By mimic117
mimic117@yahoo.com
 

Rating:  NC-17

Category:  S,V for voyeur

Summary:  It won't be long now.

Archive:  I'll do Gossamer and Ephemeral myself.  Anyone else
is free to filch at will.

Disclaimer:  The XF characters belong to CC and company.
The rating belongs to the MPAA who have nothing whatsoever
to do with this story.  The voyeur is mine.

Author's Notes:  Written for the Fandomonium Voyeurism
challenge.

Beta Thanks:  To my untiring Twinsy for her constant efforts to
make me a better writer in spite of myself.

Visit all my fics at the little house that XochiLuvr built:
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Your depravity levels may vary.

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In Sight
by mimic117
 

He doesn't know I watch him.  And I've been watching for
months.

Getting into the apartment building across from his is easy.
People never bother to know their neighbors anymore.  All I
have to do is hang around until someone comes out or goes in.
Not one person has bothered to make sure I have a right to be
here.  Which is good because I don't.

I just want to use the roof.

Sometimes I'll sit here for hours with the telephoto lens of my
digital camera trained on his windows.  I take pictures when I
have a good shot, but I just like to watch, too.  I'm getting
better at keeping track of his work schedule.  At first, I spent
a lot of time waiting for him to come home.  Now, if he's home,
I'm here too.  I have the perfect perch from which to enjoy my
Beautiful Fox.

Everyone else calls him Mulder, but that sounds like "mud."
Like "mold."  Like "muddle."  Those words are too ugly for
someone as beautiful as Fox.  My momma told me only
beautiful words should be used for beautiful people.

I love to watch my Beautiful Fox, no matter what he's doing.
I've taken pictures of him playing basketball, going for a run,
walking home from the store, even in the shower at the Bureau
swimming pool.  That one was really hard to get.  I had to crawl
into the ceiling above the locker room, but it was worth the
trouble.  His golden skin looked wonderful, all covered with
suds and water.  I can hardly wait to touch it.

He wears really nice suits that make him look handsome and
professional, but they hide his true beauty.  When we're
together, he won't have to hide from me.  I'll make sure he
knows how much I like his firm chest and flat abdomen, those
lovely, muscled swimmer's arms and legs.  He won't ever have
to cover them up anymore, the way he does around his partner.

But Fox isn't just handsome.  He's intelligent, too.  I can tell,
even though we've only spoken to each other once.  When he
helped me pick up the folders I dropped last week, the look in
his eyes told me that he understood how we belong together.
He even smiled and touched my hand when he gave them to
me and said "Here you go."

We'll be together soon.  I just need to finalize my plans.

Earlier today, his partner hit him.  Right in front of everyone!
I didn't hear what he'd said, but she suddenly reached out and
slapped him on the arm as they were walking out of the
building at lunchtime.  I was right behind them and saw the
whole thing.  He laughed, but I could tell he was hurt by her
cruelty.  His eyes were so sad that she would treat him that
way.  That's not how Momma taught me to treat beautiful
people.  She said beautiful people like me were special and
should be cherished.  Agent Scully doesn't deserve to have
such a beautiful partner.

OH!  There he is!  He just walked past the window on his way
to the kitchen.  He came home an hour ago but I haven't seen
him since.  I'm glad I was right about him being home tonight.
Recently I keep missing him somehow.  He isn't supposed to
be out of town, but he sometimes doesn't come home after
work.  A few times he stayed away for more than one night.  I
don't know how I missed that in his paperwork.  I always make
sure to check carefully.

When I found out where Fox worked, I thought I'd have a lot of
trouble getting hired by the FBI, but it was almost too easy.
Maybe it was just luck, but I like to think it was fate that I
showed up at the temp agency with the right skills just when
there was a nasty flu epidemic.  People are never as careful
about security when they have an emergency.  And once I was
hired, it wasn't any trouble at all to make sure a few people in
the right department came down sick so there'd be an opening
for me.  Now I get to see his requests for out-of-town cases so
I can keep track of where he is at all times.

His signature is beautiful -- bold and confident, like Fox himself.

He's back from the kitchen with a beer.  He's sitting down in
front of the TV the way he does most nights.  It's our own
private ritual.  He gets a beer and then spends the rest of the
evening on his couch, right where I can see him.  He even falls
asleep there sometimes.  I keep one of those pictures under
my pillow and kiss it goodnight.  We always sleep together.

I wish he wasn't wearing a t-shirt.  I'd rather see his chest.

Most nights he doesn't move except to change channels or go
to the bathroom.  I know how his apartment looks inside -- I
took a tour of the one right below his when it was for lease a
couple months ago.  I thought about renting it, but I've already
rented a house and I can see everything from this spot on the
roof.  It was hard, but I decided to stick to my plan.  I'm sure
Fox would have liked me to move into his building, but he'll
understand when I tell him why I didn't.

He puts the beer bottle down and leans over to answer the
phone.  I take a picture when he brings the receiver up to his
ear.  Soon he won't have to be bothered by phones ringing and
boring people calling.  I'll make sure of that.

Who can he be talking to?  He's never touched himself while he
was on the phone before.  I've seen him masturbate when he
was watching television, but never while on the phone.  I took
my favorite picture during one of those times -- a close-up of
his face when he came.  He was *so* beautiful, I couldn't resist.
I love that photo.

When we're all alone, I'll be able to see him come up close
instead of through a camera lens.

He's still rubbing himself and I can see the outline of his penis
getting longer inside his pants.  The first time I saw it, I was
surprised by how long and thick he is.  You'd never tell just
from looking at him that he's so well-endowed.  I wonder if the
person he's talking to knows he's touching himself.  Maybe he's
doing it for me, instead.

He has beautiful hands.  They're not veiny or rough, like most
men's hands.  And big!  He can hold a basketball in one palm
without straining.  I've seen him do it.  His fingers are long,
almost elegant, but strong and capable, too.  I can hardly wait
for him to take his penis out of his jeans and wrap his fingers
around it.  The first time he did that, I couldn't stop taking
pictures.  I took so many, they're almost like one of those
motion picture flip-books if you look at them one after the other.
I'll share those with him once we're together.  I don't want
anyone else to see them.

He's unzipping his pants.  Why doesn't he put the phone down?
It must be awkward trying to do that one-handed.  I can see the
dark hair in his groin -- he's not wearing anything under his
jeans.  I've noticed that before.  I've tried to check at work,
to see if he's wearing anything under his suit pants, but I can't
tell.  I hope he is.  I wouldn't want women to be staring at him
and speculating about it.  That wouldn't be right.

Oh, he's so beautiful like this.  He's pulled out his penis and is
stroking it with his long fingers.  But he's still talking on the
phone!  The person on the other end must know what he's
doing by now.  I don't like someone else listening in on our
private time together.

There!  He's hanging up the phone.  But he hasn't stopped
masturbating.  In fact, he's speeding up.  From the way his face
is scrunched, it looks like he's in pain, but I know he's just
feeling really good.  I can't get over how beautiful he is.

I'm glad I bought a larger memory card last week.  I don't want
to miss anything.

He pushes his other hand inside his jeans.  He must be close
to coming.  I can see his fingers working under the denim while
he continues to pull and stroke his penis.  It's a good thing
this camera has an automatic advance.  I'd never be able to take
pictures this fast on my own.

Suddenly he arches and cries out.  Creamy fluid spurts all over
his t-shirt as he pulls even harder.  I can see him saying
something the whole time I'm taking one photo after another.  I
can't hear him, but I can tell that he's saying "Julie."  He says
it over and over again, as if he knows that I'm watching.

I'll have to stay up late tonight, downloading and organizing all
these pictures, but it will be worth feeling tired at work.  I
hope I have enough ink cartridges and photo paper.

I need to get him away from this place and the people who
don't treat him right.  It won't be long now.  I'll send my
letters and some of the pictures to him tomorrow.  When he sees
that I know how beautiful he is, he'll understand that we should
be together.  Then I'll take him away from all the people who
don't appreciate what a beautiful man he is.

Especially his partner.  She doesn't deserve someone like
Beautiful Fox.  Unlike her, I *know* how he should be treated.
When he's with me, he'll be cherished instead of abused.  It'll
be just the two of us from now on.

Someplace where no one will ever find him.

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THE END

Author's note:  This is actually a prequel to a story I've been
working on for two years.  The challenge seemed like the
perfect opportunity to take a look at Mulder through the eyes of
someone who has special plans for him.

Challenge elements:
Scully or other POV
Watching Mulder doing anything
Pure description or very little dialog

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