Mohammed's Mount
by Flutesong


Alex stares down at the foam in his beer mug. He's only just gotten to his second drink and was enjoying being among the multitude so much, he hadn't even begun to prowl for fuckable material. He smiles to himself ruefully, `The most fuck-worthy material I've ever seen is a scant thirty feet away and, most assuredly, as uninterested as ever.' Alex sighs, 'Screw this!' He thinks of his defeatism. 'It's a brave new world and all bets are off. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, and when the hell did he ever really get to have a chance with Mulder before? A chance at anything?'



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