Also, this is my first ever slash story. be kind...

Disclaimer: Characters in this story belong to TriStar and Chris Carter respectively.

NC-17, m/m

The Questions
by Ninjababe

A petite woman answered the door. "May I help you?"

"I'm here to see Mr. Lucien LaCroix." the man on the other side of the door said.

"And do you have an appointment." the woman asked.

"No, but it's important. I'm Agent Mulder with the FBI." the man showed the woman his badge.

"All right. Right this way." the woman said after peering at Mulder's ID then back at him. She motioned him to sit down. "I'll tell him you're here."

Mulder sat down and looked around the room. Not bad.

"Mr. LaCroix will see you now." the woman said with a slight smile.

Mulder nodded and followed her into the next room. He looked around at the decor before looking at the pale man before him. 

"Can I help you?" Lucien LaCroix asked.

"Yes. What do you know about vampires?" Mulder asked.

Stupid mortal. It wasn't hard to evade his questions, but how did he find out? I'll have to take care of him, but not now. 

LaCroix unlocked the door to his penthouse hotel room to find his secretary groaning on the floor. He helped her up and listened to her story.

"This man knocked on the door, saying he had an appointment with you. When I asked his name, he said Webster Anatole'. I let him in while I consulted your appointment book to make sure he didn't have the wrong day. I knew you didn't have any appointments tonight. He came up behind me and put a gun to my head. He threatened to kill me if I didn't tell him where Agent Mulder was. I said he wasn't here, and then I suddenly felt something hit the back of my head painfully."

"Was Agent Mulder here?" LaCroix asked.

"Yes sir. He wanted to ask some questions about you. I didn't tell him anything though and sent him away." 

LaCroix suddenly stood up and said, "Stay here." The woman felt a rush of air as LaCroix seemed to disappear.

"Come on ya bastard, wake up." Anatole' said as he poured water over Mulder's head.

Mulder groaned and opened his eyes to the barrel of a rather large gun. "Yes?"

"I'm not in the mood for any smart ass talk. The bitch gave me enough trouble." Anatole' said.

Suddenly, Anatole' was thrown through the air. "That 'bitch' is under my protection. You, however, are not, and will soon be dead. How you die is your choice." a voice growled out.

Anatle' almost peed in his pants in fear of the snarling face with glowing eyes and sharp pointy teeth. 

"You can tell me why you invaded my hotel room to kidnap Mr. Mulder, and your death will be quite quick and painless. Or, you can keep your secret, and I can tear the answers out of you. I do hope you make the second choice, for my own personal gratification." LaCroix said in a low steel filled voice.

"I... I was hired to kill him and get rid of the body in a secluded spot." Anatole' said in a totally terrified voice.

"By whom?" LaCroix asked.

"I don't know. Just some men in black trenchcoats. They paid me in cash and told me where Mulder was. I followed him to your hotel and waited for my chance. Please don't kill me." Anatole' pleaded.

"Oh, but I said I will, and I always keep my promises." LaCroix said as he pushed Anatole's head to the side and, with a snarl, reared back his head and drove his fangs into Anatole's neck.

Mulder, who had been bound hand and foot by Anatole', just stared as LaCroix fed off of Anatole'. Soon, LaCroix finished with Anatole' and snapped his neck. He brushed a drop of blood off his lips with his finger and offered the finger to a glazed-eye Mulder. He laughed and licked the blood off his finger. "Well, Mr. Mulder, you're safe now."

"I'm safer with you than with him?" Mulder asked incredulously.

"Actually, yes. I was a trifle mad. After all, he invaded my private space and attacked a member of my staff, and I don't like that." LaCroix said with a shrug.

Mulder laid where he was, waiting for LaCroix to kill him or untie him. He went taut when LaCroix bent down and peered at him with gold flecked eyes.

"I always love the sound of a rapidly beating heart. Especially when it beats with desire." LaCroix whispered before running his finger along Mulder's jaw and lips.

Mulder just stared ahead, not letting himself respond, or so he thought.

"I can hear your heart pounding Mr. Mulder, Is it in fear or desire? Let's find out." LaCroix purred into Mulder's ear before licking it lighty.

Mulder groaned softly without knowing it, making LaCroix smile in delight and desire. This mortal intrigued him. He spent all his life looking for his sister while solving cases most people wouldn't touch with a 'ten foot pole' as the saying went. He was one of the few total believers in the supernatural in the world. And, he wasn't that bad to look at.

LaCroix next ran his hand along Mulder's neck, which Mulder arched toward the hand instintively. LaCroix continued his exploration, following Mulder's shoulderblade to his forearm to his wrist, where he undid the rope binding his wrists together.

"Please don't run off. We're just getting to know one another. Besides, I don't want to have to chase you down." LaCroix whispered as his hands lightly went down Mulder's back, over his buttocks and legs, to his ankles, which he unbound from the ropes.

LaCroix handled Mulder like a delicate child, turning him onto his back and laid him back down. "We could do this two different ways, both quite... nice." LaCroix continued to whisper into Mulder's ear as he massaged the recently bound ankles and wrists, causing pleasure to slither from those points to the pit of Mulder's stomach.

"You can either have a sensual encounter with a vampire, or you can get the 'full treatment'." LaCroix continued.

LaCroix backed up a few inches and decided to give Mulder a few moments to decide before his decision was made for him. LaCroix wasn't surprised when Mulder turned to him and lightly kissed him on the mouth.

LaCroix returned the kiss, deepening it until they were tasting each other. Mulder tentively reached out and placed his hands on LaCroix's chest. LaCroix pulled Mulder close, causing Mulder's arms to be trapped between their two bodies and for their swollen cocks to come into contact with each other through the fabric of their pants, causing both to moan into the other's mouth.

LaCroix ground his pelvis suggestively, causing Mulder to whimper and squirm, which caused waves of pleasure for LaCroix. LaCroix freed Mulder from his embrace just far enough to reach Mulder's shirt buttons. But, instead of undoing them, he just ripped them apart pulled the shirt off. LaCroix ran his fingers over Mulder's chest lightly, exploring the curves and the heat.

Mulder gasped as LaCroix's fingertips grazed over his nipple. "Hmmm... You seem to like that." LaCroix said as he leaned down and replaced his fingers with his mouth. Mulder moaned in delight as LaCroix teased the tender flesh with his tongue and teeth. 

LaCroix's hands roamed further down Mulder's body, gliding over his stomach to his pants. LaCroix made short work of those. Soon, a naked Mulder was pressed against LaCroix's still clothed body.

LaCroix's fingers followed the same paths along Mulder's back as they did earlier. The feel of his cool fingers made Mulder's head swim. He tried to free his hands so that he could explore the body of the man... no, the vampire so close to him.

LaCroix chuckled and allowed Mulder's hands to go free. He was surprised that the fingers went directly to his slacks, hastily trying to get them off. After his pants and shoes had been tossed, Mulder paused to caress the pale buttocks under his hands (LC doens't like underwear... to restricting), then moving to unbutton LaCroix's shirt. LaCroix stopped his exploration of Mulder long enough to dispose of the troublesome garment. Soon, vampire and mortal were caressing each other with hands, lips, and tongues.

LaCroix whirled Mulder around and continued his exploration with one hand as his other dipped into Mulder's mouth, then disappearing for a moment before returning. Mulder looked back at LaCroix to see what was happening.

Mulder saw LaCroix stroke his cock with wet fingers before seeking out Mulder's mouth again. Mulder greedily took the fingers in his mouth, playing with them with his tongue before they left again.

Mulder couldn't think straight due to the sensations created by LaCroix, he could only feel. He dimly heard LaCroix whispering in his ear as hands stoked him, but couldn't understand the words. Mulder wanted to feel LaCroix inside of him, to feel LaCroix plunge his cock in and out of him. He wanted this vampire to drive fangs into his neck and drink his blood. He wanted...

Mulder's semi-coherent fantasy was interrupted by LaCroix slowly pushing his cock in. LaCroix lay absolutely still when he was inside, giving Mulder a chance to get used to the sensation. Then, LaCroix started to move in and out in a slow and maddening pace.

Mulder matched LaCroix's pace, wallowing in the sensations which soon became almost unbearable. Then, the pace sped up. Mulder's head fell back and his moans turned to screams as his orgasm hit, giving LaCroix the perfect oppurtunity and postion to fufill the rest of Mulder's fantasy by driving his fangs into Mulder's neck and drinking his fill.

LaCroix reared his head back and plunged his fully extended fangs into Mulder's neck with a feral growl. Mulder cried out at the feeling of pleasure and slight pain from the vampire feeding off him.

LaCroix pulled his fangs and softening cock out of Mulder, turned him around, and gathered him close. LaCroix looked into the mortal man's eyes and said in a strangely echoing voice, "You will tell no one about vampires, no one. You are always welcome for a return visit to me. If you wish to tell someone about vampires, you must bring them to me, and I will decide if they are to be told." Mulder nodded with a dazed expression. "Now sleep till morning."

LaCroix dressed and gathered up a pale, sleeping Mulder. He then flew back to his hotel room and entered through the private balcony. He looked for Mulder's address in his wallet and set about cleaning Mulder up. LaCroix then picked up the still naked Mulder and flew him home.

Scully knocked on the door. "Mulder? Mulder, wake up. Come one Mulder, open the door!" Scully stopped pounding on the door when she heard the locks being undone. 

Mulder poked his head out from behind the door and asked, "Who is... oh hi Scully. Give me a second to get some clothes on." Mulder then closed the door.

A few seconds later, Mulder's door reopened and Scully entered. This time, Mulder was wearing a pair of jeans over his birthday suit. "Where have you been Mulder? I've been trying to reach you all night." Scully asked.

"I was <yawn> out with a friend for a little while, then came home and crashed. I've never slept that heavy before." Mulder mused to himself.

"Well, get dressed, we've got a case." Scully said. "And Mulder, what happened to your neck?"

The End