Summary: Muses often decide who and what and where of a story. This is where they do it. A behind the scenes type thing.
Warnings: None noted

Down at Doc Swain's Lounge

By R.A. Swain

Doc Swain's Slash Lounge was brimming with activity. Tom Paris stood pumping coins into the jukebox as John Eddie's voice filled the room with 'Pretty Little Rebel'. He jumped slightly as Seven Of Nine's hand brushed across his butt.

The dark haired man on the other side of the lounge witnessed this exchange. He winked at Seven as she glared back toward him. He remembered their straight pairing of several weeks earlier, but now he focused his eyes on Tom's tight little butt.

"So what's your favorite?" The roman nosed, slightly skinny hunk seated next to him asked.

Alex Krychek's ears perked up and he rejoined the present company. "Let me think about it, Jeff. How about you Walt, what's your favorite?"

Walter Skinner took a pull on his Corona bottle, set it down and leered across the table at Jeff Spender. "You mean aside from the time I took Jeffy Boy here in my office, pulled his gray trousers down, bent him over my desk and plowed his less-than-virgin ass?"

"Walt, I'm flattered you remembered," Jeff said. "But we were talking about him."

"Oh yeah. Everybody always talks about him. Well, my favorite Mulder would be having him dressed in a leather harness, with chrome cockring, and leather cowboy boots, hands tied behind his back, and me dressed in leather chaps, a matching leather harness, and holding a Cat O' Ninetails."

"Sounds kinky." Jeff raised his scotch to his lips and sipped slowly.

"Jeffy, what's your favorite Mulder?" Alex asked, nodding toward Katherine Janeway as she entered the bar flanked by Tuvok and and short haired blonde he knew to be a friend of Duncan MacLeod's. Her name was Amanda Montrose and he just knew Janeway had designs on her.

"I hate it when you call me Jeffy."

"Fox calls you Jeffy," Walt said.

"That's different. Okay, so you know I've got this serious Peyton Ritter fantasy going ever since he walked back into my life."

"Yeah, yeah, we've heard it. Peyton in a silk vest, and nothing else," Alex said. "He's cute, but I haven't paired with him...Yet."

"Alex, do you know what a slut you are?" Spender asked. He looked around the lounge at the many slash characters milling about. He spotted Xander Harris talking to Harry Kim, and felt a wave of jealousy. He'd get to Xander later and put a stop to that one. "Is there anyone in this bar you haven't been with?"

Alex glanced around. He noticed Jeffy had been looking in Xander's direction. Now there was some prime meat waiting for a real pairing. All the Harris kid had was a couple of English guys, a psycho slayer-bad girl named Faith, who in her own right was a hot one, and that ancient vampire. Alex made a note to get Xander alone in the alley later. He searched the room some more and his eyes fell on Hariman Nelson and Lee Crane at the far end of the bar. "Those two," he pointed. "I haven't been with either of them yet."

"Okay, so two out of the couple hundred characters in here. Almost puts you up for sainthood."

"Simon Templar was hot. You should be lucky enough to get paired with him," Krychek said. "But right now back to the subject at hand. Mulder."

"all right, my favorite Mulder. That would have to be with his pants and black silk boxers gathered around his ankles, his white cotton dress shirt hiked up and his bare ass lying across my lap waiting to be spanked. Making his squirm and rub his cock against the fly of my dress pants until he's almost ready to cum. Now there is a possibility that send shivers up my spine," Spender said.

"Mine too," krychek retorted. "No one is sick enough to let you spank Mulder."

"Talk to Doc about it."

"What? NO! He wouldn't allow you to spank my Fox." Alex was incredulous.

"Wait till you see what he has in mind for you and me," Jeff said.

Alex made a mental note to take Xander in front of Spender. He'd pick him up tonight and leave the lounge with him so Spender would see his prey being taken by another hotter man. He also made a note to have a serious talk with Doc. Maybe it was getting time to show Doc who really was in charge.

"So what's your favorite Mulder?" Spender asked, bringing the conversation back on topic.

Alex smiled. "That's and easy one. Mulder, completely at my sexual mercy, wearing nothing but his black dress socks."

Spender and Skinner glanced at each other questioningly, then turned to Alex.

Krychek noted their puzzled expressions, and with a sly grin said, "He's my Fox in Socks."

The End