Archive: Allslash, Archive X, TER/MA, All Things Rat. Anywhere
else, please ask me, first.
Fandom: XF (M/K)
Rated NC-17 for language and strong, m/m sexual images
Summary: A "*Quartet* Infernale" challenge. I'm still
not sure who initiated this one...oh..wait..I hear it was Sue.
Alrighty then... Alex changes his image.
Disclaimer: As much as I wish they were, they aren't mine. They're
*his*. Even though they have much more fun with me...
Thanks to Nic and Orithain for wonderful beta. And as always,
thanks to the lovely Pat for encouragement. Kissy, kissy!
Fox Mulder sat quietly, alone amid the throngs of tourists and
government workers in the park on this unusually warm, mid-April
day. He picked apart the remnants of his partially eaten sandwich,
feeding them to the small group of pigeons that had congregated
at his feet.
As punishment for their last unauthorized detour, he and Scully
had been saddled with what amounted to a glorified babysitting
job. The *baby* in question...the visiting daughter of a rather
prominent foreign ambassador.
*Spoiled* didn't even *begin* to describe this twenty-six year
old terror, who treated Scully like her own personal lady in waiting,
and pursued Mulder with all the subtlety of a hungry lioness.
"I swear to God, Scully," he told his partner one day
after a particularly rough outing, "if she pinches my ass
one more time, I'm going straight to Kersh's office...and shoot
"Hey, Mulder," Scully replied without much sympathy,
"at least she doesn't demand that you draw her baths, carry
her bags...peel her grapes..."
Then, one day, with very little notice, the girl packed up and
Seeing her anxiety, Mulder almost asked if something had happened
to make her want to leave so suddenly. But he and Scully were
so happy to be rid of her, he decided to leave it alone.
Scully had been so stressed by the two week assignment from hell,
that as soon as it was over, she put in for vacation, effective,
immediately. Mulder was alone now, for a whole week, with his
new and exciting assignment...investigating the crime lab's alleged
misappropriation of equipment.
"You've got to be kidding me," Mulder complained to
Kersh, when handed the assignment. "Do I look like one of
those Internal Affairs geeks?"
Kersh leaned back in his chair and tented his fingers in front
of his face. "You all look alike to me, Agent Mulder. Now
please get out of my office and see what you can do to resolve
"Good*bye*, Agent Mulder."
Oh, how he itched to reach for his gun...
Instead, he snatched the file from Kersh's desk and stalked out
of the office.
Mulder heaved a long sigh and looked around, picking out sights
A young mother, frazzled and exhausted, passed before him, trying
to keep her three small children in line...a small group of Marines,
the highest rank among them, a Lance Corporal and probably no
more than twenty-one, paraded proudly down toward the Vietnam
Memorial...a finely tailored man, sitting three benches away,
reading a newspaper...a couple...male...sitting against a tree,
holding hands, enjoying each other and the beautiful day.
A sensation of longing washed over him, so intense, that he had
to blink to clear his vision.
//What the hell was that?//
He shook his head and averted his eyes, looking for something
else to focus on. They immediately fell on the man, sitting three
Still engrossed in his paper, but...
Mulder studied him with new interest. Perfectly tailored suit.
Expensive. Armani, maybe. Neatly combed, dark hair. Not quite
as long as his own, but close. Long, lean body...
A group of school children ran by, gaining the man's attention.
The sun glinted off of his wire-rim glasses for a brief second,
then he returned his attention to his paper.
Mulder watched him for the longest time. What was it about him...what
*was* it? He tore his eyes away from the man, tossed his paper
bag into the nearest receptacle and headed back to work.
Oh, that was a good one...
Mulder glanced from his watch, back to the invoices in front of
Christ, this was such bullshit.
He took another swig of his beer and a quick look around the pub.
Immediately, his eyes came back to rest on the man sitting alone,
four tables away. Amid all the noise, he remained cool and elegant,
reading a book and taking the occasional sip of what looked like
a glass of white wine.
Different suit, though just as expensive-looking. But everything
else was the same. Dark hair, glasses...lean, muscular frame...this
*was* the same guy from the park, he was sure of it.
Mulder drummed his fingers on the table and chewed his lower lip,
Could very well be.
And if there wasn't *something* about this man, he'd be able to
dismiss it as just that.
But there *was* something.
Mulder summoned the waitress and paid his tab. He gathered up
his papers, drained his glass and exited through the back of the
pub. He backed into the shadows and waited. If his suspicions
were correct, the man would be coming out, anytime.
Seconds later, the door opened and a tall figure clad in a black
trenchcoat, emerged from the rear of the pub. Mulder grabbed him
by the back of his coat and propelled him against the wall.
"Why are you following me?" he hissed, very close to
the man's ear. When he received no answer, he spun the man around
and slammed him back up against the wall.
"You wouldn't hit a man with glasses, would you?"
Mulder's jaw dropped. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
So *that's* what that *something* about him was...
"*Krycek*? What the fuck is going on, here?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why are you following me, and *why* are you doing it dressed
like a GQ coverboy?"
He meant it to be sarcastic, he really did. But the truth of the
matter was, that's exactly what Krycek looked like, and Mulder
could feel the degree of comfort in his pants lessening.
"Why don't you stop wrinkling the material and come back
inside with me?" Krycek grinned at him. "Let's have
a drink and we'll talk about it."
"Are you out of your fucking mind?"
"No, I'm quite sane, thank you. Now how about that drink?"
Mulder jerked him hard, against the wall. "How about some
"Drink first. Then we'll talk."
//Are you insane? You can't trust this fucker as far as you can
Alex smiled and nodded toward the door. "After you."
Mulder released him and swept his arm in the same direction. "Oh,
no. After *you*."
The two men entered the pub and took a seat in a corner booth.
Once they'd placed their orders, Mulder turned a suspicious eye
to his new drinking buddy.
"Okay, Krycek. What gives? Why the suit?"
"Don't you like it?"
Mulder ignored the question. "Why are you following me?"
"Everybody needs a hobby."
"Is this how it's going to go, Krycek? If it is, let me know
and I can just kill you, now."
Krycek leaned back, draping one arm over the back of the booth.
"Can I at least have my drink, first?"
Mulder stared at him, sitting there so relaxed, so...
Alex smiled and cocked his head. "What is it?"
"Why are you walking around, dressed to the teeth?"
Krycek sighed and momentarily dropped his eyes to the table. When
they rose again, the humor was gone.
"I got tired, Mulder. Sick and tired of living in the dark...creeping
around like a gutter rat. I wanted to walk in the daylight...among
people. Ordinary, everyday people, not the slime I deal with.
But I couldn't do that, looking the way I did. All the people
I *didn't* want to recognize me, *would*. So I decided to do a
little experiment." He raised his hands, palms upturned.
"It's worked. *Nobody* has recognized me. Well, except for
you. Took you a few weeks, but..."
"Uh huh. I've been with you for almost three weeks, now."
Krycek shrugged. "Why not? You should be glad. If I hadn't
been around, who *knows* how long you and Scully would have been
stuck with that little bitch."
Mulder's eyebrows arched into his hair line. "What...*you're*
the reason she took off so fast?"
Alex thanked the waitress for the wine she'd just placed in front
of him, then smiled at Mulder and took a sip.
"What did you do to her?"
"Relax, Agent Mulder. I didn't kill anybody. I just made
her see how urgently she needed to return home."
Krycek's smile faded. "Truthfully, I'd *had* it, with her
He shouldn't ask, he *shouldn't* ask...
"Why should you care?"
"Did you enjoy it?"
"I didn't think so." He shrugged. "So, I rescued
"So, what? I owe you, now?"
"Did I say that?"
Mulder gave no answer. He was too busy looking at the vision before
him, draped casually over the seat.
Krycek leaned in and spoke to Mulder in a low, seductive purr.
"You know," he held the other man with his laser-green
gaze, "this is just window dressing." The purr turned
into a growl. "Underneath, I'm still the same animal, I was."
Mulder's cock jerked in response.
"I never had any doubt..."
//Now, what the fuck was *that*?//
His voice oozed with sensuality, involuntarily matching that of
the man seated across from him.
Krycek stared at him with an expression so raw, he had to fight
with everything he had, to keep from tangling his fingers in the
man's crisp, white shirt and dragging him across the table...
Reading Mulder's expression, Krycek rose from his seat and crossed
over to his side. He slid into the booth beside the other man
and turned to face him. One arm draped over the back of the seat
and the other rested on the table. Their faces couldn't have been
more than twelve inches apart. He whispered softly, never taking
his eyes from those he held captive.
"Do you see me any differently, Fox?"
Mulder's tongue inched out, licking anxiously at his lower lip.
Alex watched it hungrily. He continued to speak.
"Do I somehow seem more respectable to you, now? A little
"Are you forgetting who I am? So you can want me and not
feel quite so much guilt?"
Krycek smiled. "Okay, you've resisted. Can we continue, now?"
"We can't continue what we never started."
"Your leg is touching mine, Fox. It wasn't when I first sat
down, and I haven't moved. So, who does that leave?"
Mulder began to jerk his leg away, but a firm hand held it in
"Such a slight touch. But can you feel the heat? I can. I
can *smell* it." His thumb swept back and forth, drawing
little circles on Mulder's knee. "Are you seeing me as someone
else, Fox? Is that why you want me?"
He was going to hate himself sometime in the near future, he just
*knew* he was, but...
"It doesn't matter what you're wearing. Doesn't matter what
you drink or how you act. I could never see you as anyone else.
If you were anyone else, I *wouldn't*..."
"Wouldn't want you."
//What the *fuck* are you doing?!?//
Krycek studied the other man for long seconds. His hand ceased
its movement on Mulder's knee. "Will you come with me?"
"I shouldn't...I shouldn't trust you..."
"You *shouldn't*. But you will."
Krycek rose and stood waiting for Mulder's decision.
Mulder looked him up and down, taking in the entire picture. He
rose slowly to his feet, brushing Krycek's body on his way up.
When they were eye to eye, he spoke. "What's to stop you
from killing me when we get there?"
"The only way you'll die with me, is if you've got a weak
heart." One corner of his mouth slanted upward. "You
don't, do you?"
"Got a clean bill of health, just last month."
Krycek stepped back, folding his coat neatly over his arm. "Let's
The two men stepped into the loft apartment. One stopped at the
door, as the other continued into the middle of the room. A sharp
flick and the place lit, revealing a huge, open space, sparsely
but elegantly decorated. Krycek turned and smiled at the man still
in the doorway.
Mulder looked around, nodding. "Doesn't look like you."
"No?" Krycek approached slowly. "What does? A dingy,
dilapidated eight by twelve room with a sagging bed and an old
black and white Zenith in the corner?" He stopped when he'd
backed Mulder up against the wall and their bodies were touching
The older man gave no answer. He merely stared into the hypnotic
ocean of green, less than a foot from his face.
"Who am I?"
Krycek's voice lowered another octave. "Who am I? I need
you to tell me. I need to make absolutely sure that you know who
it is you're with."
Mulder studied him for a moment, then murmured, "I'm with
Alex Krycek. Assassin, thief, liar, manipulator..."
"All right, all right, so you know." Krycek flattened
one hand against the wall, alongside Mulder's head and raised
the other to the agent's face. Two fingers whispered along the
bottom line of his mouth, then across the fleshy surface. "And
you still want to be here?"
Mulder answered by opening his mouth and dragging his tongue across
the tips of Krycek's fingers.
"I'll just take that as a yes." Krycek withdrew his
hand, raising it to stroke the silky softness of Mulder's hair.
"When did you know that you wanted me?"
"I don't know. I don't think I could pinpoint a day or place.
Seems like forever." Mulder lightly caressed the lapel of
Krycek's jacket. "Nice material. Did you have the suits tailored?"
Krycek nodded as his fingers traced a line down the side of Mulder's
face and along his jaw. Mulder tilted his face into the caress.
For a second, Krycek was taken aback by the compliment. He recovered
quickly and laughed. "Don't I look like anyone you know?"
"What do you mean?"
Krycek's fingers kept moving, stroking the other side of Mulder's
face, then skimming gently down his throat. His other hand left
the wall and reached into his breast pocket. He pulled out the
eyeglasses and slipped them on. The hand went back to the wall.
"Don't I look like you?"
"Not even remotely. I *never* looked this good in a suit..."
"Your clothes have to be sort of loose, so you can move,
but..." Krycek's hand slipped down to the other man's tie
and began to undo it. "You still look damn good. How can
you not know that? How can you be so oblivious?"
"I didn't know I was."
"Jesus, Fox. You've *got* to be. You never see the looks
you get, do you?"
"You have no idea how many people want you..."
"No, stupid. *Want* you." The younger man gave him a
lascivious grin. "I'd love to be the one to tell them, that
they'll never *get* you."
"No? Why not?"
Krycek pressed against Mulder, rubbing their crotches together.
"Because," he whispered silkily into the older man's
ear, "you're mine."
Mulder swallowed the sudden dryness that had claimed his throat.
"The words never left my lips."
"They will. By the time this night is over."
"You're a cocky son of a bitch."
"Yes. But I'm right about this. And you know it." He
grasped the two loose ends of the tie and pulled Mulder toward
a heavily framed, full-length mirror. He stopped in front of it
and standing behind Mulder, carefully removed the older man's
jacket. He dropped it across the back of a chair and returned
his attention to their reflections. His hands moved along Mulder's
shoulders, back and forth, soothing and relaxing. "*You're*
gorgeous," he purred. "I could look at you all day."
Mulder gave him an almost nervous laugh. "Flattery will get
"No? It's already gotten your jacket off and your shirt undone..."
Mulder looked down at himself. Krycek was right.
//When the hell did he unbutton my shirt?//
Krycek pulled the shirt from Mulder's pants and slipped it off.
The undershirt was next, joining the shirt and jacket on the chair.
He watched his hands stroke Mulder's chest and abdomen, enjoying
the way the older man's eyes fluttered and his respiration quickened.
Krycek finished undressing him, and when he stood naked before
the mirror, Krycek spoke.
"Open your eyes, Fox."
Mulder did as he was told and regarded the image in the mirror.
Krycek. Fully, elegantly dressed.
Himself. Standing in front of the admiring man, completely naked.
A stark contrast. His cock jumped involuntarily.
Krycek stroked his body gently, tracing the lines of his muscles.
Stroking fine hairs and gently teasing his hardened nipples, making
the older man moan softly.
"So beautiful," Krycek whispered roughly against the
side of his neck. He watched himself kiss a path down toward the
curve of Mulder's shoulder, then lick his way back up. One hand
rested at Mulder's waist, while the other wandered over the front
of his body, coming very close to, but never touching his cock.
Almost simultaneously, both sets of eyes rose and met in the mirror.
Holding Mulder's attention, Krycek's hand deliberately dropped
to his own crotch, stroking the area a few times, before undoing
the belt and top button of his pants. Slowly, he drew the zipper
down. He grasped Mulder's hand and guided it to his crotch. The
green of his eyes disappeared behind drooping lids, as the older
man stroked and gently squeezed the silk-covered bulge.
Mulder turned to face Krycek, dropping his head to the younger
man's shoulder. His hand crept inside the slitted fold of the
black boxers and wrapped around the hot shaft, tentatively exploring
A deep groan rumbled in Krycek's throat as he stumbled back two
steps, into a nearby desk. He placed his hands behind him, supporting
himself against the smooth wood surface. Mulder took the opportunity
to drop to his knees in front of him. Krycek regained enough of
his bearings to look down at the man on the floor.
With little more than a quick glance to his left, Mulder made
himself understood. Krycek's gaze shifted from him to the mirror.
He watched, completely hypnotized, as the older man swept his
tongue up along the underside of his cock, then let it dance around
the head. He watched himself raise a hand to Mulder's head and
slowly comb his fingers through the golden-brown hair.
There was a soft utterance. Foreign words passionately whispered
above his head, and their meaning eluded Mulder. The agent opened
his mouth, taking the head of his lover's cock inside, tasting
the salty-bitter flavor, probing the slit with the tip of his
tongue, in search of more.
Krycek clenched his jaw, trying for all he was worth not to give
in to the voice in his head that demanded he take advantage of
Oh, but Mulder's mouth felt so good. He'd wondered for so long...fantasized
forever, about these lips, wrapped around him, devouring his cock,
driving him to shattering orgasm.
He wanted more. Wanted it, *now*. Harder and deeper...but he couldn't.
He *wouldn't* scare Mulder off...
Before Krycek could complete his thought, he felt himself being
swallowed. Sucked as far down Mulder's throat as he could go.
He'd be shocked, later. Right now, all he could do was feel. And
Mulder smiled around his mouthful, hearing the surprised gasp
come from above. He worked Krycek's cock expertly, using his mouth
and his tongue, steadily building the younger man's excitement
to a level beyond any he'd ever experienced. As Krycek's respiration
quickened, so did Mulder. The soft, almost frantic moans and whimpers
told him that Krycek was close. Time to take him over the edge...
Krycek fought to keep his eyes open. The sight of this man, naked
and on his knees before him, voraciously sucking his cock, was
a sight that would burn in his memory forever, and he didn't want
to miss a second of it. But he was ready. He was almost there,
and it was damn near impossible to think straight, let alone *see*
Mulder's fingers clenched in Krycek's ass, wrinkling the crisp,
black material in his grip. He held the younger man still while
his head bobbed forward and back, moaning softly with each forward
thrust. Anytime, now. He could feel it in the tightening of the
other man's body.
Krycek's head fell back and a long, guttural cry tumbled from
his lips as he came, emptying every drop down Mulder's throat.
When it was done, he released Krycek from his mouth, dropping
a few tender kisses on the exhausted organ, before resting his
cheek against it. He waited quietly, arms wrapped firmly around
his lover's hips, until he recovered.
A few minutes passed...or a few hours, Mulder had no idea which,
when he felt himself being pulled to his feet. He rose to his
full height and met a pair of softly glowing, green eyes. The
eyes stared at him in what he might almost have described as confusion,
then Krycek curved a hand around the back of his neck and pulled
him forward into a long, sweet kiss.
The taste of himself in Mulder's mouth, sent a fresh twinge of
desire through Krycek's body. He took Mulder's hands in his own,
and lifted them to the lapels of his jacket. His eyes told the
other man everything else he needed to know.
Silently, Mulder began to undress Krycek, taking care to drape
the clothing neatly across the same chair where his own clothes
lay. His already solid erection began to throb when Krycek's shirt
fell away, revealing a muscular chest and trim waist. He slid
the pants down, taking the black silk underwear with them. When
Mulder had him completely undressed, they pressed together, hands
wandering over each other, learning. Memorizing.
Krycek slipped a hand between them, giving much needed attention
to Mulder's cock. The older man's eyelids grew heavy, and a long
breath hissed past his semi-parted lips as Krycek lovingly fondled
With one hand wrapped around his lover's cock and the other at
his waist, Krycek backed them up toward the bed. When they reached
it, he kissed Mulder once, then lowered himself to the mattress.
He pushed himself into the middle of the bed, then rolled over
onto his stomach and lowered his head to the pillows.
Mulder stood over the man sprawled on the bed, taking a moment
to compose himself. He then lowered himself on one knee, to the
bed. He swung his other leg over and was now straddling Krycek's
ass. The younger man tightened his arms around the pillow and
raised his hips, silently asking for contact. Mulder obliged,
spreading the smooth cheeks and settling his cock between them.
Krycek groaned into his pillow and repeatedly tightened and relaxed
his muscles, massaging his lover's cock. He heard the sharp intake
of breath and stopped, having no desire to end this just yet.
Mulder took a few deep breaths allowing himself to calm down a
bit, before shifting to settle his body down on top of Krycek's.
He speared one hand through the hair at the back of the other
man's head and brought his mouth down to the area between Krycek's
shoulder blades, licking and nipping at the flexing muscles. The
muffled sounds that came from beneath him lent encouragement for
further exploration of this magnificent body. He moved up, kissing
and nuzzling the back of his lover's neck and licking the edge
of his ear before sweeping toward the sensitive interior.
Krycek bucked underneath Mulder, his body shuddering with the
sensations generated by the tongue, dancing around his ear. Just
when he thought he'd go crazy, Mulder moved on.
Just before he continued on his journey, Mulder picked out a spot
midpoint on Krycek's shoulder, drawing the corded flesh into his
mouth. The younger man winced at the slight discomfort, but Mulder
soon released him, gently soothing the mark of possession with
his tongue. That done, he began to travel back down Kyrcek's body,
worshipping every inch of skin, exploring scars and finding the
ticklish spot just beneath his ribcage. As he traced a moist line
over the rounded curve of the younger man's ass, a long low whine
rose into the air. He smiled and gently sank his teeth into the
Krycek's body convulsed, and the soft whines became louder and
more insistent. He arched upward, then fell back to the bed in
a number of frustrated attempts at getting Mulder to give him
what he needed.
The older man slid back up, again resting the length of his body
along that of the man beneath him. He ground his hips against
Krycek's ass, pulling frantic whimpers from him.
"Do you have any lube?" he moaned softly into the younger
Krycek nodded quickly. "Top drawer," he gasped. "Hurry."
He moaned at the loss of warmth, as Mulder lifted himself from
the bed. He heard the drawer slide open, and in no time, his lover
was back, stroking a cool, slick finger between his ass cheeks,
teasing the tight opening. Krycek moaned into his pillow, bucking
impatiently against the finger. He bit back a sharp cry as Mulder
pushed his finger in, up to the first knuckle. "Oh my God...oh
Mulder shushed him gently as he eased in the rest of the way.
He pulled out slowly and added a second finger, stretching and
teasing, stroking the spot that drove Krycek to sheer madness.
He leaned over the writhing man and whispered a soft warning into
"I have to, I have...to..."
Mulder withdrew his fingers, drawing loud protests from the other
man. "No, you don't." He petted the sable head. "Not
until I'm inside you, okay?"
Mulder reached for the lube, squeezing a generous amount into
his palm, warming it before applying it to his aching cock. With
a hand at Krycek's hip to hold him still, Mulder guided his cock
into position and then began to gently thrust into him.
Krycek sucked in a deep breath and held it until Mulder was completely
buried inside him. The breath was released in a slow hiss, as
the older man began to move at a slow, sensuous pace.
Jesus, he thought he knew. He thought he'd fantasized so often
about this, that he knew *exactly* what it would feel like to
have Mulder inside him. Tonight he realized that he hadn't a clue.
Mulder continued to move slowly, loving every second. Savoring
every moan, every squeeze, every tiny gasp. He reached between
Krycek and the bed, finding the other man's cock hard and ready.
"Already?" He couldn't hide the amusement in his tone.
Krycek's answer came in the form of a clipped grunt.
Mulder thrust just a bit faster, as he began to gently pump his
lover's erection. "Are you ready to come, now?"
Krycek buried his face deeper in the pillow and nodded.
Mulder nuzzled the hair at the base of his neck. "Okay..."
He placed his free hand on Krycek's shoulder, gaining a bit of
leverage, then increased the speed and strength of his thrusts.
Krycek's body tightened, and his hands clenched in the pillow
until his knuckles began to go white. He raised his head from
its resting place and let a long groan rip from his throat. "More,"
he grated. "Harder..."
Mulder obeyed, tightening his grip on Krycek's shoulder and driving
into him almost brutally. He squeezed and jerked the younger man's
cock, drawing more anguished moans from him. He tried desperately
to hold back the orgasm that he knew was coming...to give Krycek
a little more time, but it was impossible to do so.
"Alex...I'm...oh God, I'm coming..."
The explosion ripped through him, then his lover, and they fell
helplessly into the abyss. Wave after wave of shattering bliss
rocked both bodies, leaving them exhausted and lapsing into unconsciousness.
The last thing Mulder remembered before slipping under completely
was rolling off of Krycek and feeling the younger man snuggle
up to him, wrapping an arm possessively around his chest. When
he woke a few hours later, the warmth was gone.
Mulder jerked into a sitting position, scanning the darkness.
Only silence answered.
He slipped out of the king-sized bed and checked around.
Krycek was gone.
Mulder's eyes fell to the chair on which he had draped Krycek's
suit. The clothes were still there, exactly the way he'd left
them. He returned to the bed and sat heavily, glancing at the
clock by the bed.
"Where the hell is he?"
//Remember who this is, Mulder. Whatever Alex Krycek is out doing
at this hour of the morning, you can bet it isn't good.//
And in that instant, a million and sixteen thoughts tumbled through
his head. Thoughts he figured in his growing wariness, he should
have given consideration to, *before* he fell into bed with the
//You sure as hell didn't think that one night with you was going
to somehow magically transform him into an upstanding, law-abiding
citizen, did you? *Did* you? You know who he is. Shit, he made
*sure* that you knew who he was... What about *this*? Why did
you do this? Simple curiosity? Fulfillment of a long-time fantasy?
Now that you've had him, can you forget about him and walk away?
Do you *want* to? Can you ignore what he does...what he *is*...just
for the sake of a good fuck every now and then? Shit, is that
*all* it is? To you? To *him*?//
The dull pounding in Mulder's head became more pronounced with
every question. He looked around. He shouldn't be here. He couldn't
He jumped off of the bed and snatched his clothes up. Just as
he was zipping his pants, the door opened and Krycek walked in.
"Where are you going?"
"Where have *you* been?" Mulder countered. "Kinda
early for a bagel run."
"I had...I had some business to take care of."
Mulder looked him up and down. This was the Krycek he was used
to seeing. Black leather jacket, tee shirt, jeans...the hostility
began to bubble up.
"Ah, yes. I see you've got your working clothes on."
He yanked his shirt on and mumbled, "What the *fuck* am I
Krycek stalked across the room, slapping Mulder's hands away from
the buttons of his shirt.
"I *asked* you earlier, if you wanted to be here. I made
*sure*. And as for my *working attire*..." he ripped his
jacket off and slammed it to the floor. "I *asked* you if
you remembered who it was that you were here with, and you said
*yes*! *Then*, you proceeded to get down on your knees and give
me the most fucking amazing blow job of my life!"
Mulder spun away and picked up his jacket, saying nothing.
"And while we're on the subject..." Krycek pursued him,
tearing the jacket out of his hand. Angry green eyes met glittering
hazel. "You've been with other men."
Mulder cocked his head curiously. Was that...shit, it *was*. That
was definite jealousy in Krycek's accusation.
"Never said I hadn't."
"I don't see where that's any of your fucking business."
Krycek grabbed the front of Mulder's shirt, catching him off balance,
and threw him onto the bed. In an instant, he was there, straddling
Mulder smiled sweetly up at him. "You're right. You *are*
"Don't fuck with me, Mulder, or I'll show you just how much."
"As intriguing as that sounds, Krycek, I'd really appreciate
it if you would get the fuck off of me, so I can go home."
"That's what I said....it's Skinner, isn't it?"
Mulder laughed, stoking Krycek's anger.
"I don't suck and tell."
//Dangerous game you're playing, Mulder.//
He watched, fascinated as the beautiful green of Krycek's eyes
turned to stormy black.
"I *never* said so."
"But you *will*."
"Don't bet on it."
"Oh, I'll bet every fucking thing I have on it."
Mulder braced himself as Krycek moved in closer, but the younger
man's kiss was surprisingly gentle, and he found himself immediately
giving in to it. He opened his mouth, and Krycek's tongue swept
inside, stroking the moist warmth. He silently cursed himself
for the small moan that had just escaped his throat.
Krycek lingered at his mouth for a while longer, then broke the
kiss. "Say it," he whispered, licking the pouty lower
Mulder shook his head in mute defiance.
Krycek rose up, sitting directly over Mulder's stirring crotch.
He ripped his tee shirt off and tossed it to the floor. Next,
he undid the button-fly on his jeans. He leaned down a bit, staring
directly into Mulder's eyes. "Don't you fucking move."
Quickly, he stripped himself, then did the same to the man lying
passively on the bed. He fell back to the mattress, this time,
beside Mulder. One hand rose to the agent's throat, just barely
skimming the surface, as it stroked a path down to his chest.
Once there, Krycek brushed the tips of his fingers over one hard
nipple. Mulder's eyes slipped shut, and his head fell to one side.
Krycek covered the other nipple with his mouth, suckling gently
as he rolled the first between two fingers.
"Mmmmm....." Mulder arched into Krycek's mouth as he
combed his fingers through his hair.
Krycek raised his head to look at the man beneath him.
Eyes shut. Exquisite lips, softly parted, allowing shallow breaths
to pass between them.
Mulder didn't answer. He couldn't. He couldn't hear a thing past
the roar of his own pulse.
Krycek gave up all hope of getting an answer and turned his attention
back to the thing he knew he could control.
Mulder let out a loud yelp as Krycek's teeth closed around his
nipple and pulled none too gently. But as soon as the hurt began,
it faded as the aggressor soothed it with his tongue. Soon, he
was back to passionate whimpers and moans. They drove Krycek nuts.
He couldn't wait anymore...
Mulder cried out, bucking frantically as Krycek sucked his cock
into his mouth.
Krycek sucked him hard and fast, then suddenly just let him go.
"Shit...*shit*! What are you doing? What are you..."
Mulder's voice faded as Krycek knelt between his thighs and grasped
his hips. He moaned impatiently as he was pulled into position
and Krycek paused to apply some lube to his cock. The moan turned
into a sobbing gasp as he was quickly and completely filled.
Krycek wasted no time on teasing. He needed this, and he needed
it right now. And since Mulder was far from complaining, Krycek
was pretty sure that *he* needed it just as badly. He wrapped
one hand around his lover's cock and began to jerk it in time
to his thrusts.
Release came quickly and violently as both men thrashed against
each other, filling the silence with their screams.
Krycek collapsed on top of Mulder, tucking his semen-soaked hand
under the older man's back. Mulder kissed the side of Krycek's
neck, touching his tongue to the thundering pulse, then wrapped
his arms around his sweat-slick back.
God, this was good. Too goddamn good...
At some point, Krycek ended up beside Mulder, face buried in his
pillow. Mulder watched him for a while, watched his back rise
and fall steadily, then softly called his name.
He rolled his eyes to the ceiling, smiling uncontrollably. "I'm
".....................I heard that."