"

"No, that is not what you are to me. Yes, I met you because of the case,
but I do love you."

Mulder looked up into cat-green eyes. Mulder leaned into Ray, and the older
man put his arms around him, holding him closely.


****************************************

Ray watched Mulder sleeping. He looked so innocent, unlike the hurt thing
that he lived with. Just like his brother, this one had gone through too
much pain.

>From the other room, Ray could hear the phone ring, he got out of bed, and
answered it. It was Cowley, who had news of Fox's dream, of being in the
FBI. The younger man had a police record, he had been picked up a couple of
times for solicitation. A small record, but enough to keep him out of his
chosen career.

Cowley had pulled strings, expunged the police record. Also the boss had
made sure the application Doyle had convinced Fox to fill out, was
considered, and soon he would be receiving a letter telling him he was
accepted to the academy as soon as he graduated.


Ray decided to make breakfast in bed for Fox. Since the truth had been
reviled about his real job, they had gotten closer then they had before.
Fox had helped him in the investigation. He would be a good agent someday.

He heard shouting coming out of the bedroom. Ray turned off the burners, he
picked up a knife, then went in the direction of the bedroom.

"Who the hell are you?" The unmistakable voice of Bodie demanded.

"I am Fox Mulder!" his lover said. "Who are you!"

Ray came into the room. His partner, Bodie was standing beside the bed. His
face red with anger. "I come back from Hong Kong to surprise you, and found
this *child* in your bed!"

"I am not a child!" Mulder piped up.

"Your only twenty-one!" Bodie shouted. "Damn it! I can still remember when
you learned how to walk, Nikolai!"

"What? How did you know my real name?" Fox asked confused.

"Come on, Ray didn't tell you? I'm your brother!"

A look of pain crossed Fox's face. "No, that can't be...my brother
disappeared in Africa."

"How do you know that?" Ray asked. This was news to him.

"I searched for him, when I first came to England."

Bodie picked up Mulder's clothes, he tossed them at him. "Get dressed, and
go home!"

"This is my home."

"What?" Bodie looked at Ray. "You moved him in with you? What about us?"

"You broke up with him." Fox piped in.

"You are only Ray's boyfriend because he was ordered to get one! I am his
real lover, and I am back!" Bodie stormed out of the room.

"Ray loves me!" Mulder was close to tears.

"I think it would be best if you got dressed," Ray suggested. "Go visit a
friend, we can talk later."

"Are you still with him?" Fox asked.

"Let me calm him down," Ray urged.  "Come back in a couple of hours."

"You didn't answer my question. Are you still together?"

"Yes. I am still with Bodie." Ray admitted.

**************************************************

Bodie couldn't be his brother, could he? If he was his brother, why didn't
Ray tell him? His entire life with Ray had been a lie, he knew
that now.


He went to work, doing mindless chores, sweeping, cleaning. It was a hard
job, but at least he had money. Money of his own, money he
didn't have to share with his pimp. He didn't know why he had come to work.
There wasn't anywhere else he could go. Perhaps Ray would find him here,
explain all this to him...make the nightmare go away.

The months with Ray had been good. He had finally began to forget the life
he had as a hustler. Now he knew that was what he was. Tears stung his
eyes, he knew he would have to go back to that life.

He was in the back, washing dishes. "Fox, Fox, Fox, what are you doing?"
His Pimp drawled, coming up behind him.

"What does it look like? Dishes."

"So how much are you not making doing this job?" the man demanded.

"It's none of your business! I'm free now!"

His former pimp pushed him as hard as he could into the counter. Mulder
could feel the cold press of steel against his neck. "Since you quit the
game, I have lost all my commissions for you, do you know how much that
is?"

"I have been giving you money!" he gulped, he could feel his flesh rip, and
blood begin to flow.

"Not enough! You owe me at least four hundred pounds."

"I never made that kind of money on the game!"

"I know, you didn't because you went off it, without my permission."

"So your going to kill me." he said evenly. He should have known this would
happen. He was crazy trying to give it up.

"Yes, I am going to kill you, but first, I am going to have some fun!" The
knife left his throat, and his pimp used it to cut open his clothes. He
pushed Mulder across the counter. He could hear the man unbuckling his
pants. Mulder tried to stay calm, to relax. All this would hurt more if he
didn't relax.

***********************************

Ray Doyle called into work. He thought that perhaps some of the regulars
might have seen Fox. He was surprised to be told that he was working.

Bodie insisted on going with him to find Fox. He could tell Bodie felt bad
about blowing up at his younger brother.

A waiter told Ray that Fox was in the back doing dishes. Ray went to the
room. The room that the dishes where done was away from the kitchen. Fox
wasn't there, but he noticed that there were droplets of dark liquid on the
floor. He knelt down and put his finger in one, then looked at it.

"What is it?" Bodie asked from the door.

"Blood." Ray got up, he followed the trail of droplets to the back door. He
opened it up and went into the alley way. He looked around, then he noticed
it. There was a small something curled up beside the rubbish bin. Covered
in a tarp, so it looked like trash.

He went over to the something, and took the tarp off. Fox was beneath it,
his clothes where in shreds. He had cuts all over his body. His face was a
mass of bruises. He was pale, too pale. He told his partner, "He's here."

"IS he dead?" Bodie asked flatly.

Doyle knelt down beside the younger man. very gently he checked for a
pulse. there was a faint one. "Damn it! Call an ambulance!"

Bodie turned and went inside. The younger man moaned a bit, and opened his
eyes. they were two dark slits looking up to him. "It's all right Fox,
we're getting you help."

"Is that you?"

"Who do you think I am?"

"Your Ray, my Ray...."

Ray tried to steady his voice. "Who did this to you?"

"Jonsey," Fox gasped, his eyes closed.

//Stay alive! Damn it, you can't die!//

****************************


Mulder woke slowly. He could hear voices. He hurt all over. Was this what
death was like?

"Why didn't you tell him about me?" Bodie asked.

Ray Doyle asked. "I thought it would be better if you did it."

"Why?"

"He would believe you."

"He's my brother...I should have been there for him...perhaps if I was,
Samantha wouldn't have been kidnapped."

"You don't know that." Doyle pointed out.

Bodie walked to the bed. He reached out and touched the younger man. As
Mulder laid there hurting, he decided he must be dreaming. Bodie really
couldn't be his brother.

His eyes opened. Standing beside the bed was Bodie. Familiar blue eyes
looked at him. "How are you feeling?"

"I hurt," he croaked.

"Jonsey has been taken care of."

"How?"

"Just say he wont be hurting any one anymore." Bodie paused. "I'm sorry
Fox, sorry this happened."

Mulder moved his head, so that he didn't have to look at him. "Its not your
fault....when is my father getting here?"

"Your father?"

"You had to call him. You had to have permission by the closest relative
for me to be given care."

"You forget, I am your brother. I signed for you,"

Mulder looked at Bodie again. "Willie?"

Bodie smiled. "Yes, little brother it's me."

Mulder reached his hand out, Bodie took it in his own.

*********************************************************** The sound of
Elvis priestly played in the background. It was a cold afternoon in London.
It was Nikolai's birthday, but no one seemed to remember. He hated this
foster home. There where too many kids. The only one that seemed to care
for him here was his brother.

"Hold still Nicky, I need to get you ready." His big brother Willie said,
he was buttoning Nikolai's shirt.

"Why Willie, why can't we play?" the little boy asked.

The older boy knelt down in front of Nikolai, he could see sadness in the
older boy's eyes. "Your four years old now, your going to have to be the
big brother."

"What about you? Your the big brother. I little."


"You're going to get a new family, a new mommy and daddy."

"What about you and Samantha?"

"Samantha is going with you."

"What about you?" the child persisted.

"I am too big for them. The Mulders want a little boy and girl, and I am
16." his brother explained.

"No, go without you!" the boy insisted.


"It's time to leave," the foster mother said, she was standing in the doorway.

"Me no go!" Nikolai threw his arms around his big brother, and held as
tightly to him as he could.

"Can I take him to the Mulders?" Willie asked.

"IF you must," the foster mother sighed.

Willie carried his little brother into the living room, where Nikolai's new
parents were waiting. The arms around Nikolai grew tighter, holding him
until he thought he would break. He whispered to his brother. "I love you
Nicky, I will never forget you."

***************************************

Fox Mulder woke with a start. Willie had been right, he had never forgotten
his brother. Bodie had come to visit Fox every day. Fox learned he had a
lot in common with his newly found brother. They became more then brothers,
they became friends.

He woke to find his brother, there, waiting for him to wake up.

"Do you sleep all the time?" he asked.

"Can I ask you something, about my past?" Mulder asked.

"Sure, ask," Bodie shrugged.

"When I found my adoption papers, I found my real birth certificate. My
name looked Russian, am I Russian?"

"You're an American now," Bodie reminded him.

"I was never naturalized. My father is in the state department. He worked
behind the scenes and got me another birth certificate."

"So?"

"My birth certificate says I was born in America, not here."

"You could have been naturalized, and your parents kept the papers
elsewhere. They probably wanted you to feel like you belonged."

"Problem was, I never felt like I belonged, especially after Samantha was
kidnapped." Mulder took a deep breath. "That wasn't' the point. I want to
know if I am Russian?"

"You know we are half brothers," Bodie said. Mulder nodded. "Mother's
second husband was a Russian Emerge. He was killed at the same time mother
was."

"Was mother Russian?"

"No, she was Irish."

"I was raised Jewish. Was I born Jewish? Is even that part of me not real?"

"Yes, we are Jewish," Bodie said quietly.

"You're ashamed of it."

"No, I'm not. It's just hard to discuss mother...when they took you and
Samantha away, I lost everyone."

"I'm sorry Bodie, I should have realized." Mulder looked down to the
bandages covering his arms. The gashes on his arm still hurt. He wondered
how it must have been like for his brother. At least Fox had a family, but
this man only had himself.

"Ray told me you like Elvis," Bodie said, changing the subject.

"I do, it always reminds me of the good times. When you used to take care
for me."

"Do you want to here something strange?" Bodie asked him.

"What?"

"I stopped listening to Elvis, it reminded me too much of that time."


Mulder looked up to his brother. "When I go back to the states, can we keep
in touch?"

"I would like that," Bodie smiled. "After all, we're brothers."


*******************

A new start, that's what fate was giving him, a new start. For the
hundredth time he looked over the letter that accepted him to the FBI
academy. His brother's connections had allowed him a little more time to
take his final exams at Oxford. All he had to do was pass those, and he
would be a graduate.

He put the letter in his suitcase. There where still bandages covering his
wounds, but he was finally well enough to leave the hospital. He would be
going back to America, a place were he didn't have to pretend that he was
something he wasn't. Never again would he play the game.

"Can I ask you something Fox?" Ray Doyle said, he was standing in the
doorway of Mulder's hospital room.

"My name's Mulder, I hate being called Fox." He didn't look at the older
man. Didn't want to tell him that everytime he heard him say Fox, it
reminded him of their affair.

"All right Mulder," Doyle came into the room. He shut the door behind him.

"I know what your worried about, your worried I will tell my brother what
happened when we lived together." The look on Ray's face was enough to tell
him he was right.

"It meant nothing to me. You were working on a case, I was just a part of it."

"That wasn't all you were Fo...I mean Mulder."

"Please leave."

Ray didn't go, instead he went over to Mulder. "I want you to know, I did
care for you."

"Then why didn't you tell me you were in love with my brother?"

"I was on a case, I wasn't allowed."

"I was an outlet for you then," he couldn't hide the pain he was feeling.
"I was a hole to stick your cock into."

"At first, yes," Doyle admitted. "But then, I fell in love with you. I
wanted you to know that before you left."

The words hurt as much as fists would, Mulder felt tears sting his eyes.
The walls fell, and he began to sob. Doyle pulled the younger man to him,
and he was allowed.




THE END


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