Question Me An Answer
The Lounge Series Part 2

by R.A. Swain

  The mid-afternoon crowd was small, as usual, at Doc Swain's Slash Lounge. Most characters were working, out being slashed in offices around the world. Jeffrey Spender and Alex Krychek were on a mandatory union break. "This was a rough morning," Jeff said, reaching for his rum and coke.

Krychek nodded. "Tell me about it. I've been involved in several crossovers, three Mulder-beats-the-crap- outta-me scenes, one Scully-rapes-me scene, and then a submissive crossover with Methos."

"Oh poor Alex." Jeff couldn't hide his sarcastic tone. "You're still getting more than me. At least Mulder usually ends up fucking you. I was in a Mulder-beats-me-up scene with no sexual relief, than a Scully-beats- me scene, followed by a three-way beating from the Lone Gunmen."

Alex's eye brows raised slightly. "Beyers didn't...."

"No, thank the muses. If the slasher hadn't been interrupted by her boss, Frohike was gonna plow me."

Alex smiled to himself. He'd like to see Spender raped by the Lone Gunmen, he thought. Actually, he was feeling a bit frisky after the Submissive scene with Methos. He liked Methos, possibly one of the few characters who could appreciate a good orgy. Yet, unless Mulder was involved he always came away feeling empty. Maybe a quickie with Spender, he mused.

"Alex, I have a question for you," Jeff said.

"Question me an answer," Alex replied.

"Always the smartass, aren't you?"

"Is that the question?"

"No, but maybe it's my answer." Spender pondered the possibility.

"What's the question?"

Spender looked around the bar. Not many in today. Gilligan was sitting at a table with Mrs. Howell and Carol Brady, all three getting sloshed on Red Death. Batman and the Joker were chatting at the bar, and a weary Deputy Dawg and Tweety Bird were dragging in.

"Okay, promise you won't laugh?"

Alex fought back a smirk. "I won't laugh. Remember, we've been paired together a couple times. I didn't laugh then, I won't laugh now."

"Nevermind," Jeff sulked.

Alex didn't regret the jab at Spender, but he was intrigued by the direction the conversation was heading. "I'm sorry. Jeffy Boy, ask me your question."

Spender glared at him, but decided to ignore the Jeffy Boy comment. "How come you get all the hot slash?"

Alex looked puzzled.

"Oh come on, don't tell me you don't know that you and Mulder are among the top ten hottest slashable guys going."

Alex almost beamed with pride, but realized it would be cruel to flaunt it since Spender was having yet another moment of self-doubt. He only allowed himself a brief second of gleeful smiling, before shifting back to a serious face. "Come on Jeff, you on the top ten list."

"Not constantly. I've been there, and fluctuate between ten and twenty, but you, Mulder, Skinner, that Highlander guy, all those damned vampires, they seem to be getting more action than I am. I just want to know what makes you so hot? Is it the smartassed attitude? Is it the looks?"

Alex was finding it hard to concentrate on anything beyond Spender's jealousy. It was just so cool to have anyone jealous of him, he thought. He forced the thoughts back into place and shifted in his seat. His vodka was almost gone. He held up the glass and gestured to Doc, behind the bar. "I personally think it's a combination of charm, wit, and a fantastic ass."

"Be serious," Jeff almost whined.

"I am serious. I have an ass to die for, and Fox thinks so too."

"That's another thing, you talk about Fox as if he's your personal property. I've had him, you know. So has Skinner, and a plethora of crossover. Hell, even Pendrell had him. What makes him yours?"

Alex waited as Doc placed a new drink before him and discretely shuffled back to the bar. "Love, angst, a combination of the two. I'm Fox's darker side, and he's my good side. Without one there couldn't be the other, slashwise."

"So why do you slash out as such a slut?" Jeff felt brave enough to venture into that territory again. The what-makes-Alex-Krychek-a-slut territory, as he thought of it. And he did think of it, often. He thought of Alex often, wishing for more pairings. Hell, he'd even settle for one of the many dopplegangers in the slash realm. Cory Rein came to mind immediately. At least Cory seemed to have a truly soft side, he thought.

Alex sipped at his drink and looked as though he were really pondering the reason he was considered promiscuous. Maybe, deep down somewhere in his soul he was pondering his promiscuity, but in the front of his mind, where it counted, he was picturing Spender tied naked, spread-eagle, to a four-poster bed, with himself naked, stroking off to the image of Jeffrey not being able to touch him, and.....He shook his head and brought himself back to the lounge before he got too excited.

"Alex, you aren't even listening to me," Jeff said, pushing his empty glass aside.

Krychek shrugged. He was going to counter when Alex's pager went off. "Hey, you took that thing off vibrate." He smirked remembering something Scully had told him.

Jeff felt his cheeks redden. "Yeah." He looked at the pager surface. "Damn, another Mulder-treats-me-like- shit slasher. Gotta go." He gestured toward Doc, "Put this on my tab," he said, exiting, leaving Krychek to ponder his promiscuity alone.

The End